Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Title: Surrender to Nothing
Author: Jeva
Theme: #31 - Vampire
Characters: Kuroba Kaito
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: I feel like being redundant so: Character Death; also...heh...vampires :D
Disclaimer: All things Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou belong to one, Aoyama Gosho. I don't claim to have created any of these characters...just the tormenting situations I put them in. :D
Summary: He was supposed to be dead.

He could hardly believe it. Even if it wasn't all that odd--especially since he'd just woken up in his own bed, in his own pajamas (a pair of boxers and a t-shirt), with nothing more than a bit of sweat on his brow. Still, it was odd...he could have sworn...but then again--how'd he get home?

Kuroba Kaito continued to blink at his hands as he turned them backwards and forwards, trying to see anything that was out of the ordinary. There was something wrong--he knew there was, and still his eyes were saying he was whole...that there was nothing wrong with him.

He sighed in relief, flopping back onto his bed and flinging one of his hands onto his face, laughing at himself. Just a nightmare. How could he get so freaked out over such a little thing? He lifted his hand again to stare at it--and as if it was a trigger to a memory that had been temporarily locked away, he suddenly caught a flash of white--a gloved hand...a sleeved arm up to the wrist...reaching for--

Kaito drew his arm back to himself in bewilderment.

That...was not just a dream.

He sat up again, staring at his hands again, hoping for another flash of memory. It was dancing at the edge of his mind, teasing him, that memory that eluded him. The one that would tell him why he felt so off--why everything seemed so normal but so strange at the same time.

Then it hit him.

...he had died.

He choked at the realization and frantically flailed for a moment before taking deep breaths, a hand at his neck.

...did he feel something?

...wait, that was it, right?

...no...that was just him shaking.

There wasn't anything.

Or there was and he barely...barely felt it. Like a dying bird still struggling to fly--its wings barely able to lift above its own broken body.

...and if that analogy didn't freak him out enough, Kaito was sure his brain could come up with another one. So to spare him the thought, he pulled his hands away once more but this time to plant them on the bed so he could stand up. He stood slowly, almost afraid that he'd suddenly keel over if he moved even slightly wrong.

He didn't know what he was planning on doing--call his mother for some help? Yeah, good idea, genius--and what was she going to do besides drag him to the hospital where the doctors would want to poke and prod and see how he ticked since he should have died--

...wait...why was he supposed to be dead again?

Once again, he felt realization hit him--but this time, it was in the form of a remembered blow to the gut.

Right...that's what happened, he thought dazedly as he wrapped an arm around his middle as his other hand placed itself at the base of his neck near his shoulder--where a certain artery lay, seemingly undisturbed. And it hadn't been a dream. How could it be when there was obviously something on his neck?

Just like before, it was as if he'd hit a trigger--something that suddenly had him remember everything that'd happen as if it was happening right then and there.

-

-

It was after a Kaitou Kid heist. He was grinning at the success of the whole thing, able to get in and out with the jewel while also being able to take the time to taunt the 1412 Taskforce--something he'd dearly missed doing ever since the gunshots started. Whoever those people were that were after the same thing he was--those people who killed his father--they weren't merciful and they wouldn't let him get it off easily.

...so why didn't it occur to him that no shots during that night obviously meant something was wrong?

Maybe it was the high he got from a heist without having to worry about his own life. Maybe it was just because he really wasn't all that bright of a person--that was a choice that Aoko would have gone with if she'd known about all of his night activities--then again, he'd probably be behind bars if she knew...

Whatever the reason, he just didn't notice that something was wrong and just sat on top of a roof, holding the gem up to the moonlight only to smile sadly when, once again, nothing happened. Disappointment was heavy on his heart--as it was every time he failed to recover the legendary gem that he sought to keep from the wrong hands.

"Pandora..."

He spun around, looking across the rooftops for any sign of another person who could have whispered the word, startled that he hadn't heard anything to alert him to another presence near him.

There was nobody. He laughed to himself. Just a thought on a breeze then...he was definitely obsessed with finding the damned thing, so it wouldn't be surprising if he was starting to hear voices whispering its name.

