disclaimers: I do not own CLAMP characters. I just torture them. ^_^
warnings: OOC, AU, PWP, TWT, s x k (mainly), k x f, mentioned s x s (might change later.I haven't really planned this out yet.)
notes: THANKS SO MUCH TO ALL THOSE WHO HELPED ME IN THE REVIEWS!!!!!
die, die gekennzeichnet worden sind
(roughly translated: those who have been marked)
by: yakusoku
prelude-Fesseln des Blutes (roughly translated: bondage of blood)
It had been a considerably cold night near the end of a particularly snowy winter, but the frostiness and biting wind had long ago ceased to bother him in his physically reinforced and strengthened body. His blood no longer flowed freely and warmly throughout his veins; any blood his body might contain have been obtained through feasting on living human beings as meals in substitute of the diet of people. He was what the mortal, weaker side of the mirror reflection of the species homo sapien called.a "vampire", a fearsome creature of superhuman, abnormal abilities and strength, a flawless hunter and murderer. But he had been once human.even if the long time while has drifted pass him had made him feel utterly like an entirely different category of organism from those pathetic figures called humans. And being of human genesis and characteristics, he undoubtedly still has some of the personalities and interest of the human being, however twisted and sadistic have become the original intentions.
An immortal being but with a seemingly always insatiable appetite for some bittersweet, metallic fresh blood, his instincts forced him to go out into that cold night in search of prey and food. Already he could feel the loss of concentration and with it draining strength, and disadvantages are intolerable to him; weakness would ensure death, and his will to survive far outweighs his desire to perish from the face of the planet, even if life can sometimes be lonely.
Unknowingly, he had arrived near a house in the middle of a flurry of snow in a field that could obviously be recognized as a farm; his body had followed his nose and had merely traveled to a source of nourishing of blood. Lighted and seemingly comfortable and merry, his acute hearing detected five human voices: two distinct male, two distinct female, and the last other a mixture of both genders' qualities.how odd to have such a combination.
He waited until all the lights within the house had been extinguished to a dim whisperings of illumination; the time to strike would be when all were asleep or entirely too tired to offer much resistance. Walking cautiously through the white, innocent flakes of fallen snow, he couldn't help but notice a distinct wave of a stimulating, deliciously numbing aroma.it wasn't fear.but curiosity.and pure innocence.almost as if someone was expecting him in that residence that night. Before he knew it, he stood peering fully into a fogged window, and the image he saw arose something hot and pulsing and bubbling inside of him.lust and desire, both physically and mentally.
Sitting on the bed, his slender legs dangling over the side, his small hands pressing against the edge of the mattress, was a lovely boy barely 8 years of age. Silky, black, tousled hair that fell gracefully into a pair of bottomless twin pools of captivating amethyst eyes, followed by a straight, perfect nose and petal-soft, gorgeous red lips. Enchanting features, and also a sense of mysterious abilities and powers, adorned this entity of a boy.
