Music of Choice: Vampire Waltz - Hannah Fury

Chapter 3 - Dreams of Blood

Rage tossed and turned in his bed, ready to rip his sheets apart. The image of the girl wouldn't leave his mind, leaving a dark imprint in the wrathful Douji's memory. No mattered how he situated himself, he couldn't remain comfortable for more than a few minutes.

Sitting upright, the Douji ran a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated. The way she looked at him with eyes like a predator's, ever so silent and watching him. Just watching.

Nicholas Strensky was hiding something, that much was sure. He knew he had seen the girl with his own eyes, but even when he had seen her the man still denied her exsistence to him. There was something about her that he didn't want to reviel to the two of them, and Rage wanted so much to find out what it was.

Closing his eyes, he let himself fall back onto the pillow, desperately wanting to fall asleep.

A dark room. The russet red haired girl sat facing away from him. Instead of the sundress she wore earlier, she wore a gown made of the petals of bloody roses. She made not a noise nor a movement, as though she were focused on something. The Douji simply stared, shivers running down his spine. There was something about her, something hidden about her.

"Who are you?" he asked, barely managing to speak.

"You tell me," her voice stated. "Friend or foe?"

"Pardon?"

"Friend or foe? What are you to others?"

"I'm Rage. Who are you?"

"I am called many things. I am the Pontianak, the Tlahuelpuchi. I am a child of the night and the blood of your children." Standing, she turned towards him and began to walk. Her onyx eyes seemed to glow with the green that encircled them. Petals fell from her dress with every step she took, showing more and more of her pale flesh.

Rage became incapable of moving as she pressed her hands up against his chest, sharp nails tearing away the flimsy shirt. His breath became ragged and heavy, feeling the soft skin press up against his.

Throwing him with his back against her bed, she slowly began to crawl over him."Will you judge me as others have judged me? Burn me with fire or pain me with silver?" she asked, straddling her hips over his groin.

His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, peeling away the dress of petals. "Will you tear my heart from my chest as many before you have?" The press of her bare body against his drove him to near insanity, feeling her sharp fingernails scratch themselves into his back. He threw his head back in ecstasy, his breath leaving him in deep breaths. Rage let out a moan as he felt her teeth sink into him, breaking through his faux skin.

She gazed up at him, lips glistening with bright red blood. "Will I have to tear yours from you?"

Rage snapped his eyes opened, jumping out of his bed. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, clothing plastered tightly to his skin. He shivered slightly, trying to steady his breathing. The image of the girl wouldn't leave his mind, blood dripping from her lips onto her chest, the dress of rose petals falling from her succulent curves.

He had to know her. He had to see her. Maybe he could release her from his mind then.

Quickly dressing in a Donnie Darko shirt and black skinny jeans, he quietly snuck from his bedroom and crept his way to the front door. If Fussa found him sneaking out again, he'd definately never hear the end of it. The last time he had snuck out of the abode was when to see an Otep concert, and they were making an exclusive stop in Tokyo. He had gotten the front row tickets from a co-worker of Fussa's, but his Master had been dead-set determined on him not going.

Closing the front door behind him, the wrathful Douji took off down the street, his sneakers striking the pavement. Rage sprinted down the street towards the neighborhood that held the girl, not once daring to stop until he could see the Western styled house.

The darkened household appeared to have its residents tucked away and sleeping the night away. Creeping closer, he could see something flickering against the shades of a room, possibly her room. Looking around, he tried to figure out a way that he could sneak in. Going in through the front door was outright rejected. He didn't know where Nicholas slept. That was a mistake he didn't want to make.

Jumping, he gripped the edge of the lower roof and climbed his way up, careful to not make a noise. Barely making a sound, he walked closer to the flickering window.

A rustling of the curtains made Rage freeze, thinking he might be caught in the act. Instead, little Armageddon jumped up on the windowsill, pawing at the glass. He gave of a sigh of relief, slightly happy for the fact that it was only the tiny kitten.

Armageddon's amber eyes stared at him for a moment, watching him intently. Then, like he wasn't there at all, the kitten jumped away from the windowsill and dissapeared behind the curtain.

Crawling closer, Rage looked to see if he could spot her. Through the small openings in the curtains( courtesy of Armageddon) he could see a couple candles flickering away on a nightstand and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a baby grand piano with the lid closed.

But no girl.

Pressing his hands against the glass, Rage quietly slid the window open. It was a miracle that it was unlocked. Just barely having enough room to crawl through, the wrathful Douji let himself crawl through the opening. Hiding in the curtains, he quickly closed the window behind him, for a reason he couldn't fathom.

Turning past the curtains, the Douji was met with a sharp blade at his throat. It was a european style gothic dagger, embelished with black diamonds and blood red rubies. The weilder of the blade was the girl herself, holding Armageddon in the crook of her opposite arm, the little kitten purring away contently.

"What have we here?"

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