Warning:I'm not forcing anyone to read a fiction that has my OC. Yes, my fluffy werewolf-vampire crossbreed with wings Sacred is in a sexy three-way relationship with Zero and Kaname. HATE IT? Then leave, with the back button or the X at the corner of your program kicking your butt on the way out.
-This fic is for MY amusement, and those who wish to enjoy reading it-
Yayness! Procrastinating as usual. This is going to be short story, a few chapters long. Flower is 4/5th complete. CoH is... still in progress... -shot-. Crap, I should really get my gear going XD
Btw, Skarre is pronounced in a very odd fashion. It's like 'scar-ray'.
Also, the story jumps right into the action, so sorry if everything seems so rushed or burst of no-storyline.
-As one-
Even when the strong winds blew with treacherous snow, the two vampires were far from being chilled by the potentially dangerous winter. The blanket had been a warm protector, but it was incomparable to the heated body Kaname and Zero had been sleeping against. The form itself rose and fell gentle, making it almost like a child in a rocking bed. The rhythm was smooth, calm and relaxing.
In the deep mountainous zone, within a cave, a small group of three settled. A small flame flickered, burning what remains of the dry twigs. The fire had been what kept them warm at the start, but now it was the natural body heat of the Exile's.
The large wolf rotated its neck a little more to the side, resting its large head on his arm. At the same time, the neighbouring figure close by shifted in his sleep with a soft moan. Scarlet eyes opened, peering at the silver-haired individual. Sacred's ears, one which had a small bit chipped off, flicked as he subconsciously remained alert to his surroundings. He had been endlessly cautious to dangers, keeping every senses of his sharp. However, it wasn't only thing keeping him on watch.
Rearing his head up, he looked over to his side where his two mates were. Zero had taken the spot close to his front, whereas Kaname spooned the other from the back. The blanket was pulled up to their necks, and a furry wing was a second cover, and aided in keeping the cloth in place. It provided a warm haven, especially for an ex-human who stood little chance against mother nature.
Zero shifted in his sleep again, coming to bury his face into the thick scruff. This time, it woke the brunette, and scarlet met hazel.
As if possessing some form of silent communication, Kaname's hand shifted just as Sacred's nose nudged under the blanket. Both came to contact a firm protrusion from the sleeping figure's middle, unbeknownst to him. They prodded the roundness very carefully, as though they were handling a fragile object. But that was no lie. Within Zero right now, was the most fragile life that would have ever came into any of theirs.
Two and a half months had passed. During this time, much had happened. The good and bad times fluctuated as and when it pleased, but that was what led the trio to this day. They were dependent on each other, and it had been proven through thick and thin.
"What are you two doing...?" A soft, tired voice muttered. Zero's own hand came to lazily swat away an offending cold nose and a ticklish set of fingers from his belly. When he finally got both objects to leave him be, he snuggled against Sacred once more.
Chuckling at the hunter's lack of response when he went to stroke the tummy once more, Kaname glanced over at the other non-human. "I'll go find some burning material."
The pureblood received a brief nod. Sacred watched as Kaname eased out from under both the blanket and his wing, ensuring that Zero was tucked in well before he walked towards the one-way entrance of the cave. He pulled up his cloak's hoody, more for protection against the snow hitting his face rather than keeping his self-regulatory system warm. The white snow eventually caused the black-cloaked figure to seemingly disappear, even to the Exile's keen eyesight.
Returning his attention to his other mate, Sacred nuzzled Zero right under his chin, giving a small lick. The latter muttered out something incoherent and Sacred decided to leave him be. Taking to observing instead, he watched as the human's shoulders move very briefly with each inhalation. Zero has been sleeping a lot, but it wasn't unnatural. Not for a birthing parent anyway.
Sacred wondered if Zero knew that he was due soon. According to the conversation he overheard often between Zero and Yuuki, this realm dwellers presumed that the pregnancy would last approximately nine months. In true fact, it would be a mere third of it. Werewolves would only carry for three months.
The hunter was already showing the common signs of being ready. Physically, he had been spending much of his time sleeping rather than the usual gentle trainings he still did. He was conserving a lot of energy this way. In addition to the long sleeping hours, much of the bearer's time awake was spent eating, which came as no surprise to Sacred. The burden of having to carry was probably taxing on Zero's body, considering the boy was only human.
