Chapter Two: Seduction of a sensitive vampire
"Roxas, come on!" Ever since that night where he was changed into a half-ling that only belonged in what seemed like oblivion to him, all Roxas had actually been doing when he lay down to sleep off the hours in the day was dream about his old friends, Hayner, Pence and Olette. Until he actually slept that day, he never quite realised how much he missed his friends. Over the last few weeks, Roxas had become very much in tune with his new abilities, yet he still wasn't quite strong enough to hold his own in a sparring match against the two hundred year old vampire that took him under his wing. He had been great full for the vampire's hospitality yet he knew that Axel was still hiding a few secrets like how he actually found him that night for one.
Pushing himself up out of the makeshift bed he had made for himself upon the cold, hard floor, he managed to push his hair into what he thought was a suitable position. The one thing that Roxas really didn't like about being Dhampir was that he could never look at his reflection once again. Dhampir molecules were always hard for the cool surface to process, deeming them all reflection-less. Roxas wasn't one who was actually into primping himself up for the back show but he did actually want to see how much he had grown since he finally turned seventeen. Now don't believe what you read about vampires and their lesser siblings, Dhampirs in the horror novels of this day and age. Both vampires and dhampirs could actually age but they would never die and their appearances would never actually change when they reached the certain age of masculinity.
Roxas was still waiting to reach his age of masculinity, where he would finally become a creature of the nightlife, one that devoured the passion in the blood of his victims. The longer he seemed to stay with Axel, the more alike they became. On the one hand, Roxas became far more agile and extremely short tempered with his enemies, whilst Axel seemed to become much more subtle in handling the problems that were usually at hand.
Tonight, Roxas had to learn to find a victim that was suitable to his newly acquired tastes. After all, he had a teacher that was possibly one of the experts in the art of seducing his victims – even though, Axel always said that it came naturally if you picked out the right one. Ruffling up the black cloak that he found lying around, he removed his old clothing and placed the robe over his perfectly toned frame. He could put up with the limitations, after all it was nothing for him to take something from a shop using his newly found agility to escape from the security system before it could actually discover that something was missing. Brushing a hand over his unruly mane of pure blonde, he leaped out of the window to meet up with the vampire who was still waiting impatiently outside.
"Man, what took you?" Roxas took one look at the vampire, pointing at the long robe he was now wearing. The vampire chuckled, eerily reminding Roxas of the night he had been turned. Watching as the vampire took to the rooftops, he noticed Axel pull the robe around him closely, obviously trying to keep out the unearthly cold that seemed to devour the land itself. Closing his eyes for a second, he seemed to focus all of his energy into this one simple jump up onto the high roofs above before remembering that the vampire was waiting for him. Opening his perfectly clear crystalline blue eyes, he took one simple leap up onto the ledge, stumbled and nearly fell if it wasn't for the particularly agile flexibility of the vampire who was keeping an eye on him.
"Easy…first timers always misjudge the heights!" He simply said as he yanked the dangling boy up, making him look like he was almost flying as he shot quite high up into the air before finally landing upon the roof itself. Roxas always thought that he never quite had much of a problem feeding but what he didn't actually like was killing off his victim if they ever broke free. He would try his best to make sure that they were always killed off the way they were supposed to but Axel always managed to help by killing off the victim quickly before Roxas could puncture the flesh with his particularly sharp canines. However, Roxas couldn't bear to ever drink the very last drop of blood. He would always wait until the heart slowed to a stop until he would finally cast the corpse into the nearest gutter.
A particularly dangerous smirk crept up on Axels face. The smell of passion filled the air as soft music soured towards their particularly sensitive ears. Tonight was going to be a big feast. One so full of passion that it nearly made him choke with delight right there and then. Turning to his young dhampir apprentice, he made sure that the smirk grew before signalling to Roxas that he had found a catch. Even if the concert full of classical music being sung out by a particularly exquisite female vocalist was going to be a long wait for them to eat, he knew that it was going to be worth at least for a two nights feed. Leaping over to the next building over, he held out a particular strong hand towards his apprentice just in case he lost his balance once again but this time he didn't.
A sense of euphoria reached Axel as the music coursed across the dark skies of the night, filling him with a particularly dangerous feeling to them both. He didn't exactly know what it was yet when he looked back at Roxas, he realised that the feeling was beginning to get stronger. I hope this is just a simple crush, he kept that thought to himself, blocking off his mind from the young dhampir who he had made a mind link with only a few weeks ago when he saved his life from the King of the vampires and the coven that guarded him. Sniffing the air slightly, he marvelled at the passion filled crowd that had gathered outside the orchestral concert. He could pick them all off one by one if he wanted – it would stop him from feeding for at least a whole week, but he knew he couldn't do it. He may have been used to draining a single victim dry but the guilt of at least a thousand, if not more was too much to bear.
The singer herself was a fully developed woman of only twenty-one. A set of perfectly full hips and chest seemed to grace this woman yet he knew he could never get close to someone like that. His stomach grumbled slightly as he already began to feel the taste of her sweet blood upon her lips. It seemed that Roxas, his young apprentice had set his sights upon the young musician playing what looked like a acoustic guitar, the strings playing out notes that seemed to capture the hearts of the audience. Pushing his way towards the stage, he made sure that Roxas was actually following him before resting his head upon the front of the stage, not to far from where the young singer was blasting out a song that he couldn't recognise.