Pushing back the windows and stepping quietly in, the moonlight at his back making him have the profile of a fallen angel, his movements were carefully followed and observed by a pair of curious, shy eyes. His gaze was equally intense but oddly amused when he met the boy's searching one, and slowly, he approached the lithe, delicate, fragile figure, who remained unaware of the dangers this man, this stranger violating the privacy of his room, presented. Applying very little pressure, he gently pushed the boy onto the bed with one of his hands on the boy's thin chest, covering the area over where his beating heart resided. One pale, milky-white hand moved to cover his own and heat met cold in a delicious shudder; simultaneously, uncomprehending amethyst met predatory amber in a curious exchange of silent glances. He bent down and kissed the boy, a mere soft brush of lips against lips, soft and gentle and not rushing or pushing against anything, and both subconsciously savored the sweet moment and engrained it within their memories. But that was where the tenderness ended to be replaced by pain and terrible fear. Removing his lips from the boy's mouth, he licked his way down a pounding vein in the boy's neck, noting with absentmindedness of the soft flutter the pattern of the heartbeats seem to follow. Deciding to hold back his emergent hunger for blood, he instead gently caressed one of the boy's small, pale hands in his own, ravishing in the softness and smoothness of the skin. In one quick flash, just as he bent down once more to capture the boy's petal-soft lips with his own, he retrieved a knife with his free hand from a pocket designed into his makeshift cloak, and quickly pierced it through the child's caught hand, eliciting a muffled cry of pain from the body under him. He smirked into the tainted kiss as crystalline tears slipped gracefully down the boy's alabaster cheeks, and took the opportunity of the boy's vulnerability to pry those submissive lips open. Ignoring the chocked gasp of surprise, he immediately slipped his tongue into the boy's virgin mouth, purging it of its innocence, gorging himself on the incredible and delicious taste of the other. Letting the precious crimson liquid be wasted on the stained white sheets and pillows, he stabbed the blade through the other palm of the boy's hand, extracting another muffled whimper of pain, reveling in the other's glorious physical hurting. Noticing that the child was lacking oxygen, he finally released his grasp on the boy's lips and watched fascinated and satisfied as his prey gasped, his chest rising and dropping in uncontrolled rhythm.
".mine."
He once again licked down the boy's throat, marked hands forgotten for the moment as he filled his lungs full of the wonderful smell of his little toy, indulging himself on the taste of unmarred skin. Reaching the base of the neck at the junction between neck and shoulder, he could no longer maintain his control over his desires, and sank his canine teeth into that delectable neck, the sweet scream of pain echoing in his ears. The nectar of blood entered his mouth and he sucked greedily, drinking to his body's contentment, gorging himself to his heart's desire. He noticed the rapidly dropping temperature of the boy's body as he lost tremendous amounts of blood, but he simply couldn't detach himself, couldn't stop himself from draining the boy of his intoxicating and addictive blood, couldn't find the strength to discontinue licking the boy's punctured flesh for more blood.
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grasped him by the side of his head and pulled with a tremendous force, the unexpected action rendering him unable to prevent it beforehand and knocking him to the ground. He growled in annoyance and looked up, only to be met with an equally furious and fearless pair of hardened amethyst, boring into his own amber eyes with an intensity and ferocity he had yet to witness. Standing up nonchalantly, as if he was merely interrupted by some mere trifle of distraction, he smirked possessively and amusedly at the little boy that was held protectively in a woman's bosom. The boy's beautiful liquid-lavender eyes, now hazy and with a glazed look filming over those gorgeous orbs, gazed uncomprehending at him, the numbness and coldness slowly propelling his body towards black, blissful unconsciousness.
"Get away from my son, you bastard!" yelled the man, the angry shout brining him out of his appreciation of the boy's innocent exquisiteness and fragileness.
"He's mine now, human," replied the vampire coolly, baring his fangs to the human to show his potential threat and danger.
"Not on my life he isn't!!!" retorted the father to his claim, the derogatory remarks and nonchalance the creature stated fueling his courage and rage even more.
In a flash, the man charged towards the vampire in a mad rush, the silver of the blade he held only serving to sharpen the latter's senses and increase the other's defenses more as it flashed brilliantly from reflecting the moonlight pouring into the room. He quickly and expertly brought his blade down on the vampire, but to his dismay, the latter merely sidestepped and ducked his attack, and as quick as lightning, grabbed him by the arm. Before he could even think or notice the attack, the vampire cut off the hand holding the sword with his own bloodstained dagger, and proceeded to thrust the sword into the latter's skull before the other had a chance to prevent it. The lifeless human, having his brain pierced through deeply and having blood and gray matter splattering from his wound, gave a sickening squash and thump as it stunk seemingly boneless to the ground, the blood immediately staining the skin. A cry of anguish and fear rang throughout the room, but the vampire ignored it to dislodge his prized knife from the pulp of head after he stepped on it, having crushed down on the meagerly defended skull and caused it to crunch with a horrible snap. Turning around leisurely, his grin widened as he saw the frightened mother pick up her half-dead child into her arms and turn towards the door, hoping to escape before the vampire noticed her motives. Tears stained her cheeks, but the courage and determination suddenly burned in her brown eyes as she realized that she had no choice but to die if it meant giving her delicate and frail child a chance to live.