He had not the stronger blood of vampires or werewolves. A lot of energy was spent on the growth of the young. Thankfully for Zero, he didn't need to do it for nine months. Sacred couldn't imagine what his mate would look like if he had to go through the normal human gestation.
Another trait had been isolation from other people except his partners. Sacred had noticed it when his mate got unusually snappy at others, sometimes even at Kaname and he. Zero insisted to be away from the main estate. At first, the pureblood was confused at the sudden request, and Sacred had to explain to his cousin in private what was truly going on. Understanding this, the duo took Zero to this cave about three days ago, away from strangers' eyes. It had been a location the Exile had found during his exploration around the estate. It was 't big, but was cozy enough just for the three of them.
From then on, Zero had been a lot calmer and less aggressive.
Kaname and Sacred took turns to head back to the estate to retrieve supplies, and inform Yuuki or any other occupants of their status. None of the other vampires were truly worried, but none could hide their excitement. They had been explained of Zero's condition, and Yuuki had been the one looking forward to the newborn the most.
Contented by the conditions surrounding them, Sacred's placed his chin on a paw, keeping his head off the ground though the cold had never truly bothered him. Zero had already drifted back to sleep moments ago. Ears flicking a little, he kept his consciousness partially awake, ready for anything which could ruin this peace.
-As one-
Kaname would pick up branches that were nearer to the ground, as they were usually less moist compared to those that had collected snow. They tend to burn better. Althought most of their heat source is dependent on the fluffy were-form of Sacred's, they couldn't be permanently stuck to the Exile. Even he had to eat, and his tastes resided in fresh, raw kills.
The snow fell moderately heavy, and his surrounding was white noise. It had been so silent that he could hear his own blood coarsing through his body in attempt to keep his core warm. Kaname glanced into the distance where a few distant mountains were, pale as the location he stood at. It had been so calm that it made the brunette uncomfortable. Of course, he never sounded this to his partners. The last thing he needed was Zero to worry in his condition.
Casting the negative thoughts aside, Kaname collected enough burning material to last them for quite a while, and proceeded back to the cave that they had made a temporary home out of.
As he trekked, a nagging sensation ate at him. He felt as if he was being watched, not by one, but several eyes. Kaname stopped in his tracks, eliminating the sounds he made from walking. He distinctly heard a shuffle in the distance behind him. It was almost inaudible, but he managed to pick it up.
Placing the wood he had collected on the snow, Kaname turned a full hundred-eighty degrees to face the shadows lurking about. The heavy snowfall hindered some of his vision, but the figures could hide no longer. He had witnessed them moving slightly the moment ha had turned around.
"Show yourself," the pureblood ordered.
His surrounding fell silent. Annoyed by the game of cat and mouse, Kaname lashed out his powers, causing the snow to stir and dispersing into the air. That was enough to aggrevate those prowling about secretly, the figures ducking away from the vampire's tunnel-view. His eyes narrowed ahead, where a shadow started to appraoch. Then, more shadows appeared, coming to clearer view as the snow settled.
Kaname kept a straight face as seven werewolves treaded up slowly. The presumed leader walking in front of the back had dark-grey fur, but with a white streak that started from its forehead and stopping at the base of its scruff. Its dull yellow eyes met with auburn ones, and Kaname watched as the leader reared up on its hind legs as its body morphed.
An older man, seemingly around his fourties, stood upright and proud. His dark grey hair had the similar white streak, and his face and body were marred with evident battle scars.
"You aren't meant to be here," Kaname started.
"You can call me Skarre," the other replied. "We will leave as soon as we get what we're here for."
"And what would that be?" In true fact, the brunette didn't need to ask. He knew exactly what the underworld race would want when they were here in this realm. It was either freedom, prey, or a bearer.
"This is my pack. We've recently separated from one that... refused the idea of retrieving the bearer. So you can see that I'm lacking my female," Skarre explained, uncaring of the fact that the vampire probably did not need to know these.
"So you're one of those wanting your own pack, but unable to fight the alpha male on your own. Is that it?" Kaname deduced easily, crossing his arms. A dark look that he received from the so-called pack leader confirmed it. "Werewolves shouldn't know about the existence of a bearer this easily... Were you one of those that had met Zero before?"
