Title:- Once bitten

Pairing:- Izuo

Rating:- T

Disclaimer: I don't own Durara

Warning:- language, violence, blood, death

Summary:- It started off as a normal school day.

A/N:- Hello. I'm back again. As usual taking requests but first the boring ground rules. No shota and no vocaloid. That's about it. Enjoy.

Shizuo was late. There was nothing he could do, herded into the sports field by his own temperament. The football team this time. If he remembered rightly, the hot headed captain had picked a fight with him. The consequences were that he was a bully the team needed to take care of. Really he hated violence.

Like confetti they flew high in the air, falling down like a skittle strike. Not enough to seriously do some damage. Maybe a trip to the hospital but nothing life threatening. Shizuo sighed straightening out his uniform, turning on his heel, he ran back towards the school building. He didn't need yet another absence on his report card.

But he was late. His home room teacher shot him a look caught between anger and fear. Disgust really. Shizuo didn't apologize for being late, he didn't say anything, taking his seat by the window he waited for the silence to abate. His sempai had been right in one aspect. No one liked a delinquent. Cheek resting on his palm, Shizuo stared out of the window, watching a group of eleven limp through the playground. Good they hadn't been injured too badly but now maybe they'd get the message and stay away.

He didn't hear a word his teacher was saying, his gaze was focused on the sky. It was a nice day. A little hot but that was to be expected in summer. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt but if it got any hotter he might just have to take off his under shirt.

It was peaceful, the sky was a bright blue, the clouds a fluffy white. Shizuo felt himself relax, picking out shapes in the clouds. The one to the left was slowly drifting to make a dragon. The one on the right looked like an ice cream. Mm. ice cream. Shizuo licked his lips wanting the cold creamy treat.

Maybe during lunch he would sneak out and buy one. It wasn't like anyone would stop him. The bell rang for first period. His relaxed state snapped, hearing the scrape of chairs back against the floor. Shizuo waited until everyone else had filed out before leaving himself.

It was maths if he remembered correctly. A good reason to skip seeing as he couldn't fit two numbers together, let alone divide them. He could go to the roof again but that's where the smokers hung out. Too big a crowd for him.

The infirmary was a crappy lie too. His days of broken bones were gone. So he sucked it up, hands in his pockets, a little slouched. He joined his classmates. This teacher would have glared at him. If his throat hadn't been ripped out that is.

Half the class stood staring in shock, a few screamed, a few stared in morbid fascination. One fainted. The rest split between running from the room and gathering at the window.

Shizuo tilted his head, covering his mouth. Their maths teacher was propped up against the blackboard. His throat was slit, drenching his suit in blood. His hands were splayed out, pinned to the board with a pencil in the centre of each one.

"W-what's that?"

"How did this happen?"

"Look at the board. The only one strong enough to do that..."

Shizuo growled blocking out the whispers. He didn't kill. He controlled his strength as best as he could.

"What the hell is that?" Came a sharp cry from the window.

Shizuo's nose twitched. The stench of blood was overpowering, a metallic tang in the air. Taking a step back he left the classroom, it seemed everyone was in a state of panic. The halls were filled with students pushing to get out. Shizuo found himself pushed back inside the classroom, sliding the door shut.

Outside the window, the sky had turned dark. It looked like night time but there was no moon, no stars, nothing. This darkness was an inky black. Fabricated given that the sky had suddenly got lower. With his keen eyes he could see the ripples.

What was worse was the darkness that walked through the school gates. Thanks to the loss of light he could only make out a dozen or so figures. He could smell them though. They smelt of blood and death.

"What happened to the sky?"

Then the screams started. High pitched wails, building into a cacophony of terror. Shizuo flinched at the sound driven forward. The school had been invaded by what he didn't know.

"Run!"

"What's happening?"

The crowds collided, some trying to run away and some trying to run towards. Shizuo stood his ground in a sea of chaos. The stench of blood was getting thicker, fear seeped through the school.

