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Blood Thirst
By MoshiMoshiQueen
"Characters' Conversations"
(Author's Comments)
He was cloaked in completely darkness. The air was so crisp that his warm breath turned it into a misty cloud of white. The stars and moon should have lightened up the dark sky, but it only made the citizens realize just how little light there was left in their world. The clouds covered up what little light there was, creating a dusky atmosphere. The breeze licked at the dead leaves and trees and created eerie sounds that chilled the soul. There was not a light in sight. All the homes and businesses were thrown into complete darkness and every door and window was bolted down tightly with chains and locks. It would have looked like any other world, but the stillness made it any but normal.
The night caused the complete silence. No one was stupid enough to set one foot into the darkness…well except for one person. His footsteps echoed throughout the empty, cobblestone alleyways. The smell of fresh blood filled his senses and he knew he was close. It was rich smell that caused his mouth dry up and taste like iron. His hands were chilled by the cool atmosphere and sweat dripped down his back. Despite his cool exterior, he still felt a droplet of fear.
He was dressed from head to toe in black. He wore a plain, black tee shirt, onyx colored jeans, and a dark cloak. The cloak was long, had black buttons down the front of it, and a hood connected to the top. On his hip was a long silver plated blade that was covered by a dark green sheath and was dashed with gold. At the end of it were long red strings. Strapped to his lower legs were two sharp blades that were covered by his jeans. He also carried elemental incarnations and a Rashinban (his compass from the series). His chocolate brown locks were messy and fell across his forehead, his eyes were a rich amber color and his skin was slightly bronzed.
He heard the sound of ripping skin, silent screams and the smell of blood got stronger. It almost made him sick to his stomach. Bile filled his mouth, but he choked it down. His job never got any easier. He kept walking down the alleyway towards the sickening sounds. He heard evil laughter and tiny tears drop like pins. His eyes focused towards three figures. Two were snickering and the third lay limply on the ground, blood draining from her neck. A few seconds later, the two vampires' ears were pricked. They looked up and saw that they had a visitor.
They were dressed almost a like. Their bodies were covered in black and red material. Their clocks enveloped their bodies. They had no need for weapons. Their arsenal lay in their mouth. Two fangs flashed from their blood-covered lips and their eyes flashed red. Syaoran could feel their hunger and it disgusted him more.
The taller vampire was completely pale. His blonde locks were long and laid limply upon his forehead. His eyes were once green, but now they flashed scarlet like a demon's. The shorter vampire was the opposite of his friend. His locks were a chocolate brown and his once human eyes were coffee colored.
"What do we have here?" the taller vampire called to his friend.
"A midnight snack," the other replied as a smirk bloomed across his lips.
They flashed their fangs at Syaoran again and grinned greedily. They were advancing fast, but Syaoran didn't budge an inch. His face remained cool and stone-like. His expression was sullen and his lips were turned downward in a frown. As the smaller one jabbed at him, he merely grabbed onto the vampire's shoulder, pulled him close and stabbed him in the heart with his silver blade.
The vampire howled out in pain, his eyes screaming with shock. The attack took him completely by surprise and he crumbled into ash.
"Who are you?!" the other vampire yelled as he looked at his friend's ashes.
"I fear to be clichéd, but I'm your worst nightmare," Syaoran said as he lunged swiftly and caught the vampire in the shoulder. The blade seemed to burn through its' flesh. Screaming, the vampire grabbed onto his shoulder and tried to leap at Syaoran again.
"Vampires never learn," he said as he dodged the blow and stabbed the vampire again. The blood sucked fell to the ground in pain.
Syaoran didn't stay to watch. He knew what would happen. His body would burst into ash and flow throughout the passageway. Two down, a million to go. He took no pleasure in killing vampires… they were once brothers, mothers, and children. They were once human….but no longer. He was sent out to hunt them. To help put a bandage on the bleeding wound of society. He knew that he couldn't stop the plague, but every night he walked into the silence and battled anyways.