"Heh, I thought vampires were only dependent on their powers," Skarre snorted with a laugh.
Pot calling a kettle black, the pureblood mentally droned. He narrowed his gaze at the older man who lowered his form. Kaname recognised it as a stance meant to threaten, or preparation to fight. Sacred did it occasionally at the start of their spars.
"We don't intend to create trouble. The bearer is our only reason being here."
Anger welled up in Kaname. Skarre was obviously treating Zero as some possession to stake claim over. Now, what did this mutt think he can do? Waltz into the human realm like he owned it, and took whatever he pleased? The arrival of them within his domain was enough to annoy him; further saying that they were here to take Zero away...
Skarre stiffened up when he sensed the tension in the air. The other werewolves had their ears flicking up and down in uncertainty as they eyed the vampire.
Kaname's eyes started to glow in a shade of red as he met the dul yellow ones of Skarre's. The werewolf didn't flinch the least bit, but instead let out a grin. Skarre could feel at atmosphere thicken with pressure, like a heavy rock coming to rest on his shoulders. His pack was feeling it, but instead of feeling threatened this time, adrenaline was starting to coarse through their form in a fight-or-flight reflex. They were beginning to growl in anticipation.
"If you get in our way of us taking the bearer, we will not treat it lightly, vampire," Skarre warned, licking his lips with a wide smile.
"You will not touch Zero," was all Kaname replied before the ground before him cracked and rumbled.
-As one-
It had been a flurry of a battle. In the further distance, a lone figure was being tackled by seven larger forms that resembled nothing like humans. They charged on all fours, lashing out clawed hands and snapped out with a jaw full of sharp teeth. They howled, barked and snarled as they attempted to take down their target.
Several minutes into the fight, Kaname had grasped his right arm that hung limp and bleeding at the elbow, while his face was contorted with pain. He had never expected the fight to be this difficult, even for a disadvantage. The focus on killing the werewolves was hard when they lunged from twenty different directions. They were all toughened by their foreign blood, and though lacking the ability to regenerate rapidly, were build for their stamina to take down their opponent or prey. In this case, the pureblood being both.
Another problem he had to deal with was how resilient these creatures were to his power. Even when he had altered the pressure in the air, the wolves were hardly affected. The brunette suspected that it was due to the werewolves being subjected to constant changes in the underworld, and his powers weren't nearly delivered strong enough to render them weakened. It was tough, because he couldn't expend his energy carelessly. He internally scoffed at how he had forgotten the werewolve's strengths.
The werewolf he could identify as the pack leader Skarre was letting out low growls, evidently unpleased by the fact that the kill was dragging out longer than it should. Taking down a vampire usually never required more than three of his well-trained pack members. However, even with all seven of them against the blood-drinker, he still stands. Add in the fact that he was able to retaliate and injure some of them, Skarre was far from amused.
Giving a sharp grunt and jerking his head, his pack started to change their formation and tactics on the lone target. They started to circle Kaname, some in a clock-wise direction and the rest in the opposite.
The brunette immediately stiffened up. He didn't have to guess what would happen next. It was likely that they would all lunge at the same timing, closing off all escape routes. However, he did have a solution to that in his mind. He could disperse himself into his other form, though it would expend much of his energy. But it was the easier way out of this mess, especially since he couldn't escape on foot.
Hearing the first advance coming, naturally from the back, Kaname jumped aside, lashing out a telekinetic blast to the ground that send snow flying into the air. It maintained the distance between himself and the werewolves, which was what he truly needed to get out of this alive.
Kaname collected himself, mind half concentrating on tapping into his flight form. To ensure that it was swift, he tapped into most of his energy, feeling his soul literally splitting into several portions. Just when he thought he could flee, though...
The pureblood barely held back a cry when a sharp pain was induced from his left side. With the concentration interrupted, he regained his normal form, hacking when blood forced itself out of his lungs. Kaname came to recognise that the intervention was made by Skarre, easily identified by the white streak on the werewolf's mane. It had its jaws clamped around his ribs. Another second later, he felt his body being thrown to the ground without mercy, and his back slammed against the snow which thankfully cushioned most of the impact. It was still forceful, nevertheless, and the wind was knocked out of him brutally.
