A/N-I'm back and glad to be back. Most annoying vacation I've ever been on.
THERE'S A POLL ON MY PAGE TO SEE WHAT THE NEXT STORY I WILL WRITE IS AND WILL BE UP THERE UNTIL I'M READY TO WRITE IT! DISCLAIMER- I DON'T OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO ROSARIO+VAMPIRE, BUT THE PLOT.
b/n- Here in England, our holidays (vacation for Americans) are only just starting, and I'm going to see if I can beta one of Angel's other stories during them.
Chapter 7
The lock is off… but the pain remains. The hunger, thirst, sorrow…my loneliness.
I woke up unable to see, but I didn't need to. I was able to smell the crimson paint that was the blood of some poor victim. It was everywhere; the walls, the ceiling, the floor. And I could smell it all. Every last drop.
The room was thickly drenched in fresh blood and I could hear it. The blood was dripping from the ceiling, slowly sliding down the wall getting thicker and darker, humans were moaning in pain on the floor, and their pain filled cries ranged in my ear like the sound of a tremendous bell echoing over a deserted town. Worst of all I could sense every vein and beating heart in the bodies that littered the floor.
I was in a basement, but it wasn't under my roof. Where was I? Who was I? I bowed my head against the weight of the horror unfolding as my eyes adjusted, causing the chains that pressed me to the wall to clash noisily together. It didn't help. I was still unable to get away from the thick, sweet, sickening smell that surrounded me. I let out a sound that was inhuman, so loud that I watched with a growing sick pleasure as the human's heart quickened in fear, but at the same time this made me feel worse.
I yanked at my restraints; however, they frustratingly refused to break no matter how much effort I put into to it. Suddenly the chains that held me seemed to sear my very skin, even the ones that were touching my clothes instead of me, until they were dripping with my blood. I screamed with suffering. Looking down I spotted that that chins were decorated in crosses. A waterfall of weariness cascaded over my body at the very sight of them, almost pushing me to the ground.
I honestly hate to see you suffer, son, but I have to get you to see it my way.
A threateningly growl broke through my lips at the intruder in my head, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I was surprised at how hostile and deep my voice had become, but didn't care. Tanner made me sick with every atom of my being, worse than these chains.
Tanner laugh in my head, See what I left for you my son? I'm giving you a family and right below you is what you crave the most. Human blood. It covers every inch of this place where I have you bound. I'll set you free and you can have them all if you decide to be an obedient boy.
"Don't call...me your son," I hissed almost silently. From the lack of blood it was getting harder and more arduous to breath.
But you are. Your blood is my blood and my blood is your blood, son.
"SHUT UP!"
Tanner chuckled in my head. Fine then. If you don't listen to me than maybe you'll listen to you're aunt. Honestly I don't care if you kill her. She loves the bite of a vampire.
"Don't...bring her...down here," I wheezed. "Please!"
Botchy shapes appeared in my vision and immediately I knew I was not far from passing out. The hunger, pain and emotions were just too much. What the hell did I ever do to feel this much pain and to fall unconscious to such a wicked laugh.
It was a nightmare. What else could it be? Reality, God I hoped not, it couldn't have been reality. If it was then the pain of the shocking truth would be too much. A dream…that was the answer. The answer to everything. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare though. It wasn't funny, it wasn't funny at all. Tsukune's eyes were the darkest red I'd ever seen on any vampire and they haunted me. Those eyes weren't filled with life of love. They were empty, lifeless, and cold. That was not my love, my sweet Tsukune.That thingwas the son of Tanner. The monster that had caused Tsukune so much pain and then claimed him. Tsukune is supposed to be mine. Forever and always. Tsukune would NEVER feed off me to my last speck of my life, but he did. That thing was Tsukune no matter how hard I tried to separate the two. My darling Tsukune almost caused my death and the pain of this truth gorged a whole in my chest so raw, I woke up in the hospital bed screaming with such anguish and heartache that the windows to my room shattered into tiny shards.
I came to with a start. I had to be becoming delirious or at least hallucinating. While I slept I could have sworn I heard Moka scream. Not just any scream. This one sounded worse than a physical wound. My blood, or what was left of it, ran cold throughout my numb body. I open my eyes to fine the same gruesome sight as I did the first time I woke up; only this time there was a new fresh coat of blood that stained the wall with its wicked color. The blazing inferno that raged on inside me quickly decided to honor me with its presence reminding me how close to dying I really was. A small smile stitched its way across my face. There was one thing to look forward to in my Hell. Soon, very soon I would finally get to see my smiling parents again, and the love of my life, Moka. I wouldn't be alone anymore. No more loneliness and no more hate. Hate- what if they hated me for ending their lives so shortly? The image of a smiling reunion instantly vanished from my thoughts.
Why the hell are you focusing on the past when you should be concentrating on how to get free!
That settles it; I'm schizophrenic or have developed DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder).
No you're not; you're just talking to yourself.