With a cry of resolution, she placed the child down on the floor and attacked the lethal opponent, first rushing to her dead husband's side and bending down swiftly and gracefully to retrieve the fallen weapon that laid neglected in the blossoming blood. In a moment she was upon her enemy, charging with such amazing, deadly force and precise accuracy that the vampire couldn't help but be surprised at her wondrous and professional skills and abilities at physical combat. But the game of ducking soon became a bore to him, and with no mercy shining in his cruel and murderous eyes, his hands lashed out to twist her neck and head in opposite directions as they latched onto her head, efficiently snapping her spinal cord and causing her to be dead a moment later. Carefully, he placed the corpse of the mother by the father, in a gesture almost as if he wished for their happiness after death. But the moment ended soon, and he turned to smile sensually at his vulnerable prey.
In three quick strides, he crossed the length of the tainted room and knelt soundlessly in front of the whimpering boy. Gray and black shadows loomed in front of his eyes as his mind slowly faded into sleep and dreams, and hot liquids burned at the rim of his eyes and also on his cheeks, some of the tears having spilt in streams across his pale skin. The violent deaths of his parents.his beloved parents.
"Because of your parents, little one, you get to live longer.I'll be back for you as you reach the age of 16.then I'll claim you as my own. For now, I'll watch you, and the marks you will have on your body with serve as a reminder to all those who dared touch you and steal away your heart that I am the true owner of you." The vampire leaned in and nibbled gently on the bottom of the boy's earlobe, extracting a soft moan. Suddenly, blinding, excruciating needle-like pain exploded throughout his body as he felt a bone-deep ache spread from his center, mixed in with a soreness of muscle and alternating flashes of numbing coldness and unbearable heat. Elegant, random patterns adorned his skin a moment later, tracing the finer expanses of his back, arms, and chest with its crimson lines, marking the dominance and control the vampire had over him, establishing forever the unbreakable bond and connection between predator and prey. He uttered a soft cry of pain before his pain-clouded eyes closed, his body having been too assaulted with pain. One last brush of lips against lips, and suddenly the door flew open to reveal two stunned children staring in at the atrocious sight of the bloodied carcasses of their dead parents.
Ignoring the two children who now rushed towards him to get their younger brother out to safety, he raised his aura to create a barrier around himself and the pale, porcelain doll, preventing the others from reaching him before he was done with his little toy. He leaned once more towards the shell-like ear of the boy and whispered softly into it, the hot breath washing over the cooled skin sending sensations to travel through the latter's body and causing him to involuntarily shiver. "Forget tonight. Forget your parents. Forget me. I'll come back for you in 8 years. Until then, live, even if your body is frail and your heart feeble. You will remember nothing of this until that time of freedom is spent. Good bye, my beautiful little puppet." With those hushed sentences spoken, he stood up and glanced at the appalled and disgusted children before leaving the room in a flash of dark shadow.
He would be back for his little possession.
End Prelude. Continue? Y/N _____
Author : You better review! I love this fic and I intend to finish it. But lack of reviews could mean that I would work on it but not post it. ^_^ I'm evil like that.
Setsuna : Reviews to tell Author whether Author should continue or not.
Shinji : Although we'll be forcing Author to finish anyways.
Ken'ichi : But that doesn't necessarily mean that we can Author to post them.
