A/N: I haven't seen a fic written like this in a while, and since I have an obsession with vampires, and since Halloween is in a few days…
Each day, a new chapter will be posted until Halloween.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles.
Happy Halloween, Kurogane
Written by Fenikkusu
Unbeta'd
Chapter 1 - Discovery
Syaoran wasn't expecting to come home to a room splattered in blood. He immediately dropped his groceries onto the floor, and the crack of eggs and other soft foods added to the mess. The once white walls now sported a beautiful red stain. Every piece of furniture was either broken or overturned. By the looks of it, there had been a struggle. The boy gulped as he tiptoed into the room, careful not to step in any of the pools of blood. Did the human body even produce that much blood? The teen glanced outside a nearby window, eyes wide.
The moon shined red.
Well, shit. "Fai-san! Kurogane-san!" Syaoran screamed to the house. He only got an echo in return. He returned to following the trail of blood into the kitchen. The next room was relatively untouched exempting the random blood stains everywhere. The amount of the liquid was nil compared to the living room. Syaoran tried calling out the names of his travelling companions again, and again he received no response.
That was when he found a piece of paper folded neatly atop the kitchen table. The piece of looseleaf had no blood stains on it whatsoever. Prudently, Syaoran picked up the note and read it.
Gone hunting… We'll be back by dawn.
Don't worry about the blood. We'll take care of it!
-Fai and Kuro-puu
Syaoran shivered. Not worry about the blood? Of course he'd worry about it. They were his best friends, after all. They were all the boy had in this unending journey of his. With a whisper of a spell, Hien came to his right hand. Syaoran stalked back out to the living room, again taking care to avoid the large puddles of blood. As he reached his free hand out to reopen the door, another note caught his attention. None of the red substance stained the paper.
Go to bed, kid.
It's the blood moon, and Fai needs to feed.
There wasn't a need for a signature. Kurogane's handwriting was large and crooked while Fai's was fluent script. Against his better judgment, Syaoran closed and locked the front door. He gathered up the rest of the groceries and tiptoed upstairs. After a quick shower and a good scrubbing to make sure none of the blood actually got on him, the boy scurried under the covers, with Mokona snoring on the pillow next to him.
What the hell happened, anyway? He could only hope that the other two were all right. Sure the adults could take care of themselves, but Syaoran couldn't help but worry.
If he had stayed awake a tad longer, he would have heard the blood-curdling scream just outside his window.