Consume
notes:This fic is not divided into chapters as such - rather it is placed in relatively short sections based on how and where I feel that they seem to end. They may get longer as I proceed, but the prologue and first few chapters are rather small. For the most part, they will not be longer than a scene or two.
A quick note on the characters in this fanfic. I have borrowed a few characters from Vagrant Story, and also, this is an AU (Alter Universe). As they grew up in different worlds and in different ways, the characters will not be the same as they were in their original settings. Seifer and Squall are best friends in this fic, and the only things the same about Ashley and Sydney are their appearances and their names. You don't have to play Vagrant Story to read this - the characters won't match up at all, if you haven't played it, you can now read on!
Consume - Prologue
The voice. It was everywhere. It filled the air. It was the air. He couldn't breath. He didn't need to. It was sound. It was taste. It was light. It was blinding.He stood there in the fog of white light and sweet sounds and the smell and taste of heady wine. And he was taken. He wanted nothing more than to remain within this voice and its addictive promises of pleasure and victory and happiness. It was his paradise.
A blade flashed through the blinding white and he smelled blood. His blood. A voice, different, muffled. Blocking his path to his Utopia.
No! He would not let anyone stand in his way! The voice boiled and screamed - kill him - let no one thwart you - he hurt you - kill him.
He grasped his blade. The voice danced around him, filling his eyes with hate and his mouth with cries of death.
His sword slashed forward, again and again, towards his faceless foe. One last quick thrust and pull to the side, and his attacker was disemboweled.
The voice rejoiced at the victory and filled his head with whispered praises. The fog cleared a little, and he stared down at the bloody corpse of his best friend.