He knew this was his destiny. He was the owner of the dragon blade, but this didn't make him a hero. If he was a hero, he could have saved the young girl in the alleyway. Walking slowly towards her body, he looked at the wound on her neck. Her light gray eyes started unblinkingly at him. Her mouth was open slightly and the look of shock was still plastered upon her features. Her white dress was now stained with her own blood. His shoes stepped in her blood and he raised his blade. Stabbing it through her heart, he felt the bile build upon his tongue again. He couldn't let her change. He couldn't let her innocent face turn into a demon's, but it made him sick still.
He pulled his blade from her limp body and started to walk out of alleyway. He needed a drink. He walked to the only bar that stayed open during the nighttime, Callahan's Tavern. Opening the door, everyone brave enough to be there became silent. Once they realized he wasn't an enemy, they put away their silver weapons and continued to drink merrily.
The tavern was like any other one. Dark woods were worn down and scratched. Broken tables and chairs littered the area. The cups were all metal and had dents in their sides. Cards were set out at every table and peanuts were thrown across the floor. Ashtrays lay upon the bar and were filled to the brim with cigarettes. Smoke filled the air and caused a hazy film in the air. There were pictures of happier times upon the walls and the television played shows from years ago. No one could make movies will fearing to be turned into a monster. There was no room for entertainment anymore. Everyday was a fight for your life.
"Syaoran."
"Callahan," Syaoran replied as he nodded to the bartender, who had broad shoulders and dark coloring. His skin was bronzed, his eyes gray and his hair was black. There were wrinkles at the sides of his eyes and mouth that showed that he had once laughed loud and hard. There was no laughter anymore. He wore a plain green shirt and blue jeans. He had tied a white apron around his waist.
"You look like shit."
"I feel like it too."
The short conversation was over between them. There was no point in talking about Syaoran's occupation. Everyone knew he was the dragon blade master and everyone knew that he continued to fail to make a dent in the vampire population. They were disappointed in their chosen one and Syaoran knew it, but he ignored their concerns. It wasn't as if he choice to be the chosen on. He even wished he had never picked up the dragon blade.
Taking a sip of his cool vodka, he felt the liquid burn down his throat and singe his soul. He didn't think he could continue to do this much longer. He wasn't getting anywhere, but what else could he do? Quit? And do what? Hide in his home like everyone else did? Shaking his head, he knew he couldn't hide from the dark.
There was once a time when his lips formed a smile, but now they rarely were ever upturned. His amber eyes were once filled with merriment and innocence… now they were filled with the horrors that filled his vision everyday. Young children with bloody fangs, innocent girls with tainted hands and once friends with red eyes.
Setting his glass down, he nodded at Callahan and then walked towards the door. He then heard the laughing once again. He was so tired. He didn't think he could fight any more tonight, but he pushed the door open anyways. Walking slowly, he headed down another alleyway. There he saw a vampire standing over a fallen girl.
When would these people learn to stay indoors? They only made things worse. They only made the vampire population larger.
Getting his blade out, he walked towards the vampire prepared for a fight, but once the parasite saw the shiny silver sword flash, he made a run for it. Sighing, Syaoran was quite grateful. At least he was putting fear in some of them.
Now he had to deal with the girl. He stood right above her and noticed she wasn't bleeding. Maybe he had made it just in time. Hope filled his heart, but it never reached his amber orbs. If they didn't get her this time, they'd probably get her the next time since she foolishly ran out into the darkness.
"Are you okay?"
They girl fearfully looked up at him and tried to pull herself from the ground. She was half frightened to death. He put his blade away and held out a hand from her. She didn't grab it; she merely tried to lift herself up again.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Her auburn locks were curled again her white neck and her green orbs shined like precious emeralds. Her skin was like pure snow and her cheeks were flushed pink. She wore a modest blue dress that stopped shortly before her knees and blue heels. It had spaghetti straps and showed off the curves of her body. There was a black ribbon tied up her leg (imagine the ribbons from the second CCS movie).
