A/N: ...my first go at a vampire fic...I'm not expecting to succeed... TT.TT ...enjoy!xD
Suns Rising
Chapter One
"No he can't! HE CAN'T!"
Enrique Giancarlo-Tornatore stumbled as he raced through pristine white halls of the Hospital of Paris. His cousin who worked there as a nurse had called him immediately after they brought him in.
The paramedics said they found him in Luxembourg Park in shock. His body sported various deep and fatal wounds; the chances of survival were low.
"Oh please! Please let me see him!" the blonde pleaded most earnestly to the numerous staff who were bringing his best friend's body in the emergency room.
"We're extremely sorry sir, but Monsieur Les Desmond is in a very critical condition," an assistant surgeon calmly replied, despite her involvement with the general crowd who were fighting kidney and spleen to save the Frenchman's life. "Nurse please take Monsieur Giancarlo away!" The tone had risen to a shout.
"No please! I have to go see him! OLIVER!!"
The teen struggled valiantly with the nurse. Behind them, a couple of footfalls were growing louder and louder.
"We j-just heard," came Robert's voice.
"W-what the bloody h-hell h-happened?" added Johnny. The pair was panting, have run up the stairs instead of wait by the elevator.
Enrique freed himself from the nurse's slackened grip and broke down in the Scot's arms.
"I don't know!" he cried. "All they told me was that he was found in Luxembourg Park already wounded! No one knows what happened or how!"
"Well weren't there people in Luxembourg Park?!" the purple-haired man asked incredulously.
"Oh you know how Oliver trains!" the Italian retorted. "It just stupidly happened to be a stupid day without any stupid people in the stupid damn park!"
Johnny was pale, staggering from the with on the hysterical teen on top of him.
"Is he going to die?" was his quiet question.
The blonde, distressed and in tears, burst out, "Don't ask me that! I don't know! I really don't know!!" The force of his words was weakening. "We swore to protect each other with out lives...why this?"
The two elder aristocrats exchanged uneasy looks and tried their best to comfort the crying Italian.
After minutes that seemed like hours, the surgeon came out of the emergency room. Heavy stains on his scrub suit clearly displayed the extent of damage the patient held. With thoughtful, dejected mien, he approached the three waiting friends.
"L'monsieur has lost too much blood. It was rare and such could not be found immediately...I'm—"
The doctor's words were cut short at Johnny's gasp. Heads turned.
A stretcher bearing a human shaped lump covered by white sheets was being wheeled out of the ER. A pallid arm escaped its folds and limply subjected to gravity. On the back of it's hand was the week-old burn Oliver had gotten while he was preparing dinner in the German's mansion.
Enrique keened.
His gut-wrenching scream of anguish, like one witnessing the fall of pure grace, rang out through the entire hospital, jerking tears into its staff and their patients.
He collapsed on the floor, bringing Johnny and Robert with him. Words were stunned out of them.
The surgeon hung his head and went to a nurse behind the floor's help desk. With heavy heart, he instructed her to declare the Les Desmond heir, the pride and joy of Paris, dead.
An investigation of the greenette's scandalous passing was soon made. But nothing had been found and the case was hurriedly dismissed after a week. The rich trio took it upon themselves and did searching of their own with a passionate vengeance.
Finding any lead proved an extremely difficult task.
TBC
A/N: This first chap is a bit confusing, if you've got any queries just ask in a PM or review!! ...enjoy!xD and ciAo...