A/N: Yes, another D.N.Angel story from Socks. Sorry I keep doing this, instead of updating my other stories. ; Don't worry though! They'll get done, I promise!
Chapter One
Krad despises this holiday. It's meaningless, purely for the sake of kids being on their own, dressed up as strange creatures, and getting free candy from people that they don't even know. There's no special meaning to it, at all. Most holidays have good reason to be celebrated, such as Christmas, Easter, and even July fourth. Halloween has no respect from Krad. None whatsoever.
The door creeks open, turning the blondes gaze to the pair in the doorway. Immediately he sighs and turns away, looking back out the image of the setting sun. Dark pinks and purples, instead of the bright blue that usually is the sky. Everything changes at night, it seems. Inside, and out, nothing is the same as when the sun shines on everyone and everything.
"Daisuke, I said I'm not going." He says firmly.
"But, Kra-ad! We can't go by ourselves!" The younger one pouts.
"Exactly, so c'mon. It's not like you have anything better to do, right?" The blue-haired child adds.
"Satoshi, I'd rather sit here and watch the grass grow, than go out there and listen to a bunch of children scream about how much candy they have, and how scary that one dude's costume is. Get mom to go with you, because I'm not going to."
"But mom said-"
"Like I care! She's not my mother, and you two brats aren't my brothers! Now get out!"
The red-head's eyes slightly glaze over by the harsh words of his foster-brother, but the other seems to shrug off the attack. He knows that he and Krad aren't brothers, and accepts it. The two aren't that close to begin with anyways. Daisuke and Krad, on the other hand, usually get along very well, unless it comes to this specific holiday. Every year Daisuke asks Krad to trick-or-treat with him, and every year, the answer is no. Daisuke has yet to figure out why, but knows it's more than what Krad says the reason is. "It's for stupid kids who think the world revolves around candy." This is what appears to be the blonde's interpretation of the holiday.
Too bad for the angry sixteen-year-old, this year is different from the rest. His foster-mother and father are going out for the night, and now it's mandatory that he goes with his younger brothers. There's no longer a choice in the matter. Just as Daisuke and Satoshi begin to leave, there's a yell from downstairs.
"Krad, you are taking your brothers out, and that's final!" Emiko yelled.
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The blonde grumbles absently as the trio walk down the steps, just as the sun is setting. Already the sounds of laughing and screaming children are filling the small town, and already he's rushing from house to house just to get home all the quicker. Of course, Daisuke and Satoshi are enjoying themselves too much to rush, for they're still on the first house. Taking their time crossing yards, talking, and eating their candy as they collect more.
After merely five or so minutes, the older teen gets bored with walking with his "little brothers," and decides that waiting somewhere away from all of the noise would be best for him. 'If I hear 'Trick or Treat' one more time, I'm going to freaking choke myself with that damned candy!' He yells inwardly.
The alley-way he chooses doesn't end the screams and laughs, but it sure helped enough to calm him down some. It wasn't like it was a damp, dark, creepy alley, like you'd expect. It was well-lit, kids were crossing through, though rarely, and it was basically like the space between two houses. Only difference was that they were buildings. He sighs deeply and leans against the wall of one of the buildings, looking up towards the sky.
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Finally, it's almost over. This holiday that he so deeply despises is coming to a halt after two long hours. But just then, a sudden shiver runs down his spine. Have you ever gotten the feeling that you're being watched? The feeling of a strangers eyes following your every move? Frozen under the gaze of someone who may not even be there? To Krad, it's one of the worst feelings, especially on a night like this.
Just as the thought crosses to bring the kids home, the one light keeping him from the darkness, burns out. 'Just my fucking luck.' Grumbling lightly, he pushes himself off of the wall and begins walking in the direction of Satoshi and Daisuke. He blinks a few times before realizing that they're no where to be found; from where he was anyways. No sign of the little red-head, or the icy-haired kid.
Just as Krad decides to run to find them, a small, warm breeze brushes the back of his neck. Shuddering instantly, he whirls his head around to scan the scene behind him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing to be found. Rubbing the back of his neck, and still facing behind him, he begins to exit the darkened alley once more. 'Aren't breezes usually…cooler? That was almost like…breath…'
A harsh pound on the brick walls turns the blonde's gaze to front and center to see, with wide eyes, a large dent in the side wall with the fist resting in that very place. His eyes move, examining the arm, 'till they reach the face of the owner. Messy, violet hair is left drifting in the small gusts of wind, and redish-purple orbs narrow excitedly. In immediate response to the sight before him, Krad pushes himself against the wall, in the hopes of getting further and further away. A smirk with slightly bared fangs appears to the teen's obvious fear.
Golden eyes begin to glaze over with forming tears, due to the situation at hand. A spark of curiosity appears in the red orbs as their owner raises a simply raises one hand towards the fear-stricken boy. As expected, this action causes a violent twitch, and the forming tears to finally fall. This forces a sinister chuckle from the predator.
"Hello there." The deep voice says.
"…m-master?" The blonde stutters out.
"Master? Either you're saying it out of habit, or you're afraid to get hurt. Could it possibly be both?" He drawls lazily.
"…"
"Does that mean that you're not going to fight this time?"
Once again, the mysterious figure is left without a response. The teen in front of him is frozen due to the cold weather, and pure fear. Taking this as a 'yes,' the smirk on the creatures face widens as he kneels beside the human in front of him.
Krad gazes absently as the colours of the demon's eyes become more vibrantly red, like the colour of blood, or a rose. Take your pick. The glow was bright, yet dull, blinding, yet beautiful. Too much so to even look away from it. The blonde's mind began to spin, and his vision slowly faded to black. Everything around him became duller, and duller, and duller, until nothing more was to be seen. Red eyes reverted to their original state, widening in amusement at the now unconscious figure on the cold alley floor. Humming lightly to himself a very sorrowful, low-beat tune, the demon picks the blonde up into his arms. Then a light wind picks up as black, feathered wings sprout from said demon's back, and he takes flight.
These creatures are similar to that of a vampire, but hold many different qualities. This creature hunts only on all Hallows Eve, and Halloween Night, for they are easier to take down than a vampire, and fear their hunt will be ruined with too many ordinary people. On Halloween, no one would suspect their fangs, strangely coloured eyes, and wings to be abnormal, as most would view it as merely a costume.
No, they do not drink the blood of their victims, but feed off of their positive emotions. They feed to the point of which all there is is sorrow, regret, depression, insecurity, and even the possible suicidal thought. To keep their 'pets' throughout an entire year, this creature will encourage the prisoner, give out a false sense of security for a month or two, before snatching it away, and sucking in the high hopes they had given their victims.
Most of the time, once a new Halloween dawns on the world, they throw their former prisoner back to where they were found, leave them, and look for new, fresh prey. However, some, though rare it is, like to keep certain victims that they've had in the past. The ones that took longer to break down to a purely negative, depressed soul. The humans that continuously help the hope of returning home someday to their families and loved ones. Much to their misfortune, this only keeps them away for longer.
Krad Hikari, was once of the "special" victims of these unnamed creatures.
A/N: So, what did'ja think? Bad? Good? Depending, I might continue this. So, review please!