Howdy all!

Here I am again, with a new chapter for you! I can't believe that I'm on chapter 10 ( I won't say already, cause that would be a lie but:P). Here's a chapter for all of you who have been waiting for Muraki. There shall be Muraki up to your throats. Or well, not really. But a lot of him at least:) Happy happy. I'm almost feeling like going on a random killing spree to get to my Tsuzuki now cause of the Muraki:P Either way, Hope people will enjoy this, we are one step closer to the end:O I'm planning like 3-4 chapters more. But there might be a sequel after that too XD

Well, on to the story!

Red Moon

Chapter 10, Damned Memories

As Muraki withdrew his fangs from Watari's throat, Tsuzuki could do nothing but stare at his friend. He was so pale and the look on his face was pained. Tsuzuki could only stare as if in a trance. He saw his friend sag against the ropes as the vampire licked his teeth and lips clean with a contemplating expression on his face. Then it seemed like he had made a decision and he raised his head and looked straight into Tsuzuki's eyes. He smirked. It was a malicious smirk and it made Tsuzuki panic and his eyes left Watari and the vampire, only to fall upon the pentagram drawn with fresh blood and the corpses piled up neatly behind it. And then his mind seemed to return and Tsuzuki was suddenly aware of how much the old factory reeked of blood as he bent over and threw up, falling on his hands and knees as he did so, not stopping until there was nothing left to expel from his body. Despite that he still kept on hulking as the smell got to his nose again and again. He couldn't move from the position, even though he wanted to as he heard the vampire closing in on him, not even as he felt Muraki's cold hands slip around his waist to lift him. He felt petrified, the smell of blood reminded him of something forgotten. A terrible fear and pain that would never stop. As Muraki lifted him, Tsuzuki couldn't help but to grab a hold of his suit, squeezing the material tightly in his closed fists. Muraki carried him out of the room, and the fresh air made Tsuzuki cry from relief. He didn't even care that it was the vampire that was carrying him, as long as he got away from the stench and from the fear and recollections that came with it. Tatsumi was standing outside of the building, staring at Muraki as he carried Tsuzuki with hate in his eyes, obviously believing that Muraki was the one who had caused his anguish. He moved to summon his shadows but Muraki simply glared at him and it stopped his movements. The look in the vampires eyes told him that right now the game was off and that he would show no mercy it Tatsumi tried to stop him now. Tatsumi found himself shaking with fear, the power he could feel from Muraki now felt completely different from how it usually was. If he made a wrong move Muraki would smash him like a bug. So instead of attacking and taking his friend back, Tatsumi stood unmoving as Tsuzuki was carried away from him.

Muraki was walking in a steady pace, holding Tsuzuki close to him and little by little, he started relaxing. A short while after that he fell into a deep sleep in the vampires arms, feeling strangely warm despite the coldness from Muraki's skin. For a while he didn't dream, but simply slept, able to completely forget everything that happened to him for a while. Unbeknown to him he snuggled closer to Muraki's chest and as he did, the boiling anger in Muraki that had threatened to spill over calmed down and he smirked down at his pet. The delicate lips were pouting slightly and his skin was deliciously pale, even for being a human. Muraki felt oddly at peace, carrying the man in his arms and at that moment he did not have any wish to follow through with his plan. Not by using Tsuzuki at least. He was sure that there would be others, and he had unlimited time to find them. But the feeling only lasted as long as he was still close to his pet. Once he had arrived at his apartment and gently put Tsuzuki down on the bed, covering his slightly shivering form with a blanket and left the room to let the other man sleep, he lost it. He needed to go through with the plan, and as soon as possible. But before that, he would have to punish the man that took such good care of his pet before. He walked out of the door again, and then walked across the hall to knock on the door. It opened faster than one would have expected, any normal person would have been asleep by that time.

"Oriya" Muraki said, "I need you to watch over my pet."

The man sighed. He wanted to ask what Muraki was going to do now and try to argue for him not to, but saw that it was not the time. Even though they had been friends for a long long time he could never really understand his friend. Nor would the wilful vampire ever do what Oriya asked of him. As if reading his thoughts the vampire told him not to worry.

"There won't be anymore killing right now."

And then he turned and walked down the hall, turning to the right as he came to the staircase and walked down. Not once did he look back to be assured that Oriya would do what he had asked, there was no need to. He arrived at the hospital not long after he had left, walking with twice the speed any human could run without breaking a sweat. The hospital was lit up brightly with a cold white light that made even the nurses on duty look like vampires. Confidently Muraki strode to the desk, giving the nurse behind a false yet charming smile. It was the same woman he had met before, Muraki realised, and then his smile wasn't completely faked. She had fallen so easily for him last time, and judging by the small gasp she let out, she hadn't forgotten him.

"Hello sir" she said, beaming at him, "how can I help you today? Or maybe I should say tonight." She joked. Muraki felt himself becoming disgusted by her. Compared to his pet, she was an ugly whore, but none the less, right now she was useful. For no matter how much he felt like trashing the place until he found that doctor it would do him no good and it would be a waste of time. He forced the smile to stay on.

