A/N:
Just a (kind of) shortie... was kinda planning on making the second chapter a lemon maybe, but idk. Anyhow. I don't own the characters, or Blood Lad, which they are from. I have no idea who the mangaka is, I really don't know imfamous ones like that. o.O Or perhaps it's a manga I just started reading so I don't know the mangaka very well... but either way, I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THIS FANFIC!.. Oh, and I wrote this kinda intoxicated, DON'T MIND ME I JUST NEEDED SOME VAMPIREXVAMPIRE OR VAMPIREXGHOST SO DEAL WITH IT... Wait! IT'S BOTH. And fuuuuuuuck, this isn't short, what was I thinking? x-x
Today I hoped would be normal, just pass on right by with territory crashes getting their asses kicked, but the moment I woke up in the middle of the night I knew something was wrong. Perhaps it was becaused I downed multiple beers last night, or the food I ate maybe some part was bad, I couldn't process it quickly. The only thing I could focus on was the blinding pain coming from within my body, in my lungs, my throat, my heart and even my veins.
Those parts only felt extremely hot, however it was my fangs that drove me to near-insanity. I held my hand over my mouth to silence my pained screams. The shiny, white teeth ached like getting a cavity. However, I know vampires don't get cavities, so it kept running on my mind. What is wrong with me? The secretion from my fangs kept leaking out of my mouth, running down my lips and eventually my chin, falling on the pink bedsheets I was curled up in.
The searing pain in my fangs grew worse, and my body began to feel worse. Is this what it feels like to completely, and indulge in the need for human blood? No. It was something different. A small thought crossed my mind, and I realized Braz might be able to help. He was a pro at crazy experiments, I knew that for a fact. All I needed now was probably 'Yo bro I need some super painkillers my fangs and my insides seem to be on fire and hurt like a mother fucking bitch' is what I would say. But no, I stayed in my bed, screaming in pain, muffled by my hand.
Eventually the pain in my throat caused me to stop my somewhat silent screaming, and gag. I held my throat somewhat gently, groaning as my cool hands touched the burning part of my neck. A small whimper left me, and I noticed as the warm fat tears began to stream from my eyes.
Again. What is wrong with me?
I eventually had gotten exhausted and fell into a faint, dreamless sleep. It wasn't until the barely warm sunlight of the Demon World touched my eyes did I snap them open. However, I noticed I didn't have control over my own body. I slowly got up, fangs bared. A deep, feral growl left my throat and I winced at the vibrations of the sound.
I was soaking wet from the secretions coming from my fangs. It seems they leaked even more during my sleep, and once I managed to snap out of the slightly feral state did I cover my mouth.
Fuyumi came out of the bath wearing her normal school uniform, and tilted her head at me. I looked up with a slightly apologetic expression and uncovered my mouth. I internally cursed myself for the way my voice sounded.
So strained, and scratchy.
"S-sorry, Had a... rough.. Don't know. Think I caught a cold... maybe."
The words were painfully choked out as the heat in my throat flared up again. I held a hand against my throat again, sighing barely as the coolness of my hand soothed it only slightly. I looked up again at Fuyumi, who had a determined look on her face.
"Staz-san! You should stay in bed today if you're sick! One of the best ways to get better is to sleep!" A embarrassed blush coated her face, and I grunted in response, however winced when the vibration of the noise reached my throat. Fuyumi suddenly looked concerned again as she walked towards me.
"Staz-san, you look absolutely horrible. Are you okay?" I wanted to answer her with a lie, something to make her feel better. However, the truth slipped from my lips again in that small, pained voice.
"I honestly don't know." I drawled out slowly, trying to keep the pain minimal. Fuyumi decided to feel my forehead, and quickly withdrew her hand as smoke came from it. My flesh was burning due to her barely even noticable warmth.
I slowly opened my mouth, spitting out all the liquids continously dripping from my fangs. Fuyumi looked alarmed, and backed up. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, making her freeze and staring at me nervously.
