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Cloud was a very light sleeper, which usually sucked pretty bad, considering he was a starving college student living in the wrong area of town. Sleeping against a hardwood door didn't really help his condition in the long run- so when he woke up for the sixtieth or so time he decided to give up on sleep- it wasn't worth it. He curled into a tight ball- you know, it wouldn't kill his boss to afford a little bit of heating for this place- at this rate the coffee was going to freeze over-
CREAAAAK.
Cloud seizured amazingly, somehow floundering to his feet after all of his limbs flailed in surprise for a few frantic moments. Oh shit, what was that! Not that he was paranoid or anything, but after the whole apartment fiasco... he didn't trust karma at the moment. At least if a burglar attacked him here he could scald his face off with boiling, frothy milk.
"Hello?" Cloud said in a wavering tone, standing unsteadily against the door, squinting into the dim lighting of the coffee shop. It wasn't that big of a place, and it was pretty obvious that no one was there. So... what was the squeak? Wood didn't make that noise unless someone stepped on it- someone heavy. Cloud fretted for a moment- what if his work was infested with huge mice? Ugh, he hated mice-
A hand, unmistakable, on his neck. Cloud screamed in a very unmanly manner, his arms going kung-fu like towards the touch, but ultimately hitting nothing. He turned, eyes wide-
Nothing was there. No one was there. Oh god, was he going crazy?
Cloud blinked, swallowing heavily. "I'm going crazy."
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Zak paused as he neared the coffee house. Something didn't seem right. Maybe it was too quiet. He listened, nope defiantly not that, he could almost hear an annoying tune swimming through his head. Maybe it was too still. He watched as a paper bag, a candy wrapper and a flock of copied tests fluttered past him, the test on their bid for freedom. If they stayed the teacher would catch them and they would be locked away as evidence of foul play! Oh to fly free among the streets of the world. Perhaps catch on someone's shoe and see Paris or Barcelona. A dip in dump in Braz- Zak halted his train of thought when he realized he was thinking up lives for trash.
The dark haired man blinked and looked around him. Nothing seemed too different. It was then that he noticed the neon dancing coffee sign. Oh what he wouldn't give to put that right in front of Seph's bed, turn it on and run. His face would be priceless. Maybe he would ev-
Zak was easily distracted. Luckily, though, only when he wasn't thinking about it. He focused his mind on the task at hand. Get into coffee shop. Get Cloud. Get sign. Perfect plan.
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The Vampiric aura stayed put or so long that Rude was beginning to think it was just a creepy streetlight. Then it moved. The image of a streetlight coming to suck their blood was so terrifying the darker man began to pray it was just a vampire.
"There!" Reno stopped humming something vaguely annoying and focused all his attention on the bumper. It is to be assumed that this was because he was listening and not because the bumper was in any way vampiric. That would be creepy. Imagine a bumper doing a hit and run and sucking the blood of the . . . huh? Oh! Vampire. Right.
There were no sounds, which was to be expected, but the aura did grow closer until it must be just on the other side of the car.
Rude shifted the gun in his hand. Waiting.
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Zak had decided to enter through the ventilation system. Why? Because it was cool. Everyone in the movies did it and he was far cooler and sexier than any movie star. Thus, with a theme song hummed under his breath, the spiky haired vampire opened the grate at the side of the building and climbed in.
The ventilation shaft was not made for a grown man to climb through. Technically they were not made for anyone to climb through, but especially not a grown man.
"Ba du du dummm ba du da dummmmm," each syllable was matched with either a scrunch forward for the small ones or looking around a corner for the longer pieces. Zak was a lovely choreographer if he did say so himself (Which he had to since no one who wasn't under the influence of stupidity would).
The vampire crawled past the first opening into the store below because in the movies you never went through the first exit. He instead crawled to the second, punched it open as quietly as one can punch something open, swung out and skipped back along the pipe to the front of the store where he had seen a certain blonde sleeping against the door from the first grill.
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Something was tickling his neck. Cloud rolled over, letting out a disgruntled little moan, having finally been able to almost get to sleep. Sheep. He should count sheep, maybe, or-
Something. Something was on his ear. Cloud was now more awake than he wanted to be, considering most people did wake up when annoyed. He smacked at his ear, eyes squinched shut. Annoying, annoying, all he wanted to do was catch a quick catnap. Maybe it was the coffee fumes keeping him up. He lifted his hoody to cover his nose with a frown and then curled back into a ball. Man, was the ground hard... He drifted off a little, listing in and out of sleep. Urgh. He would so have dark circles. He started to count sheep. One. Two.
