Hi again. I'm here with another short section of a possible story. I seriously have no idea where this came from and...um, I'm not sure where it's going. I do know, however, that I couldn't sleep due to the fact that this scene kept playing over and over in my head. So, here I am at 4 in the morning, typing this up.
Okay, so before I go too far with this thing, I would just like to say, Cillia-san, I promise I will write another Fakir as a dog chap but right now, I need to get this stupidly annoying scene out of my head and on paper before I lose any more freaking sleep.
Now, when I said stupidly annoying, I did not mean the scene is exactly stupid or annoying. In fact, I kinda think this scene is pretty interesting. I don't know what inspired such a scene but, voila, here it is.
Okay, quick summary of what could happen if I actually write out this entire story.
Number 1) Fakir is a vampire. DO not question it or completely freak on me. He's an awesome vampire who is not...too emo (like at all) and he gets really bored at night. Yeah, let's just go with that.
Number 2) Duck is a normal human girl who goes to, say, college and she has two roomates. I'm sure you can guess who they are.
Number 3) Drosselmeyer is a jerkoff grandfather to Fakir and is always beating the crap out of him. Again, just go with it (but you've got to admit, Drossy totally would beat the crud out of Fakir if he could).
And Number 4) Mytho is about the same age as Fakir, 227 or so, and he's Fakir's best friend. However, at night, Fakir just likes to be left alone so...you'll get a lot of 'shut ups' and 'go aways' toward the friend. So, I kinda planned on Mytho planning on getting hitched to Rue or something but that's more of a subplot thing that's not really important.
So, if you've been able to comprehend what I just threw at you then I guess I'll just write out the first scene. Oh, this is where Duck and Fakir first meet, kay?
"Awe man, why did I have to get off of work so late tonight?" Duck whined as she was walking.
It was nearly ten o'clock at night and she had to walk home on her own down deserted streets, because all the lucky people were already asleep. She knew the streets pretty well and could easily get home if it weren't for the fact that she was scared stiff of getting attacked. She was small and obviously not that strong and on a dark street, her bright red head was like a long braided beaken calling out to all the creepy thugs that were hiding in the crevisses of the dimly lit back alleys.
She was always scanning the areas around her for any sort of movement, her hand in her purse ready to rip out the pepper spray in case anyone comes near, and she jumped at every sound. What would you expect if you were a petite red headed girl in her sophmore year of college walking home alone in the dark? You'd probably let your imagination run wild too. (I know I would but then again, I'm not exactly small or petite.)
She continued with her fast pace, scanning the buildings around her when she saw the half way point, an area of street that was pitch black due to some burned out street lights. She slowed her pace just a little as the area of blackness got nearer. She was not looking forward to entering that black abiss.
From where she was standing, the void looked like it went on forever and her hand grasped her purse even tighter. She took a deep breath and rushed through the darkness as fast as she dared without making any noise...sort of. Her flats made soft patters on the concrete and with each step, it seemed like they echoed off every building, even though the sound barely reached her own ears.
She finally made it out of the blackness when she began to hear another set of footsteps coming up to her. She looked around for the source but by the time she had found it, the owner was already right behind her.
She tried to quickly pull out her pepper spray but her purse was knocked from her hands.
"No," she cried and tried to go after the flying bag.
Two powerful hands grabbed her arms and a face sneered in hers.
"What's a nice little girl like you doing out this late?" the man asked, his unbrushed teeth and disgusting breath making Duck feel sick.
"Leave me alone," she said and struggled in his grip.
"What's the hurry? We've got all night."
"I don't," she said, hoping her voice wouldn't convey just how scared she was. "I've got somewhere to be."
"Now, now, cutie, what could be more important than spending some good quality time with me?" he asked, holding her tighter. "You aren't afraid of me are ya?"
"Just let me go," she said, her voice just barely above a whisper. "Please."