Honestly he just wanted to get out. Either the roof or the main doors. Pushing his way forward he noticed that no one had time to be scared of him. At the top of the stairs he caught his first glance. It was a group of teenagers biting at the students. Shizuo tilted his head. What the fuck? Cannibals?

He wasn't a hero, hell he didn't make a decent human. But he ended up going anyway. Shizuo marched down the stairs and sent his fist flying. His punch sent one of the teenagers careening into a wall.

"Are you one of us?" One of the teens asked in shock.

"Hah?" Shizuo growled. It didn't look like the teen was hurt too badly.

"No," one of the others answered "he smells human."

Shizuo realised he'd been left alone. The rest of the students had fled, leaving him surrounded by the group of teenagers.

"Hm, he smells strange."

"Let's just kill him." Another shrugged.

"No. I want him." Another said. A raven haired teen with glasses grinned. "We've been here too long. Take your chosen back."

The others vanished. Shizuo blinked looking around for them. Catching a blur, his fist lashed out on instinct.

"Oh, you'll do just fine. You're a winning specimen. Our king will be proud." The raven grinned. "Celty, my beloved. Bind him."

Shizuo took a step back. A chill ran down his spine. An inky blackness crawled across the ceiling. It dropped down on him, swirling around his body. "What is th-"

The teen bit into his neck. Shizuo shuddered. "Mm, he's going to love you."

"What the hell are you doing?" Shizuo struggled trying to pull away. His bindings grew tighter, the teen drank his blood faster. No one stepped into save him. They huddled in the safety of the classrooms with their dead teachers. "Get off-" his body slumped refusing to move. Then he too was gone.

x-x-x

On the edge of consciousness, Shizuo heard voices, he could feel a floating sensation and then a thud as he was dropped to the floor. His nostrils burnt at the stench assaulting him.

"You're all back." A loud annoying voice broke through his barely conscious state. "Well done. Let's see which one of you gets promoted."

The smell got worse, footsteps sounding close by. "Shinra, why is this human unconscious and bound?"

"It was necessary. His strength isn't normal."

"Really? Are you sure you didn't take his blood for your own experiments?"

"You can ask my beloved. He threw Jun-kun into a wall."

"Is that true?"

"Y-yes Izaya-sama."

"I see. Take him to the resting room. I'll see to him later."

Shizuo felt himself being picked up. His sight fluttered as he tried to open his eyes.

x-x-x

It was dark when he finally woke up, regaining consciousness. Sitting up he found himself on a small bed, chains linked around his wrists and ankles to the bed. Flexing his wrists he heard the creak of steel and then he was free. Tugging at the chains around his ankles, Shizuo rolled from the bed.

As he stood light filled the room. Each bed had a sleeping teenager, next to them was an I.V drip. Shizuo looked at their bandaged necks reaching to touch his own. Two small swollen lumps could be felt. It was from where that teenager had bit him.

The door was to his left. Shizuo slid it open. "See told you one of 'em was awake."

Shizuo lashed out, his fist driving into the teen's gut. The other one vanished in the blink of an eye. Looking left and right, he picked a direction and ran. He didn't know how long he had been kidnapped for.

"Stop!" Another one. "I said stop!" Shizuo felt an annoying buzz in his mind, he pushed it away and continued on. The teen stared at him in shock.

The house he was in seemed like a maze. He didn't care about finding the front door, a window would do but there was nothing. The same old traditional Japanese walls and doors met him at each turn.

"You're not going to get out." An amused voice chilled him. Shizuo turned around glaring at the man. "How did you get out of your room?"

"He's immune to compulsion." The teenager from before murmured.

The man tilted his head. Shizuo stilled his trembling hand, trying to move his legs. "Not immune. Resistant. Go back to your post."

"Yes, Izaya-sama."

Shizuo shuddered taking an effort loaded step back. It was just one guy. An annoying one with an ego. His red eyes seemed to glow.

"Not going to run any more?" The Raven asked amused. "You're the first one I've seen that's managed to match up to a vampire."

Shizuo blinked. "...vampire?"

"You didn't know?" The raven chuckled. "Shinra drank from you and you still didn't realise? You are a bit of a protozoan."