Then I'm still schizophrenic, I thought.
Stop thinking about your mental condition and concentrate on trying to survive!
I can't do anything about that; I'm chained to a bloody wall for crying out loud.
But you can hear it can't you. Even see it. An unconscious human full of sweet, thick blood. If I can try and break the chains again I could drink till my heart contents and it would probably piss Tanner off.
Involuntarily a moan of pure yearning slipped past my lips. With my eyes I saw the each heart beat quicken in fright by the inhuman noise. Then again if I did that it probably would be exactly what Tanner wants and I refuse to be his puppet.
WHO CARES! I'M THIRSTY AND I NEED BLOOD NOW! I really don't want to spend the rest of my time rotting in a tantalizing room while my aunt continuously screws that psycho Tanner.
SHUT UP!I screamed at myself. The same thoughts killed that little girl who lifeless eyes forbade themselves from leaving my memory.
"I will not...become Tanner," I panted, "I'm...not...his...son." I closed my eyes. I didn't even have the strength to open them again. That is when I know I was about to die until I heard someone calling my name.
"Tsukune! Why won't you look at me? Can't you tell by my voice who I am?"
I jerked back in surprise, causing my head to hit the wall heard. I winced in pain as blood poured out of the wound. A cold hand was suddenly placed on the injury and I winced. The hand removed itself and I could tell it tasting my blood. I shivered.
"Can't you tell it's me by my touch, Tsukune?"
"You're...not...Moka." I gasped. Go...AWAY!" I was panting for air much quicker this time.
"Tsukune, it's me Moka!" it defended.
I opened my eyes in rage, "You're-NOT- MOKA!" I collapsed into a sickening coughing fit and glared at the thing that was pertending to be my childhood sweetheart.
Someone let out a scream followed by another and the imposter jumped back form me. For a second I thought I saw fear in its eyes, but it was quickly replaced with sorrow and tears.
"I'm so sorry Tsukune. If we'd never met when we were kids you wouldn't be like this...with eyes filled with so much anger and betrayal. PLEASE TSUKUNE! CAN'T YOU TELL IT'S ME!" she was yelling now, well actually screaming, causing more hearts to become more frantic and scared like running rabbits trying desperately to get away from a family of wicked foxes. My eyes slid from her face, now mesmerized by the hysterical beats.
"Can't you tell by my blood," she whispered.
Without warning, she bit into her wrist. My sight was ripped away from the hearts and immediately found there way to the bleeding gash.
"Don't," I said, there was know way I could tell it was Moka's because it's scent was mixed with the rest. The only way was to taste it. It didn't listen. I pulled my head away as far as the chains would allow me. "I don't-want-it," I said through clenched teeth while I felt my fangs painful pulse in my gums as they elongated.
"I know they hurt Tsukune, and I want to be the one to rid you of that pain," she spoke, its vioce full of emotions.
Its wrist was now inches from my aching fangs and crept closer and closer by each second. I open my dry mouth unable to resist my thirst anymore... but even though everything was telling me to bite, something was telling me this isn't Moka.
"You're...not...Moka," I hissed.
"Tsukune!" it said, shocked.
"Get away from me!" I growled as I snapped my fangs at it.
When it tried to pull back, my teeth cut into its wrist. My throat constricted at the taste of blood, causing me to nearly choke. My body shock violently from another taste of Tanner's blood and I was seeing only red. I clamped my teeth down as I tried to get a hold of myself, but the attempt was futile. A low snarl built its way up my chest. Tanner smiles and shifted back to his originally form. "So it is my blood, boy, which you crave as well as these humans...what scary eyes you have."
Fear surged inside me as well as hate.
"Why...are you here?" I asked.
"To feed you of course. What kind of father would I be if I let you die from hunger?"
I glared hatefully at him, "I don't want...your blood, and I don't want anyone else's."
"You and I both know that's a lie, Tsukune." Too fast for me to see Tanner cut a deep gash into my throat. Scarlet blood that was close to looking black seeped into my shirt as I helplessly choked on my own blood. My eyes widen and I howled with pain. "Look, you can't even heal yourself. Now you have no choice but to consume my blood."
I spat the blood that was currently in my mouth at him.
"Fine then boy, I won't feed you, but I will feed from you."
In seconds Tanner was avidly feeding from me and all I could do was stare at the ceiling hoping my death would come soon.
Tsukune's Aunt's POV
Softly I hummed to the twins that kicked around in my stomach while preparing their father's dinner. I wore a purple dress. Once done I waited patiently for Tanner to return. Out of nowhere a swell of dizziness surrounded me.
"Tsukune…" I said aloud. "Good Lord! What possessed me to hit my own nephew! I have to find him."
Tsukune's POV.
I sucked greedily at the blood no matter how bitter it tasted and the fact that it was black instead of a stream of crimson. I didn't asked question all I did was drink from the man I would never call father.