A large, furry limb descended on his side where his newest wound was, and Kaname lurched another mouthful of blood. His left hand grasped the arm crushing his body as he glared up with bloodred eyes.
The fur on the arm disappeared slowly as the size of it morphed. The amount of pressure pinning him down wasn't letting up, though. A second later, the scarred features of the older man returned, hovering over his face.
"You underestimate our speed, vampire. Did you really think dispersing would save you?" Skarre hissed out, leaning into his hand. Kaname cringed further, head slightly thrown back. His nails were already digging into the flesh deep enough to cause bleeding, but Skarre didn't let up.
"This is your loss. After you, we are killing that imperfect, then taking that bearer," the werewolf continued, and it pissed Kaname even more hearing the smug tone underneath it.
"Over my dead body," Kaname spat out.
"That works for me," Skarre grinned. His fingers dug into the brunette's side even harder, causing his victim to let out an even more delicious gasp of pain. Kaname shut his eyes tightly just as he saw a set of morphing fangs descend on him.
Get away from him!
A language that only the werewolves could understand echoed through the air. Kaname heard it as a loud, sharp, monstrous roar cutting through the air just as the figure above him was tackled aside. He could finally breathe properly, though rapid and shallow.
A familiar, low growl that sent chills down the vampire's spine in recognition. It wasn't from fear, but a conditioned response that was sending blood pooling in his brain and other places. He shuddered against a radiating warmth, as he opened his eyes to see the underside of the Exile.
"Sacred..." The name slipped out softly.
Said individual peered down with surprisingly calming sapphire orbs. Towering over the other protectively, Sacred lowered his head to lick away the blood at the corner of his mate's mouth, as if in assurance that he was truly there. Rearing up, he let out a dangerous snarl in the direction of the pack leader.
Skarre smirked from where he stood a short distance away. He hadn't thought about meeting the Exile himself. The last time he did, though, the crossbreed was still small, almost insignificant. He could never understand why the alpha female chose to bear the litter, and raising them even.
Seeing the Exile at this age though, Skarre was mildly impressed. Sacred had out grown all of them in size, easily standing a foot taller. Those unnatural wings made him even more bigger-looking, if not intimidating. He could see that his pack was more than just unhappy with the presence of the crossbreed; it was actually causing some nervousness in the air, which he came to detest very much.
A gentle hold grasped around Kaname's neck, gently lifting the other's head off the snow. The pureblood appreciated that, since his lack of energy was causing his body's physiological regulation to fail. Thankfully, both his arms could grab the thick scruff, with his initially injured right healing a good portion by then. Kaname buried his face into the warmth as he analysed the situation around them.
The pack had started to encircle them similarly to how they did to him before. But this time, their ears laid low, caution evident in their eyes. Though the Sacred held no aura, the hostility that emitted from the Exile was enough to keep the pack at bay.
"Protecting a vampire? As expected of an imperfect," Skarre said out loud as he lowered his form. Slowly, but surely, his body began to change, joints releasing popping noises while the hair on his body lengthened to fur. A grey werewolf with a white streak took the humanoid's place on all fours, baring its fangs at his opponents.
I'll give you a chance. Kill the vampire, hand over the bearer, and I might be kind enough to let you live on the account of your alpa female, Skarre growled out. He treaded on all fours, crushing the snow under his weight.
Save your breath, Skarre. I'll make sure you pay for attacking my mate, the Exile hissed back with a noise impossible for the canines to make. He jerked his head in the direction of another werewolf. You're only bringing yourselves death following this foolish old man. Return to the underworld and the true pack.
Shut your trap! Skarre howled out and lunged for the duo. I'll kill that that vampire before your eyes!
Sacred had to let Kaname go in order to intercept the attacker. Planting a hind foot forward and bracing himself, the Exile took on a head-on collision by Skarre. He managed to prevent the other from grabbing Kaname succesfully, with the latter still out of harms way beneath him. Both the werewolf and the Exile were caught in a deadlock with their hands grasping each other's shoulders. Reacting quicker and letting out a snarl under his breath, Sacred recoiled a little, only to throw off the older werewolf into the snow.