Yes, something is wrong with me. I would never stare at a girl with such lonely, desperate eyes and beg her to stay with me.
"F...Fuyumi... stay... pl-please..." I choked the words out like they tasted horribly, and felt as if the air was strangling me. Fuyumi blinked slowly, and had a only somewhat scared look on her face. She walked closer to me, and ordered me to lie down. I did as she asked, and once my head hit the pillow...
I had never felt dizzier in my entire life. I didn't even notice as Fuyumi climbed ontop of me, her small, fragile hands reaching for my neck. I didn't even notice as she began to massage the swollen, irritated flesh.
A small sigh left my mouth, and I relaxed into her touch... However, the pain from my fangs decided to skyrocket and the pain within my body- it decided to do the same. I'm aching for something.
And it can't possibly be Fuyumi, since if it was, it would make me want her so badly. No, I don't even know what I want. However, the soothing touch of the ghost began to lull me to sleep, and she was so determined to stay and make my pain go away that neither of us noticing the phone ringing over and over...
Liz clenched the phone tightly, annoyed that Staz didn't answer any of the times she called. Braz wanted to see Staz and discuss about something- most likely a experiement Liz knew she could never get in the way of. Knowing her uselessness brought tears to the young vampire's eyes. Slamming the phone down, she crushed it under her foot.
Not noticing Braz standing in the doorway watching with very little interest, Liz huffed and walked away from the phone towards the couch. Braz stepped into the room, walking silently over to Liz.
Liz sat on the couch and pouted, staring at a book on the coffee table. She furrowed her small red eyebrows, knowing it was most likely a book she couldn't read since Braz had written it and had it in that undecipherable code again. Crossing her arms, Liz slowly melted mentally as Braz began stroking her hair to cool her temper.
'Why do I do all these favors for him?! It's just as Staz said, we're both neglected by him. He never goes to see me, never remembers what I like and dislike, and only uses me to buy time for his mad experiments. Can't he see how much I suffer from this?' Liz nearly began to cry from her thoughts, not even noticing as the cool fingers of Braz wiped her tears away.
He understood deep inside, that both of his siblings felt horrid. Neglection, experimentation, and locking away their powers. Using them as bodyguards. He knew what he was doing was wrong, however it brought no emotion from him. He had no need for such trivial things.
Him and his experiments were just fine. Liz's feelings were not. The redheaded vampire began to break down, crying louder as Braz picked her up. Braz easily jumped over the couch and landed on it, sitting down. Hugging Liz closer to him, his expression remained completely fazed as he comforted Liz.
Soaking Braz's shirt with tears, Liz's loud cries ceased from noise to just tears flowing down her face and choked breaths. Slowly, her crying ceased completely as she just shook slightly as Braz continued to pet her hair.
'Pet. I must be a pet. I may be young, a Prison Warden, and more useful, yet I still am not an equal. What do I have to do? It must be since I'm so easy to crying. Maybe I'll change.' Liz pouted again, and hugged Braz tighter.
For hours they stayed like this. Small talk was occassionally given out, but usually ended quickly. Eventually, Liz could feel herself getting hungry. However, food didn't matter right now. She was finally getting attention. Why give it up? That slow, soothing heartbeat could quickly put her to sleep.
At least he felt slightly warm compared to the frozen block of ice which everyone called a 'heart'. Liz's eyelids began to feel heavy, and as Braz curled around her protectively, she finally knew.
She did mean something, didn't he? So he's not as stupid and dense as she believed. It's nice when someone understands her feelings. However, ringing from Braz's cellphone broke her out of her half-asleep state.
Internally wincing as Braz unwrapped one of his arms from around her to reach into his pocket, pulling out the loud cellphone. He looked slightly intrigued as he stared at the caller ID, then answering the phone as he brought it to his ear.