"That's enough, Tsukune." I buried my teeth deeper into his vein so he wouldn't be able to yank his wrist away from me. "Tsukune!" he snarled firmly. Suddenly the chains around me sparked with life, and then released me. I let out a tortured cry, but smiled at Tanner. His blood was already making me feel dizzy.
"Dammit" Tanner said out of nowhere, "That stupid bitch."
The door to... where ever I was opened and the sound of my Aunt's voice filled my ears.
"What have you done to Tsukune?" she demanded to know. She walked over to me. "I can barely feel his pulse." the lady sounded like she was close to tears and started stroking my hair so tenderly that for a second I thought she was my mother, but I knew better. She's dead. They're all dead. Roughly the warmth I felt was snatched away from me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? How did you wake up?" Tanner asked perplex.
"Wake up? What the hell are you talking about, and why are there bleeding unconscious people in here?" she argued sounding extremely pissed.
"Damn," Tanner said again, "darling look at me," he said now in a clam voice.
"No, I don't want to look at you, Tanner. I want to take my nephew to the hospital without you." she hissed.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" I watched as Tanner eyes flashed red.
Even though I just fed, it wasn't enough. Not anywhere close to full. I wanted to help my aunt. Most of all I wanted to rip Tanner's throat out. I hated this feeling. Once again I was helpless to save someine I deeply cared about.
"Tsukune!" I heard my Aunt cry out.
"A hospital is not going to help him. Most likely he would slaughter them all."
"Tsukune, honey," the image of my mom suddenly popped into my head.
"Mom?" I couldn't help but say.
"Stop calling his name!" Tanner yelled exploding with anger, "I'm the one you should love! Not that piece of trash!"
Tanner's very voice was shaking the building. I could feel his black hatred seething out of his body and slithering towards me. It felt addictive. Able to corrupt anyone or anything with darkness in their hearts, even me. I clenched my teeth together at the sudden violent rage that was washing over me. The room exploded with screams. I shuddered in pure fear. How could one man be this strong, have this much control over peoples hearts? I choked on a trace of bile out of fear. Unexpectedly there was a sickening snap, then a crunch, a scream, and a new smell so fresh and sweet filled the air. My head snapped up and I watch the body of my aunt fall to the ground, as well as my humanity. The room was knocked into silence once more and all I could hear was the crying to the two new born babies. A wave of dread slammed and burned into me like I was burning a live. SHE CAN'T BE DEAD! I yanked at the chains. I thrashed around until I pulled them from around me. Right then the blazing pain burned me, but I didn't care. Nothing and I mean nothing could compare to what I felt.
"Sorry Tsukune," he said, "I was going to make her my mate; yet, I got so mad that I couldn't help myself," he chuckled. I glared daggers at him knowing he wasn't the least bit sorry for what he had done. "You can have her and everyone else if you want. When your done come upstairs and meet your brother and sister."
Tanner left the room laughing and with his kids crying in his arms. I was on the floor trying to get the endless chains off me before it was too late. I walked over to my mortally wounded aunt. The ground was bleeding with her blood. I forcibly swallowed down my desire to glutton myself in the blood that was spilling out of her stomach and stayed a good distance away.
"Tsu-kune," she gasped.
"I can't," I choked out. Everything inside me felt like I was suffocating. I felt like I was going to go crazy. I was emotional broken. This had to be my own personal hell. Everyone I loved and cared about are now dead. All because of me!
"Tsukune," she said again.
"I can't, I just can't," I cried, breaking down. It was just too much.
"It's OK-I don't want you to."
"But I don't want you to die! I don't want you to leave me. You're the only family I have left. I don't want to feel like everyone has turned there back on me. I don't want to be the cause of anyone's death anymore," I whimpered in a defeated voice.
I looked up at my aunt to find her smiling. Why was she smiling? Couldn't she tell I was in pain? Of course she could tell I was in pain, so why was she smiling. She suddenly raised her wrist in my direction and I cringed as I saw her thin blue vein throb invitingly in my direction. Egging me on to suck the life out of it. And it worked. She knew I couldn't resist.
"That's it Tsukune. End my suffering," she said happily.
I cried as I bared my fangs at her. No longer was I in control. I cried when my aching fangs broke through her skin to get to the blood. Not just life filled my mouth, but I could feel my aunt's emotions. Love…understanding. Tears fell from my eyes steadily as I sucked away everything that she was, felt her compassion, her goodbye. I listened to her rapidly fading heartbeat. When I was done I moved on the rest of the pounding heats and killed them all. When I was done I leaned back on the wall with my aunt's head on my lap as I sat in her blood and stroked her hair and cried. Every thing was silent. I closed my eyes, sucked in air and wept.
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Medium sized B/n- So...much...imagery... to be... re-written... In fact,I reckon I've used up my imagery quota for the day. Don't worry though; it should be back by tomorrow. Please feel free to troll me with angry emails about spelling errors and terms that don't make sense, and I'll fix them. Thanks for reading.
