Well here's chapter 2. I know I said there wouldn't be chapters but I inspiration bopped me in the head and was like here write this. So yeah I wrote it and here it is.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Soul woke up to an empty hotel room, throat rubbed raw with thirst. He didn't remember falling asleep. One minute Maka was talking to him and the next minute black. He had blacked out.
That damn bitch knocked him out!
Groaning he tried to sit up. Hs senses driven to the brink as his throat hurt with each movement. Feeling around his eyes, he felt the tell-tale veins around his eyes that showed just how thirst he actually was. The room was shrouded with a veil of red, his senses on overload at the lack of blood in his system.
Glancing around the room he noticed a small fridge that a delicious smell was coming from. Opening it up revealed two blood bags and a large raw steak still dripping with blood. It literally felt like someone was stabbing him in the throat at the sight of so much blood but when he reached for it his hand rebounded against some forcefield or something.
Those vamp slaying lessons would have come on handy right about now.
Something white flashed at the bottom of the plate the raw steak was sitting on. Cautiously Soul picked it up and read the curling script.
DRINK UP LITTLE VAMPIRE.
Reaching out tentatively for the bags again he waited for the force field to rebound his hand back. Instead his hand curled around the crinkling foil. Saliva dripped down his chin as he realized his thirst would finally be quenched. Ripping into the bag he swallowed it down without thinking about what, or more accurately WHO, he was drinking. Ripping into the second bag,he was more reckless, the borrowed blood dripped down is chin as he tried to gulp it down as quickly as possible.
The steak was gulped down just as quickly as the bags and all that was left was a sparkling white plate, licked clean by a certain blood thirsty boy.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sighing in content. It all felt so much better. It was just enough to make the intense burning of his throat go away and leave him alone. Red caught his eye and he glanced down to see the back of his hand covered in blood.
Blood.
Whose blood was in those bags? Soul started to panic, recoiling from his own hands at the mere thought of what he had just done. Sure his thirst was gone but at whose cost? He scrubbed his hands until all traces of the blood was gone.
"Glad that's over with. Now where's that bitch?" Soul glanced around the small room and immediately knew she wasn't in here.
The roof. Some sixth sense, lets call it instinct, whispered to him.
Soul walked out the door, leaned over the rail and looked up into the black night sky towards the roof. Distant noises were reaching his ears from up there.
Now how am I supposed to get up there. He thought. Oh, well duh. Vampire now. I can just climb.
Climbing up onto the railing he jumped up to grab the next railing, putting all his strength into. Soul was sent flailing into the air, past his previous destination and sailing onto the roof, a loud crack following him into the air.
He landed back first on the roof. If he had been human he would have been winded and down for a couple minutes. As it was he scrambled up immediately as something crashed near his head.
"Glad you could join us, little one." Maka was in a low crouch next to him, grinning maniacally. Her usually green eyes were huge in her face, the pupils small black points far away, as a twisted smile did nothing to make her face more attractive.
"Stop calling me tha-!" He was barreled into the hard asphalt of the roof, Maka clutching his shoulders and on top of him. She rolled off, dodging another blurring missile.
"Come one Vutori, you were once one of them. You must know how to fight them." She cracked over her shoulder, turning just in time to flip over another missile and race off towards the vampire hunter.
The hunter had raven-hair pulled into a high ponytail. She was a tall girl with pitch black eyes that blended into the night. She was wearing a pale yellow japanese dress with a slit up the sides to allow for movement. She moved as a blur in the night as she gracefully launched projectile after projectile at the speeding blonde vampire coming after her.
Soul blinked in confusion. "Tsubaki?"
Maka launched herself at the girl when she got close enough, her fangs shooting out of her gums. She didn't intend to drink from this girl but they were her best weapon. The Vutori slid underneath Maka, who in her haste may have overshot her launch just a little. Rolling to a stand still, she eyed the girl standing between her and her new frozen pupil.
"Soul." She barked. "Now is not the time to freeze up on me." The girls eyes widened in surprise and she whipped around to the vampire she had been previously ignoring. Maka narrowed her eyes in confusion. This girl was a Vutori, she had to have noticed another vampire was present. So why did she look so surprised?
"Soul?" Her voice rang with disbelief and she clutched one of her katanas tighter, her knuckles going white from the death grip she had it in.