Liz could hear Fuyumi's voice from the other end of the line, panicing. Liz could bits and pieces about Staz, making her expression darker. However, when she heard Fuyumi speak out something important, her eyes widened.
"He hasn't moved all day, his fangs keep like, watering! And he's super hot! When he spoke this morning he sounded like he was in pain, and if I remember correctly he screamed a few times last night!" Braz blinked slowly, processing the information. He sighed, petting Liz again, making all of her anxieties melt away once more.
"Alright, I can come over there and give him some medicine, I suppose." Braz's voice had a slight edge to it that Liz could not reconize. This struck some fear into her, as she looked up noticing a slightly concerned expression on his face.
'If something ever happened to me, would he ever be worried like that?' Darkening thoughts entered Liz's mind once more, her eyes widening in the fear seeming to drip from her mind and her heart. She could feel that strange little emotion again.
Although she'd never been abandoned, she's felt like ever since Braz began his insane experiments. Never, once he ever noticed her. She could be standing in the doorway, watching him work and test things. Hell, despite mostly hating Staz, he offered everything he had to her. What had Braz given her? A few 'good girl's and absolutely nothing else. The sting in her heart got worse as she creeped away from Braz, picking up her axe.
In a small, lonely voice, she spoke a few words then left. "I'm going to go play with the zombies." Braz hummed in acknowledgement, making Liz want to leave even more. Even as she trudged through the dirt to find a good area to send herself down to the zombies, she felt accustomed to just running.
Her walking soon turned into a jog, which transformed into a full on-sprint. She wanted to escape. He most likely wouldn't even notice her leaving. How could he? She's not a equal. She's barely even his sister, although they're related by blood, she feels like nothing.
'I am nothing to you. I could stand in front of you with a silver axe against my neck, and you wouldn't care. Would you even do anything if I died?' Just as the thought crossed Liz's mind, she reached the Acroplis police. She asked for a ticket to return, and as the ticket reached her fingers, she turned and jumped off of the Acroplis.
Falling down to the lower Demon World, Liz screamed as her heart hurt even more. She held her blue stuffed animal closely to her chest, remembering who bought it for her. Although she felt accustomed to hating Staz, he's done more for her then Braz ever has.
Why can't he see her? Is she invisible? No, right now Braz shouldn't matter. Staz is in pain, something's wrong with him. The one person in her life other then her parents and Fuyumi that ever paid attention to her.
'Is this what caring for someone feels like?' Those words entered Liz's mind the moment she collided with the Demon World ground.
Braz stepped off his transport to the lower Demon World, looking around at all the uncouth and low-life demons. A small frown etched onto his face as he saw Staz's apartment in the distance, demons gathered around it ready to kill the boss since word somehow got out he's sick. Braz however, noticed this a dark smile twisted into form on his face.
'So, that's how they play it? Very well. I'll show them how it is to draw a Vampire out of hiding;' Braz bit his wrist, grimacing as the crimson liquid stained his white cuffs. However, this displeasure was soon broken as he noticed something flying towards him.
Removing his fangs from his wrist, he jumped out of the way as Staz collided with the pavement. His eyes had rolled to the back of his head, and just as Fuyumi had said; Staz's fangs continued to drip with paralytic poison.
Braz's smile widened, as he flicked the leftover blood from the bite on wrist onto the ground, making Staz bare his fangs and growl lowly. However, it was at this moment that Staz was crushed by something falling from above.
"L-Liz...? What... are you doing here?" Braz questioned, shocked. Liz simply jumped away from the unconcious Staz and walked away. "I'm going to explore." She said boredly, making her disinterest in Braz quite clear. This earned a few 'oohs' from the crowd, who were watching intently.
Liz walked away, down alleys into another section of the territory near The Third Eye Cafe, where she knew there'd be some good food. Braz stared curiously, watching as Liz faded away into the distance. Just as he was about to return his attention to Staz, a low feral growl came from said vampire.