It certainly unnerved him to think he'd finally gone off the deep end, but well...he couldn't say he'd never expected it.

So he stood up and brushed off his white suit, pushing a button that activated his hang glider--

And then things happened too fast.

Just as he pocketed the stolen item and the muscles in his legs coiled up, ready for him to spring off the edge of the building, ready for him to start to fly--something grabbed him. Grabbed his wings and suddenly his wings were gone and he was grounded, thrown onto the ground where his air left him in a rush. He'd barely had time to turn onto his side and see someone--something standing over him--the hang glider and most of his cape tossed to the side as if they were rags and excess metal.

If he hadn't been so startled, so out of breath, so...scared--he would have definitely been pissed. Whoever this person was had no idea how hard it was to maintain those things, and damn it, now he'd have to ask Jii to help him repair another set!

Apparently, the person--thing that was standing over him didn't seem to care for his hard work and merely reached for one of his ankles.

He kicked out at the shadow--that was all he could see, a shadow--hoping to land a blow and be able to escape. Sadly, it only assisted the thing in getting a hold of him. His ankle was caught easily in one strong hand, and he suddenly found himself being dragged closer to the thing.

He clenched his teeth, putting his other foot to the ground as well as digging his hands into the concrete under his back. No effect. Before he could even think about any other sort of defensive action, he was effectively pinned. Hands trapped above their respective shoulders, legs kept grounded by a pair of knees digging into his thighs--

Now he was more than scared--he was getting close to a panic, even if he refused to let the other party see it on his face.

This was certainly one thing he never thought could happen to him.

He could feel the thing staring down at him--he wouldn't say leering because that wasn't the sort of impression he got. It was more like...studying...like he was a specimen worth taking the time to study before any...experiments began.

Then it leaned over him more, almost pressing its apparently just a bit larger body against his own in a manner that made him feel sick to his stomach. He was not going to let this happen, he swore to himself, but remained perfectly still except for catching his breath in rough pants. Predators liked it when their prey struggled, wasn't that the oldest rule of survival?

...that rule didn't seem to apply for this...thing.

Hot breath hit his right cheek, and he fought back a grimace. It was disgusting, disgraceful--so many other words that started with dis- as well as some other four letter words came to his mind as he tried to push his arms off of the ground--

They were firmly held. Whatever this thing was--it was strong.

...and it didn't want to let him go.

So this was where his endurance would have to...endure. Block everything out. Don't let anything show--damn it, how the hell did he get caught off-guard so damn easily! Was he really getting so careless?

He was brought out of his internal self-ass-kicking by his arms being moved higher above his head, where the wrists were crossed over each other and one of the thing's hands kept them still--no matter how hard he tried to get them free. The thing, person...whatever was obviously on something powerful--angel dust, maybe? Steroids? Whatever the case, its other hand was now running its fingers along his jaw line, making him look up at it.

He couldn't see what it was, but right then and there, he knew that it was a person.

...was being the key word.

The free hand continued to trace its way along his face, almost in a manner that suggested that this thing that held him down couldn't believe what it was seeing. Then the hand drifted below his chin--and tightly held onto the hinges of his jaw.

"Why are you looking for Pandora?" it asked in a low, menacing voice that would have sounded familiar if it would stop growling at him.

He firmly kept his mouth shut--until it squeezed his jaw, making it drop down in what could accurately be described as a silent scream.

It hurt. The thing was going to end up breaking his jaw even when it was looking for an answer from him. That is...if he didn't say anything.

So he made a sound. A simple one. One that anyone would make if they were being hurt in such a way for a simple answer that he could easily give.

He managed to get out a garbled, "Ow..."

It froze.

Then it laughed, loosening its hold.

He, however, glared at it. Screw Poker Face. He was scared, he was upset...he was ready to get this all over and done with, but it seemed to want to take its time. So, to speed things up, he answered the question, typically, with a question of his own, "How do you know about Pandora?"

...just to be a smart-ass, he thought to himself quite unhappily, the thing responded with another question as it leaned closer into his face, "How can I not?"

He could see its eyes right then.

