A/N: wow, really thought this would never happen. Though when the plot bunnies lay siege, all you can do is surrender. My first story -this one- will have absolutely nothing to do with my others which I still haven't even started on. I can't guarantee anything at all when it comes to updates.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece all rights go to Oda.
Prologue- kidnapped.
Snowflakes fell gingerly toward the puffy, white, reach of ground. They were wiped through the air once more before finally settling down on a large crater of melted snow and charred destroyed ground, surrounded by large snow banks. It was one mark in the large stretch of white tundra, already being taken over by snowflakes.
A young raven haired boy dressed in the shabby tattered remains of large brown pants and the faded second hand remains of a large blue shirt which he seemed to be drowning in. He lay unconscious in the large crater of destroyed ground and mounds of ruble lay around him, almost crushing his small body which was already layered with snow. The boy had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in weeks. He was bleeding heavily around his temple where a small cut lay across his forehead. The blood dripped down over his left eye where a large cut lay, it started at the top of his eyebrow and slanted down over his eye toward the end of his ear. Both cuts bleed profoundly covering the left side of his face with scarlet life juice. The blood made his black locks sticky and dark; his face was pale like a vampire and had a sleepy look to them as it dripped blood onto the rocks holding him in place.
Fayez's breathing was even and regulated. He seemed at peace between the rocks, it wasn't long before he woke up. His single right eye opened up, revealing a grey eye the color of storm clouds. The boy's raven hair swayed into his eyes with the insistence of the sharp wind. Fayez tried to shake it away and only ended up shaking his small body and struggling against the rocks holding him in, it made his vision blank out for a second and his breathing became laboured. When the black spots faded his face contorted in an angry snarl with frustration briefly crossing it. The deep set coldness in his bones crossed his mind but the thought vanished quickly he was used to this cold. He continued his struggle with the rocks with as much strength as his little body could carry. His vision would flicker from time to time but the thought of getting out and the panic of being trapped in made him fight harder. It wasn't long before the rocks momentarily moved and the boy's strength gave out.
He lay there still covered in rocks and a few inches of snow, there was a barely perceived upturn to his lips as he carefully moved his now free left arm up and around the bolder holding him caged. He feebly grabbed the rock and using his arm as leverage he tried pulling himself over the bolder he squirmed his body until he had his other arm free and helping. It took sweat despite the cold, a nasty headache, lots of blood and determination to get the rest of his body up and over the bolder. It wasn't long before he was lying on the adjourning bolder shivering, and covered in sweat, he was breathing heavily his vision coming and going with his gasps. His blood continued to mix with his sweat and the inches of snow he was lying on; turning the area near his face blood red.
The scent of the blood and the loss of it made him dizzy and also brought out thoughts he would rather remain hidden. It whispered to him at the back of his mind, calling out to him no matter how many times he tried to push it back. It told him with a force and slyness that said it wanted to take control of his body and never give it back. It told him to find humans, to feed until his wounds healed and he was satisfied, to feed on human blood until there was none left. It made his throat burn and his eyes turn a deep scarlet red. His canines enlarged in his jaw and softly pressed into his rosy lips. He blinked at the sudden intrusion in his mind and tried to shake it off. Not now, not when he was so close to the village.
He tried to get up off the large snow slicked slab of rock he was on; his limbs ached with exhaustion and agony. There were cuts and bruises littering the young male's body, they stung when the wind hit. The boy's ribs stuck out of his body painfully, his limbs were thin and just skin and bones.
He determinedly lifted his small body and started toward the edge of the large crater, stumbling and sliding through the rocks. He shook off the snow that tried to accumulate in his hair. The cuts on his face continued to bleed profoundly, making him dizzy and nauseous with blood loss. His thoughts to take a nice, big drink of human blood didn't leave him and part of him gave up on resisting his more demonic nature. He unconsciously made his way toward the small fishing village through the blizzard; his senses were telling him where to go. The frozen wasteland was engraved with hills of snow and pine trees all around. The snow was enough to bury grown men, but Fayez having not eaten in at least a week (you could tell) was thin and weightless enough to cross on top of the snow, only sinking ankle deep every time he took a step.
Fayez's teeth clattered with every mound of snow he passed, his half vision tunneling at every step, occasionally going thigh deep in powdery snow. In his weak state Fayez was too wasted to protest (to himself really) that he wasn't going to feed. He just hoped the humans had enough sense to be inside where he couldn't go. Stopping at a large bristling pine tree, on top a small hill, he breathed heavily his breaths coming out in gasps and coughs. He leaned against the tree trying to catch the breath that continued to run away from him. His vision started to gain black spots and he tried to keep it from going completely black. His demonic senses urged him on, telling him to keep going, whispering sweet things into his mind and telling him that he could only heal if he fed and Fayez knew that was a lie. He could also heal in the moonlight of a full moon; a moon which was being blocked at the moment.
Sighing to himself Fayez almost gave into the urge to collapse, he was so tired, but he knew that if he lay down now he would never get up again. The only way to move was forward. Starting up again he started to make his way toward where his senses told him the fishing village was.
It wasn't long before Fayez saw signs of human activity and by then his sandaled feet were absolutely numb, the only reason he didn't have frost bite was because of his more animalistic abilities, the other side of him that warred with his demonic side it was the side that kept him warm and safe and able to continue in the morning. It was also the reason he was sleeping in a crater.
When Fayez saw the first house he knew he wasn't going to feed today. The blizzard kept everyone inside and they knew better than to leave their house unprotected. There were cloves of garlic on every door step that Fayez passed; the curtains were drawn, sealing the light and warmth inside. He sighed slightly in relief when his demonic side became subdued with the smell of garlic. He made sure to walk in the middle of the large, empty streets to avoid the garlic because he knew how much that burned. Fayez started to head toward the docks where he knew the sailors and fishermen leave crates upon crates of fish that they caught. Only problem was that most fishermen ruffed the bad weather to protect their catch from the New World pirates that came to dock at the harbour. Fayez was only lucky that his mother had been around long enough to teach him some tricks.
When Faze saw the first crate he ducked behind it trying to be out of sight from the shadow of the fisherman he saw through the blizzard. He sat for a while feeling numb and tingly. Most of the cuts had healed already leaving thin white scars behind. His visions still tunneled when he moved to suddenly and the cuts on the left side of his face stung and were still slowly bleeding. His demon side had retreated but Fayez could still hear it at the back of his mind.
He waited sitting behind the crate, when he deemed that enough time had passed he slowly peaked over the crate only to meet sky blue eyes. Fayez blinked slowly and his brain slowly registered that he was looking at another human being, by then it was too late to run and he was already grabbed by the man.
The man was blonde with a sleepy look to his face, his eye lids were droopy and he had a little stubble on his chin, he had and open purple jacket on showing off his lean and muscular body. A tattoo with a cross and a crescent adorned his chest. He had a light blue sash on and an elaborate gold belt with his dark grey pants and black sandals. The man had opened his mouth to say something but Fayez was neither listening nor was did he understand what the man had said. Fayez never understood what people were telling him, his mother was mute, so she couldn't talk and Fayez never interacted socially with the villagers, it was either feed or get out before the torches and pitchforks came. His only company was animals, he never learned the language.
The man tried to tell Fayez something else but Fayez started struggling against him, snarling and growling like he saw wolfs do when another animal enters their territory. Then his vision started to go black and he panicked even more trying to fight off the sleep attack. Fighting made him sweat with effort and when he finally thought his vision was clearing his eyes slide shut and the world turned black.