Braz pushed up his glasses, staring at the insane vampire. His eyes were glowing red, and his fangs seemed to have grown slightly. The poison dripping from Staz's fangs had picked up pace; As if finding Braz made them work even more.
"At this point, you'll most likely die soon. You can't keep your promise to dear little Fuyumi then, can you?" Braz spoke it tiredly, dodging as Staz lunged for him.
Staz seemed to have gained speed since the last time they met, as he ran across a wall, grabbing Braz by the wrist and throwing him through many buildings.
Braz chuckled as he seemed to be in a dark alleyway, far away from any demons at the moment. However, his amusement was short lived as Staz jumped down from the roof, which was thirteen stories up. Staz however, fell to his knees as his eyes stopped glowing.
There it was, that small voice, so frail, fragile, broken. "Help... me... onii-chan.." Staz didn't care he didn't talk to his brother like he was trash, he didn't care he was begging, he wanted it to stop.
"I... can't... control... me." Staz grasped at his throat again, his pupils dialating. "Something... burns. And my fangs... feel like I have a thousand cavaties... And just dipped them in sugar to add... to the pain." Staz was out of breath by the time he finished speaking, the poison dripping from the side of his mouth.
Braz observed carefully, and then pulled his overcoat down, along with the collar of his neat white shirt. Staz stared hungrily, not noticing how the poison leaking from his fangs seemed to simply turn into saliva, and he didn't notice how he was crawling towards his brother.
"Come on, don't be so shy~" Staz grabbed at Braz's collar, feeling weaker by the moment, just as he was about to pull himself closer, he lost all of his strength. He felt his heart beating in his ears, his head pounding as he slumped down on the ground, near Braz's feet.
Braz tilted his head, and grabbed Staz's hand which was very weakly clutching onto his shirt. Slowly pulling Staz closer, he took careful observation as the younger vampire seemed to drift away mentally once he got near him.
"It... makes me... sleepy. Liz was right... Your heartbeat does make... people sleepy.." Braz dragged his nails at his chest, over the spot where his heart was located. He slowly dragged his fingers over to Staz, and then used his fingers to push him closer.
Hugging the smaller's body, Braz relaxed as he felt Staz's breath near his exposed shoulder, causing goosebumps as the heated saliva dripped onto his neck. Staz somehow gained some maryouku, and used the little bit left to forcefully move his body.
He wrapped his arms around Braz, and bit his fangs into the pearly white shoulder. Braz moaned audibly as the secretion from his fangs somehow entered the bite, causing Staz to shiver.
Once the blood began to flow from the bite, Staz took a testing lick of the crimson substance, blushing at the irritably sweet, delicious taste. He bit down deeper, moaning onto Braz's shoulder as the sweet liquid went down his throat.
'The burning's gone...' Staz seemed to take notice at this, however completely unaware of his brother's reaction to all of this. However, he seemed to only hunger for more, so he continued to greedily suck the blood oozing from the small bite mark.
Braz could feel his mind clouding over as Staz's saliva somehow mixed into his bloodstream, dulling all of his thought processes. 'Tsk tsk, look what you went ahead and did.' Braz let out a high pitched moan as Staz bit down onto his shoulder deeper, the ecstasy spreading to all the parts of his body.
He began to pant as he could himself heating up, the sweat dripping from his body, and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. 'If I were a werewolf I'd have my tongue sticking out of my mouth.' He wanted to think, tell Staz to stop, but his instincts and body thought something else.
Staz hummed as Braz tilted his head to give him access to his neck, so he dragged his lips up to the place with the best pulse, not noticing how the other's breath hitched. Biting into the seemingly delicate flesh, he moaned into the even better taste.
The vibrations on Braz's neck after Staz's moan caused him to let out a huff, then go back to panting as he began to feel weaker by the moment. Steadying himself against the wall, he unintentionall grinded his hips, annoyed by the uncomfortable heat.