"Well, ain't that sweet? You begging me to let a perfect little prize like you get away? Why would I do a thing like that?" he asked and pulled her closer. His hands snaked around her body, making her put her arms up to brace against his body. "You're mine tonight, baby. There ain't nothing you can do about it now."
He looked like he was just about to kiss her when something really fast pulled him away sharply, causing the young girl to fall forward and gasp from the strange pull of gravity.
She looked up, trying to figure out what had just happened when she saw another man, a much younger and rather powerful man fighting the thug. She sat back on her heals, her hands clutching at her chest in fright, and watched as the newer man easily knocked the first man out with three punches.
The thug fell to the ground and she gasped when the young man looked at her from the side. She noticed he wore rather comfortable looking clothes, a plain but nice man's blouse and a pair of dark slacks, and his long black hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail. If she wasn't to the point of almost passing out, she probably would have thought the man was rather cute but...she could hardly keep her mind on breathing.
The young man picked something up and walked over to her, a strange look on his face. The look scared her and she quickly got to her feet, hoping that maybe she could get away. As he got closer the only thing she could do was step back. There was no way she was able to tell her feet to run, it was impossible.
She watched as he got closer and soon her back was pressed against a brick wall. As he stopped right in front of her, she closed her eyes and turned her head away.
"Please don't hurt me," she stuttered.
She waited for something to happen but all there was was silence, that is, until the young man spoke.
"I'm not going to hurt you unless you want me to." His voice was soft but sturdy and she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. "I was just going to give you back your purse."
She looked down to see her rather flat purse in his hand and she slowly took it, her hand shaking as she grabbed the strap.
"Th...thank you," she whispered.
"I hope you don't make a habit of walking home by yourself this late all the time," he said, puting his hands in his pockets. "It's pretty stupid."
"I...I, uh, got off work a lot later than I planned," she said. "I usually catch a bus home but..."
"They don't opperate after 9. I know," he said casually. "Don't you have any friends that could pick you up?"
"No, they don't have any sort of car," she said, a bit ashamed. "I guess I got myself into this mess, huh?"
"Not really," he shrugged. "It could have happened to anyone. I guess you're lucky I just happened to be passing by."
"Yes, thank you again," she said and looked up at him.
Now that he was closer and there was a bit better lighting, she could see that he was watching her very carefully. He had a look of slight worry on his face and his body still looked like it was ready for a fight, even though he tried to make it look relaxed.
"What is your name?" she asked suddenly.
"Fakir."
"Hi, I'm Duck," she said and tried very hard to smile kindly. "I...I'm really, very greatful for your help and I'd like to give your something as a reward. I, uh, don't often get rescued in the middle of the night so...I really don't know what to..."
"I don't want anything," he said and turned to walk away.
"Wait, couldn't I buy you a cup off coffee or maybe a sandwich?" she asked, taking a few steps after him. "I don't have much but i'd be willing to..."
"I told you, I don't want anything," he said again, looking over his shoulder at the girl.
"But I want to do something to say thank you," she argued.
"Just saying thank you is fine," he said flatly, looking at her full on now. "Just go home. You don't need to worry about giving me anything. I don't want anything and I don't need anything so just forget about it."
As he spoke, her mind was racing. He wasn't going to except anything from her as a thank you. No money, no food, probably not even a card but she just couldn't let herself let someone who probably just saved her life go without a wholesome thank you.
She looked at him and finally realized he was pretty attractive. She knew that she was most likely never going to see him again and getting rescued a second time was probably never going to happen again so she made up her mind. She was going thank him with something he wouldn't be able to refuse or give back and she made her way up to him.
"Okay, I understand that you don't want any sort of thank you," she said, "but I will never be able to live with myself if i don't do something to repay you."
"Are you deaf? I said I..."
She didn't let him finish. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down where she kissed him, very quickly on the lips. He was actually quite stunned but, even if he wanted to, the kiss was way too short for him to get unparalized and push her away. Instead, for the five seconds it took, he just closed his eyes and let her do her thing.
She quickly broke away and stepped back, looking down a bit embarrassed. There was a rather awkward silence between the two and Duck just decided to end it quickly.
