SK: SK here. This is a story that my friend wrote and she doesn't have the patience to post. Hehehe… Anyways, tell me what you think and I'll send the feed back to her.
I DON'T NOT OWN ANY YUYU HAKUSHO CHARACTERS!
Blood. That was all that mattered.
Sweet, red liquid filled with life. Mortal life. The taste of it, the smell of it, everything about it made it hard to resist.
Vampires. As old as time itself. Their pale shadowy complexion made them known to few, those who supplied them blood. They feed of mortals to remain young and beautiful. Immortal.
Hunters. Survivors of vampire feedings, drawn together to vanquish the vampire kind. Fearing vampire domination, they hunt royal vampires and vampires to eliminate from the world. Some are succeeding in doing so.
The young vampire prince, Hiei, stood atop the dark building, admiring the moon and stars. It was midnight and very few humans roamed the streets.
Hiei looked down at the street below him, eyeing a pregnant woman waddling into a store. Hunger gnawed at his insides. He needed to feed, but chose to leave the pregnant alone. He wanted youth, someone young and fresh.
Hiei jumped onto the telephone pole and bound towards the park. He had many sources but he wanted someone new.
Many other vampires had sources. Sources were mortals, who let vampires feed off them for sex and money. Sources could only be feed off of once a week.
Hiei landed in a secluded tree branch in a tall oak tree. He looked around and spotted someone on the far bench, writing in a book.
Intrigue, Hiei jumped into the next tree and then the next until he was in the tree above the person. Even with the poor lighting, he could see the person had long red hair, tall, and for the lack of chest, was a male.
Hiei snapped his head towards the dirt path. Four large muscular males bound toward the red head mortal, switchblades gleamed in the moonlight. Two of the males sat on either side of the red head, one behind him, and the other in front.
"Give us your money, and maybe you wont have to give ya a makeover." The guy to the red head's left said, flashing the blade. The red head didn't look up from the notebook he held.
"I don't have any money." Came a soft alto voice from the red head. The guy behind growled and grabbed a fist full of the red locks and yanked back. The guy then placed the jagged blade to the red head's throat.
"Now, one more time. Give us your money or I'll slit that pretty throat of yours." The guy said again. The red head sighed and looked up at the tree. He squinted his eyes before frowning slightly in disapproval.
"Okay and I'll tell you once more. I- don't- have- any- money." The red head retorted as if talking to some slow children. The knife was pressed against the red head's throat harder, now drawing blood.
"DON'T MESS WITH US! It looks like we're gonna have to get rough with you, pretty boy." The right guy said pulling back his fist. The red head stared at him out of the corner of his eye.
Hiei watched in amusement as the red head teased the four males. Right when one of the men pulled back a fist, Hiei jumped out of his hiding pace and broke the neck of the mortal who had the blade. The body fell to the damp grass with a soft thump and the jagged blade into the red head's lap.
The three remaining males took a shaky step backward, eyes wide. The red head stood and round house kicked the left guy and punched him in the gut. The other two guys went at the red head, the blade outstretched.
The red head kicked a blade out of one of the males' hands and turned around just as the other tried to stab him. The blade was imbedded in the first guy's arm. The stabber stumbled backwards, swearing and took off.
Hiei wiped the blood from his mouth as he finished feeding on the freshly dead corpse. It tingled throughout his body and flushing his cheeks. His eyes glowed an eerie red.
Hiei stood and watched the red head lower the male to the damp ground and stand. He could see the red head clearly now. Only one thing ran through his mind, 'Beautiful.'
Emerald eyes glowed and were intensified by the moon light. Soft, long red tresses fell over his shoulder, framing his face. The baby soft, porcelain skin shone with flawlessness. Sensual, exotic, and sex appeal rolled of the red head like waves in the ocean.
"Arigato. Minamino, Suiichi no ai. You can call me Kurama though." Kurama said as he tossed his hair over his shoulders. He shook his head to get the bangs out of his large cat like eyes.
"Jaganishi, Hiei. I'll be seeing you again." Hiei smirked, and then disappeared. Kurama looked around, confusion apparent on his face. He shrugged casually and gathered his notebook and pens.
"Kurama sighed and headed home to get some sleep.
SK: Hey, I know that was short but forgive me. I'm not feeling very well at the moment. Girls you know why. So just send me a review and I'll post the next chapy when I can.