Yes, I started another multi-chaptered fic…hahaha… Don't look at me like that!
Some of you may know from tumblr, but I've been thinking of writing a Vampire!Aomine x Werewolf!Kagami fic for quite some time now, and it's finally here! I was originally going to start it later, around the time I was going to finish the Demons of Our Past, but I was in the mood for something supernatural.
The prologue is an origin story, like a fairy tale.
Enjoy!
Prologue
A long, long time ago, there lived a wolf and a bat.
They were best friends, sleeping in the same cave, hunting together at night, living and learning together.
One day, an old man stumbled into their cave, hurt and bleeding from his mysterious attacker.
The wolf and the bat welcomed the man, giving him their food and providing him company. The wolf would snuggle up to him to keep him warm, the bat would find fresh fruit to nourish him and keep watch during the night.
The wolf and the bat envied humans, for their intelligence and their power. They were also scared of humans, and their weapons. But the old man was kind and caring. He was different.
One night under the light of a full moon, the old man asked the bat, "Would you like to become human?"
"But how?" the bat replied.
"I can do so, for I am a sorcerer," the old man said. "But if you become human, you can never see the wolf again."
Unknown to the bat, the wolf had been listening from the bushes. Misunderstanding the situation, thinking that the one human it trusted now took away its only friend, it howled in pain and anger and ran away, swearing to never meet the bat again.
The bat went to fly after its friend, when there was a shout and a young man stumbled into sight. He carried a wooden dagger, raising it as he walked towards the old man.
"Father," he snarled angrily. "I failed once, but I will not again. I must kill you to inherit your power and your riches."
The old man begged for his son to stop as the dagger came down. But in a flutter of leathery wings, the brave bat flew into the way, and the wooden stake pierced its tiny body.
"No!" the old man cried, falling to his knees to cradle the creature. He took out another dagger of pure silver, holding it out towards his son. "This is all I have, my son. Even my power dwindles as I age. Please, take it and leave."
The son snatched the dagger, his eyes gleeful as he weighed its worth. He turned to the old man and smiled. "Why, thank you father. You should not have trusted me. Now I shall kill you with this."
But before he could attack once more, a flash of white and grey darted out of the bushes and bit down on his neck. He screamed in pain, but before he died, he managed to shove the silver point into the wolf's belly.
The old man scrambled over to the dying wolf, with the dying bat in his arms.
"Thank you for saving me," he sobbed. "How do I repay you?"
"Save the bat," the wolf whispered. "Let the bat lead a happy life."
"No, save the wolf," the bat pleaded. "For I cannot lead a happy life without the wolf."
"I will use the rest of my power on you. I can turn you human, but not entirely," the man replied, pulling out both daggers and laying them on the floor. To the wolf, he said, "You can only change back completely when the moon is full, as it is today." To the bat, he said, "You will gain only little nutrition from food, and will have to drink blood for energy." To both, he said, "You will live long and heal fast, but will have a dire flaw. For the cause of your injuries today will be the cause of your descendants' weaknesses."
He stared at the two with warmth in his eyes.
"And as an apology for staining your friendship, I will leave you with a gift. If you learn to form a bond as strong as your blood between you, then your faults will turn to strengths, and your lives will be irrevocably intertwined."
The old man cast his final spell, and died.
And thus the werewolves and the vampires were born.
Of course, the secrets of the blood bond were lost in the annals of time, but this is a story of how they were rediscovered, and ironically, during an age when werewolves and vampires were at the tipping point of their most vicious battle yet.
This is the story of a young werewolf and a young vampire, who would change everything.
Chapter 1: Clockwork Shadows
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Hurried footsteps slapped against the cold cobbled path, furtive glances thrown over a shoulder as the full moon cast long shadows on the empty streets.
One of the shadows moved.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Panting breaths, scrambling feet and hands looking for purchase on stone walls, cast iron gates.
The shadow was moving faster, coming closer.
