Fangs of the Soul
By: Hitokiri Musei
Rated: M
Summary: Vampires. Daisuke Niwa, a young boy from a hunter family, has been taught all his life to destroy these creatures. What happens when he meets one who is different from the rest of his kind, a young vampire named Dark who has something no vampire could possibly have; a soul.
Warnings and Disclaimer: DarkDaisuke, AU, modern times in New York, vampire fic. I don't own DNAngel.
Chapter 1
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow!"
The woman waved with a smile, walking away from the small café that she worked in. It was dark out, about 11:30 at night, and a little cold as well. She shivered, pulling her warm coat tighter around herself to try and shut out the chill.
There were few people on the streets as she got away from the hustle of main New York City, and she started to walk through the quieter streets of the suburbs. She breathed deep, the smell of rain coming to her nose.
Smiling, the woman walked a little faster, wanting to get back to her home so she could get a good night's sleep. She had to work again in the morning, after all, and she needed to be well rested.
A sound from behind her made her look around. There was no one there, and, shrugging, she turned back towards her destination. There were more sounds, ones that she couldn't identify, and she whirled around, her grip tightening on the small purse she carried.
Fear surged through her and she walked faster, clutching her bag to her chest. A whoosh and then a thump sounded from behind her, and she turned to meet the tall figure of a man. She let out a small shriek, and then a smiling face was revealed to her. "Easy there, miss, I didn't mean to frighten you."
The woman let out a small breath, still staring at the man. She slowly relaxed, and then smiled slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry."
The man shook his head, moving closer to her. She frowned as he did so, a little frightened still. She looked over him curiously, studying the way he was built. He was small and wiry, slender yet tall. His face was lean and had a somewhat gaunt look to it, and his skin was pale. Large violet eyes stared out from his face, eyes unlike any she had ever seen. The wisps of violet hair hanging around his face added to the strange appearance of this man, and the woman felt her doubts growing.
A small smile appeared on the man's lips, and he took another step forward. "Once again, do forgive me. I didn't mean to scare you."
The woman took a step back, not wanting to be any closer to this man. She looked up and met his eyes, and then her entire body froze. 'God, his eyes are gorgeous…' she thought dazedly, all of her focus being drawn to those hypnotic eyes.
"Easy, miss…" he murmured, taking a few steps forward. She didn't move, locked in place by those astounding purple eyes.
A bony hand wrapped around her wrist, and she found herself drawn against the skinny body. The man's other arm encircled her waist, drawing her closer, and then with a soft touch the man tilted her head to the left. "Forgive me…" he whispered.
Needle sharp points pierced her throat, at first causing pain, and then a strange sense of pleasure. The woman reached up, fisting her hands in the choppy violet locks and pressing the man closer to her, demanding more. The arms around her waist tightened, and then she started to feel light-headed. The last thing she was aware of was the fanged jaws tightening on her neck, and then the world went black.
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"There has been yet another victim of the strange killer in the night. The body of a young woman was found near the suburbs of New York City, drained of blood and lying as though at sleep on the sidewalk. Police say that she looked at peace, her hands folded on her chest and her body lain out neatly."
Daisuke Niwa, age 18, shook his head slightly, looking away from the television and going back to his breakfast. Another killing, and this time not the same way the others had gone. Other killings had revealed the victims to be left sprawled on the ground, their bloodstreams empty, and an expression of fear on their faces.
However, every now and then a body would show up that was perfectly laid out, as though ready for burial. These victims were not afraid, at least not by their expressions. Daisuke was baffled by this.
The redhead knew very well what was killing these people. A vampire. That was easy for him to see. Daisuke had grown up in a family of vampire hunters; he could easily tell that it was the work of these creatures of the night.
What confused him was the fact that some of the victims were so nicely arranged. Vampires were soulless beings, they cared nothing for their victims, before or after death, so why would there be those few dead that had been taken care of?
Daisuke sighed, finishing off his bit of toast and leaning back in his chair. He had nothing more to do except wander around in his apartment, or perhaps go to visit his family. He was out of high school, and college didn't start for another 3 months, so he had some time to kill.
Daisuke stood, going to his window and looking out over the dark streets of New York. 'Perhaps I should do a little vampire hunting… Get rid of this thing that is stalking the streets. It's been a while, after all…'
The redhead stretched, and then made up his mind. It would give him something to do, and it would give him an excuse to go find out what confused him so much. After sifting through his closet that was full of his hunting supplies, the slender man strapped his gun to his hip, pulling the pouch filled with other various weapons over his head. After clipping on his silver cross necklace that he always wore, Daisuke headed out the door, pulling on his black trench-coat as he went.
After all, didn't want anyone to see his weapons. It might frighten them.
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Night grew deeper, and the darkness grew heavier. Daisuke had had no luck, and he was growing tired of wandering aimlessly around the city. He attempted to locate the vampire in several places, many of which would be the most likely places for one to show up, but with no luck.
The redhead sighed, turning on his heel and starting to head back towards his apartment. 'I might as well give up for the night. I'm not getting anywhere anyway.'
Daisuke sighed again, closing his crimson eyes briefly. It was long enough, for a split second later he collided with another body, and his head shot up to meet startling violet eyes. Daisuke blinked, and then grinned. "Sorry. Guess I should pay attention to where I'm walking."
The other man flashed back a grin, and Daisuke froze. His hand flew to his gun, and there was a hiss and a gasp as Daisuke pressed the barrel of his gun against the other man's – no, not man's, vampire's – temple, a scowl making it's way onto his face. "Don't move, vampire."
Those violet eyes were no longer as startling as they stared at him. They were wide in shock and disbelief, and then Daisuke was surprised to see some sort of finality come into them. "Shoot."
Daisuke blinked in shock. "What!"
"Shoot me. End it. Please…"
Daisuke didn't know whether to do as the other asked, or to simply stare in shock. His mind chose option number two, and the man could do nothing more than gape at the violet-eyed being in front of him.
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Kinda cheesy, I know, but indulge me here. I tried! -grovels- Review for me!