"Kidnapping is against the law." Shizuo growled forcing another step back.

"Human law. The laws of food doesn't apply to us."

"I'm not your-" the vampire was in front of him meeting his gaze with a smirk. He caught sight of pearly white fangs. Pain shot through his neck, a pulling motion tugged his blood from his body.

"Mm. Looks like Shinra wins. The packaging isn't bad either." Shizuo looked at the blood trickling down his chest in horror. He needed to run. "What's your name, human?"

Shizuo bit his tongue.

"Your resistance will be fun to break."

He was caught. His vision blurred, stopping as he landed on something soft. A bed. Shizuo stared at the vampire straddling him. His wrists were grabbed and slammed up above his head.

"Looks like I'm stronger. Hm, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo flushed violently glaring at the vampire. "How-"

"Hm? Your name is sewn into your school blazer."

Shizuo growled continuing his struggle.

"Go ahead, you won't get far. I get so bored with my food lately." Izaya sniffed him, licking a long line against his throat. "Mm, you smell divine. Virgin blood is the best."

Shizuo flushed. Was that why he had been taken? Because they sensed he was still a virgin?

"Don't get any funny ideas." The vampire warned. "Don't go thinking if you lose your virginity, you'll go free. If you're of no use, we'll kill you. Stupid humans don't last long here."

Shizuo said nothing. He renewed his struggle refusing to be a vampire's prisoner. Izaya lightly pinched his jaw, turning his head. Sharp teeth grazed his throat. He winced as the fangs pierced him. Izaya drank from him, one hand holding him down.

"Get off me." Shizuo growled feeling light headed.

Izaya continued drinking from him, long greedy gulps. At last he was released. The vampire licked his lips. "You have S class blood, Shizu-chan."

"You damn parasite." Shizuo grumbled trying to stand. He swayed dangerously on his feet.

"You're going to stay here." Izaya told him.

"Like hell I am!" Shizuo staggered tittering like a drunk person. He found himself caught in the vampire's arms.

"You'll live here with the rest of the humans. You'll have everything you need, food, tutors, whatever activities you want to do."

Shizuo glanced up at the raven. "You're not gonna turn me?"

"No. It's your blood I want. Once a day you'll come here and then you're free to do as you please."

Shizuo's brow furrowed. "...I get to do what I want? When I want?"

"Yeah, this will be your new home, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo chewed his lip. He'd be living with monsters. He'd be normal. "...I want my own room."

"Done." Izaya grinned. "As long as you eat what you're given and keep your chastity, you'll be left alone to your own devices."

Shizuo nodded. At least he thought he did. His head felt like wet clay. His eyelids lowered.

When he opened them again, his throat was bandaged. He was in a large four poster bed. The room dwarfed his old one. No windows, two doors. Shizuo crawled out of bed feeling better. At his bedside was a small file with his name on. Shizuo ignored it in favour of the large television screen stretched out across the wall. Five different game systems sat underneath, along with a shelf full of games for each.

Returning to the bed he picked up the file. Shizuo Heiwajima. An introduction to life as a donor and rules to be abided.

x-x-x

The alarm rings at seven o'clock. Shizuo rolls out of bed heading for the shower. He has his own room with its own bathroom. The products he uses are his own choice but they have to either be fragrant free or one that their provider likes. Shizuo uses fragrant free. It's better for him anyway, since his nose is just as sensitive as a vampire. He scrubs his body clean, washes his hair and enjoys the peace.

At seven thirty there's a knock at his door. Outside is a tray with a silver dome. Breakfast. Shizuo takes it inside sitting at the small kotatsu. With a small sigh he takes off the lid looking at the spread before him. He's required to stay healthy. Nutrition is one of the most important factors and a contract breaker. Fresh meat, veg, fish and all the necessary vitamins he needs. There's even a small cake on the side. Shizuo eats that first downing the glass of milk. He takes his time as per the schedule pinned to his door.

At eight thirty he leaves his room and follows the signs on the floor to the gym. He's not alone. The other boys stare at him as he moves to the warm up mat. He's the only one with special treatment. The rest stay together, eat together and bathe together. Then again he's probably been the only one that dares ask.

