(Naomi: Okay, there will actually be one more chapter than Di intended.
So expect two more chapters to precede this one. Now, enjoy the fic!)
~Bloodlust~
Whenever it seems a tourtured life is finally making a turn for the better, things always seem to go horribly wrong. Perhaps this is not so for all people, but for one Cloud Strife, things always wound up that way. And he ended up suffering more.
He was not sure when the feelings started. All he knew was that they frightened him. In a way he had never been frightened. Hell, Sephiroth had never scared him like this, even when they had been locked in a life or death battle. No...this was a new level of fear, a fear of these feelings.
A fear of his own desires to spill blood.
The first time he had become aware of them, had been two weeks after Yuffie's arrival. He had been sitting in the very spot he was now, beneath the Rising Falls. The Wind Hunter had been relentlessly pestering Leon to tell her about his world, while he refused to talk about it. She had pouted then, asking him "why?" in a voice that made the Hunter of Shadows extremely annoyed.
"Because," Leon had replied, "it brings back too many bad memories."
"Oh," Yuffie murmured in understanding.
Meanwhile, Cloud felt an unnatural rage building within him. Thoughts that he prayed were the Demon's and not his own flashed through his mind like wildfire, only feeding his anger.
'Stupid...mortals...I should just...slaughter them now...watch their blood flow...'
He could not surpress a gasp, his shock and fear smothering the anger for the breifest of moments.
'Where...where did that thought come from?'
"Cloud? Helloooo? Are you okay?"
He looked at Yuffie, the fear melting into a dangerously calm expression which she did not seem to notice.
"I'm fine," he spat, the anger returning to his face once more. "Why wouldn't I be fine?"
Yuffie backed off a few paces.
"Whoa, chill out! I was just concerned, that's all! No need to get hostile..."
He laughed.
It was a mirthless, cruel laugh, and it caused Yuffie's eye's to widen. Leon's eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong with you, Spike? What's going on?"
Without warning, the Buster sword was pointed at the Spirit Hunter's throat. It's tip was a mere centimeter away from piercing flesh.
"Don't ask me that!" he hissed. "Don't ask me that like you actually care! You mortals are all the same! Born to cause pain and suffering! I should kill you here and now..."
The broad, heavy blade fell to the ground then, it's wielder now on his knees, eyes wide.
"What is this I'm feeling?" he murmured softly, sounding almost like a frightened child.
He had left them there, going off to find somewhere to be alone; somewhere he could sort out his thoughts. He had not made any sort of contact with anyone since then, thus leading to his position at that moment, seated cross-legged on a platform beside the falls.
'Why am I feeling this way?,' he wondered again. 'What is happening to me?'
*It is Bloodlust.*
'What...?!'
*The desire to destroy all life around you. Bloodlust. If you care about the other Hunters' welfare, being around them in this state is unwise. You may kill them.*
'Will this feeling...ever go away?'
*In time. It is uncertain as to how long it will last, and you are only in the first stages of it. It will get worse. Much worse. You will go temporarily mad, and try to destroy everything you can until it wears off.*
'Is there no way to prevent it?'
*You must kill something with innocent blood. That would satiate it for a time. And innocent blood, blood that is aware, can only be found in human children. And I am certain you have no desire to do that. So I suggest going to another world. One filled with monsters so that you may vent the Bloodlust safely.*
Yes...perhaps that was best. He would...
The feeling returned to him ten fold, his mind screaming for blood. It was too late.
Too late.
And now...he had to kill something, anything he could find.
Unfortunately, Yuffie chose that time to wander by.
~Bloodlust~
Whenever it seems a tourtured life is finally making a turn for the better, things always seem to go horribly wrong. Perhaps this is not so for all people, but for one Cloud Strife, things always wound up that way. And he ended up suffering more.
He was not sure when the feelings started. All he knew was that they frightened him. In a way he had never been frightened. Hell, Sephiroth had never scared him like this, even when they had been locked in a life or death battle. No...this was a new level of fear, a fear of these feelings.
A fear of his own desires to spill blood.
The first time he had become aware of them, had been two weeks after Yuffie's arrival. He had been sitting in the very spot he was now, beneath the Rising Falls. The Wind Hunter had been relentlessly pestering Leon to tell her about his world, while he refused to talk about it. She had pouted then, asking him "why?" in a voice that made the Hunter of Shadows extremely annoyed.
"Because," Leon had replied, "it brings back too many bad memories."
"Oh," Yuffie murmured in understanding.
Meanwhile, Cloud felt an unnatural rage building within him. Thoughts that he prayed were the Demon's and not his own flashed through his mind like wildfire, only feeding his anger.
'Stupid...mortals...I should just...slaughter them now...watch their blood flow...'
He could not surpress a gasp, his shock and fear smothering the anger for the breifest of moments.
'Where...where did that thought come from?'
"Cloud? Helloooo? Are you okay?"
He looked at Yuffie, the fear melting into a dangerously calm expression which she did not seem to notice.
"I'm fine," he spat, the anger returning to his face once more. "Why wouldn't I be fine?"
Yuffie backed off a few paces.
"Whoa, chill out! I was just concerned, that's all! No need to get hostile..."
He laughed.
It was a mirthless, cruel laugh, and it caused Yuffie's eye's to widen. Leon's eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong with you, Spike? What's going on?"
Without warning, the Buster sword was pointed at the Spirit Hunter's throat. It's tip was a mere centimeter away from piercing flesh.
"Don't ask me that!" he hissed. "Don't ask me that like you actually care! You mortals are all the same! Born to cause pain and suffering! I should kill you here and now..."
The broad, heavy blade fell to the ground then, it's wielder now on his knees, eyes wide.
"What is this I'm feeling?" he murmured softly, sounding almost like a frightened child.
He had left them there, going off to find somewhere to be alone; somewhere he could sort out his thoughts. He had not made any sort of contact with anyone since then, thus leading to his position at that moment, seated cross-legged on a platform beside the falls.
'Why am I feeling this way?,' he wondered again. 'What is happening to me?'
*It is Bloodlust.*
'What...?!'
*The desire to destroy all life around you. Bloodlust. If you care about the other Hunters' welfare, being around them in this state is unwise. You may kill them.*
'Will this feeling...ever go away?'
*In time. It is uncertain as to how long it will last, and you are only in the first stages of it. It will get worse. Much worse. You will go temporarily mad, and try to destroy everything you can until it wears off.*
'Is there no way to prevent it?'
*You must kill something with innocent blood. That would satiate it for a time. And innocent blood, blood that is aware, can only be found in human children. And I am certain you have no desire to do that. So I suggest going to another world. One filled with monsters so that you may vent the Bloodlust safely.*
Yes...perhaps that was best. He would...
The feeling returned to him ten fold, his mind screaming for blood. It was too late.
Too late.
And now...he had to kill something, anything he could find.
Unfortunately, Yuffie chose that time to wander by.