Midnight Screams, Blood and Silk
A/N: I'm just seriously ticked at the moment, so that's why this story. It's rated R for a REASON! If you do not like two guys together and you do not want to become scarred, then DO NOT READ!
CrimsonDevil(cousin!) if you read this, then please don't hate me! Argh!
And this was to be a one-shot, but it's too long, so that's why it's broken down (see? I can be considerate of others).
Shuichi's POV
If you are foolish not to love your life in the past, then love your freedom of the present.
Cherish the night.
End POV
Friday at last.
Shuichi stalked the roofs of the houses, the moon and stars the only witnesses of his prowling, the only friends and light to the shadow hours. As a guardian of the night, he had to rest during the day, salvaging his strength for the battles with the true Nosferatu.
He hunted those that killed for pleasure, protecting the mortal of the knowledge that either existed. But he had been condemned to be a hybrid of their breeding. To live both lives, to know both hungers and fears, to be half human and half predator of the night.
But tonight he would not hunt, little knowing he would become the hunted. He had a meeting to attend that would sate his hunger after long hunts.
He had refused to feed for near a month, his powers having weakened. He still caught the occasional unsuspecting animal once in a while, but it wasn't satisfying. In this town, this place, somewhere nearby the blood of a certain someone called him, beckoned to him.
And he had to answer its enticing call.
A/N: So far, not too horrible you say? Well then, don't let me ruin your imagination.
A/N: I'm just seriously ticked at the moment, so that's why this story. It's rated R for a REASON! If you do not like two guys together and you do not want to become scarred, then DO NOT READ!
CrimsonDevil(cousin!) if you read this, then please don't hate me! Argh!
And this was to be a one-shot, but it's too long, so that's why it's broken down (see? I can be considerate of others).
Shuichi's POV
If you are foolish not to love your life in the past, then love your freedom of the present.
Cherish the night.
End POV
Friday at last.
Shuichi stalked the roofs of the houses, the moon and stars the only witnesses of his prowling, the only friends and light to the shadow hours. As a guardian of the night, he had to rest during the day, salvaging his strength for the battles with the true Nosferatu.
He hunted those that killed for pleasure, protecting the mortal of the knowledge that either existed. But he had been condemned to be a hybrid of their breeding. To live both lives, to know both hungers and fears, to be half human and half predator of the night.
But tonight he would not hunt, little knowing he would become the hunted. He had a meeting to attend that would sate his hunger after long hunts.
He had refused to feed for near a month, his powers having weakened. He still caught the occasional unsuspecting animal once in a while, but it wasn't satisfying. In this town, this place, somewhere nearby the blood of a certain someone called him, beckoned to him.
And he had to answer its enticing call.
A/N: So far, not too horrible you say? Well then, don't let me ruin your imagination.