"So, uh, thank you again," she said suddenly. She took his right hand and shook it swiftly. "I guess I'll be seeing you. Well...good bye."
She briskly walked off, leaving a still rather stunned Fakir on the street. He watched as she turned a corner and disappeared. He then looked down at his hand in confusion.
"Okay, what just happened?" he asked himself.
"Man, when did you become a player?" a voice asked from he darkness.
Fakir recognized the voice and quickly put his hand back in his pocket, quite annoyed by the voice's presence. He started to continue walking down the street when the voice's owned thudded onto a nearby fire escape.
"Hey, Fakir, who was that girl?"
"What the hell do you want?" Fakir mumbled.
"Just wanted to see my buddy," the voice called.
The figure jumped down from the fire escape and smoothly landed in front of Fakir. Fakir stopped as the figure stood and walked toward him. The light quickly caught the short, feathered, white hair of a young man about his age and the honey gold eyes of the voice's owner.
"Come on, what's your problem? Why don't you ever want to hang around me at night?"
"Because at night is the only time I can get away from my Grandfather, you know that Mytho," Fakir said. "Why can't you just leave me alone for twelve hours? The rest of the time I'm pretty much incarcirated so you and whoever can do whatever the hell they want to me."
"It's not that bad is it?" Mytho asked, finally standing in front of his 'friend'.
"When you decide to be me for a day then go ahead, have fun," Fakir said and pushed past the other young man.
"You know why Drosselmeyer does it. He's only trying to protect you," Mytho said. "These people are dangeroous and if they ever found out who we were then...it's good bye Charlie."
"These people?" Fakir stopped and looked back. "These people are dangerous? You're kidding right? We are dangerous. The only reasong they try to kill us is because they are afraid of us." He was now glaring at the other man. "You saw the girl, didn't you? She was not dangerous. I doubt that girl could ever do anything to hurt anyone."
"So? What if she didn't try to kill you, what says there are more people out there who are like that?" Mytho argued back.
"Because this race has so many different kinds of people that there is always going to be at least two people who are similar," Fakir said. "As vampires, we are all the same. We all think the same, act the same, fear the same fears and look where it's gotten us. We're hiding. I don't care if I live forever if I have to continue to hide. It's not how we should live."
"Would you stop being so depressing?" Mytho whined. "I mean, come on, lighten up. Our lives aren't that bad. We may not be many but we still got each other, right?"
"This is why I hate talking to you people," Fakir mumbled. "It goes in one ear and out the other."
"Just go with it, Fakir. I'm sure you'll find happiness soon enough," Mytho said. "Come on, maybe you should get back, you know how Drosselmeyer gets if you're gone for too long."
"God, I hate that man," Fakir said, glaring at nothing. "He pisses me off so much."
"Dude, everything pisses you off," Mytho said and wrapped his arm around the slightly taller man's shoulders. "Come on, if you get back early, maybe he won't be so bad."
"I wouldn't count on it."
So, as you can see...Fakir hates his life and believe me, there is a way deeper explanation than hiding, I just haven't told you yet, or maybe I have. I can't remember.
Anyway, if you like this idea, I might write another story, based on this, kinda like the Jekyll and Hyde thing, but you guys are going to have to tell me what I should do. I actually think this could work...if I can work out all the weird little things that would probably make the story a bit strange.
So, again, tell me what you guys think in the comments and if you want more, just tell me.
Oh, and I know in my last Random Drabble I had a small contest thing. If you guys want me to do something like it again then also let me know. I think it would be fun to hear what you guys want as prizes.
(P.S. How much do you want to bet I can make a better vampire love story than Twilight? P.P.S. I've never read nor watched any of the Twilight series so...I'm just basing my sucky scale off of what I've heard and the bits I have seen of the movies.)
I hope that once again I have somehow entertained you and I can't wait to hear what you think. I'd really like to know if this could possibly be any good or is a complete flop. XD Tee hee.