Shizuo shrugs working out the kinks in his body. Above him the sun shines down through the open top gym. He goes through the routine, cardio, weights and lastly boxing. The bag hits the floor, ripped in half from his punch. Sand pours out and now he's alone. The other boys stare at him like a freak and run.

At nine thirty, he's on a table, naked except for his boxers. There's a woman rubbing oil into his back. It's the first human woman he's seen since he arrived. She doesn't speak and neither does he. The music playing from the speaker relaxes his muscles. His eyelids droop.

At ten o'clock, Shizuo is showered and sitting back in his room. On the kotatsu is his laptop and a stationary set. The man on screen is talking. He's supposed to be making notes. In the background he can hear the other boys.

At twelve o'clock there's another knock at his door. Lunch time. Shizuo takes the tray inside sitting at his table. As expected it's more of a variety. He downs another glass of water and tucks in.

At one o'clock he's back to staring at the screen. For them school continues. As it will until three o'clock. It's less of a pain than if he was actually attending.

At quarter past three, Shizuo is sitting in an empty room close to the massage parlour. He's expected to relax into a meditative state. With some difficulty he does.

At half four he returns to his own room. He can hear the other boys moving past one by one. His own schedule is blank. It's the only time that isn't controlled. Shizuo finds himself curled up under the kotatsu fast asleep.

At five o'clock there's a knock at the door. Dinner. Shizuo takes it in and eats quickly. His condition feels better than ever. He's not allowed to smoke but he doesn't feel a need to. When he's done the teen returns the empty tray to the trolley outside.

At six o'clock the alarm rings. Shizuo switches it off, feeling over the healing bite marks at his throat. This is the time of day he doesn't like but it's why he's here. The sun is setting or has already set. Shizuo opens the fridge taking out an energy drink.

Izaya's room is at the top of the house. Shizuo makes the journey up and knocks on the door. "Come in." Opening the door he looks at the vampire sitting on the bed. "Good morning, Shizu-chan."

"Yeah." He doesn't see a point in conversation. Izaya by the looks of it has just stepped out of the shower. His hair is damp, a fluffy towel around his waist. Shizuo closes the door unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on his shirt.

He stands in front of the vampire easing his collar down. His heart races knowing what's coming. Izaya is staring at him. Sharp fangs were going to pierce his skin. His palms sweat with nervousness. It's going to hurt.

"How was your first day?" The vampire asks. "Take a seat, Shizu-chan."

Reluctantly he does, keeping adequate distance between them. "Fine."

"Mmhm, you've been supplied everything you wanted?"

"Yes."

"There's some discord between you and the other donors." Izaya continued to stare at him.

"It's nothing." The teen shrugged.

"You prefer being alone?"

"I suppose."

"Nothing you want to ask?"

Shizuo shrugged. "No."

"Really?" Izaya rolled his eyes. "I don't need to compel you. You're here voluntarily. Can't we at least have a conversation?"

"That's what we're doing, isn't it?" Shizuo murmured.

The vampire sighed. "Nothing?"

"Oh. I broke the boxing bag."

"It can be replaced. If it hasn't already." Izaya touched his arm feeling his biceps. "You're strong but not built. You're not scared of me?"

Shizuo glanced down at his arm. "Should I be?"

Izaya tilted his head but didn't answer. "You don't feel anything?"

"This is my job, right?" Shizuo shrugged.

"That doesn't mean you can't feel something. You're human. Being so I'm control of your emotions isn't normal."

"...you're asking if I hate you?"

Izaya leaned back but didn't remove his hand. "I suppose. I did take you away from your family."

Shizuo shrugged. "I like being here."

"That's not what I asked. Don't you miss them?"

"This is for the best." Shizuo held his collar down. "It's going to be supper time soon, aren't you going to drink?"

Izaya moved closer cupping his chin. He tilted it slightly. Shizuo flinched feeling sharp points graze his throat. "This scares you?"

"I don't like pain." Shizuo muttered closing his eyes.