Staz however, responded to this by sitting on his lap, and leaving little bites all over the exposed area of his neck. Just as Braz wanted more, Staz stopped, and blinked awkwardly.
"Why are we covered in blood?"
...
"Good question, could you remove your fangs from my neck?"
"Sur-... Wait. What the fuck am I doing here?"
" 'Beats me' I think would work for this situation."
Staz crawled away from Braz, and shakily stood on his feet. Tugging at his collar, staring at the front of his WHITE shirt that is covered in the dark blood.
Braz however, relaxed against the wall, exhausted from losing so much blood. He could feel little bits of Staz's saliva still flowing through his veins, making his mind even hazier as he whimpered. Staz looked away from his shirt and towards him, finally noticing how Braz was.
A panting, whimpering, sweaty, and heated mess. Staz's eyes widened as he continued to stare, then shake his head repeating different words for 'no'. Staz didn't notice as Braz tried to stand up, gripping onto the wall for support. He was busy denying to himself that he sucked Braz's blood.
"Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew! How could I do such a thing?! You manipulated me, didn't you?!" Staz pointed an accusing finger at Braz, who gave a chilling dark glare.
"Actually, I did not manipulate you. In fact, the moment I arrived in the Lower Demon World after getting a phone call from Fuyumi you jumped out of your apartment window, landing on the ground below right in front of me. That is, before Liz crushed you then wandered off."
Staz backed up slightly, the occurances of last night and today returning to him. "Please tell me there's no consequences- I so do not fucking want to deal with anything anymore!" Staz exclaimed, clearly angered. At who, is the question.
"If you suppose, I'll let you off this time. However, there is a consequence neither of us can stop." Braz spoke tiredly, still holding his neck discreetly trying to hide the fact one of the bites on his neck, where the pulse is the strongest is not completely healing, instead leaving a scar.
Staz narrowed his eyes, and glared at Braz's neck. "What's wrong?" He asked boredly, not really wanting to know. However, a shiver crawled up his spine as Braz smiled darkly, removing the hand from his neck.
Staz's eyes widened as it locked onto the bite impression still on his brother's neck. "Wh-why... Why isn't it healing?" Braz ran his finger across the bite, his voice gaining a sing-song tone to it.
"Once you have just a little taste, you'll always come back for more~ And once you bite another vampire, you're both stuck together in this bite-me, no, bite-me relationship~ The cravings are worse then wanting a human virgin~"
Staz screamed, and backed away more. "No, no no no no! That thing about what happens when a vampire bites another vampire can't be truth, can it?!" Braz gave a dark, toothy sneer.
"Of course it is, you don't think we'd lie, do you?" This sentence echoed in Staz's head as he continued to back away, and then once he was far away enough, he turned around and bolted. Braz sighed as he was left alone in the dark alleyway, mentally complaining as one of his favorite shirts had been stained with his own blood.
'You can never hide from me now.' He chuckled darkly and fiddled with his tie, thinking of all the possibilities since he can now easily track Staz. All the experiments he could use him for, all the dangerous outcomes he could use him for. The perfect pawn.
I continued to run, trying to get away from Braz as much as possible. My entire body is shaking, something similar to terror seemed to have struck my core and has caused me to trip multiple times while running. I can feel the after effects already. My stomach feels incredibly warm, the vampire blood like strong alcohol to me. Just as it seemed to get even more potent, I was lucky enough to stumble into The Third Eye Cafe making Mame screech as I fell to the ground, drunk on the blood of my brother.
This can't be happening. No, this can't be happening to me. Staz Charlie Blood, who imprinted on his own brother, and now chained by an invisible and metaphorical leash to him. Forever. And ever. Nope. I refuse to accept it, even as Fuyumi walked over to me, shaking me. Nothing mattered now. Why? I fucked up. Seriously, fucked up. I didn't think it'd happen so soon, when vampires suddenly get this horny desire to mark 'their territory' so to speak. By biting another vampire.
