Chapter 3 - Blood and Pride

Demyx had moved faster than his eyes were able to follow. With a swinging movement he took his coat around his shoulders and waited by the door. Zexion turned slowly his head to look at the figure. Demyx. A vampire. A monster who sucked the blood from human. Killing them to survive. A monster.

He observed the blond, the visible parts, for the first time. He was tall, much taller than himself, but the years of hunger and suffer had made himself a smaller man, thought Zexion. Demyx' hair was blond and brown at the same time, bound back in a small ponytail in his back. The thing that bothered him, even disturbed him most where the vampires face and eyes. His face seemed ageless. He couldn't point if he was 17 or 27. With the mood of the vampire his facial features seemed to change as well, giving him the age he pleases. And his eyes. It drove him nearly crazy to stare for a longer time in them. Like the ocean they changed their colour. From a deep sea-green to the dark blue of the depth. Yet he also saw the inhuman parts. His skin was so pale it could be mistook for white powder in the dim light. His fingers were unnaturally long and ended in diamond like nails.

"Come," his voice drew Zexion's attention back, "we have to find your sister. And to spill some blood."

The sun had set as they reached the door they sought. Demyx knocked harshly on the wood and some time later it opened, a small old man peaking from behind the split.

"Yes sir?" the old man asked and suddenly he realized why they're standing on his doorstep and he tries to close the door in a hurry, but Demyx foot's blocking it. How has he managed to slip his foot in such a tiny split?

"Dear sir, we're in search of a beautiful young girl. I am sure you can help us with that."

It is always hard to see those we once loved dead. Demyx knew that very well. He'd been at home to see the corpse of first his mother and after some years the one of his father. Then his siblings, one after another. He'd seen the dead body's of so many precious human in his long life. It was cruel to see those we once loved dead. So he made a retreat and left the boy with his lonely screams alone, giving him the time he needed to bid farewell too his sister. The entire way to the... house he'd been quiet, expression stoic and heartbeat calm. But as soon as his purple eyes took sight of her violet hair he- Well, Demyx would never tease him with that breakdown. All the evening the boy had acted so strong. He was also allowed his times of weakness.

After some time he returned into the cold room. "Do you believe in your Christ's god?"

"No longer. But she'd always believed in the angels."

So Demyx went out and bought a grave, a coffin and a tomb on top of it. He, who would never die, was so surprised how expensive dying can be. He forced a priest out of his bed and made him reading the funeral.

"I hope she's with her angels know," said the soaked boy to his left. Wonder , oh wonder it had started to rain during the funeral. This was London after all. But Zexion had refused to leave his sister's grave and hustled the priest to end what he'd begun. "Do you know what's necessary that a human turns into an angel?" Demyx smiled warm down at him, so there was still a frightened child left in the cold shell. He bent down on his knee so he could look him in the eyes.

"I fear I don't know, Zexion," he told him in his unearthly voice, "but I know that the angels never leave us." Zexion nodded slowly and if it wasn't for the rain Demyx would've sworn the boy cried again his silent tears.

"Do you know where to search for those men?"

"At the docks," was the only answer he received. It started to disturb him, he being a talkative person, to get just short sentenced answers from the small boy.

"May I ask how you got involved with them?" Zexion shot him a hateful glare while he tried to keep up with the vast steps of the tall vampire.

"After my mother died my sister and I were alone. She managed pretty well to always gain enough money for us to eat and to sleep somewhere. But a year or so I got very ill, the flue, and she had to borrow money from that guy Bill to pay a doctor. He'd planned that from the beginning, I'm sure."

Demyx made again his humming noise in the back of his throat. "Nothing unusual these days, though." He sighed heavy. "I've seen the times change so fast and so much. They claim this century to be a golden one, the years of light in the world. But in the humans hearts there is still the darkness that reigns them. The human nature will never change, I fear." Zexion said nothing in response, yet he mildly wondered how many years Demyx'd seen to speak from the change of times so casually.

"Aren't those the guys?" Demyx' question threw him out of his thoughts. And yes, there stood the three man who's faces would haunt him for a long time in his nightmares.

"Hey, Bill! Isn't that the brat from yesterday?" The giant one, the one that had held his sister, called out, pointing with his massive hand on me. Bill looked up from whatever he was doing and a dirty grin appeared on his features. Zexion glanced to the right and left, but Demyx was nowhere in sight, yet he could somewhat feel the presence of the vampire near him.

"Look, look, what do we have her? Does the dirty little rat-boy not know where to go?" His voice was teasing and the snarl in it made Zexion's hair stand up high.

"I know exactly where I go from here on." He stated sternly what the men somewhat puzzled. "I will walk the path of revenge. You three will die tonight. For killing my sister and making her live so miserable in the last year." The stunned looks were on his small frame for some moments of shocked silence and then slowly Bill started to laugh. Somewhat unsure the other too laughed along with him.

"And how, if you allow me the question, are you going to do that? You called for the police? Or will there even come a shiny knight in an armour to save you and slaughter the villains?" He said it full of sarcasm.

"No," Zexion stated calmly, "but I brought a monster, which will eat you." This was the time when Demyx appeared again out of the shadows, right behind the biggest of the three. The giant spun around, but it was already too late. With a swift movement Demyx buried his hand deep into the man's chest, aiming for his heart. With a panicked cry his knees buckled as the vampire pulled his hand back out, chunks of the human heart between his claws. He moved so fast that the shock still reigned the second man's body. Demyx grabbed him by the throat and pressed hard. The cartilages and sinews scrunched to a bloody mess, depriving every air.

Again he was so fast that Bill had no time to run away, he snatched his arm and with a pathethic cry he crumpled down. Demyx placed a foot on the whimpering figure and looked up to Zexion, who stood some metres away. Zexion's eyes widened at the sight Demyx' eyes. The glowed with an eery sea-green through the darkness. As the look fell on him he felt a cold shiver running down his spine and the assurance that this is indeed a monster which eats men formed into his mind.

"I want you to look," he whispered and the hissing sounds vibrated back and forth in Zexion's heart.

And with one hand the vampire pulled the head of Bill up, exposing the dirty throat and slit it open with one nail. He won't drink the blood from those, even he had his pride.

A shorter chapter this time. But I'm really stressed recently. Finals are coming again and though I still have a month left I feel like I will never be able to learn all the stuff!

And for all those, who are shocked by the cruelty and violence and blood here: I warned you! This isn't rated M for nothing.

At the moment Europe as one is affected by a football fever and hell I love it! I played football when I was younger. And living in a dorm with many foreign students... well no matter who wins I hear at least one person shouting in cheer through the stories xD