Fear of Love

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A/N: I know I should be working on Recollections, but I'm seriously stuck for inspiration with that fic. That, and I saw Queen of the Damned recently and really, really want to write a vampire-ish fic.

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Ichi: Darkness of the Damned

Long, pale fingers caressed the cold metal, grasping the microphone in an almost loving embrace – ironic, as he was one who could not love. Bloodless lips moved, forming words that lingered on the air, his beautiful voice enchanting all who listened.

His eyes opened, cold gaze sweeping the crowd. Those icy blue eyes revealed his soul, or rather, lack of a soul. They were the defining feature of his pallid face, a brilliant blue that stunned all that saw them. Only when his victims looked into his eyes did they realize that he was not human, only then did they taste fear. By then, it would be too late.

The cold wind whipped fine blonde strands of hair past his face, but he didn't feel it. He could not feel. Emotions were a foreign body, unknown, dangerous. He couldn't remember when the last time he had been happy, the last time he had been sad. When you were immortal, emotions didn't matter. Au contraire, life was a game and the challenge lay in how long he could carry on his existence without being discovered.

He was ageless, time held no meaning for him. Being forever held in the body of a youth of eighteen was tedious at best. But for so long now, he had known nothing else. He supposed at one time he had had a family, at one time he had been mortal. He couldn't remember, his mentor had taught him to reject the human side, to revel in his immortality.

The last notes of the music faded on the wind, and his lips curved into a smile that was almost sadistic in nature.

"Arigato," he said smoothly, studying the faces in the crowd, "That's all for tonight."

He paused, allowing their screams to fill the air. They loved him. Even now, their screams reached a crescendo, his name echoed through the stadium, music to his ear.

Slowly, he moved towards the center of the stage, returning the microphone to its stand. The wind picked up again, and his loose black silk shirt fluttered, wrapping itself more firmly around his thin frame. Another smile for his fans and the lights dimmed, leaving the stadium in almost complete darkness.

He left the stage, their screams still ringing in his ears.

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He waited in the shadows patiently. The bloodlust beckoned, reminding him of his hunger. Soon, he promised himself, all he needed was the right victim.

There.

Two girls, both around his presumed age, no older than seventeen or eighteen. One was blonde, her hair forming a halo under the harsh white lighting. She wore heavy make-up, wrapping her long, brown faux fur coat around her slender body. Thin legs were encased in black leather boots that ended just under her knees. Mascara ringed eyes peered worriedly into the darkness, she was obviously looking for someone.

Her friend had hair that was obviously dyed black, her face was powder pale, making her eyes appear darker than they really were. Black was the dominant colour of her ensemble, from the long black trenchcoat to the tight jeans that seemed painted on her. Even her lacquered fingernails glinted darkly in the bright light. A half smoked cigarette hung from her lips as she leaned against the ticket booth.

He smiled, and stepped into the light.

The cigarette fell from slack lips and the blonde's eyes widened in amazement. Calmly, he pulled out his own packet of cigarettes, lighting one and placing it to his lips, inhaling deeply. Then he offered them the packet. Red painted lips worked soundlessly for a moment, and he waited, enjoying the game.

"You-you're…"

The smile grew wider still, revealing milky white teeth, the incisors gleaming wetly in the light, "Ishida Yamato," he finished.

He enjoyed this game, watching as they regained their composure, smiling coyly at him and introducing themselves. He kept the smile on his face, his hunger growing more acute as he thought of the feast he would soon indulge in. They almost fell over themselves accepting his invitation back to his hotel room.

It was almost…pathetic.

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The two girls looked around his room, wide eyed. He caught the looks they kept giving each other, as though they couldn't really believe they were in the Ishida Yamato's hotel room. He poured two glasses of wine, offering it to them, the dark red liquid made him smile coldly.

He sat on the sofa, his fingers gently caressing the dark leather, admiring the contrast it made against his pale skin. As though on cue, the two girls sat next to him, one on each side. Yume, the blonde, smiled at him winningly, "I loved your concert, Ishida-sama." Her fingers crept over to his shirt, beginning to unbutton the black silk.

He made no move to stop her, leaning closer to caress her face with cold fingers, "Drop the formalities, Yume," he whispered in her ear, "Just call me Yamato."

The smile on her face grew, and she lowered herself into his lap, moving to kiss him. "Anything you say…Yamato."

"That's a good girl," he could see the pulse in her neck, knew each heartbeat as though it was his own. The hunger pains grew and he pushed back her hair, revealing the lily white skin of her neck. He bit down, and a gasp escaped her lips. Slowly, tenderly, his teeth broke the skin, pushing deeper into her bloodstream, eliciting a cry of pain.

He drank, savoring the taste of the warm liquid that ran down his throat. She struggled in his grasp, fighting to get free. In response, he tightened his grip, not releasing her until he drank her dry. Gently, he laid her back on the couch, her skin a deathly shade of white. He knew she hovered on the brink of life and death. Only he could save her, and there was no merit in that. Her face was damp, streaked with silent tears.

There was a choked cry from the other side of the room. His cold blue eyes took in the huddled form of the other girl – what was her name again? It didn't matter anymore. Before she realized it, he was standing next to her. Fearful eyes stared up at him, her breathing was erratic and she tried to move from under his gaze, only to find the wall behind her.

He smiled, revealing bloodstained teeth, "What's the matter? Scared?"

She screamed.

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A/N: What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Reviews please! This will probably turn into a Sorato later on. But don't let the coupling phase you, it's gonna be much more than just another romance fic. For those wondering about my webpage, I'm working on getting it back online, so don't worry, Cherry Blossoms and Ki Blasts will be back soon.