"I'd like to see Gildred if you don't mind? She is here, right?"

The frown that came upon her face was oddly suiting. She obviously did not enjoy the fact that he was asking for the oldest nurse in the hospital. Was she not just so much more pretty? Muraki could pretty much feel what she was thinking. It was laughable. But then, her smile returned as she told him that Gildred was indeed there. But she couldn't just let him visit her like that, as she was on jour right now and might be called away to help a patient any second.

"Oh, don't worry" Muraki assured her, "It will only take a second or two. You see, she's my aunt and I just wanted to drop in for a second to surprise her as we haven't met for such a long time."

He gave her his most innocent smile. It wasn't very innocent, but the girl was dazzled and she, once again, bent the rules of the hospital and allowed him to go meet her. Just as she was about to show him the way, a parent and her young child walked up to stand in line behind Muraki and she was forced to give him a description of the way instead. She sighed sadly as he walked away with only a short "thank you". It wasn't hard to find the right place, just like when Watari had accidentally eavesdropped some time before the door was opened slightly and the vampire could easily hear the nurses gossiping. But he had no business with the other ones, they were simply bothersome and in the way. He considered his choices for a second before deciding that the simplest way was probably the best. Focusing his energy he sent a silent order to everyone in the room but the old nurse to go to sleep. Soon after he heard thuds as the ones that had been standing up fell down on the floor and then Gildred's gasp at what had happened. He entered the room and the old nurse gave him a vary look. Unlike the receptionist who was easily fooled by a pretty face Gildred had many years behind her and she had seen some strange things in her life. And she knew danger when it showed it's face. Muraki granted her a malicious smirk.

"W-what do you want?" she stammered, hoping that he would realise that he had gone the wrong way and leave. "I have nothing you could want!"

"But that's where you are wrong," Muraki smirked, " You have some information I would really like to know. Won't you tell me?"

She did not know what kind of information it was, but she didn't care. Nodding her head fervently she said, "anything!"

"Such a good girl," he told her, sitting down by the table. "I'd like to know who about the doctor in the rumour. You know who it is, don't you?"

Gildred got a surprised look on her face. "Dr. Satomi? What would you want with him? He quit a long time ago, I'm not sure where he went after that."

"Why don't you try thinking a little bit harder? I'm sure there are something else that you can tell me."

Despite the wording, Gildred knew it wasn't a request, but a demand. And she knew better than to decline the man anything he demanded.

"I guess I could try to find our old files on him…"

Muraki smirked.

Tsuzuki awoke slowly and uneasily. Even as his mind was waking up, he was trying to push it back down into the abyss of sleep so that he wouldn't have to face the memories. But no matter how he tried he was still waking up. Eventually he gave up and sat up in the large bed, absentmindedly noticing the feel of the high class covers on the bed and how soft the bed was. But the luxury that surrounded him did nothing to help his desolate feelings. The memories still hadn't returned fully and as he sat up he remembered them in parts and flashes. But that only left him confused and bothered. He didn't want to think about it at all, but since he already was he would rather that they came in full. Tsuzuki tried to catch one part and force it to come out as a whole. Memories of pain made him shake in the bed, yet he continuously tried to recall what he had once forgotten. But he was interrupted before he had got very far, an unknown man stepped in to the room and he was carrying a bowl that let out a delicious smell. Tsuzuki could not appreciate it, however, his stomach was still rebelling and he only wished for the food to disappear. The man frowned as he saw Tsuzuki's disgusted face. He stuck the bowl right under Tsuzuki's nose, making the other man reel back. He felt like puking again, but there was nothing left for him to dispose of.

"Eat!"

Tsuzuki looked at the man again as he was ordered like a stubborn child.

"Muraki told me you puked your guts out. You need the nourishment."

He stuck the bowl in Tsuzuki's hands, and under the mans stern watch Tsuzuki reluctantly started eating. His stomach made strangled sounds and Tsuzuki paused. The man glared. Tsuzuki took another bite. As he ate more and more, he noticed that he was suddenly feeling better. The nausea that he had previously felt had almost completely disappeared and as his body got nourishment the memories suddenly did not feel as threatening.

"What's your name?" Tsuzuki asked between the bites. "I'm Tsuzuki."

"Oriya. I know."

The other man's reply was short and to the point, not exactly inviting for discussion. Nevertheless Tsuzuki felt quite comfortable in his presence, it wasn't at all oppressing like the vampires despite the lack of conversation. By the time Tsuzuki had finished his bowl of stew he had actually started feeling almost content. If only it wasn't for the nagging of the memories at the back of his mind that wanted to be let out. As it turned out, they would get their way as the door suddenly opened and Muraki dragged a familiar figure inside of the room.

Sorry if Oriya is bad. Not a character I'm too fond of. And you have no idea how hard it was to find a fairly suitable character to be the doctor! I mean, really. Not superhappy with what I got, but it'll have too do:P And isn't Muraki just adorable there somewhere around the middle:P I don't really know where that came from, cause it so wasn't what I had had in mind, but I'm quite happy with it:)

Please R&R as alway and make my day and updates faster!^^