I finally figured out a plot to this story and I realised I had to make a bunch of OC's for the 'vampire hunters' but since I don't want to make any OC's I've decided that I'll bring in characters for Sekaiichi Hatsukoi to fill in the gaps but that'll be later on in the fic.
I keep getting a lot of activity on my account lately since a lot of people are following and favouring either me or any of my fics (thank you by the way) so that's why I'm writing now. I am really busy though so I will try to upload as much as I can until I'm free from high school in June.
Sorry to make you all wait. XP
Once morning hit, Takahiro left to pick up Misaki's clothes back at their home. He knew it wasn't a good idea to leave his kid brother with someone he's met only once, but he had no other option.
Their home was located in one of the highest districts for vampire activity but it was the only one they could afford right now. During the day Misaki would definitely be caught and at night, his scent would bring many unwanted guests. His only option was entrusting his best friend with protecting his little brother since his condo was in a safe neighbourhood.
Last night was possibly one of the most horrible nights for Takahiro. The anxiety he felt when Misaki never returned home before nightfall and the horror when he heard his brothers screams from outside.
Without thinking, he ran outside after hearing Misaki's screams to find him lying in an alley outside their small home covered in his own blood.
Lifeless eyes looked back at him, almost pleading for help. It didn't matter to him what Misaki would become at the time, He wasn't leaving him to suffer like that.
Takahiro looked down the alleyway where he found Misaki crying in pain last night, his blood littered the concrete floor and the brick walls.
Looking closely, he could see footprints imprinted from the blood leading to further into the alleyway.
The footsteps were too big to be Misaki's. It seemed his attacker lingered around Misaki long enough for his blood to pool around him before leaving him.
Not wanting to stand around any longer, he started to walk back to the house, thinking about his changed brother.
Misaki seemed...different. He looked the same, minus the fangs and red irises, and he seemed to act the way he usually does, shy and innocent at times but happy none the less. He couldn't explain it, but something was definitely off with the way he reacted around Usagi-san.
Overall, Misaki was beyond both the brother's and the author's expectations. He was nothing like what they were warned about when it came to any information about fledglings, saying they were more aggressive and more blood thirsty than vampires, but Misaki was...normal. Aside from the fact that he was much stronger and faster, he was exactly the same person. Almost.
The government was definitely hiding something from the rest of the world if they told everyone vampires and fledglings were dangerous if this was what misaki was like after the change.
Misaki stood near the floor to ceiling windows in Usagi-san's living space, looking out to the world around him.
He was just mindlessly watching the sun rise above the tall buildings of Tokyo, enjoying the soft glow of warm rays of colour, seeing the light glow between the cracks of shadowy buildings and lighting the streets around him.
As if in a trance he walked closer to the window and reached out to place his had on the glass, only for his skin to burn and snatch it back quickly.
Looking away from the window, he looked at his hand to see smoke rise from the burn marks littered across his palm. He listened as the skin sizzled from the heat and stood shocked as his hand quickly started to heal without a trace of previous injury.
It was almost heartbreaking for Misaki. He loved going outside. The feeling of the warm rays of sunshine on his skin and cherry blossom viewing when it was in season. He loved to sit under a tree and watch the soft pink petals flutter around him as though they were dancing around in the light breeze.
"I'm thinking of installing black out blinds..." Usagi-san's voice cut misaki off from his thoughts. "...It would be better for you so you wouldn't have to walk around worrying about getting burned."
Usagi walked over to Misaki as he was speaking and took in the boys appearance. Misaki turned around to look out the window again and ignored Usagi, a feeling of longing radiating from him.
Misaki could go outside on a cloudy day if he wanted to, but it would be painfully obvious that he wasn't human to anyone who sees him. The long fangs and the red eyes would be a dead give-away.
Usagi looked up at Misaki once more, only to notice the boy staring at his neck.
Misaki didn't notice Usagi was watching him and continued to let his gaze linger on that succulent neck in front of him. He could almost see the vein moving in consistent time with the authors heartbeat and wondered what it would be like to sink his teeth in, break open the skin and taste that beautiful crimson that would surely quench his thirst.
From the minute Misaki sat beside the older man, the scent emitting from him made the fledgling feel weak. The authors blood smelled better than any feast the teen ever had and he would be lying if he said he didn't want a taste.
The only thing stopping him was the worry and fear that he wouldn't be able to stop and end up draining Usagi dry.
After finally tearing his gaze away from Usagi's neck, he looked up to see the older man looking at him with an amused smirk on his face.
"Want a taste, Misaki?"