Ai, Yuichi, Makoto, and Hisoka : *sweatdrop*
Author : Ignore my three pompous muses (*pats the rest four on the head for their support and kindness*) and review. Thanks for them. ^_^
warnings: OOC, AU, PWP, TWT, s x k (mainly), k x f, mentioned s x s (might change later.I haven't really planned this out yet.)
notes: THANKS SO MUCH TO ALL THOSE WHO HELPED ME IN THE REVIEWS!!!!!
die, die gekennzeichnet worden sind
(roughly translated: those who have been marked)
by: yakusoku
prelude-Fesseln des Blutes (roughly translated: bondage of blood)
It had been a considerably cold night near the end of a particularly snowy winter, but the frostiness and biting wind had long ago ceased to bother him in his physically reinforced and strengthened body. His blood no longer flowed freely and warmly throughout his veins; any blood his body might contain have been obtained through feasting on living human beings as meals in substitute of the diet of people. He was what the mortal, weaker side of the mirror reflection of the species homo sapien called.a "vampire", a fearsome creature of superhuman, abnormal abilities and strength, a flawless hunter and murderer. But he had been once human.even if the long time while has drifted pass him had made him feel utterly like an entirely different category of organism from those pathetic figures called humans. And being of human genesis and characteristics, he undoubtedly still has some of the personalities and interest of the human being, however twisted and sadistic have become the original intentions.
An immortal being but with a seemingly always insatiable appetite for some bittersweet, metallic fresh blood, his instincts forced him to go out into that cold night in search of prey and food. Already he could feel the loss of concentration and with it draining strength, and disadvantages are intolerable to him; weakness would ensure death, and his will to survive far outweighs his desire to perish from the face of the planet, even if life can sometimes be lonely.
Unknowingly, he had arrived near a house in the middle of a flurry of snow in a field that could obviously be recognized as a farm; his body had followed his nose and had merely traveled to a source of nourishing of blood. Lighted and seemingly comfortable and merry, his acute hearing detected five human voices: two distinct male, two distinct female, and the last other a mixture of both genders' qualities.how odd to have such a combination.
He waited until all the lights within the house had been extinguished to a dim whisperings of illumination; the time to strike would be when all were asleep or entirely too tired to offer much resistance. Walking cautiously through the white, innocent flakes of fallen snow, he couldn't help but notice a distinct wave of a stimulating, deliciously numbing aroma.it wasn't fear.but curiosity.and pure innocence.almost as if someone was expecting him in that residence that night. Before he knew it, he stood peering fully into a fogged window, and the image he saw arose something hot and pulsing and bubbling inside of him.lust and desire, both physically and mentally.
Sitting on the bed, his slender legs dangling over the side, his small hands pressing against the edge of the mattress, was a lovely boy barely 8 years of age. Silky, black, tousled hair that fell gracefully into a pair of bottomless twin pools of captivating amethyst eyes, followed by a straight, perfect nose and petal-soft, gorgeous red lips. Enchanting features, and also a sense of mysterious abilities and powers, adorned this entity of a boy.