Surprise only came to Skarre after the massive strength had easily hauled him onto his back. Even before he could make another move, an inhuman hand clasped around his neck. A forceful weight was leaned into him, reversing the position he had with the vampire a mere moment ago. He was being pinned to the ground, immobilised. The Exile bared his fangs down at the other, growling dangerously.
Regardless of the fact that you are part of the alpha female's pack... If you ever come near to mine again, you will die,
The werewolf on the ground snarled back in discontent.
I never knew that a ruthless killer like yourself would give second chances, came a taunt.
Sacred didn't succumb to it, and merely tightened his grip in warning. You can be sure that it's your last, he snapped before letting go. He turned around swiftly, bending over to pick Kaname up. The Exile gently held the brunette around his hip and lifted him up. With Kaname semi-draped over his shoulder, he proceeded to walk in the direction where no other werewolves were blocking his path.
Skarre let out a hiss as he regained his composure on all fours. He shook off the snow caught in his fur, eyeing the Exile sauntering away. The vampire was whispering something to Sacred, but the sound of his harsh breathing from anger defeaned him. He ground his teeth hard, feeling that he had been rediculed in front of his pack. He was the leader, and he will not be bested by some amateur impure filth.
KILL THEM! The order howled through the air.
Sacred, recognising the language, glanced behind him for a split second before propelling himself forward with his strong hind legs. Kaname yelped out a little at the sudden change of pace, reflexively grabbing a fistful of the other's fur to stabilise himself. Sacred kept his arm around him, which aided him greatly, or else he might've simply fallen off.
It didn't take long for the pureblood to register the on-goings. From his angle, he could see the advancing pack. He couldn't understand the werewolves' conversation, but that didn't matter at the moment. They had to get out of this alive, and to Zero.
"Sacred, move me onto your back," Kaname said through grit teeth. He knew his current position was hindering the Exile's ability to run at his best. His only warning was a grunt emitting from Sacred before the pureblood felt his body being jerked upwards. It was enough leverage for him to, though excruciatingly painfully, reposition himself that his body was prone on the other's back. His fingers tightened around the thick scruff, knowing it wouldn't hurt his partner.
Immediately, Sacred was dashing through the woods at a furious speed. He avoided and ducked between trees swiftly, the thick snow on the ground hardly providing any resistance. Kaname looked over his shoulder where the other werewolves were, chasing. They weren't nearly as fast, but they were starting to flank the both of them.
In his head, the pureblood calculated their odds of getting out of this. Truth be told, he had not been having proper sustenance of blood. Without a doubt, he didn't want to take it from Zero often, but neither can he take it from Sacred or risk suffering the adverse effects that were still unknown. Though there were plenty of others he could have probably taken from, he refused. Only the blood of a loved one can provide the satisfaction, anyway.
Knowing Sacred, the Exile would have been able to deal with this pack alone. However, he knew it was because of him that he wasn't staying to fight like he usually would. The crossbreed never ran from a fight. It was only because he knew that Kaname would be at risk of being killed in the process. He doubted Skarre was an individual to play things fairly.
Kaname gritted his teeth. Sacred can't be running forever, and they had to get to Zero as soon as possible, without leading the pack to the bearer.
Raising his arm, he focused his powers into the distance.
All of a sudden, the snow on the side of the nearest mountain started to form a large crack, big enough to be witnessed from where they were. Momentarily stunned, Sacred paused in his tracks. Even the werewolves giving chase stood still in their tracks, ears raised on their ends on alert. All of them watched as the snow started to shatter and crumble on the mountainside to their left.
"Run!" Kaname yelled.
Heeding his partner's cry, Sacred steered to the right and began sprinting through the woods in the direction opposite to the avalanche heading their way. The werewolves at the back started to howl in terror and of the danger, turning tail to flee from the disaster. This successfully dropped the pursuit on them.
Kaname looked over his shoulder where the avalanche supposedly was. He hadn't meant to scare the Exile, if he did, but he had known all along that they weren't in any form of danger. At the base of the mountain was a ditch where the snow would've collected, leaving them perfectly safe from it. The trick worked on the werewolves, and that was sufficient for now.
"We have to get back to where Zero is," Sacred heard the urgent tone amidst the echoes of snow rumbling down the mountainside. The crossbreed need not require being told that again.
