Blood Tears,
Chapter Four:
Obedience
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, but I do own Nekros. Nyah.
Note: As to why he still has a reflection: Faust isn't a full vampire yet. That's why. Also, before people chew me out over this, I'm not too sure on the location of everything… (Not like the cemetery, but where everyone else is.) So if you find something wrong, please let me know what I can change it to in order to fix it.
Nekros walked through the town, thinking about his life. It was quite obvious that it was better then before, no work, no responsibilities… Just…this new existence, the need to kill, to take the life blood from others to keep himself moving. He could hardly even remember his past now though. It seemed that the more he grew used to this life, the more he forgot about his old one. He frowned. And there was one other thing. That infernal voice in his head.
Who was it?
What had they to hide?
Then again, he hadn't heard from them in quite a long time…
'Why, is that loneliness I hear in your thoughts Nicholas?'
His eyes narrowed and he growled mentally as he slipped into the nearest shadow.
'My name's Nekros now. I should've expected you to know that 'voice'.'
'Voice?' A laugh. 'Why should you have known my name, when I did not know yours? I'm a telepath, not a psychic. And by the way, I must say you turned out better than expected… I may even let you…' The voice trailed off, and its presence vanished.
"Let me what?" Nekros questioned angrily. "Come back and tell me! What do you mean 'let me'!" For he was free, bound to no one, nothing. Why should he answer to this invisible entity? Why should he let someone too cowardly to show themselves hold sway over him?
"My master wishes to see you now."
Nekros whirled around to see who had spoken. There stood a girl, who looked to be around twenty. She had short layered blond hair that covered her eyes, so he couldn't see her expression. Her clothing was very much like his.
"What do you want?" He asked angrily; mad that someone could sneak up on him so easily.
"It is not what I want, it's what you wanted. He wants to speak with you. Face to face."
Slowly, it dawned on Nekros that this was a messenger, sent from the 'voice'. Well, at least he knew that it wasn't just in his head now.
"Fine. Lead the way." He waved a hand noncommittally.
She merely smiled and stepped backwards, into a particularly dark shadow; immediately disappearing, much to Nekros' annoyance.
"Hey!" He shouted, rushing forward to find where she went. As soon as Nekros stepped into the shadow, he realized that it must be some sort of portal. After all, why else would he now be surrounded by an elaborately carved hallway? Ah! And there she was, waiting for him, smiling in an odd sort of emotionless way that made him stand on edge.
"This way." She commanded, turning away from him slowly.
He followed.
The hall seemed to stretch on forever, or at least a mile, he decided after a few minutes. When they reached the just as elaborately carved ebony door, Nekros actually became a bit nervous, wondering what lay in wait on the other side of the door. Before he could turn back, however, the girl pulled open the door and beckoned him inside. It was dark; the opposite end of the room was plunged entirely in shadow, too dark to make anything but the outlines of things out.
A cold voice echoed throughout the room.
"I knew you'd come… Nekros." There seemed to be a mocking edge in his voice, and Nekros bristled a bit, but wisely held his tongue. "Silence, hm? You're smarter than you seem. Good."
"You still haven't told me who you are!"
"All in good time…" The voice drawled. Nekros could hear movement from its general direction. Then footsteps, slow and steady, heading straight for him. He didn't flinch. Then, at last, his 'voice' had a face. The man was shorter than him, but in a way, seemed tall. He had dark, watery gimlet eyes, and seemed to be staring straight through him, rather than at him. He brushed his hair away from his face with one gloved hand, and smiled.
Nekros disliked him instantly, hating the cold and empty feeling that emanated from his very core.
"My name, as I'm sure you have been wondering about that," He spoke as if he was talking to a child, one who should be thinking about other things. "is Garradus." He finished.
"Garradus? Well, now why couldn't you have told me that before? And don't give me that 'I didn't know yours' crap again; you probably know more about me than I do!"
"True, true. But that's why I called you here. I can tell you how to fully use the new abilities you have now, I can physically train you for what comes next."
"'What comes next?'"
"Well yes. I didn't bring you back for your benefit you know. Now come closer and let's get started, shall we?" It was a statement, not a question.
Nekros obeyed.