Pushing back the windows and stepping quietly in, the moonlight at his back making him have the profile of a fallen angel, his movements were carefully followed and observed by a pair of curious, shy eyes. His gaze was equally intense but oddly amused when he met the boy's searching one, and slowly, he approached the lithe, delicate, fragile figure, who remained unaware of the dangers this man, this stranger violating the privacy of his room, presented. Applying very little pressure, he gently pushed the boy onto the bed with one of his hands on the boy's thin chest, covering the area over where his beating heart resided. One pale, milky-white hand moved to cover his own and heat met cold in a delicious shudder; simultaneously, uncomprehending amethyst met predatory amber in a curious exchange of silent glances. He bent down and kissed the boy, a mere soft brush of lips against lips, soft and gentle and not rushing or pushing against anything, and both subconsciously savored the sweet moment and engrained it within their memories. But that was where the tenderness ended to be replaced by pain and terrible fear. Removing his lips from the boy's mouth, he licked his way down a pounding vein in the boy's neck, noting with absentmindedness of the soft flutter the pattern of the heartbeats seem to follow. Deciding to hold back his emergent hunger for blood, he instead gently caressed one of the boy's small, pale hands in his own, ravishing in the softness and smoothness of the skin. In one quick flash, just as he bent down once more to capture the boy's petal-soft lips with his own, he retrieved a knife with his free hand from a pocket designed into his makeshift cloak, and quickly pierced it through the child's caught hand, eliciting a muffled cry of pain from the body under him. He smirked into the tainted kiss as crystalline tears slipped gracefully down the boy's alabaster cheeks, and took the opportunity of the boy's vulnerability to pry those submissive lips open. Ignoring the chocked gasp of surprise, he immediately slipped his tongue into the boy's virgin mouth, purging it of its innocence, gorging himself on the incredible and delicious taste of the other. Letting the precious crimson liquid be wasted on the stained white sheets and pillows, he stabbed the blade through the other palm of the boy's hand, extracting another muffled whimper of pain, reveling in the other's glorious physical hurting. Noticing that the child was lacking oxygen, he finally released his grasp on the boy's lips and watched fascinated and satisfied as his prey gasped, his chest rising and dropping in uncontrolled rhythm.
".mine."
He once again licked down the boy's throat, marked hands forgotten for the moment as he filled his lungs full of the wonderful smell of his little toy, indulging himself on the taste of unmarred skin. Reaching the base of the neck at the junction between neck and shoulder, he could no longer maintain his control over his desires, and sank his canine teeth into that delectable neck, the sweet scream of pain echoing in his ears. The nectar of blood entered his mouth and he sucked greedily, drinking to his body's contentment, gorging himself to his heart's desire. He noticed the rapidly dropping temperature of the boy's body as he lost tremendous amounts of blood, but he simply couldn't detach himself, couldn't stop himself from draining the boy of his intoxicating and addictive blood, couldn't find the strength to discontinue licking the boy's punctured flesh for more blood.
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grasped him by the side of his head and pulled with a tremendous force, the unexpected action rendering him unable to prevent it beforehand and knocking him to the ground. He growled in annoyance and looked up, only to be met with an equally furious and fearless pair of hardened amethyst, boring into his own amber eyes with an intensity and ferocity he had yet to witness. Standing up nonchalantly, as if he was merely interrupted by some mere trifle of distraction, he smirked possessively and amusedly at the little boy that was held protectively in a woman's bosom. The boy's beautiful liquid-lavender eyes, now hazy and with a glazed look filming over those gorgeous orbs, gazed uncomprehending at him, the numbness and coldness slowly propelling his body towards black, blissful unconsciousness.
"Get away from my son, you bastard!" yelled the man, the angry shout brining him out of his appreciation of the boy's innocent exquisiteness and fragileness.
"He's mine now, human," replied the vampire coolly, baring his fangs to the human to show his potential threat and danger.
"Not on my life he isn't!!!" retorted the father to his claim, the derogatory remarks and nonchalance the creature stated fueling his courage and rage even more.
In a flash, the man charged towards the vampire in a mad rush, the silver of the blade he held only serving to sharpen the latter's senses and increase the other's defenses more as it flashed brilliantly from reflecting the moonlight pouring into the room. He quickly and expertly brought his blade down on the vampire, but to his dismay, the latter merely sidestepped and ducked his attack, and as quick as lightning, grabbed him by the arm. Before he could even think or notice the attack, the vampire cut off the hand holding the sword with his own bloodstained dagger, and proceeded to thrust the sword into the latter's skull before the other had a chance to prevent it. The lifeless human, having his brain pierced through deeply and having blood and gray matter splattering from his wound, gave a sickening squash and thump as it stunk seemingly boneless to the ground, the blood immediately staining the skin. A cry of anguish and fear rang throughout the room, but the vampire ignored it to dislodge his prized knife from the pulp of head after he stepped on it, having crushed down on the meagerly defended skull and caused it to crunch with a horrible snap. Turning around leisurely, his grin widened as he saw the frightened mother pick up her half-dead child into her arms and turn towards the door, hoping to escape before the vampire noticed her motives. Tears stained her cheeks, but the courage and determination suddenly burned in her brown eyes as she realized that she had no choice but to die if it meant giving her delicate and frail child a chance to live.
