Heart of the Beast
Part Four: Road to Perdition
"Squall?" Basara cheerfully walked into the living room, happy to see his older brother sitting at the table. "Would you like some lemon cookies?" "Sure. Although I can't eat human food." He could see it in Basara's eyes that he couldn't accept the fact that Squall was no longer a living being. No matter how easy the concept may be. Squall turned away, looking at the tv and frowning. "...do I repulse you?" "Do I.... No! That's not true! You are my brother!" "Then why do you look at me like you can't comprehend that I am Walking Dead?" "Because..." Basara looked away, tears pouring over from his eyes. "I don't want to comprehend that. I never wanted to see the day that my older brother turned into a vampire. I never prepared for such a case, and now it's finally happened. It's like... it's a leech in a Squall skin." "...then why....?" Squall's voice was low, yet mennacing. "Why treat me as your brother if I'm a 'leech in a Squall skin'!?" "Because!!!" Basara threw the tray down harshly causing it to break. "I can never get over the fact that you're my brother yet you live in the world of the night time as a vampire wearing my brother's face as his mask!! And when I look into your eyes, I see that you had given up all hope of life and yet... Squall was never a quitter!!" The beauty rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door, Squall was already out of his seat, trying to reach out for his younger brother. //You know you want to.// "Who is this?" The voice was female... and it was familiar. //I'll throw myself at the Prince's mercy... just relax. You... turn Basara into a vampire.// "No!!! Basara is too pure!!" //Do it!!!! Squall walked into the bedroom, Basara was crying into the pillow. The Russian prince grabbed Basara's hair and yanked it back. Basara screamed, trying to keep his brother from taking that fatal bite. But he was paralyzed. //Yes!! Do it!! Feed your hunger!!// Further sinking down to bite into Basara's neck, Squall drew his fangs. Tooth scraped against skin, but he was very hesitant of it. Basara sobbed and gasped, pleading with what little voice he had to get his brother to stop. Squall fought as hard as he could, but it was almost as if someone pushed him down. His fangs sank into Basara's tender skin, the reflex caused Squall to start sucking Basara's blood. Basara stopped struggling, in fact, he stopped moving. Squall pulled away and pushed himself from his brother's body. He screamed out, the windows shattered behind him. He took that fatal leap out the window, screaming Basara's name.
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"Basara!" Opening his eyes, Basara looked hazily into Brad's midnight blue eyes. "W-what happened?" "We were able to get the vampiric toxin from your blood." The handsome auburn-haired doctor smiled sadly. "But only a transfusion will compensate for the loss." "S-squall? Where is he?" "...dead." Brad's glare turned cold. "He threw himself out of the window and fell 49 feet to his Final Death." "N-no!!!" "Please..." Brad held him closely, stroking his soft hair. "Rest." "My brother is dead..." The beautiful Basara wept on Brad's chest, clinging to the black turtleneck Brad was wearing. Stroking Basara's white hair, the mage's eyes locked firmly on the red roses by the bed. Deep in his mind, he knew who was responsible. It was time for payback--Brad Crawford style.
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"Come on, Fang." Yugo lightly tugged at Fang's leash as they walked down the darkened street of the city. Looking around, Yugo had the slightest feeling that something bad was gonna happen. Fang's uneasy behavior rose that suspicion even more, his eyes shifted and he looked around. His hair was on end, a low growl escaped his snout. Yugo dropped the pooper scooper when the shadows began to shift. A figure emerged from them, a very handsome figure with long red hair and a yellow headband. He also had red shades and a black double-breasted jacket. The man spoke with a very distinct German accent. "Gutenabend, herr wulf." At this point, Fang was snarling, his eyes glowing in an eerie way. "I will not hurt you...." The man grinned with vampire fangs, his green eyes sparkled. "...much."
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