The air was heavy with the scent of rotting flesh, smoke, ash, and burning wood. The atmosphere was suffocating, and the sound of coughing filled the air. The pandemonium and chaos was watched from above in the shadows of night and ash. His beloved humans were suffering, but he didn't care...Only he was the one the hunter adored, but he was taken away, long ago.
"Oh, Shizu-chan, my love." A male voice practically purred into the dark of night. A switchblade glinted in the moonlight, lethally, and the man laughed, imagining it coated in blood. "Soon," he sighed, and cut his wrist, letting his blood stain his pale arm. He brought his wrist to his mouth, and whispered, "we shall be together again," and then fed thirstily from his own blood. It only tamed his thirst a bit, for only his beloved's blood would satiate his demonic bloodlust, but this was all he had for now.
"Young Master," a voice interrupted. The raven growled his displeasure, and turned to face whom had spoken to him.
"What?" he snarled.
"I merely wished to assure you that we'll find him. It's been a thousand centuries. He's reborn. We'll find him, sire."
"You'd better find him," the raven hissed. His voice became oddly gentle, such a foreign tone for the King of Vampires, and he continued, "I do not know how much longer I can bear without him. It was agony when I lost him, and it has been agony ever since. I shan't rest until he is back in my arms, where he belongs."
"Understood, Young Master."
"Keep searching," the raven said. "Find him. I'll burn Ikebukuro to the ground, if I must."
'Shizu-chan, my love...you cannot hide from me forever.'