With a cry of resolution, she placed the child down on the floor and attacked the lethal opponent, first rushing to her dead husband's side and bending down swiftly and gracefully to retrieve the fallen weapon that laid neglected in the blossoming blood. In a moment she was upon her enemy, charging with such amazing, deadly force and precise accuracy that the vampire couldn't help but be surprised at her wondrous and professional skills and abilities at physical combat. But the game of ducking soon became a bore to him, and with no mercy shining in his cruel and murderous eyes, his hands lashed out to twist her neck and head in opposite directions as they latched onto her head, efficiently snapping her spinal cord and causing her to be dead a moment later. Carefully, he placed the corpse of the mother by the father, in a gesture almost as if he wished for their happiness after death. But the moment ended soon, and he turned to smile sensually at his vulnerable prey.
In three quick strides, he crossed the length of the tainted room and knelt soundlessly in front of the whimpering boy. Gray and black shadows loomed in front of his eyes as his mind slowly faded into sleep and dreams, and hot liquids burned at the rim of his eyes and also on his cheeks, some of the tears having spilt in streams across his pale skin. The violent deaths of his parents.his beloved parents.
"Because of your parents, little one, you get to live longer.I'll be back for you as you reach the age of 16.then I'll claim you as my own. For now, I'll watch you, and the marks you will have on your body with serve as a reminder to all those who dared touch you and steal away your heart that I am the true owner of you." The vampire leaned in and nibbled gently on the bottom of the boy's earlobe, extracting a soft moan. Suddenly, blinding, excruciating needle-like pain exploded throughout his body as he felt a bone-deep ache spread from his center, mixed in with a soreness of muscle and alternating flashes of numbing coldness and unbearable heat. Elegant, random patterns adorned his skin a moment later, tracing the finer expanses of his back, arms, and chest with its crimson lines, marking the dominance and control the vampire had over him, establishing forever the unbreakable bond and connection between predator and prey. He uttered a soft cry of pain before his pain-clouded eyes closed, his body having been too assaulted with pain. One last brush of lips against lips, and suddenly the door flew open to reveal two stunned children staring in at the atrocious sight of the bloodied carcasses of their dead parents.
Ignoring the two children who now rushed towards him to get their younger brother out to safety, he raised his aura to create a barrier around himself and the pale, porcelain doll, preventing the others from reaching him before he was done with his little toy. He leaned once more towards the shell-like ear of the boy and whispered softly into it, the hot breath washing over the cooled skin sending sensations to travel through the latter's body and causing him to involuntarily shiver. "Forget tonight. Forget your parents. Forget me. I'll come back for you in 8 years. Until then, live, even if your body is frail and your heart feeble. You will remember nothing of this until that time of freedom is spent. Good bye, my beautiful little puppet." With those hushed sentences spoken, he stood up and glanced at the appalled and disgusted children before leaving the room in a flash of dark shadow.
He would be back for his little possession.
End Prelude. Continue? Y/N _____
Author : You better review! I love this fic and I intend to finish it. But lack of reviews could mean that I would work on it but not post it. ^_^ I'm evil like that.
Setsuna : Reviews to tell Author whether Author should continue or not.
Shinji : Although we'll be forcing Author to finish anyways.
Ken'ichi : But that doesn't necessarily mean that we can Author to post them.
Ai, Yuichi, Makoto, and Hisoka : *sweatdrop*
Author : Ignore my three pompous muses (*pats the rest four on the head for their support and kindness*) and review. Thanks for them. ^_^