BlacK Moor
Jou looked across the moor. there was nobody there. Only him and the darkness. Nobody else.
He walked along the edge of the moor. He came here often, when he was mad or angry or just needed a bit of peace. That was why he liked this area. At this time of year, at least. During the harvest season, the spring and summer equinox, everyone was trying to plant on this land. It was the most fertile of any other.
That's why he liked it here during the fall and winter solstice.
Even though Jou didn't know it at that exact moment in time, he wasn't alone. Another person, who moved and looked more like a shadow than anything else, glided through the tree's. His normally ice blue eyes were blood red and merciless. But then again, mercilessness was nothing new to the people who knew this man. The man stopped, sniffing the air. There was his prey. That wonderful smell... The man lost himself in it, streaking through the tree's soundlessly as he zeroed in on his target.
A rustle. There, in the trees. But it was probably the wind. Jou turned back to head home, but he didn't get far. Something burst from the bushes at that moment, scaring Jou into running as fast as he could. But that wasn't fast enough. He was tackled, pushed to the ground by that something... Before his brain had even registered the fact that he had been pushed into the dirt, And just as quickly as he had been pushed to the ground for about the third time that day... he was rushing through the trees, being held to something, narrowly missing trees and bushes. He was still in a daze.
Where was he? What was he doing? Was he still being rushed through the forest? He didn't feel the wind any more... he felt numb, tired.
He felt distant.
Just then, he felt something wet move along his neck... "Mmmmmmnnnnnnnn..."
"muh..."
That something held him tighter. So tight it hurt.
"Ow..."
"Heh..."
Two points of pain. Excruciating pain that dulled almost instantly into a euphoric sensation.
Jou drifted along, getting lost in the black abyss of his mind. Wondering... what happened?
Seto was helpless against the blood lust. It was overpowering. His prey smelled so good. It was too powerful. It overcame him.
He was a lord. Not only of the night, but a lord of this domain. He ruled this area in the name of the king.
And even though there were many unexplained deaths in the king's domain and in other's that were caused by his kind, what did one more matter? It was only one human.
He had stopped now. He didn't know here, he was too hungry to pay attention.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnnn..."
The last word before really losing it. He dug his fangs into the humans flesh, enjoying every drop of blood he got.
This human's blood tasted familiar, like he had tasted it once before... But he had never met this human. Not in this life, and not in a past life... he could sense it. And yet, there was something telling him that he was wrong.
But he was curious what the human's face looked like. Slowly, grudgingly, he removed his fangs. Turning the now unconscious and bleeding human to face him, he heard a sharp intake of breath. It was his own.
This human... he knew he had met him before... out on the streets... he had gotten beaten by his drunk father, and was wandering aimlessly around the streets. That face was the boys, yes...
The same blonde hair, soft features, the only difference was that he was now pallid from Seto's feeding.
The bruises were still there, but they had turned a greenish color, and a cut on his upper right arm looked infected. Come to think of it, he had tasted a hint of disease in the boy's blood.
Blood... warm, red blood...
Once more, Seto loweed his mouth to the human's neck, his fangs brushing the human's neck before sinking in again.