Chapter 9: Sirens!
The silent city of Azumano became alive as car after car littered the streets; their sirens sounding like that of the bells that tolled high to the surface from the confinements of hell itself. Violet irises gazed out at each car, glaring with unhidden hatred at the drivers. Each was in blue uniforms with the letters, "A.P.D." printed across the chest in bold titanium white. This was completely unexpected, he had to admit but he wasn't scared. After all, none of them knew what they were dealing with at all. Handing the painting to Daisuke, he cursed as he noticed the hidden sensors causing each and every room to flash a putrid crimson, one that he knew all to well. Someone was coming in through the back pretty quickly. Signalling to Daisuke quietly to hide the painting, they each waited as the scent of a mortal stench grew ever so strongly, tainting the atmosphere around them.
"On the ground! NOW!" Someone was holding a gun to his and Daisuke's head. Lowering himself alongside the boy, he waited as the man above him fumbled with the cuffs before lowering down onto the vampire from behind, a policewoman doing the same. Before the wench knew what was happening however, crimson twisted across her vision before she plummeted onto the ground, having been tripped up by the boy who was now eyeing the gun being pointed straight at him. That was when the vampires elbow hit home up into the mans ribcage, cracking a few ribs in the process. Zipping out through underneath, he laughed cruelly at the expression on each of their faces before following suit as they each made it out into the open, his wings unfurling as he grabbed hold of Daisuke and took to the skies, ignoring the protests coming from Daisuke down below. The painting was within the boy's hands. He had taken it just as they were making their escape.
Feathers brushed against the air delicately, petals falling from the sky into a bed of Chrysanthemums, their roots becoming buried within the earth below. Escaping each police car that tried to catch up with the flying vampire was easy, even the boy holding onto him tightly as they each left the scene behind could do it. Dark feathers fell from the skies, showering everything they touched within a bask of pure purple, new ones growing from where the others had fallen. This didn't hurt him. In fact, to watch them fall was certainly a truly breath taking site to see yet there was a downside to all this. Any vampire could pick one up and easily track him down. That was why he tended to avoid flying whenever he could but back there, it was all different, like that of a group of spectators watching a circus act that simply wooed them and made them feel envious of the gifted performers that performed tricks to impress their audiences.
The oldest trick in the book was tight rope walking and that was certainly something that he was still getting used to. A vampires balance was exceedingly exceptional, yet they still had their faults, a package full of nothing but kinks and hidden nightmares that only came in puzzles for each creature to work out on their own. There was nothing however, that he was scared of, except for losing control on the beast inside his stomach. To tame that beast was like a thousand hells drawn over each other. Two feet pierced the shields of the sky as they came to a positively blistering stop, sending his wings into a state of frenzy as the boy jumped out of his arms, landing perfectly upon the floor. Amber irises concealed by flecks of anger and irritation flicked dangerously around his eyes, staring with hidden daggers at the wiry man in front of him. It appeared that when the vampire had lost control, the boy had become scared of what was happening…or maybe what was going to happen next?
"Idiot…why did you do that?" The boy didn't quite shout but what he was getting across was simply far more unbearable than the constant yowls of a heated argument over nothing of utter importance. The vampire smirked folding his wings back in as he did so. Mortal emotions such as anger made him feel dizzy, yet he never let them take on a temporary hold of his senses. He refused to do so in speaking about what had gone wrong which seemed to anger the boy even more before he finally stomped away into the lobby if the apartment, obviously going to check up on his friend. The vampire remained outside, drinking in the night sky as fangs pierced the flesh of his lower lip, drawing blood yet leaving it to draw itself out instead of slurping or licking the seeping wound, the infections that hang around the air so freely dying upon trying to infect his body. By looking up at the lunar goddess in the sky, drinking in all thoughts that it gave off, he felt like he was floating slightly, yet his wings weren't out.
"Geez…what's wrong with me?" The words spoke meaningless thoughts of utter insanity to the people who passed by him, whispering words that he could pick up with his sensitive hearing yet refused to listen to each. Words of a song floated around his mind ever so freely, like that of a parasite refusing to die from hardly any contact with an organic host.
"Tender words whisper slowly upon dreams and nightmares,
Each dream speaking only words of happiness and wisdom,
Yet we all die at the hands of a nightmare.
The very nightmare that haunts us all.
How is it all going to end?
What will happen when we are gone?"
Those words stuck with him all the way as he took off into the lobby, resting cold hands upon the reception desk as he took one look at the empty desk before moving on to his apartment. By now, it appeared that Daisuke had found the secret key that was always placed after its uses under the rug beside the door. Slipping his claws into the lock gently, he managed to pick at the stubborn metal cache with ease before shutting the door quietly, strolling slowly into the room beyond the wall. No one heard him come in and that was the way he liked it. The painting had been left upon the coffee table, the figure of Krad becoming slowly more detailed. This painting had once been a masterpiece, done by a young, budding artist who was especially interested in painting supernatural beings. Now all that the painting resembled was just a piece of paper, slowly spreading the evil of a man who appeared to be trapped in two dimensions in its own right.
Dreams of nightmares long passed the borders of time itself seemed to reach her mind as she lay in temporary rest, her mind disturbed at what she saw when she always closed her eyes:
Risa lay asleep as if nothing had happened to her. Her skin wasn't pale, nor was her pretty eyes lifeless. Brown globs brimming with tears looked up at the window as if frightened of what was going to possibly come through her window. One swift movement, one shower of gold, one scream that sent her blood flying to the roof of her head, making her feel noxious and ill from the scene at hand. This was something she didn't want to see. Her sister fell silent, her body slumping itself back into the once comfortable bed that soon became the resting place of the falling martyr as a wraith like creature turned to her, its golden wings driven to ride the winds even further. She felt sick, like this was just a horror movie and nothing more.
This was becoming far too much for Riku's small frame thrashed wildly against the bed covers, the silk becoming crumpled under the girl whose eyes shot open just as a scream erupted from her throat, followed by sobs and the crying of her sisters name. A pair of arms tried to calm her down, yet it was not dark. Looking up into amber, she immediately clasped him into a hug, whispering his name continuously as if it was her last. The door shot open then, followed by the sound of Daisuke's voice as he promised to check up on her after. She could feel violet irises looking over her trembling frame before she tried to explain in a trembling voice that seemed hard to actually make any sense out of, but the vampire managed to do so as he wrapped cool arms around her trembling frame, kissing away her tears as if they were a terrible burden.
You mean everything to me…I hate to see you like this, my beautiful angel. Please don't cry…As soon as that was said, the girl quieted a little, the memory of the nightmare beginning to fade from her mind as she lay within the arms of her lover, feeling his delicate fingers trace the side of her hip.
Now I know how she died…
Authors notes: I know I can't write songs but I had to give it a try...
