Heart of the Beast
Part Nine: Ageless Evils





Rain fell silently on the city that night, the rhythmic pounding was enough to put anyone to sleep. However, there were sleepless creatures this night. Creatures who thirst for revenge and for blood. Deep within the cozy den of the penthouse condo, a warm fire was lit. Play scripts rested on the floor, some of them opened, some of them closed. Sleeping on the couch was the beautiful Basara, covered with a thick blanket and an empty glass of milk on the floor beside him. A figure emerged from the shadows, an ugly malformed vampire with chauffeur clothes on. It slowly went to Basara's bedside and drew hideous fangs, Basara smacked his lips in his sleep and turned to the side.

The vampire reached to touch the locks of soft white hair when it heard the doorknob jiggle. It rushed for the window and leapt out, just as the door opened and Brad stepped in with a sack of groceries.

"I'm home! Gods, it smells like sewer in here." Brad closed the window and set the sack down.

"You're finally home." Basara smiled, stretching and sitting up.

"They didn't have your brand." Brad smirked, pulling out a bottle of fine champaigne. "Needed something to go with the meal."

"Oh Brad." Basara walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his lover, smiling.

"I want tonight to be special." Brad's lips barely touched his frail lover's forehead.

"Every night is special with you by my side."

Brad smiled, he tipped Basara's chin up and kissed him softly, tenderly. There was a moment of blissful silence, when nothing else mattered. Brad's hands trailed slowly down the beautiful contours of Basara's slender body, feeling the warm soft skin his his fingertips. There was a sparkle in Basara's eyes, he licked his lips and unbuttoned Brad's shirt with his slender hands.

"Wait..." The raven-haired arch-mage stopped his beauty from going any further. "The spaghetti..."

"I forgot." Basara pulled away, allowing Brad to go into the kitchen.

"Basara?" Brad asked from the comforts of the kitchen.

"Yes, love?" The angel sat on the couch, his fingers touching the page of D. L. Lawrence's works.

"Tell me..." He slowly began, stirring the sauce. "If you do win the Tony, how shall we celebrate?"

"Hmmmmm. That is a toughy." Basara smiled, putting his finger to his lips. "What do we do if I don't win?"

"We'll do the same thing we would do if you did." Brad smiled, tasting the sauce. "Such an achievement shouldn't go unrewarded."

"Oh Brad." The Russian bishounen giggled, blushing. "You always say such kind things to me."

"You deserve it." Brad smiled, then winked.

Basara giggled, sitting on the couch, posing in a way. Brad finished with the spaghetti and walked into the living room with two plates flowing with pasta. Their wine glasses tapped together, Brad and Basara's eyes were too busy admiring each other. For the rest of the time, they were feeding each other in a sensual way.



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"Gotcha!" Erik sent the shadows whizzing past Patches in hopes to capture it. The Nosferatu dodged out of the way, only to be tackled from the side by Kenshirou. They tumbled onto the dirty street for a minute until Patches rammed Kenshirou against the brick wall and continued running. "He's getting away!"

Tanaka leapt from the building and tackled Patches, this time keeping it pinned to the ground with his hands and knees. Patches snarled and tried to bite into Tanaka's flesh, but the Yakuza hitman kept his hands spaced apart so no teeth touched flesh. Erik walked over with a brick and grinned sadistically. "Talk or say good night."

"I dare not betray my mistress!" Patches snarled, foaming at the mouth. "You pretty boys have no idea what you put her through with that temporal spell!!"

"I have a good idea." Tanaka snarled back, his eyes were animal-like and his teeth with large canines. "Talk, scab!"

"Why should I talk to pretty boys like you?" Patches snarled back at Yakuza hitman.

"Good night." Erik raised the brick, yet, Tanaka did not stop him from bashing the Nosferatu's head in. Blood and brain matter flew everywhere, the body turned to ash before them. Getting up from the ground, Tanaka brushed the ash from his suit and walked over to the unconscious Kenshirou. He scooped him into his arms, gently, careful not to aggravate any wounds. The Yakuza hitman turned toward Erik, causing the German to blink.

"Search for the limousine, it can't be too far."

"Me? Why me? Aren't you gonna help?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, Kenshirou's forehead is bleeding. I'm gonna care for him."

"Alright alright." Erik walked away, shaking his head.


Tanaka opened the door to the bedroom, still carrying Kenshirou in his arms. The bleeding finally had stopped, there were no other injuries to account for. Tanaka loosened the necktie around Kenshirou's neck, giving him more air to breathe. Kenshirou took bigger gasps, then finally went to normal, healthy level of breathing. Stroking the blood soaked strands of auburn red hair, Tanaka carefully removed Kenshirou's cracked frames from his face. Setting the glasses on the nightstand, Tanaka's thumb touched his brother's lips softly, causing a moaning reaction from his younger twin. Pressing his lips against Kenshirou's, the Yakuza hitman lightly gripped the bedsheets. The doctor's arms were around his brother, returning the passionate kisses with some of his own. Parting slowly only to stare into each other's eyes, the twins could feel their chests rising up and down.

"Rest, brother." Tanaka whispered softly, then kissed his brother once again before standing.

"Tanaka." Kenshirou grabbed Tanaka's hand, holding on for dear life.

"I'll be here when you wake." Tanaka nodded, smiling.

Kenshirou smiled back, then went back to sleep. Sitting in the chair next to the bed, Tanaka slid his shades back on his face, he lifted the collar of his business suit. There was a trace of blood on the collar, Tanaka rubbed the gauze under the collar and it came back bloody. He tossed it aside and looked at his sleeping brother. //I'm not even sure I am immune to the kiss... we'll know in 3 days.//




-Continued-