"Is that what you feel when I drink from you? Pain?"

"Yes."

"Is that it?"

"Look vampire-"

"Izaya."

"Izaya-san." Shizuo corrected. "What should I be feeling?"

The vampire shook his head biting down. Shizuo's fists clenched in his pants. Pain shot through his neck, the column of his throat burned. It didn't get much better. Izaya began drinking, a slight tug of his blood.

His body went lax, supported in the raven's arms. Shizuo tensed squeezing his eyes closed. It would be over soon. Almost over. Almost...Izaya pulled away handing him a tissue. The teen was shaking a little.

"You can rest here."

Shizuo held the wad against his throat, lifting his drink. "No thanks." He grumbled flicking his thumb. The plastic cap snapped off. Tilting the bottle back, he drank greedily.

"You don't like to ask for help, do you?"

Shizuo staggered to his feet. "I don't need it...not like anyone would help a monster anyway. Is that all?"

"For today." Izaya confirmed. "Good night, Shizu-chan."

"Mmhm." Shizuo wasn't surprised to find the door already open.

x-x-x

Within a week Shizuo knew he was being alienated. The camera in the classroom kept getting covered and loud voices spoke over the teacher. The door to the gym kept getting jammed when he tried getting in.

It didn't really bother him. He didn't get angry, not really. All it took to open the door was a sharp pull. Then he was a freak, a monster and apparently a vampire groupie drinking Izaya's blood. Even that didn't piss him off. Izaya was right. He really was getting too comfortable with monsters.

Not only that but the bites the vampire made never healed. He was a walking pin cushion with the marks of Izaya's ownership. Even that didn't bother him. Not really. It was all part of the job. He just didn't understand why the other donors weren't as relaxed as he was.

Eight o'clock. Shizuo should have been sleeping. It was the scheduled time. At least eight hours sleep a night. Instead he was laying awake staring out into the darkened room. "Did you take enough?" He asked without fear.

"Yes." Izaya answered perched on his bed. "You knew it was me?"

"Yes." Shizuo answered. "What do you want? It's after curfew."

"You're not like a teenager at all." Izaya noted.

"And you know everything about teenagers?" Shizuo asked.

"I'm forever twenty one. It's my hobby to see what makes humans tick."

"Is that why you're here?" Shizuo grumbled. "You want to dissect me?"

"You catch on quick for a protozoan."

"Is it part of the contract?"

"Yes. Psychological welfare is included. Because you're a volunteer there wasn't much point in placing you in counselling sessions."

"Counselling?"

"A little persuasion to make sure the donors stay happy."

"Brainwashing." Shizuo murmured. "Why boys?"

Izaya grinned. "Finally want a conversation? Girls are no good. They're too much of a temptation to the newer vampires."

"So there's no need to worry about relationships." Shizuo shrugged rolling onto his side.

"Not all donors are straight. You humans don't really care if it makes you feel good."

"I don't understand."

"No, I don't think you do." Izaya shook his head. "What do you really want, Shizu-chan?"

"Nothing." Shizuo closed his eyes. "I'm fine like this."

"You're fine with never seeing Kasuka-kun again?" The teen twitched at the name. "I could bring him here. He could be-"

"Don't you dare touch him!" Shizuo snarled pinning the vampire to the bed. "Leave him alone."

"Ah, so you are capable of emotion. Your little brother is the most important to you." Izaya stared calmly up at him. "What is it you're running from?"

"I'm not running from anything."

"Shizu-chan, you're a pitiful human."

Shizuo growled. "You're the parasite drinking from this pitiful human!"

"Should I tell you what I see?" The vampire cooed with a sick grin.

"No. Go away."

"You think you can hide." Izaya shifted closer. Shizuo could feel him sitting beside his head. "You're human but you don't feel it. Your strength separates you from your peers." He flinched, Izaya's fingers sifting through his hair. "You think you'll be safer living with monsters. No one can hurt you then, right?"

Shizuo gave a minute shake of his head.

