Author's Note: This story has been in my mind for quite a while now. This is just the introduction, so it doesn't say much, but the story will unfold in the later chapters. Any assumptions I might come up with and use in the story will be explained at the end, if necessary. You will see what I mean in later chapters. Also, original characters are not based on any real person or character in any other anime, movie, etc. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Constructive criticism is welcome and reviews are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story!
Rating: M, for good reason. Please do not read the story if you have no plans of having your mind corrupted. This goes out to all the innocent readers I might offend. I am telling you now that there will be some sexual and gory content in this story, though I will keep it to a minimum.
Genre: Romance, Tragedy. I am serious about this story being tragic. If you adore certain characters from the series too much to bear reading about them suffer or worse, then this is not the story for you.
Pairings: Saya and Solomon. Please expect no other major pairings.
Disclaimer:This is purely a fan fiction. Any theories regarding Chiropterans or the plotline of the series are assumed by the author based from information gathered from the anime. These assumptions may not be part of or applicable to the original series. I do not own Blood+.
Introduction
Year 2019...
'What is this...?' he thought.
For a moment, he wondered whether he was even awake. There was complete silence and complete serenity. Everything seemed right and he felt as though he was an entirely different person in an utterly perfect reality. He experienced the blissful second of the state between being asleep and being awake. But it was only for a moment. The next thing he knew, his head throbbed and it seemed to send shots of pain throughout his entire body. He became aware of his physical self and attempted to move his arm but failed, except for a twitch of his finger. He tried to open his eyes and found that he had no strength to do so. All around him was something liquid, warm, dizzying... Something was placed over his mouth, feeding him air...
'Where am I...?'
It was painful, like burning ice, scorching and freezing at the same time before finally giving way to a terrible, aching numbness. With his right arm, he reached for his chest and tore his suit, revealing the small wound that was causing the pain. He felt his strength ebbing slowly away just as his brother appeared before him.
"At least I can still kill you..." he spoke the words before his mind even found them.
The next moment was a struggle and he was no longer aware of the movements he made. It was as if a new force had taken over, forcing every last ounce of energy into one final attempt... And then there was the sound of his hand shattering into a thousand pieces, the sudden loss of feeling in all his limbs...
"I'm sorry, Saya..."
'Saya!' His mind seemed to scream out the name.
His eyes shot open, only to be closed again from the painful shock of hot, foreign liquid entering them. He reached out with his arms, a strange, newfound strength filling him to the brim. He was flailing and struggling. He could feel tubes everywhere, sticking out of his skin like snakes delivering hot doses of poison. He reached forward as far as he could and felt a cold, solid barrier keeping him trapped. He punched the hard surface continuously to no avail. Finally, he managed to muster all of his energy to use his Chiropteran blade to cut through the obstruction, causing the glass to break from the impact.
A scream escaped him as he collapsed onto the floor, onto the sea of shattered glass, the tubes painfully yanked from his body. His hand ached from the transformation and he found difficulty in reverting it back to its human form. It took a while before it finally returned to the pale, white hand that it had been moments earlier. He looked at it and noticed how soft and vulnerable it looked. And he could feel the shards of glass digging into his delicate skin but he had no power to stand. He was bleeding, helpless, confused, on the floor. Breathing alone required a herculean effort, and soon he could no longer keep his eyes open. And just as he succumbed to his unexplained exhaustion, he heard a voice...
"Finally, you wake..."