He was silent as the night when he roamed quiescently down the tranquil alley. The obnoxious sound of gunfire long since ceased and no other forms of life seemed to be anywhere in sight. But the scent of his desires lured him further in the alley until he was at its main source. A lifeless body lay on the cold ground, crimson puddles pooled beneath the person.
The man's eyes, normally azure hues of vibrant color, gleamed red such as the organic liquid coming from the teen's languid body. Normally, he would find an almost dead person insipid but something about the person seemed to reach out and grasp him. He looked closer at the teenager, recognizing the face he could not forget with his everlasting memory.
The teenager barely had enough strength to look at the man standing above him. With each breath the boy took, an ounce of his life left him. The man noted the teen had a pained look upon his face. The brunet stooped down and looked at the wound on teenager's chest; the blood from it spread on the others's shirt like a blossoming flower opening up for spring.
There was an almost eerily calm aura surrrounding them. That is, until the teenager slid his eyes open and tried to say something, but his strength was depleted and the words lost. The man could tell that the wounded teen wouldn't make it through the night and felt a growing sympathy for the young man. It was a shame how quickly life could come to a tragic end.
"Shhh." The man murmured when the other began to cough violently, spattering more blood on his once pristine white shirt. Blood trickled from the corner of the teen's mouth and caught the attention of the older boy. He sighed and lifted the upper part of the teenager's body so that they were closer. Then, without a single thought of hesitation crossing his mind, he sank his fangs into the younger man's neck. He waited several moments until the teenager's body went limp against him before pulling away, blood smeared on his lips.
He could practically hear no pulse of life coming from the blond's body. At least he spared the teen unnecessary misery. The indigo eyed man stood up and looked to see someone running towards them. He hissed and fled, disappearing from sight within moments. The person looked for the man but instead found a deathly pale, lifeless blond laying in a pool of blood. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed an emergency number.
Minutes later, an ambulance arrived and loaded the lifeless body on a stretcher under the watchful gaze of cerulean eyes from atop a building roof. He watched the emergency vehicle speed away with the same observant gaze but knew there was no chance of helping the blond. He was already dead. The man didn't feel the cold air when the wind whipped against his bare skin. The man didn't feel the stings of pain when the rain started to come down in whipping sheets. And Seto certainly didn't feel the numbness flooding throughout his body as he disappeared into the insidious night.
This is a short piece I decided to write when I had nothing more constructive to do or anything to do for that matter. I would like to thank Seto Kaibaman for being an excellent betareader. I also would like to say that this is a one-shot and is not to be continued.