"Hi Tsubaki."
"You two know each other?" Maka asked in confusion, looking quickly between the two.
"You're one of them?" Tsubaki said offensively and gestured wildly to the vampire behind her.
"It's not what you think! I didn't choose this!" Soul said frantically. He glared at the confused blonde that Tsubaki still had her back turned to.
A hard gleam entered his friends eye. "I have to kill you. You're one of them." He saw Maka move but before he could warn his friend she was on her.
"Now that I can't let you do." Clutching Tsubaki's hands behind her back in a tight grip and pulling her neck to the side in one swift movement Maka had her immobilized. Panic lit up Tsubaki's eyes as she pulled and tugged and realized she couldn't move an inch. She send open last hard glare at her former friend as her fate was sealed and sharp teeth plunged into the pulsing vein in her neck.
She struggled feebly as Maka drained all the blood from her system. Soul was frozen in shock, looking on in horror. Maka had sent a command ringing through his body to not move a muscle and he struggled against the hold on his mind with all his strength as he watched the life drain from his friend but to no avail.
She was dead by the time he was finally released. Maka dropped her lifeless body to the asphalt, blood trickling down her chin slowly. She licked her lips in satisfaction before turning to her shocked compadre. "Rule number one. Never turn your back on the Vampire. Isn't that what they teach you in that silly academy of yours? The DWMA?"
Soul bared his sharp teeth at the menace in front of him filled to the brim with one of the sweetest girls he ever met. "I'm going to kill you." He lunged towards her, heel bent on ripping her head off and burning her right here.
Maka snapped her fingers, disappearing in a puff of smoke. "You can't kill what you can't see." Her voice echoed through the night. Growing fainter with each syllable. "I'll be seeing you around sometime, my little vampire."
Soul fell to his knees next to the cold body of his friend. She was dead.
Tsubaki was dead.
Oh god. BlackStar would be after him next. Add him to his family hunting him down to get rid of the disgrace of having a vampire son and Soul was a dead man walking.
Well technically that was already true.
He would be a dead-er man walking.
Tsubaki's eyes stared up at him coldly. Their usual inky blackness faded to a dark grey never ending night. Dead. She was dead.
But if he closed her eyes just so, she looked to be sleeping. Peaceful.
He left her there knowing the Vutori would be around to collect her body and bring it back to her loved ones for a proper burial. He had to get far far away from here before that happened.
Soul free fell off the side of the building, touching down lightly on the sidewalk this time. Looking up to their still wide open door he saw that someone had crushed the railing down and in towards the walkway.
There was nothing up there for him. He didn't have any possessions so far. Red eyes taking in the vehicles in the parking lot his eyes rested on a cool looking orange motorcycle. Cool. That was a sweet ride.
Soul hopped on, digging around for the spark wires to jump start the beauty to life and escape this crime scene.
Will it to life. That same voice from earlier whispered in his ear.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He whispered loudly. "Great, now I'm talking to air. Hello air." He waved at absolutely nothing, not liking the way his mindset was settling into this new lifestyle. Talking to air was not cool.
Place your hand over the engine and will it to life.
Cautiously Soul placed his hand on the sleek orange engine and asked the thing to work. He asked and asked until he felt absolutely ridiculous sitting there on a strangers bike and trying to will it to work for him.
Don't just ask idiot. Will it. Tell it to turn on for you. The voice barked at him.
Soul glared at the air but tried again. This time he told the bike to turn on ot expecting anything to happen he started to pull his hand away. A force grabbed his hand and slammed it back into the hull covering the engine, denting it in the process. "Woah, watch it bossy." He jumped when the engine roared to life. "Shhh, quiet!" Immediately the engine became a low rumble underneath him.
"Huh. Sweet!" He shifted into gear and sped off into the night, leaving the Vutori far behind.
"BlackStar... It's Tsubaki. She's dead."
"Who did this? I'll kill them. I'll rip 'em to shreds."
A/N
Woah... Totally not where I intended this to go. Did I just kill Tsubaki? I think I did. I'm cruel. I wonder how BlackStar is going to react. Hmmm? youll just have to wait and see.
Well now I know where I'm going with this so I'm thinking ill update on Fridays. That's seems like a good idea to me.
I won't be updating next Friday though because I am going on a trip.
Rule number one: never leave a story without a few reviews.
