A/N: Please R&R! And special thanks
to my first reviewer, I used what I learned in school to avoid cliches and abstractions. There's also some COD reference in there.
I do not own Hetalia, or the following quotes:
"...I am a gazelle..." -Number 5
(Umbrella Academy)
"You don't want my soul, it probably tastes like vodka," -Nikolai Belinsky
(Call of Duty)
I also don't own the song "Blood" by My Chemical Romance, which I have a songfic for as part of the chapter.
Characters used:
Wang Yao- China (or Vamp!China in this story, I know it's very OOC)
Alexandru- Romania (I gave him that name because it's the first name that showed up when I googled 'Romanian names' and it sounds like a stereotypical vampire name.)
Chapter Two
I Am a Gazelle
Bloodlust
I want some blood, blood, gallons of the stuff.
Give me some, and I will drink, but I don't know if I could stop.
Just give me blood, blood, blood.
It's so tasty that I won't leave Yao a drop.
I Spy Dinner
Alexandru, wake up aru, Yao poked my shoulder several times with what I assumed was his toe. He should have been sitting on the branch above the one I was resting on. My limbs dangled off as I lay on my belly on the sturdy branch. Neither of us cared about camouflage. We were faster than the speed of sound, but not quite as fast as the speed of light, for we would have been converted into energy centuries ago. And if anyone were to give our position away, it would be Yao.
On a pitch black night like this, why would I be sleeping? I told him groggily. On a pitch black night like that, my arms dangling off the tree like prank-toilet paper wouldn't be as noticeable as Yao's ghost-girl-getup.
I want some blood, blood, gallons of the stuff, I sang. Yao kept pestering me, but when I glanced at him, it turned out that he was hanging upside down like a bat and poking me with a blunt twig.
Alexandru, stop acting like a plastic bag and tell me if you smell it too, he stopped poking me. I smell the forest, I told him. The twig gently touched the back of my head. Do you mean the smell of rotting flesh? I asked him.
I don't find your sarcasm amusing, Alex, he pouted. I leaped from my branch and landed crouching on top of the one he was hanging from. I wasn't being sarcastic, Yao, I said imitating his tone.
The zombies are everywhere aru, he sighed, the time will come when they will wipe out the humans, and if that happens, we are going to starve to death aru.
Death? I asked.
Double death? That doesn't seem like the right term aru. Nonexistence, he corrected.
It would suck if we drained out all the blood banks, I said to him.
I agree aru. And I am dying for some fresh human blood, he said, followed by an awkward pause. And then we both snicker. No pun intended, we told each other. Immortality could get so boring that it became that sad.
Alex, the smell, he reminded me.
Da, I can smell it, I replied.
Not the forest? Not the zombies? He asked.
Da, I sniffed the wind, Human.
Fire and Ice
It's not diamonds.
Nor crystal.
Nor marble.
It feels like perfectly normal flesh, minus the color.
Minus the body heat.
Our skin is pale and cold.
But we don't sparkle.
Expose me to the sun and I melt.
But not Yao.
He always carries a wok or an umbrella, and my hat is too tiny for the job.
The Prey
Shall we make the grand entrance, Yao? I asked.
Wait until the victim approaches aru, he suggested.
The scent became stronger every second. It was the aroma of human, alcohol, and gunpowder. Yao leaned closer towards the prey's direction. As the silhouette of a frail being paced towards our tree, I got ready to plant my feet on the ground, and make a sneak attack. Of course, he looked frail in our eyes. A fellow mortal would have thought he was intimidating.
Three meters aru, Yao warned and I immediately jumped out.
Ratatatatatatatata went the machine gun.
That was a headshot, da? Our prey laughed to himself. With all the undead out here, I shouldn't be wasting my ammo for one.
I didn't bother to dodge the bullets. My head, I groaned, it tickles. I straightened my posture and put a smile on my face, yet the mortal didn't cringe.
You're no ordinary human aru, Yao was behind the mortal in a flash, ready to take a bite out of his neck. Yao, wait! I stopped him, Don't hog all the blood to yourself!
So you're not zombies? It seems like it, The mortal kept smiling, Yao constrained him with his arms behind his head.
Of course not, I told him, we are creatures of the night, with fangs that glisten even under the pitch black skies. Yao rolled his eyes, Alexandru, the monologue isn't necessary.
I'm just quoting you on the last time we found a victim, I laughed. Vampires could really get that bored.
We don't reek of decomposing meat, but radiate the scent of embalming fluid and an even number of roses, I continued. Not all of us have the same weaknesses, but we have a common thirst for human blood. You see, mortal, we have come to take every drop of blood out of your system, to satisfy our desire, maybe even eat your soul...
The human did not show any signs of fear, he smiled and said that if you want my blood, you two better share. But you might not want my soul. It probably tastes like vodka.
Oh, mortal, I said to him, now I want it even more.
Alex! Enough monologuing and begin the hunt aru!
Huh? Clueless mortal.
We instinctively hissed, lunged, and attempted to bite, but we each took a hit. And we missed.
No ordinary human, indeed.
Maybe
Have you encountered a vampire before?
Maybe.
Have you slain one before?
Maybe.
What is your name?
Ivan.
The truth?
Yes, and yes.
Are you lying?
No.
The Gazelles
They're fast, too fast for me to catch up. I am feared, I can kill. The predator after its prey, no. I am the prey. But I refuse to be vulnerable.
I will kill them.
But they are the gazelles, they know where to go for safety.
I do not belong out in the open, but there are others after me.
A/N: So, what do you think? It's a bit OOC. Any thoughts on Romania's crack monologue?