Forget afraid, forget scared--he was terrified.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, managing to swallow back the fear and place his cool mask of a smirk onto his face. "If you want the gem I've got--it's not Pandora, I assure you. Try again next time, and you might get luck--"

"Luck is for fools like you," it breathed into his face before adding in a quieter voice, "or fools like I used to be."

That drew the thief's brow together. "Wha--?"

But talk-time was apparently over. It was leaning even close to him, and out of pure instinct, he turned his head away, turned his eyes away from that face--those eyes. Its breath on his skin made him wish he could break its hold on him, but all he could do was lie there under that person--that thing, his body rebelling against what little control he had and shaking like a leaf in the terror he tried to hide.

The thing didn't say anything more--didn't laugh at his apparent weakness--it didn't waste any more time.

It bit into his neck.

The initial shock had him freeze from head to toe--he couldn't move.

His mouth open and closed as he tried to speak, but nothing would come out. It hurt...it hurt! God, why did it hurt so much? ...and yet...it wasn't a pain he knew. It wasn't like a cut finger, like a skinned knee, like any number of small injuries he'd gotten in his life. Hell, it wasn't even the kind of pain he'd gotten from the numerous injuries he'd gotten during recent heists--

This kind of pain...was exquisite.

It was mind-numbing, heart-stopping, and--dare he say it?--toe-curling pleasure brought on by the strange pain that came from that bite that the person--it was a person, wasn't it? he was starting to forget--was lapping now lapping blood from. It should have been alarming, should have made him think of trying to get away...

Strangely enough...he didn't want to pull away.

He wanted to pull the other closer to him. Finish it. Finish it! was all his buzzing mind could think of even when things started to go white...red...

Black...

-

-

Kaito jerked his hand away from his neck, panting heavily. He was still in his bedroom. Still standing near his bed. Still had an arm wrapped around his stomach.

He felt sick.

That wasn't...it couldn't have been--had it? His mind reeled, and he found himself sitting heavily on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall across from him in a blank manner as he frantically dug through his memories, trying to find some semblance of reason--something that would let him know it was just a dream...that there was no such thing as vampires.

Kaito screwed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip--

Bit through his lower lip, that is.

A noise of surprise and numbed pain came from him as his eyes shot wide open.

He could smell the blood--his blood that he idly sucked from the small wound he himself made.

This wasn't right! part of him was screaming in pure terror and outrage. Another part of him remained dazed and confused. Was he really bleeding? Was he really enjoying the taste of his own blood?

...and that final part of himself...that side that was just giddy with joy at finally being fed and--ooooh, what ecstasy--!

"Stop," he managed to snap, letting his lower lip go as his hands flew to his head. "Stop. Stop...this is just..." Crazy was the word he was looking for, but it slipped away from him as that new part of him--that one that kept rearing its head as blood trailed down from the cut on his lip--focused on something new.

...or not necessarily new...but something he'd never had the ability to focus on before.

It was a hypnotizing sound coming from some place in the house. Even the side of him that he supposed was his smarter side went quiet--no more shouts, no more outrage, just curiosity.

What was that sound?

Thump-thump.

Something that kept a perfectly even rhythm...

Thump-thump.

He put a hand to his chest, clutching the cloth of his shirt as he began to realize with some awakening horror.

Thump-thump.

"No such thing..." he whispered to himself, feeling himself begin shake with that same fear that held him when that person--that thing had caught him on the rooftop.

Thump-thump.

But how could he deny that sound? He knew what it was.

Thump-thump.

...worst of all...he knew who it was.

Thump-thump.

His free hand flew to his mouth as he doubled-over. He felt sick...he felt like he going to throw up...

Thump-thump.

...he was hungry.

Author's Notes: ...heh. Vampires. -paaaaaaause- ...I TOTALLY BLAME THE PROMPT!

Anyway, yeah...well. I thought that would have been it for the vampire idea, but...no. The bonus prompts are spawning more ficcage about this vampire thing and...well...now I have a sort of mini-series going on within this 40 deathfic thing -sweatdrops- But there will still be deaths! Make no mistake

Now excuse me as I struggle to get my left ear piece of my headphones to start working. -pulls and twists at the cords-