Roxas drew in quite close to him, making the feeling seem worse than what it was. It was forbidden for an outcast like him to actually have feelings for a dhampir like Roxas. He knew it was yet another part of him wanted to grab the blonde boy and kiss him right there and then. Without letting Roxas know what he was doing, he moved away from him slightly, trying to ignore those feelings to shower Roxas with passionate kisses right there and then. The music had finished and the crowds began to leave the stadium. Good, he thought before they each picked out which ones they were going to follow. It seemed that both of their victims were together, as a couple? The two of them would never know, nor would they care as they each sent them into an eternal slumber. At least, that's what he thought.
His stomach knotted up tightly. He knew what he had to do; yet he didn't know if he could do it. It was all too soon for him. Stalking the young guitarist until they finally reached a dark alleyway, Axel was the first to pounce upon the woman, taking her down quickly as her fragile neck became broken from the vampire's ungodly strength. The male yelped and ran, possibly leaving his girlfriend to suffer from a grotesque end. Roxas easily caught up with the male, yet he did nothing to stop him from running away.
"Roxas! Kill him!" He heard Axel bellow from behind, yet he wasn't quite sure if it was a clear demand. He took one more look at the male who had tripped and fell onto the floor, fear reflecting terribly in his eyes, he took off into the skies, seeking shelter upon one of the rooftops. He was in trouble for not killing his victim. He knew he was.
Rage filled him terribly to the point where he felt like he was on fire. Dropping the lifeless corpse he had chose for himself upon the floor, he leapt over to the paralysed male, his brown irises watching as the body of the female hit the floor with a sickening thud. Wrapping his strong hands around the base of the male's neck quickly, he turn the fragile neck viciously to the right, his rage becoming quenched with the sickening snap. Turning his eyes quickly up into the heavens themselves, he silently swore under his breath before leaping up into the rooftops where he would surely find the boy who ran away from what he had to do. Would he listen to the possible excuse that Roxas would come up with? Yet he knew that Roxas wasn't one to tell lies. Maybe something was troubling him?
His rage calmed a slight bit. Sensing out the running apprentice was easy. Jumping over towards the nearest roof top at a ferocious speed, he ran after the slowly disappearing scent of the boy he was trying to reach until he finally found him lying sprawled upon the floor. He had obviously missed another ledge yet he did not rush down to help him up. Instead, he watched as the boy rubbed his head slightly with his hand, not noticing the vampire that was slowly sneaking up on him with his super sonic speed, yet keeping quiet so as not to alert Roxas who could have ran away at any minute if he wanted, he was that fast now. As the boy turned however, the angry vampire grabbed him by the collar of his robe and lifted him up high against the wall.
"What the HELL was that then?" Rage filled his voice, possibly scaring Roxas into telling, yet the dhampir didn't say anything, he couldn't. Axel knew that Roxas had never seen this side of him before. "What was it?" Emotion began to fill Axel's voice yet he kept it quite subtle, only allowing his slowly dying rage to run over it until he felt the blood tears. No, not now! No one actually knew this about him but Axel could also be quite sensitive if not fragile at times. He noticed the fear beginning to build in Roxas eyes, this calming irises beginning to become infused with terror.
"I can't! I can't kill them Axel, I won't!" Roxas choked out against the vampires grip. Axel could pick up on the fear that became infused with his apprentice's voice. Slowly placing him back on the ground, he turned away from Roxas.
"Go…" Axel's voice was weak now, his demands falling on death ears as he felt a cold hand place itself upon his right shoulder, obviously trying to comfort him. "I said go…"
Roxas couldn't even describe the pain that was beginning to build up inside him. Turning away from Axel, he wandered off slowly into the streets, becoming one with the humans that crowded the narrow sideways so freely. Tears filled his eyes. They looked human, yet the tint of crimson told him that they were not. Pushing his way into an alleyway, he broke down upon the floor there and then, his tears forming a tiny stream underneath his slightly puffy face. This had been the only time he had cried in his life except for when he accidentally pushed Olette over once, causing her to cry as well. The memories ate away at him. He never chose to become this, a creature who has to kill these beautiful doe eyed creatures.
He didn't know how long he had been there like that, crying with all of his un-beating heart. Nothing stirred now, except for the crazy ramblings of an old drunkard that had collapsed against the wall. He stayed there for a few hours more, not sensing the vampire that was watching him from afar with blood staining his once perfect eyes. His senses had switched off that much that he never quite realised that the vampire had picked him up now and was taking him back to where they were staying for the time being. It wasn't until he finally wiped at his eyes and noticed the red haired vampire sat down in front of him, his gaze leaning off as if he was in thought. Looking around, Roxas realised that they were back in their current abode.
"Axel?" When the vampire turned away, Roxas truly felt like he was choking when he noticed the vampire turn away from the mention of his name, from him. "Axel…please…" The vampire shifted slightly even more, before finally turning slightly towards him.
"I never told you I had feelings…feelings for you Roxas…its okay if you're freaked out…" Actually this far from freaked out Roxas, completely far from it.
"Its okay…actually I have something to tell you too…I…I think…I have feelings for you as well…" Feeling glad to release at least one secret to the vampire's confession, he shifted over to where the vampire looked at the floor in silence, his hotheaded demeanour dimmed by what had happened.
"Roxas…" He was silenced by a kiss that had been placed upon his forehead as if Roxas wanted to say not to cry, that everything would be okay. The second kiss that came from the blonde however completely took him by surprise as he felt their lips lock together into a long passionate kiss, one he may never forget for as long as he lived.
My pure engel of darkness…
Do not cry…
Do not mourn for something that was never your fault…
Authors note: This was as long as this was meant to be sorry. The last part actually made me cry while I was writing it, I am so fragile at the moment. I also had a little help from the wonderful music of Placebo and Muse. Thankyou for reading my very short AkuRoku fic.
