Blood and Tears
Notes: This is my first vampire fanfic. Be nice. It is also my first Tyka fic, so be nice-er. I'm still not sure about the "dynamics" of Tyka.
Prologue
Tyson had gone out to get a breath of fresh air that evening. Everybody had gathered at the mansion that Voltaire had left Kai before he died. The old owner of the Abbey and president of Biovolt had died of heart trouble in the Hague where he'd been imprisoned after the world championships. Ironic that, for figuratively his heart had been what was lacking in his soul. With Voltaire gone, Kai could live in peace.
The blade breakers had moved into the mansion. Kai had thrown a party. All the old crowd had been invited to mark the second anniversary of the Blade Breakers being formed. They were all able to make it, even Zeo and Wyatt. Funny thing though, the Saint Shields hadn't even replied to the invitation.
It had suddenly become too much for Tyson. The social butterfly of the group had come to rest. Kai, understanding the need to be alone, had let Tyson leave the party and go for a walk. Kai and Tyson themselves had finally come to an understanding. They'd been dating in secret for six months so far. They acted like they didn't get along still, because they were unsure of what the other Blade Breakers would think of them if they found out that not only were Kai and Tyson gay, they were dating!
Tyson sighed, taking a sip of the coffee that they'd made. Robert had brought excellent coffee with him. It was a rich, mocha type that energized the soul. Tyson suddenly heard a whoosh of air behind him. He turned around, thinking that perhaps Zeo had followed him. "Zeo…"
"Not Zeo." Said a voice behind him. Tyson whirled. It was Ozuma!
"Oh, Ozuma, did you get our invitation?" Tyson asked. He didn't have time to finish. Somebody, probably Dunga, came up behind him. He felt a cloth pressed over his mouth. Tyson struggled against the full nelson that held him in place, trying to scream. Then Tyson felt the world dissolving around him. Knock out gas!
He woke up later, much later. He was in some kind of darkened room. It was very dark and dim. There wasn't even a light! Then Tyson realized he'd been blindfolded. "Well well well." Tyson, fighting panic, heard Ozuma standing to his right. "I get my revenge after all. Do you have any idea how much I suffered because I failed to capture your bit beasts Tyson?"
Tyson felt somebody coming up to him, standing in front of where he was tied to the wall. "Ozuma let me go! Whatever did I do to you?"
Ozuma didn't answer, but Tyson felt a silky caress going down his cheek, stopping at the juncture between neck and shoulder. He began to tremble. "Soooo much suffering. For a Saint Shield Tyson, there can only be one revenge. I failed to fulfill the one, and lost my freedom because you beat us."
Tyson felt Ozuma sniffing along his neck. "Ozuma… you don't have to do this… back off… we can talk this out…"
"The time for talking is long past." Ozuma said with a soft hiss. With an animaline snarl, Tyson felt something puncture his neck.
Tyson screamed, as he realized that Ozuma meant to kill him, to torture him. It took about five minutes before Tyson felt whatever Ozuma had cut him with withdraw from his neck. He felt a small vial being placed to his lips. "Poor baby, do drink up…" Ozuma taunted.
Tyson, sure that Ozuma meant to poison him next, turned his head away. "No! How do I know that you haven't poisoned it? You already tried to cut my HEAD off!" Tyson said, panic overtaking him.
"It's not poisoned, I tested it myself." Ozuma said silkily, pushing it against Tyson's lips.
Tyson felt Ozuma's hand traveling down his thigh. Tyson shivered, crying out. "Don't touch me you…" Ozuma dumped the vial down Tyson's throat, withdrawing his hand. Tyson coughed, sputtering on the thick liquid that was being poured down his throat. Tyson growled at him. "That was a dirty trick!"
"It worked didn't it?" Ozuma sneered. "Well then, I'll just leave you for your friends to find. Sleep now little one."
Tyson heard Ozuma's footsteps dying away. He heard the murmur of voices not far away. A tenor voice argued bitterly with an alto tenor. A baritone, and then a contralto, added their opinions. The Saint Shields, Tyson realized. They were having a meeting. Obviously, from their tones, Tyson reasoned that whatever Ozuma planned to do to him, the others didn't agree with it.
Tyson shivered, trembling. He felt something wrong, deep inside of him. Something inside of him was changing, and he didn't like the feeling. Tyson slumped, letting the despair take over. There was NO way that he was going to get away until the Saint Shields were finished with him.
Hours could have passed, or days, Tyson was never sure. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming up. Tyson cried out. "Shhh! Don't make such a fuss!" Joseph whispered. "I'm going to get you out of here!"
"Right, and I'm supposed to trust you."
"Darn right you are… look… as Saint Shields we're not supposed to get revenge for anything. For us, there can only be one revenge, the capture and sealment of the sacred bit beasts!"
"How long have they had me?" Tyson asked, as Joseph removed the bandana covering his eyes.
"Overnight." Joseph answered. "Your friends are looking for you. Unfortunately for you, the damage was done already. Ozuma will be punished by the clan for what he's done, but that doesn't change what he did."
"What did he do?" Tyson asked, as Joseph cut the bonds from his feet. Tyson stretched his ankles as Joseph cut the bonds on his hands. Tyson flexed his wrists.
"Can you stand?" Joseph asked worriedly.
Tyson swooned. "I think so…" The world seemed to swirl around him.
"You'd better lean on me, just in case. We're lucky that it's dark out." Joseph said cryptically. "Ozuma is gone for the night."