I claimed him, didn't I? What good is he? Absolutely none. So I'll just ignore the world and groan slightly in pain although it seemed to be dulled greatly, thanks to being drunk.
"Nngh, don't touch me." Staz groaned out, feeling sick, however in a different way then last time. Fuyumi, in a worried panic, pulled his head onto her lap, earned a tired huff from him. She poked and prodded at him, trying to get some kind of response. Just as she was about to poke his face, she noticed the blood staining most of his shirt.
"St-St-... Staz-san! Your shirt is covered in blood! Are you okay?!" Fuyumi exclaimed -albiet quietly- making Staz adjust slightly.
"My body's perfectly fine. I think I fucked up my mind, though." Staz pointed a finger to his head, making the imfamous Youko Kurama 'Bang!' Motion. Fuyumi blinked nervously, and seemed to shudder a little as Liz walked over.
Staz instantly stiffened, completely frozen as he stared at Liz. "H-H-Hi L-L-Li-Liz." He stuttered out, watching, terrified as Liz removed her mask. Liz was glaring darkly at Staz, and she lifted her nose slightly.
"What did you do to nii-sama?" Staz breathed out in relief, thinking she was going to beat the shit out of him. "Nothin', just a little meet and greet." He was glad Liz didn't notice the fact he seemed so exhausted, but his body was actually writhing in drunken pleasure. Staz breathed out slowly, disliking the smell of the blood still in his mouth. Staz quickly closed his mouth and swallowed thickly.
"Yep, that's it. A meet and greet." Liz nodded, humming in thought. Fuyumi seemed slightly relieved Staz was acting normally. "So I take it Braz had something to get you to stop being crazy?" Staz's eyes widened and he stiffened again. He looked away from Fuyumi towards the door, mainly trying to get Liz out of his sight.
"Well duh, he is the crazy scientist of the demon world, remember?... 'Course he had something, you dimwits." Staz added the last part nervously after a few seconds of awkward silence, causing him to frown.
The rest of the day passed easy for everyone except Staz. He couldn't get the feeling out of his body; The warmth from the blood that was still being distributed through his system, and the hazy, drunken feeling clouding his head again. Thankful Fuyumi and Liz fall asleep really quickly, Staz poked his stomach and hissed at the sharp pain from the action.
"Ow..." He mumbled out quietly, and decided to not poke anything. However, he decided to change into his pajamas, and froze as he noticed his torso was slightly pink- as in, a lot. Quickly shrugging his red pajama shirt on, Staz sighed.
"Well, the rest of my life is going to be horrible. I'm the blood bank for a ghost, and now have to use someone... else as a personal blood bank for me since I was an idiot and didn't keep myself locked up." He whispered to himself, hugging his body to himself.
"I have to admit though, the feeling of the fangs... just tearing into that soft, white flesh..." Secretion began to drip from Staz's fangs as he thought harder, not noticing his body's uncouth reaction.
"Was so... delicious." Staz finally concluded after several minutes, adjusting uncomfortably and tracing some of his features while staring in the mirror. A sudden sharp pain that shot throughout his body made him stop his gawking at his own reflection.
"If it'd all stop hurting, that'd be wonderful.." He mumbled to himself, and gripped his shirt tightly. Turning his head, Staz stared at his empty bed. Slowly walking over to it, he let himself onto the bed, breathing in deeply at the soft cushiness of the bed. Not even bothering to cover himself with the blanket, Staz soon fell into a deep sleep.
'You can never hide from me now.'
A/N
Surprise, mutha fukas. Why do I have a feeling this is one of the longest Blood Lad fanfics? 'Cuz it is. At least in English. .3. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed~ Also, I of course will make more... if you R&R (On deviantart or ) and say I should. .3. I think I should. Cliffhangers are EVIL.