I do not own any of the Xiaolin Showdown characters; they all belong to Christy Hui. Any OC's are mine, so have a happy read
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So allow me a parting gift. But know this. Sooner or later...the thirst always wins. (Drake from Blade 3)
Wan ou - doll
The light trickle of water echoed softly throughout the Romanesque domain, a phantom wind gently caressing the blossoming flowers of the hanging plants sprawled about the marble ledges. The sweet perfume of newly open blooms filled the foyer as if saying 'welcome home' as Chase Young breathed in the calming scent of his plants.
It felt good to be back in his own home; the last two months spent in the Tibetan mountains, mingling with her people, and temple… it had brought up old memories of his other life as a dragon in training.
The warlord shook his head slightly banishing the thoughts that wish to cloud his mind. All Chase wanted right now was a long hot bath, a warm meal, and a soft bed while thinking of a way to crush his enemies
The immortal took a step toward the staircase and stilled, something was amiss. Chase's golden eyes scanned his surrounding-- where were his warriors? The ancient warrior instinctively scented the air around him taking in the smells. There was no scent of blood so his warriors didn't kill anything or got hurt…then why is it so quiet? When a new scent, which the blooming flowers had overshadowed filled his senses.
Young growled irritability and disappeared in a dark snap of Heylin magic and reappeared in his throne room.
There reclined in his throne was Jack Spicer; the youth's long legs were toss carelessly over the right-arm-rest, his back resting on its twin, and a gold paper crane held between his hands making the little paper head bob.
Even though it irritated the warlord to see the boy sitting in his throne so casually and unscathed by his warriors, which whom will have their catnip rights taken away. But it was the way Spicer was dressed that took the overlord by surprise.
Gone was the long leather coat, clunky boots, goggles, and gloves--in there place was the tightest-black-shirt Chase had ever seen on a person followed by pants that looked like they were painted on the kid and they hung so low on his hips. Young wondered if they were going to fall if the goth stood up.
The evil genius turned his head toward his idol a lock of white hair falling against his brow as a sly smile curled his lips.
"What are you doing here? Spicer." Demanded Young as Jack removed himself from Chase's throne. The immortal bit back a whine of disappointment when the youth's pants still somehow remained on the boy's hips, his pale skin glowing in the fire light as Jack moved away from the throne.
The dragon lord's eyes scanned the head-to-toe black clothes clinging tightly to the youth's slender body. The boy looked like an angel, but the sensual sway of his hips as the goth moved toward the rise-fire-pit beside the throne told the overlord that he was a devil beneath.
"Me?" Jack answered innocently, tossing the paper crane into the fire. "Oh I was just waiting," he said calmly as he brushed his fingers through his red and white hair, which had fallen into his crimson eyes. "And now I'm leaving." he made his way to Chase's side some feet away and kept on walking--no begging or pleading not even a whimper or yelp when the warlord gave the teen his death glare and low growl.
"Oh, I almost forgot," turning slightly to face the overlord. "Welcome home."
Chase Young blinked and Jack was gone.
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The evil genius crumbled to the floor like a puppet cut from its strings when the vampire released his hold on the boy's body. Jack trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks.
He didn't hear me scream.
Through the whole encounter Jack had wept, begged, and pleaded for Chase to kill him, but his voice and body were being played by Yue Fang's twisted game.
Jack felt long fingers curl about his jaw and lifted his head up. Too weak to pull back from the tongue that licked the trail of tears from his cheek.
"Don't fret my little wan ou," stroking the boy's hair lovingly. "Your suffering will end," watching the youth's eyes spark with hope. "In do time." Smiling cruelly when Jack whimpered hopeless as the vampire held up the dark stone.
Jack's stomach twisted and grumbled in hunger as the stone swung slightly from side to side. The goth's mouth fell open as the thin gold spikes cradling its treasure tighten, his fledging fangs lengthen at the sight of a single dark drop of crimson formed on its rounded tip.
The young man's eyelids lowered giving him a sensual look, his garnet eyes clouding in bloodlust.
"No, my little wan ou," bringing the stone to his lips. " Let the hunger eat at you," sweeping his tongue over the bleeding jewel. "A blood raged vampire make the best fighters."
TBC…