Tyson shivered. He couldn't stop shaking, and the feeling of wrongness came back on him full force. He leaned on Joseph. They had made it to the bridge when Tyson heard the noise of a familiar motorcycle roaring up behind him. Joseph whirled. Tyson shivered, almost falling over. Tala and Bryan were bearing down on them mounted atop a pair of Honda Goldwings. Tala and Bryan circled around behind them and came to a stop on either side. "Tyson are you okay?" Tala demanded. "We've been looking all over for you. Kai was about to call the police if we couldn't find you!"
"I'm sorry, Tala isn't it?" Joseph asked. "My captain Ozuma went a little wacko and decided to kidnap Tyson. I didn't agree, so I helped him escape, but he's wasted!"
Tala growled at him. "We'll take Tyson back. Thanks for helping out." But Tyson could tell that Tala probably wouldn't trust Joseph from now on. Bryan helped Tyson mount the back seat of Tala's motorcycle. "Hang on tight." Tala warned. He pulled out a cellphone. "Kai, it's Tala, we've found Tyson and we're coming back…." Pause. "Yeah, some kid with green hair and some kind of old fashioned gold and red uniform. No I do not know what team. I'm hoping YOU can tell me that! Okay bye, see you in ten."
Tyson was relieved, he clung to Tala for dear life as the Demolition Boys not only ran a few stop lights, but turned a few rights on red as well. It took them five minutes to get back to Kai's mansion. By that time Steve and Spencer were waiting for them at the gate. They opened it up for Tala and Bryan, heaving the wrought iron aside.
Tyson yawned as they pulled up to the gate. "TYSON!!" The Blade Breakers cried in relief.
Max was the first to reach him, glomping Tyson happily and snuggling his face into Tyson's shoulder blades. Rei hugged him from the other side. Hillary growled at them both that they'd squeeze Tyson to death. Kenny bounced up and down, because he wasn't tall enough to hug Tyson by the shoulders. The other Teams came hurrying out. Ian happily performed a cheer he'd made up called the Nookie Dance. Bryan whacked him over the head with his water bottle. Michael and Eddy spontaneously broke into a chorus of, "For he's a jolly good fellow." Emily stepped "accidentally" on Michael's toes and was happy when she achieved the desired affect of making Michael's voice jump to the soprano range. Mariah cheered, hugging Emily until she complained that Mariah was choking her.
Kane and his team, who were still rather shy around the other, more experienced teams, stayed shyly back until Kane came forward and pumped his hand in a good, solid handshake. "Glad you're back." But then they almost got run over as Enrique, Johnny, and Oliver rushed down the steps, Robert calling after them to slow down or they'd break their necks!
And there he was, Kai, standing at the top of the stairs. Bryan and Tala guided a weakened, still lightheaded Tyson up the steps to greet him. Kai, in the first open show of affection he ever showed Tyson in public, wrapped his arms around Tyson's shoulders, hiding his tears in the nape of his neck. "I missed you." Kai whispered softly in his ear. "I was so worried about you."
"Me too." Tyson whispered. "I missed you too. I didn't think Ozuma would let me get out alive."
"Ozuma did this?" Kai asked softly as he guided Tyson inside and up the stairs to bed. "What did he do?"
"I'm not sure, he kept me knocked out most of the time." Tyson said groggily. "I know he cut my neck in some places. And he made me drink some kind of medicine. It was probably what knocked me out."
Kai checked. "It doesn't look like a cut, it looks more like a puncture wound, like he stuck a needle into your jugular."
"Whatever it was it hurt like hell." Tyson shivered again. "Then Joseph didn't agree with whatever it was Ozuma was doing, so he helped me escape. He said it was too late to help me though…" Tyson paused. "Hey, where did the Dark Bladers go?"
The Dark Bladers had also been invited to the get together, and since they were rarely invited to anything, they accepted the invitation. "Still sleeping, or Sanguinax is. Lupinex went for a hike this morning and he said he'd be out all day. I don't know where the other two went." Kai said, voice still low as they climbed the stairs to Tyson's room.
They didn't talk much on the way up to his room. Tyson had learned from Kai, that silence could communicate as much as words could. If he gauged this particular silence correctly, Kai had been very worried about him and was glad he had gotten away. He was angry at Ozuma for kidnapping and injuring Tyson and worried for Tyson's well being.
Kai pulled back the sheets for Tyson. Tyson gratefully dropped his jacket and hat on the floor. Tyson took off his shirt and belt. Kai then, glancing at Tyson for permission, helped his boyfriend take off his shoes and socks. Tyson was too tired to do them himself. Kai rubbed his feet, and Tyson giggled slightly when it tickled him.
Kai flopped down onto the bed beside Tyson and began to massage the tension out of his shoulders. Tyson purred softly, working his shoulder blades. His bones and muscles creaked as Kai delicately massaged the pain away.
Suddenly Kai hit a sore spot. Tyson hissed. "Did I hurt you?" Kai asked tenderly.
"It's okay, there was just this sensitive point." Tyson took a deep breath, shivering under Kai's light, almost seductive touch.
Kai examined the place. "There doesn't seem to be any bruising there."
"It's probably just stiff from being tied in the SAME damn position for twenty four hours." Tyson yawned. "A little lower Kai."
Kai dutifully worked his way down Tyson's back, unknotting the tense muscles in the small of his back. "That better?"
"Much!" Tyson said with another yawn.
"I'll stay with you for awhile. Why don't you sleep?" Kai asked, taking off his shirt and scarf and snuggling up against Tyson's chest. Tyson wrapped an arm around Kai's waist before falling asleep.
Robert politely knocked. "The council is about to begin Kai. I suggest that you wake Tyson up if you don't want him to miss dinner."
"Let him sleep, he's very weak. I'm coming." Kai slipped out of the bed. He dressed and left for dinner.
"I'll ask Oliver to keep something hot for him." Robert said with a smile.
Tyson slept on, oblivious.