-As one-
"Kaname! Sacred!" Zero's voice shouted the moment he saw the two emerge from the woods. Treading through the snow, he headed in the direction of where his partners were, panick written all over his face. "What in the world happened?" He half-stuttered, shocked to see the state Kaname was in. The scent of blood even before seeing them had him on edge already. He had never in his life seen the pureblood this hurt, save the occasional rough spar with the crossbreed. Even then, his wounds were never as brutal as this.
"Some werewolves broke through the Gate Wall – they're after you," the brunette explained briefly. Forcing a smile, he continued: "I'm fine. It's just a scratch."
A grunt from Sacred said otherwise, and that had Zero glaring at the brunette.
"Come on, we have to get that dealt with," the hunter urged as he led the way back to the cave.
When they were in the warmer interior of the cave, Sacred lowered himself carefully as Zero took Kaname's uninjured arm and threw it over his shoulder. He gently hoisted his lover off the crossbreed's back.
"Careful..." Kaname uttered out, in which Zero rolled his eyes to.
"If you're saying that to me, I'm perfectly alright. This isn't hindering me the least bit," the hunter scoffed, referring to his middle. In true fact, Zero wasn't going through any difficulties a full-term mother would. Hell, his abdomen was no bigger than a woman at sixteen weeks. He could still easily maneuver around. "So what's this about the werewolves and trying to get me?"
"They're after your status as a bearer," Sacred's voice sounded. The two vampires looked over at the Exile who had morphed into his humanoid form. The Exile shook his head a little, ridding his hair of the snow. "The leader of the pack is Skarre. He is part of my alpha female's pack."
Zero hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Sacred seemed to keep called his mother the 'alpha female', rather than the suited way of addressing. Nevertheless, he nodded. Both Sacred and Kaname had warned him about situations like these – about the possibility that some random persons might try to kidnap him or something. Though personally, he had been pretty smug about it. He was definitely not some princess waiting to be saved; he'd made that clear with the two of them.
"Or used to be," Kaname added, wincing as he was being placed on the sheets that had been left on the ground. "He claimed to have split from your mother's pack because of the dispute regarding Zero. Without a doubt, he intends to claim Zero as his own."
"That's just bullshit," Zero retorted back as he undid the brunette's top. He carefully peeled the shirt aside, cringing a little at some of the blood that had already crystalized in the cold. Kaname hadn't seemed too bothered about it, but his breathing was uneven, which made the bearer quite uneasy. "Looks like you've got broken ribs..." He paused, recalling something. "You haven't been drinking, have you? The blood tablets, even."
"I'll be fine. Just give it a day or two," the pureblood.
A day or two. That had been an incorrect time-frame for Zero to register. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a minute or two. That alone had Zero furious. Ever since he could remember being on the estate, Kaname very rarely took his blood, or vice versa. Zero had lost the thirst for blood, and they deduced it was probably due the werewolf blood neutralising the vampiric side of him. Kaname was a whole different story.
Zero started to undo the coat he was wearing, pulling the zip down to the level of his chest. The moment Kaname saw that, he averted his gaze.
"Don't, Ze-"
"I'm not leaving you in this state," the hunter said firmly. "You haven't drank in ages, and you're not in a position to argue." He knelt before Kaname and pulled the collar of the shirt he wore aside. "Drink some at least. It'll put my mind at ease a little."
Kaname hated that fact that he would do anything for Zero. The pureblood glanced over at Sacred, eyes hinting the other for some backup. He truly wasn't in any form of danger despite the injuries. Kaname just needed some time for his body to mend itself, that's all.
Sacre noticed it, of course. But deep inside, he had to agree with Zero. Even during their normal spars, Kaname was tough an resilient. However, he could tell that the vampire wavered at times, though not often. Seeing the usually flawless pureblood like this made Sacred uneasy.
"Kaname?" Zero called out softly, catching the attention of the two brunettes. "You don't have to take much. I'll be fine. I don't have to take blood, remember?"
Hazel eyes softened and closed. In the end, Kaname gave in with a sigh. Slowly, but surely, leaned over to take in the scent of his partner. Zero let him, tilting his head away so the other could have better access.