A small burst of hope at finding a foothold, relief turning sour when something grabbed clothes and pulled down. Eyes wide, a strangled cry for help cut short as a claw swiped down, too fast, too strong to stop.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Eyes snapped open, and the figure sat up straight, skin clammy with sweat. He stumbled out of bed, the sheets tangling as though begging him to stay, stay and sleep…sleep for long…
He shook his head, the dizziness hindering his steps. He groaned as a spike of pain shot into his head, and he coughed into his hand, eyes wide at the red blood that dripped down his palm and chin. It had gotten worse.
No. Not yet. I still have time. I'll make time.
The grandfather clock was loud in the silent night.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
He fell to his knees before the dresser. It slid automatically open in front of him, and pale hands placed against the twin daggers on the soft red velvet. He sighed as a comforting buzz washed over him, and he felt the acidic burn in his stomach lessen. The blood from his hand left marks on one of them, but right before his eyes, the red streaks sizzled and disappeared.
His lips twitched involuntarily.
He looked outside, at the full moon. He stood up, no longer dizzy, no longer lethargic, tightening the robe around his waist. He walked out of his bedroom, shutting the door on the grandfather clock, an unmoving observer that never failed to remind him of his passing time.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Hands shifted the strap of the bag that hung across the man's broad shoulders. Wind ruffled red hair, and he took a deep breath, grinning widely to reveal sharp canines pressing against pink lips. He pulled the beanie down lower, forcing the two little bumps that pushed against the cloth at the top of his head to retreat. Excitement made him a little lax when it came to hiding his identity.
Sharp eyes scanned the area just outside the airport, the bustling people, the busy streets. And his crimson gaze rose to stare at the full moon above, washing him with silver light and rejuvenating him in a way only it could do.
It was different than what he had imagined, but once he was here, he felt it in his gut…the feeling he had longer for.
That emptiness inside of him that had been gnawing at him for so many years…the answer was here, somewhere, in this city they called Tokyo.
He took out the folded map he had stashed in his jacket pocket, licking his lips with anticipation. His keen night vision allowed him to see the tiny details on the paper even without any sunlight, and his eyes latched onto the place he had circled earlier.
Now all he had to do was get there.
A shiver ran down the seated figure's spine, and navy eyes glanced around cautiously.
What is this feeling?
He stood up, stretching his lanky frame. The full moon did nothing for him, but the lack of sunlight made him feel stronger. He couldn't stop that feeling of uneasiness in his chest, though, but there were many hours still for the sun to rise, and without any proof of anything, he couldn't really complain to anyone.
Is it the werewolves?
His eyes narrowed with distrust. He couldn't bring himself to trust those dogs, but then again, they didn't seem to like him either. Well, there were a few towards whom he had grudging respect, but he could count their names on one hand.
He sighed, hopping down from the roof he had been sitting on.
Something had changed in the air, and he didn't know if he liked it or not.
Pale blue ears flicked in the breeze, and a brown nose sniffed the air.
Blood, but not human.
This isn't good. The wolf pondered silently as it stood atop the hill, gazing down at the bright lights of the city below. Its eyes flashing as it caught another scent in the breeze.
Werewolf. New.
Interesting.
It flicked its tail and turned around, trotting back into the forest that hedged one side of the large metropolitan city beneath it. Smelling one werewolf in the millions of people beneath wasn't only due to the wolf's skill, but rather the strength and peculiarity of the scent itself.
Truly interesting.
It seemed as though there would be a new addition to the pack.
Vampires and werewolves are a bit different in this. Vampires are not "undead", they have a heart that beats and they can be killed if a wooden stake pierces it. There's a lot more to them, but that'll come later. Only pureblood werewolves and vampires live longer, around 200-300 years. If they are part human, they will have an average lifespan. However, all of this will be explained as the story progresses, so don't worry too much about it!
The first chapter is sort of short, but it's just kind of to set the mood. I have no idea how long this is going to be, it might not be that long but whatever. I hope you don't mind whichever way :D Comments are love and sparkles.