So, as stated in the summery this is the rewrite of my fic Blood and Lust.
You see, I started that fic over two years ago now, and, well, I feel that I've come a long way since then as a writer. I feel that my writing has improved a great deal since I started writing the original version of this fic, and I don't feel I can continue it as was. I look and think back and I lose motivation because I feel that there are places I could have done a great deal better with, and more things I could have put in here and there so the story wasn't quite so... Rushed, I suppose. That's why I haven't been able to update in so long
Well, after quite a bit of deliberation I decided that, I can't just up and discontinue B and L. That story's one of the ones that helped me get a bit more comfortable with my skills as a writer, and encouraged me to get better with my writing, so there's too much sentimental value behind it, as well as too many things I was looking forward to writing for it in future chapters.
So, instead of discontinuing I decided a rewrite was the best option and here it is ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own the series -Man or its characters.
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Brown hair hung in silver hued eyes, plastered to the left side by the crimson gore that streamed in thick rivulets from the open wounds that now marred a once flawless complexion as the boy ran. His footsteps and heavy breathing the only sounds that reached his ears in the empty cobblestone streets, his vision obstructed by the blood that threatened to blind him every time he attempted to open his left eye. An upside down star rested above his brow, carved into the flesh with a sharp precision that almost matched that of a surgeon's scalpel. A jagged line descended from the the point, shifting to the side a bit before continuing its downwards trek and coming to an end near his chin, only for blood to continue its downwards trek. The crimson liquid dripped from his chin, droplets staining the once pristine white of his shirt and leaving a trail of droplets in his wake.
His lungs were slowly but surly conceding to the icy burn that tried to envelop them as they cried out, screaming for the oxygen it was so hard to get when he couldn't even dream of slowing his frantic pace. Adrenalin coursed through his veins with each rapid beat of his pounding heart, the powerful hormone only thing that stopped him from feeling the burning agony that should have emanated from his open wound and bare feet that continued to be assaulted by the harsh stone as he ran.
'I've gotta keep going!' He thought desperately, Pushing his body that much harder despite screaming protest his muscles gave. He had already pushed himself, so far past the limits he had once thought himself capable of, but he knew he couldn't stop. He had to keep going, had to keep pressing forward, even if it meant crashing through the barriers that should have symbolized his limits.
Ragged pants escaped from his lungs, and he tried to ignore the icy burn in his throat as he chanced a glance back over his shoulder, only to find the streets behind him as empty as a ghost town. The only sign that anyone had been down that path any time in the last decade were the small droplets of dark crimson he left in his wake, the dark liquid appearing almost black in the night's low light. Despite that, he didn't slow, knew if he did, it would surly mean his end.
He knew his pursuer was there, could feel his hungry eyes boring into him from the shadows, watching, waiting for his strength to abandon him. And he knew it was only a matter of time before that happened and when it did...
He already knew what would become of him, had already had a feeling what would happen if he lost the moment this twisted little game began.
He was the mouse in the cat's game. The insignificant piece of prey that couldn't escape, knew they would die, but still continued to run, hoping - praying - that by some miracle they would survive long enough to see the sun rise. But even as those hopes surged, he knew how wretched the odds, a voice in the back of his head whispering how pointless even the idea of hope was in this situation. He was the one who would be sacrificed so that another could live, but he couldn't make himself stop running, couldn't surrender to the fate he already knew awaited him at the hands of his hunter.
At this hour when the stars and moon reigned over the skies, when the streets were all but devoid of life there was no-one to run to.
No-one to hear his screams even if he'd had the breath to scream and no-one to save him.
All he could do was run.
He turned a corner, racing down the darkened alleyway with all the speed he could force into his already overtaxed muscles. But it was only a matter of seconds before silver orbs went wide, a sharp yell of denial tearing free of his throat before he could stop it as he came to a stumbling halt, his hands colliding with the solid brick.
His body trembled minutely, air being pulled greedily into his lungs with gasped breaths that left his throat and lungs feeling as though they'd been doused with ice water. He swallowed hard between breaths, eyes only growing wider, trembling only growing more forceful and legs threatening to give out beneath him as a velvety chuckle reached his ears, accompanied by the slow, steady click of expensive shoes on hard stone. Slowly, he once again glanced back over his shoulder, hoping against hope he would once again be greeted by empty space.
He had no such luck.
'No... oh God, please no...'
He slowly turned his body to fully face the way he came, back pressing against the hard wall until it was pressing painfully against the ridges of his spine. He barely noticed, attention too focused on the sight before him for the discomfort to register in a frantic mind.
Standing at the maw of the alleyway, just out of range of the streetlight's faint glow stood the silhouette he had dreaded seeing each time he had glanced back, and now made terror sweep through him like never before.
"Done running already, Boy?" The hunter asked, his voice dark and smooth, ringing with amusement and barely contained anticipation. In the faint light, the boy could just make it out as one side of the man's mouth quirked upwards in a smirk of obvious delight as he continued approaching at a leisurely pace.
He carried himself with a confidence that made it clear that he knew his own power and he knew he had his prey trapped with nowhere for the young man to run to and nowhere for him to hide from that piercing gold gaze.
He wore a pristine white dress shirt that hung loose on his form, though it still managed to show off the well muscled frame that lay beneath. Long black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail at the base of his neck, falling to the middle of his back in a torrent of ebony waves. His skin was an inhuman gray and his eyes gold and black; those of a demon sent from hell to destroy the innocent who stood before him now, and they held something, a hunger that made the boy's blood all but freeze in his very veins.