"Hey, babe. Wake up."
Three. Four.
"I'll give you three seconds."
Five. Six.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
Cloud freaked out, suddenly finding himself a good five feet off of the ground, hefted by what seemed to be a thick thatch of dark hair. He sputtered, sleep-stupid, and reared his head back, flailing ungracefully.
His eyes widened as he made eye contact with a pair of ridiculously bright... purple, they were purple, eyes, and suddenly it hit him that this was all-too familiar-
"You," He said in a horrified tone, body stiff.
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The vampiric aura had disappeared abruptly as it reached the side of the building.
Reno was making sounds like a wet cat.
"They can't just walk through walls and disappear! That's not possible!" was what he was actually saying, but in such a tone that it sounded more like yowling.
Rude just stayed quiet. He was the cool guy who stood in the back of the group and doesn't really do anything but crack his knuckles and every once in awhile break an obviously flawed board to show how mighty and powerful he was. Reno was the flamboyant, scantily dressed villain who made the plans and screamed like a sissy when something went wrong . . . which brought up a good point.
Why were villains always so scantily clad? Kuja point and case. Talk about flamboyant, there was no way that was a man. There was physically no room for male anatomy in-
"I think we should bust down the door," Reno hissed.
What Rude thought was 'Then why didn't we do that when we first got here' what he said was "Okay".
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Reno loved breaking things. It could have been in his red-head DNA or something like that- either way, he liked to, and he was good at it. Kind of. He threw himself against the door, putting his shoulder into it. It didn't budge. Maybe he should stick to breaking little things, like fingers and...whatever. He turned to Rude. "You break it down, then," He said smartly, crossing his arms.
Rude shrugged and pulled his foot back, kicking the door soundly. It fell over with a thud. With a smooth flick of his wrist, he adjusted his sunglasses. "After you," He intoned, handout in a 'ladies first' gesture.
Reno snarled and stalked past him, gun at the ready. His eyes swept the small interior of the coffee shop- counter, a few tables, a small bathroom (door open, small, a closet almost) - empty. All empty.
"Shit," Reno hissed, kicking a chair with no small amount of anger. The room smelled so freaking fresh of power, like a vampire had peed on the walls in some smug little "haha, I have Cloud and now I'm peeing on the walls to piss you off" way. "SHIT!" Cloud wasn't there. Cloud. Was. Not. There.
Rude laid a hand on Reno's shoulder, going for comfort despite the fact that he was totally aware that Reno was more likely to bite his fingers off than accept condolence. "We'll find him." He said bluntly.
Reno kicked a chair. It broke. He smiled, feeling a little better already. "Yeah." He said softly. "We might."
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Zak smiled down at the sleeping blonde. Aw! He was SO cute! Like a puppy! Or . . . something cute! The vampire kneeled down, shaking the kid like he would a young child.
"Hey, babe. Wake up." There was no response; he tried again, "I'll give you three seconds." This time it was closer to a warning. There was a slight pause, then-
"WHAT THE HELL!"
Aw! Wouldn't it be cute if a puppy looked up at you with its big brown eyes and said "F& you, I want the food"? The feeling Zak got when Cloud started screaming curses what about that level.
"You," the absolute horror in the blonde's eyes just made the spiky haired man want to cuddle him until all his fears went away, which judging by what the cause of his fear was would be about the same period as he went into cardiac arrest.
"Me!" If this was a manga, there would be a little heart at the end of that sentence, but this isn't a manga. Sorry to disappoint you.
"What . . . what do you want? What are you going to do?"
There were so many possible answers to that question that would be true. Rating ranged between G to what would be banned from porn shops. Zak just smiled.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you're tired." A little more Vampire Glamour and the older man had an armful of hot blonde sleeping like the dead. Oh the possibilities. He could skip through a field of daisies! Or take the kid to Paris! Or sing him a love song! Or go to an arcade! Or fish!
Well, he had the blonde and the night was yet kinda-sorta young!
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