"No, that's not it. Is it? You can protect yourself. It's them you don't want to hurt. You don't hate humans. You want to be one. Your worst nightmare is becoming one of us." Shizuo tensed. Izaya's lips brushed against his jaw. "If I told you I craved your pain?" Izaya purred. "You're not like us, Shizu-chan. Here and now I could bless you with the gift of immortality."

The teen trembled. His eyes wide saucers staring into the darkness of Izaya's eyes. "...d-don't."

Izaya's sharp canines ghosted down his throat. "That scares you, doesn't it? You'd be alone, a true monster. No one would love you then."

"P-please." Shizuo mumbled.

"That's what you truly desire." Izaya murmured. "You want to be loved. Everyone else breaks the contract. They fall in love, they lose what makes them appetising. Only you didn't blink when I told you the rules. Which is it? You can't love or you don't think anyone will love you?"

"I-"

"I can compel you to tell the truth." Izaya warned. "Although it would hurt you."

"Then do it." Shizuo snapped.

The vampire smirked. "Where's the fun in that? Answer the question."

"...both." He reluctantly confessed. "I-is that it?"

"You're not enjoying my company?" Izaya laughed. "Goodnight, Shizu-chan."

"...night." Shizuo sank beneath the covers, cocooning himself in them. "I can't love anyone." He whispered.

"Never say never." Izaya responded just as quietly. Shizuo shuddered. He'd never felt so alone. The vampire was gone but his mind was bleeding open. Izaya's goal it seemed was to tear his scars open. He couldn't let that happen.

x-x-x

Shizuo washed the blood from his hands, wrapping bandaged around his knuckles. He watched the diluted red seep down the plug hole. Would Izaya be pissed he'd wasted a bit? Who cared. The vampire hadn't returned whilst he was smashing crap up.

Leaving the bathroom, the teen sighed picking up the flipped kotatsu. There was a knock at the door. It's seven thirty. Breakfast time. Shizuo takes the tray, the bandages becoming a damp pink as his blood seeps through. He carries it to the kotatsu and sits down. He doesn't really feel like eating but knows he needs to replenish his energy.

After that it's the gym. Shizuo doesn't hold back, he takes on the treadmill as if he's fleeing the home of vampires and never coming back. He hadn't thought emotional torture would be part of the deal. "Shitty vampires."

His laptop sits at the side ready to be turned on for class. Shizuo has decided to stay in the gym all day. He notices he's been left alone. At twelve o'clock there's a knock on the door.

x-x-x

He's back again. Shizuo clutches the energy drink in his hand. It looks sore but he can't feel it. The door to Izaya's room is open. The vampire fresh out of the shower. The teen finds himself wondering if Izaya wants to warm up his cold body. He doesn't really care about it but it's something to distract himself.

"Good morning, Shizu-chan." Izaya greets chirpily.

"It's night." Shizuo shrugs.

"Which means morning for me. You've hurt yourself."

Another shrug. "It's nothing."

"It looks painful. Sit." Izaya pats the bed beside him.

Shizuo takes a seat. The vampire takes his hand unravelling the bandage. "Does it hurt?"

"No." The teen answers truthfully. He can't feel something so small.

"How about now?" Izaya smooths his thumb over his knuckles. Shizuo shakes his head. "Now?" Izaya presses down until there's a creak of bone threatening to break. "Nothing?"

"Doesn't hurt." Shizuo says.

"Hm, you're an interesting one." Izaya holds out his hand like its a puzzle piece. He lifts it close to his lips. "How about now?" The vampire flicks out his tongue. As soon as it touches his skin, Shizuo snaps his hand back cradling it to his chest. "I see."

"A-aren't you going to drink?" The teen asks shuffling back a little.

"Not yet." Izaya grins. "You can't leave until I do. Tell me, how did you hurt your hands?"

Shizuo looks down at his cradled hand. The wound is healing, fresh skin covering his knuckles. For the first time since his arrival he looks at Izaya. He sees the vampire he's signed up with and wants to run. A slither of fear works its way up his spine. His fists clench so the trembling of his fingers don't give him away. He's made a mistake and now he's the vampire's toy. Izaya smiles and he knows the games have just begun.

End