Silver eyes flickered past the hunter, trying to find some sort of escape despite the way his mind screamed at him to just surrender to the cruel hand fate had decided to deal him. That it was hopeless and all he could do now was wait for the end to come and hope that his tormentor might make it quick. But even as that part screamed, another screamed louder, telling him that he had to at least try, and yet... he knew all too well that, even if he did, by some miracle, escape, he couldn't run anymore.
He just didn't have the strength.
The man's smirk morphed into a smile, almost as though he could hear the way his heart's pace quickened and his mind raced, and that expression made the boy's terror that much worse. His eyes were easily drawn to the unnatural teeth that sent dread crashing through him like a physical force; the unnaturally long canines, each settled between two other pointed teeth that looked as though they could tear into his flesh without any true resistance.
"I will admit," He began in that silken voice that set an icy shiver down his prey's spine as he halted a few feet away, "you lasted longer than I expected, but..." The look in his eyes grew sharper, smile widening in a way that made his prey's stomach twist, "I think it's time our little 'game' came to an end...Wouldn't you agree?"
A wave of fear crashed through the boy, sending another rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins and momentarily pushing back the ache and exhaustion, replacing it all with a single desire that blocked everything else out; the burning need to live.
Without a thought or even a moment's hesitation he rushed forward in one last desperate attempt to get passed the two. The hunter blinked a moment, seemingly caught off guard by the boys sudden attempt, something the boy hoped could be to his advantage.
But again, his luck was lacking, the moment of surprising lasting less than that before his gaze turned sharp, lips pursing together in a firm line.
"I've grown tired of your running, boy."
His voice came out on a low hiss, right beside the boy's ear, the only warning he received before a strong hand wrapped around a thin throat, yanking him back against the hard chest. He gasped, hand coming up to yank and claw at the hand that held him captive, but it did no good. The hand at his throat only tightened, robbing him completely of his ability to breathe.
The boy felt his feat leave the ground, eyes going wider still and struggles increasing in intensity. He twisted his body, writhing in the man's grasp, continuing to claw at his hand and kicking at the monster with his feet. He didn't care the the struggles only seemed to add to the strain on his neck, didn't care that the man was obviously hundreds of times stronger than him, all he cared about was breaking free of the suffocating hold.
The man barely seemed effected, his arm holding steady, his skin remaining in tact, even beneath the onslaught of his prey's nails. Even his expression showed only an expression of exasperated incredulity as though the boy's struggles were nothing more than an annoyance he easily could have done without, up until his smirk returned. A flicker of that expression was all the boy saw, the only thing he caught in a warning before the world twisted around him, everything blurring as he was whirled about at an inhuman speed.
A sound escaped his throat, eyes going wide and body convulsing in sheer pain as he came into contact with the hard wall he had been pressed against just moments ago. His vision blurred around the edges, a dampness forming on the back of his head as he felt the hand loosen. He couldn't run though, couldn't find the strength or will to move as his body twitched in protest, his legs already limp. The only thing keeping his upright was the hand around his throat.
"I've grown tired of your running, Boy." The hunter stated, a bored not in his voice, though the words and tone barely registered to his prey's scrambled mind. "You know, I had planned on making this pleasurable for you. Let your last night have at least something good in it, but now..." He trailed off, before turning, tossing his stunned captive to the ground several feet away, and earning another choked sound from his throat as he tried to roll over and force himself up. But his body only cried out in protest, his vision blurring closer to the center. "I think I've changed my mind."
The hunter slowly approached leisurely, each click of his shoes on stone sounding like another nail in the coffin that was slowly being sealed. The hunter paused when he reached his side, one foot pressing against the boy's shoulder and forcing his half turned body to the ground. Shaking hands tried to force it away, but like every other struggle it had no effect. The hunter's foot didn't budge until he moved it of his own will, before he knelt over the younger males prone form.
A hand weaved into bloodied locks, the fingers twining into brunette strands deceptively gentle, up until they were grasped in a harsh fist. The hunter yanked harshly on the strands, forcing his young victim to expose a pale a pale throat. His smirk once again morphed this time becoming a savage grin of sadistic glee that left gleaming fangs on full display.
The boy felt his heart race faster, the beat pounding so loud and hard in his ears he thought it might explode in his chest. His weak struggles returned, head shifting in a vain attempt to loosen the hunter's hold, and fists coming up to beat against his captor's chest with all the meager strength the mortal could still muster in a final desperate attempt to get free.
But just as before it did little good, only serving to earn him an agitated growl from the man poised over him as both his wrists were caught in one hand, and yanked aside. The hand tangled in brown locks yanked harder, forcing the boy's neck back at an unnatural angel that he thought - almost hoped - might snap his neck, so that he wouldn't have to feel what was to come.
For better or worse though, his neck remained in tact and eyes and jaw were both clenched shut as that mouth moved to the place where neck met shoulder. Lips pressed against pulse, remaining there for a few short seconds before they parted. The next thing the boy knew, silver eyes were snapping open, body convulsing and lips parting on a silent scream as fangs sank deep into soft flesh, sending a surge of white hot agony crashing through the boy's veins.
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Well, that's it for the first chapter ^_^
I've already started work on rewriting the second chapter, so I hope it won't take too long to get up.
Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3
I'd love to know what you all thought, so reviews are greatly appreciated ^_^