Misaki reddened at the suggestive comment. Was that some sort of innuendo? Misaki couldn't tell if Usagi was wanting him to bite or...he reddened even more at his own thoughts.
Usagi was walking on thin ice. He knew he shouldn't tempt the boy for his own safety, but the look on his face when he was staring was just too good. It was almost as if the boy in front of him was in heat.
The way his eyes fell into a half lidded state and biting his bottom lip with one of his fangs, the blood drawn from the bite going unnoticed.
The blush was the best part. It was incredible that Misaki could still blush with the minimal amount of blood left inside of him but the pale skin heightened the look of those rosy cheeks.
Usagi stalked closer to the boy but stopped when he looked at the sight of the blurred image in front of him. The author looked to the left after hearing a loud thud followed by a small moan. Misaki, not aware of his own speed yet, fell to the floor after trying to get away from Usagi-san only to use to much speed and have a face full of flooring.
"Usagi-san, what the hell are you doing?!"
Misaki looked up to see Usagi laughing.
"It's not my fault you cant control yourself."
The author laughed more at Misaki's pout. How could such a deadly creature be this cute.
Usagi only stopped laughing when he saw the changeling clutch at his stomach in pain.
He was starving.
After thinking for a moment, Usagi-san walked away from Misaki and went over to the phone. If misaki needed blood. He was going to get it, one way or another.
Picking up the receiver and dialling a well known number, Usagi waited patiently for the voice of his childhood friend.
"Hiroki? it's me..."
Misaki cut out the conversation Usagi-san was having over the phone and looked out of the window again.
Not having the energy to get back off the ground, he sat cross legged on the floor and let his mind wander. Flashbacks of the night before flooded his thoughts like the pool of his own blood flooding the cracks in the cold concrete floor. The feeling of dying was not one he wanted to experience again.
Misaki would have taken dying completely over this any day. This was not living. It was just surviving.
He remembered everything that happened not even 24 hours ago. The feeling of bring ripped apart slowly, the feeling of the temperature around him dropping with every ounce of blood leaving his system. The feeling of his attackers teeth sinking deep into his neck.
It was excruciating.
Not once had Misaki thought he was in any danger with the aid of the person he admired. He felt safe even with the sun falling further into nightfall. It wasn't until the sun finally set that the beast woke and came out to attack.
How was he able to know that the one he looked up to was one of them. The eyes never gave it away, nor did the exposure to sunlight. There was no reason for Misaki to ever suspect a thing.
It did open questions for him though. If he was ever able to walk in the sunlight again, have the red eyes fade back into the emerald they were meant to be. He knew it was much more to it than simply waiting to see if it would happen naturally.
Misaki wanted to ask how he did it at the time, ask why he did what he did, but his attacker raced into the darkness to hide after hearing Takahiro cry out. His brother was searching for him, so with all the strength he could muster he screamed out to the older Takahashi until he was finally found. After that, everything went black.
"Misaki?"
Misaki turned around at Usagi-san's calling in question and noticed that the man was finished the phone call and stalking up to the teen sitting by the window.
"W-what is it, Usagi-san?"
Usagi paused for a while, contemplating how he should say this before he crouched down to Misaki's level.
"A couple of people are coming over. They will probably...freak out when they see you, but keep in mind that they might be able to help you in a way."
Misaki looked skeptical for a moment, unconvinced that he would get 'help' with this.
"What do you mean by help?"
The older man stared at the fledgling for a moment before sighing heavily and answering back to the boy who was, once again, staring at his neck.
"They might be able to help get some blood for you to drink without having to sink your teeth into someone's neck."
Misaki looked into the older man's eyes at that. Doubt still lingered in those crimson irises but there was also underlying relief portrayed in them. Relief that he wouldn't have to tolerate this hunger for much longer.
So they waited for their expected guests to arrive.
Misaki staring out the window once again getting lost in his thoughts and Usagi-san quietly observing the fledgling in the background.
After thinking about their predicament. Usagi picked up his laptop and opened a new document. He thought more, thinking if it was wise to do this. He decided to use this to his advantage in his writing skills and write a new story about any thing he understands about the fledgling. It was risky, but necessary in a way. To let everyone really know what its like to be around a blood thirsty killer.
He started to type after he thought of an almost appropriate title.
True Blood Lust.
Sorry if the story is a little boring right now. I'm just trying to build up the plot a little before introducing the main part of the story.
Please review (cause I love reading them) and I'll probably write more if I get more people following my stories (reason why in writing now really.)
I'll also write chapters for my other fics this week then I'll have two weeks of work to do in school and write after that before my exam leave starts.
Thank you for reading x
