Rated for: Violence, language, rape (trying to go for implied but I'll put a warning if it isn't), blood, and all those wonderful things. Beware of short chapters

I do not own Lunar Knights. I do own the OCs. Again, thanks to Heliotropium for the nice review.

Chapter 2: Walking Line

Aaron gritted his teeth as the knife was slowly and painfully dragged across his already heavily damaged arm. "You don't plan on screaming this time?" He didn't have the energy to answer, and anyways, having someone sitting on top of him was really not helping. "Aww..come on, you're still not mad about last night are you? I know that was your first time...and if I have my way, not the last." Arms were placed on the sides of Aaron's head, preventing him from looking away, forcing him to stare into blood red eyes. "So, lighten up! Make me some music." Lips were pressed against his own and no amount of struggling would get him free or get that tongue out of his mouth. Playfully, enjoying every damn minute of it, running over his teeth, after probably the longest time, getting out and run that tongue down his neck. "I can feel your heart beating. What does your blood taste like, I wonder?" Unbidden, Aaron couldn't help but shake and the other one chuckled. "As much as I want to, if I kill you, who can I play with later? But still..." A shallow cut on his neck did make him yelp. "I am a little bit hungry, so I just do this." And started licking up the blood. His heart started to pound madly. Aaron was scared, there was no denying it, and he knew that the Vampire would do anything to make him scream or cry.

Last night was living proof of that.

The Vampire sat back up, licking the blood off his fingers and lips. "Your blood tastes good! Say, Aaron, if you stay alive long enough, because I know you humans don't live long, I'd like to keep trying your blood." If his arms weren't tied behind his back, Aaron would have punched him since he couldn't use his Solar Gun. That had been taken care of awhile ago. But... "How...how do you know my name...?" Cruel laughter. "Wasn't that the name your sunflower friend said before I butchered him? I'm sure his last words were...what was it again...?" The Vampire started mimicking Toasty's voice. "'It's a trap! Run for it Aaron!'" The laughing became louder and Aaron wanted to cover his ears, something to make the noise stop...or just something to make the memory of a dear friend being killed right in front of him disappear. "Oh..." The Vampire wiped away tears born from merriment and leaned forward a bit. "I don't believe I've told you my name. It'd be nice if you called me Rntaris." And stood up, taking the knife soaked in Aaron's blood. "Looks like I've got something for the road...hey...if you plan on kicking me, would you mind doing it now?" "What...?" Was Rntaris standing with in reach just because he figured that it was what Aaron was thinking?

"Actually..." Using his foot, Rntaris kicked him in his side, flipping him onto his back and began to untie the ropes. Due to the injuries, they fell to his sides as soon as the rope was undone. Aaron was pushed back face up and Rntaris sat down beside him, licking the blood off the knife. "Well..? Your arms are free, so why don't you take a shot in trying to kill me Aaron? I'm so nice, I'll give you this!" And slipped the knife into his right hand.

He didn't think. The was no thinking needed. It was just human instincts to defend when attacked, be it physical or mental. Aaron forced himself up and jabbed the knife right into Rntaris's heart. Rntaris looked quiet surprised for someone who had been egging on another person to stab him. "Wow..." He watched as the blade was dragged down until finally stopping it. "I didn't think you'd actually do it! Humans are amazing..." Rntaris climbed back onto him, pulling out the knife out of his chest. He leaned in, close enough so that their noses were nearly touching and grabbed a fistful of Aaron's brown hair while doing random cuts on his face. "You look so sweet when you're in pain...but I still haven't heard that scream..." He was getting impatient, jammed the blade right into Aaron's shoulder and tightened his grip on his hair. "Just scream and this will be all over...just once." When the knife started to move back and forward in his shoulder, it was tempting to give in. "...I...I won't...I won't!" Even with defiance, his voice was small and weak. Rntaris sighed and pulled the knife out. "Turn it off. I've lost interest and I'm going to bed. Stick him back in the cells. That's the only thing that stupid centaur did right..." He stood up, staring at Aaron with eyes that he had once thought were blue, a person he though was just a human being attacked by Undead and someone to help, and walked away, "Maybe tonight might be better." as a parting remark.

Something 'clicked' again, and when Aaron turned his head, he realized that this whole thing had been videotaped. "What's going on?!" Clicking sound of boots and someone touched the back of his head, before the person pulled him into their lap, strong arms holding him up. "...who are...you...?" "Nobody really." Besides the voice being male, Aaron didn't recognize it. "I'm sorry." "...why are you sorry...?" This person was new to him, so why 'sorry'? "I'm sorry for not getting this idea out of Rntaris's head. I'm sorry that I can only do one thing to help you..." "...'one thing'?" Slowly, Aaron was lifted off the ground and carried to the door. With his rapidly fading consciousness, it was impossible to tell what this person looked like or hear all of what he was saying. "...to your friend so he can save you."

"Lucian..."

Chapter End

Seems that listening to "Mad World" while writting this does that to me...

See you next chapter!