The hunter stiffened for a brief moment upon feeling the hot breath against his skin. It had been a while since they had done this. Knowing that it was Kaname, though, he placed his heart and mind at ease. Even with the sensation if fangs and tongue dragging across, it only made him shudder in anticipation, and the growing urge to be bitten. His neck ached like an itch waiting to be scratched, and Zero encouraged his partner by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling Kaname close.
A fang of his making a small cut on the skin below was all it took for the pureblood to fully give in. Zero's scent had always overwhelmed him since the start, and every minute smell of blood drove his senses wild. Only Zero's blood could cause this reaction and this yearning. Sliding his fangs through the skin, Kaname let out a low groan of satisfaction while Zero gasped out. His lover's delicious cry merely urged him on, and the brunette skillfully started drawing blood.
The taste and sensation of the life essence was heaven for the vampire. His heart was racing equally with Zero's pumping in sync. He had only taken two small gulps, but Kaname resisted the urge to drink more. Though, he was sure Sacred would intervene if he went overboard.
Pulling away just enough to be able to take his fangs out, the pureblood licked away at the puncture wounds affectionately. Zero was left shuddering in his wake after the bite. Usually there was much to expect after being bitten, but the hunter knew it wasn't the time to be fooling around. Danger was lurking about, and they had to do something about it.
"Thank you," the pureblood uttered softly in appreciation.
Zero snorted. "Idiot. It's not something you have to thank me for." He brushed aside the brown bangs shielding the other's face, giving a small smile. Out of the corner of his eyes, he witnessed the brunette's chest expand slightly under the shirt, returning to its normal shape. The bite marks were gone, leaving the skin smooth and unmarred as it normally was.
As rarely as he did it, the crossbreed mentally sighed. Kaname still held himself with high pride, and coupled with the fact that he didn't want to bring any harm to Zero, let himself take on all burden. Sacred was sure he had addressed that issue some time ago, but bad habits died hard, as they said. Anyway, Zero was the only one who could truly move the pureblood and convince him to do things. Sacred himself wasn't the enforcing type.
The Exile's senses perked up. His hearing picked up sounds which a normally calm forest wouldn't make, and his acute sense of smell caught scents that were foreign to this land. It was getting stronger by the second.
"We have to go," Sacred spoke all of a sudden, tensed. He didn't want to interrupt his partners' moment, but he had to.
Kaname and Zero glanced up at the Exile who was staring at the cave's enteryway with his eyes narrowed. It was blazing crimson. Sacred was growling under his breath. "The pack is nearby; I can smell them."
Postnote:
I'm not making Kaname look weak on purpose. Really. I mean, considering the on-goings, I'm sure Kaname wouldn't want to take Zero's blood if possible. The future chaps will definitely turn this around, of course.
Howling (Sacred and Kaname) will be written after this. Alongside with completing Flower (haha). At this point, I'm sure you're like 'wtf? When did the two get all goody-goody?'. Howling will have it all. In the meantime, I'm sorry that you have to accept how they are with each other now without knowing what had happened :(
Another aspect I would probably have to address is that sometimes my sentences are translated, or structured in like Japanese. It's not an excuse to be delivering odd sentences, but I have a tendency to do it. For example:
"You haven't been drinking, have you? The blood tablets, even."
If I were to rephrase it into the 'english' way, I'd probably have made it: "You haven't been drinking, or taking blood tablets, have you?"
Now that I've pointed it out, you've noticed, yeah? :D Haha. Hence, If my sentences seem weird or a little disconnected, it's probably because I had adapted the Japanese sentence structure. I apologise if it makes reading the fiction complicated or weird.
Lastly, if you've made it reading til this far, I gratefuly thank you. Regardless of whether you had enjoyed, disliked, found it a bore or not to your taste (anymore), I thank you for reading anyway. I welcome constructive criticism, but I will ignore those who had wasted their time complaining about how this fic should be reported, how they hate the mains being with an OC, how this is like Twilight. That latter would probably the biggest insult to me. I can write up an entire composition of the differences between Twilight and Desert Rose/As one. Trust me, I can.
Pardon my language: but not every story with a human, vampire and werewolf love triangle is fucking twilight. I'm sure there are others out there with this similar genre that is good, and not called Twilight.
Long story short: If you don't like someone's story, just please, please, please, DON'T READ IT. No one's interested in your useless banter. I'm not.
With that, I bid you all goods day to come.