"Can you talk?" Syaoran asked after a few minutes of pure silence between them.
She looked like she wanted to open her mouth, but then thought against it. She shook her head and held her throat.
"That's what I thought," he said as he lifted her from the ground and held her in his arms, "I better get you into safety. You can stay with me tonight, but after that you are on your own. Just a tip though. Don't come out at night if you don't know how to fight."
She didn't answer his comments. She merely put his head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. This was the first time since the attack that she felt truly safe.
Ten minutes later she opened her eyes and found herself fast asleep on a couch in a strange place. Blinking for a few moments, she realized that she was probably in the hunter's home. She lifted herself up and walked towards the bathroom. She wiped the remnants of sleep out of her eyes and ran a pale hand through her limp locks. She reached out for the doorknob and twisted it softly. Locking the door behind her, she roamed towards the bathroom mirror slowly.
She tried desperately to find her reflection even though she knew she would never see it again. Tears filled her green orbs as she opened her mouth. Two white fangs flashed out of her lips and she was choked with emotion. She was still a monster. It hadn't been a horrible dream.
What was she going to do? Was the hunter going to kill her?
Question and Answer Section:
Q: Didn't you try to make this a Kingdom Hearts fanfic?
A: Yes, I'd say no offense, but I mean to be offensive. KH readers are (why do people only put two stars to represent cuss words? There are no cuss words that are two letters long. Someone please explain this to me), pretty much.
Q: Why do you say that?
A: They really didn't take kindly to me. Pretty much they were hostile, but whatever. I just wanted to try something different. I decided to go back to what I know and love and that is CCS.
Q: So, you are writing yet another new fanfic?
A: Hai. I know that I shouldn't be, but I really wanted to write another vampire fanfic.
Q: It actually came out quite well. Did you expect to put this much detail into it?
A: I really love all of the detail I added. There are only a few lines of dialogue. I thought this would appeal to the KH readers, but apparently they enjoy some other type of writing. Anyways, I don't want to talk about that experience any more. It's not worth my time, but thanks to those KH readers who reviewed though. There were some nice people (cough only a few though)
Q: We are glad that you are back on the CCS board.
A: I plan on staying here and never trying anything new again. Too much hassle. But, blah I don't want to talk about that anymore.
Q: Okay, okay. So what are your upcoming plans? Updating any other fanfics?
A: I should be updating again soon. I'm waiting for my break to come in about a month and that is when things will really start to flow.
Q: So, what is Syaoran going to do when he finds out that Sakura is a vampire?
A: Now, why would I give that away all ready?
Q: Just testing you. We want answers and updates soon.
A: And I hope to provide them. Anyways, no more questions. I'm done for the entire week. I need a break!
Q: So can your vampires be killed? People change the details all of the time. Garlic? Stake through the heart?
A: I think I'd like to stay with the silver weapons, but I haven't totally made up my mind. One thing I do know for sure is that they cannot walk during the day. Who ever decided they could wear sun block or something was stupid.
Q: So how is Sakura going to hide her vampire tendencies? I mean Syaoran is a day walker.
A: Syaoran works during the night though and sleeps during the day, for the most part. Sakura will manage to hide it… just wait and see.
Q: Are the other CCS characters going to make an appearance?
A: Very shortly, yes. I'm not telling you which ones are vampires and which ones are human though!
Q: What? You are going to make some other our favorites vampires?
A: Maybe, maybe not.
Q: So, did those two vampires turn Sakura?
A: No, Sakura was actually all ready a vampire before Syaoran saved her. Her hair covers her bite mark. That is why he didn't see any blond on her. But, anyways… I'm going to go to sleep. I feel terrible.
Q: We hope you feel better!
A: Yeah, me too. I hope you enjoy that fic.
I LOVE YOU CCS READERS! I'M NEVER LEAVING YOU EVER AGAIN!
