AN: Hello minna! I just wanted to take a moment and thank everyone for their wonderful reviews, it means so much to me, really. Thank you. Ah, and I feel that I should warn you that from this point in the story on, there will be shonen-ai. Or has there been already? e.e I don't remember, its been so long since I uploaded the last chapter. Oh well, this one has been sitting around for a while..in fact 4 is almost done! I'll wait for feedback on this one though ^.~ Enjoy..
Miyu stopped dead in her tracks, in the hallway of Shido's apartment complex. She felt the strong bond between her and her dearest Larva suddenly collapse. She was completely and utterly alone. Panic beat itself into her heart, which started to race as she started to run down the hallway.
"Larva!!!!"
She did not care who heard. She rushed out of the building, into the twilight, and started for the cathedral in which she had left Larva. It had been a bad idea. A cold, empty feeling was sinking into her. Minutes later, she flung open the doors of the cathedral, and ran in, her footsteps echoing through the vast interior. Then she stopped. A shadowy figure was standing in the front of the church, looking straight at her. He wore a large brimmed hat, and a long black cape.
They regarded each other in silence. Then the figure turned, and retreated, choosing a side isle, and walking out of the church. Miyu watched him, a mixture of curiosity, and unexplained fear, along with a sort of attraction. A moth to the flame. Then she focused, and ran to the basment. Tried the door. It was locked. She screamed out something, and pounded a fist on it, as hard as she could.
Cain looked up, annoyed to be interrupted. Larva also glances towards the door. He knew from the desperation behind the pounding that it was Miyu, back after realizing her possession was missing, lost. Well it wasn't going to be that way anymore. He had given himself to Cain. At the moment, Cain's body was on top of his, they were sprawled out comfortably on the floor, and Larva was absently twisting one of Cain's long golden bangs around his finger.
Cain leaned down and placed a small kiss on his lips. Larva received it, though unsmiling, in a way it was not his choice, but his duty. He wondered what Cain would have of him when they left here. Perhaps to kill Miyu. He had done it before, if it was required of him, he would do it. But...Miyu. Still a slivery thread of something held them together. Even the presence of another's claim on him could not quite tear away every connection.
The vampire girl pounded on the door again, tears of frustration rising quickly, and threatening to spill over her cheeks. She wiped them away quickly, but it seemed so hopeless. She sunk down, her back to the door, and thought she would wait for him. She hugged her knees and prepared for a long night of silence.
**
The basement was now empty, Larva and Cain having left through another exit, and the moon was a brilliant orb, hanging above the city. On a hillside, watching the city lights, a hunter waited. It was the same person that Miyu had stumbled across in the cathedral. He sat upon a tall horse, and had a sword strapped across his back. On his mind was only one thing: the vampire he was after. The golden one. Cain.
Cain was careless with human life, he took what he wanted without regard for the cost to his soul, the damage to the people around his victims. He had been contacted about this vampire, and he was determined to stop him, at all costs. He dismounted, tied his horse to a nearby tree, and descended into the neon shadows of the city lights.
The vampire in question was, at the moment, in the middle of a feeding spree, accompanied by Larva. In the midst of a stranger's lavishly decorated apartment, he was kneeling on the floor, supporting a young beautiful girl, his head bent over her neck. Her hair was blonde, and long, making Cain's own locks brilliant with the contrast. When he pulled away, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and the girl fell, limp and pale to the floor, a crimson stain creeping out from her neck and onto the ivory carpet.
Larva watched him, his face expressionless, not particularly feeling pity for the girl, yet not amending Cain for killing her either. Cain walked to him and brushed his fingers through his blue hair, bringing his face close to his, as if for a kiss, and looking into his eyes. The vampire's eyes were glowing with the energy of the feed, it had not been the first of the night. Then he pulled away, at Larva's faint smile, to just look at him. He felt that the shinma was reminded of something by his eyes, he always seemed to get a little distant when Cain looked at him in a certain way. Didn't the vampire girl have gold eyes..? He let it go. She was a thing of the past.
"Let us retreat from here, the night calls."
He turned off the lights in the apartment, and walked to the door. Larva moved from the spot he had ben standing at, and followed him. Cain tried the doorknob. Locked. He looked at Larva, slightly confused, slightly afraid. He had been aware of the three presences in and outside this room the entire time. Himself, the human girl, and Larva. The door was locked from the outside. He turned and started into the room, to see if there was another means of escape. The window...
As he looked to the window, he almost let out a yell. Completely still and silent, a figure crouched on the window sill, framed by jagged edges of broken glass. Cain had not even heard the glass shatter. He wore all black, a draping cape with a stiff, high collar, and a pointed, brimmed hat. Across his back was a long thin sword, and his brown straight hair fell down to just past his shoulders.
Larva looked towards the window also, showing his surprise more openly then Cain. He backed away a few steps, to the locked door. The figure stepped into the room. He moved with the grace of a predator, a born creature of the night, yet Cain did not feel that he was a vampire.
"Who are you?"
Cain's accented voice was laced with cutting suspicion, it was a demand for clarification.
He waited. The other man looked like he had no intention of answering, or saying anything. His hat shadowed his eyes and gave him a mysterious, dark look. Larva couldn't help feeling that he knew the man from somewhere..but he could not place it. After all, he had known too many people in his lifetime to keep track of them all.
"To you, It wont matter."
The man's voice was deep and quiet. Then there was a flash of steel, as he suddenly drew his blade and slashed down at Cain. The attack took the vampire slightly by surprise, he was used to speeches about righteousness first from little nobody slayers like this one. He pulled away, but not fast enough, the blade cut through his shoulder. Blood spilled onto his immaculate white shirt and black cape. He looked up, infuriated by both the pain and the insult, and smouldering from energy granted by his recent feed.
The battle scene that followed was furious, fast, and violent. Larva stood by and watched them exchange blows. They had started to look evenly matched, when Cain suddenly faltered, and dropped his weapon. It immediately returned to its original state-just plain vampiric blood, and splashed onto the carpet. Cain was wincing. Larva had not seen the last blow that had been exchanged between them, but it had obviously been in the other's favor. The vampire stumbled back, catching himself on the wall.
The ivory carpet was splashed in numerous places with deep crimson. Irreparable, but the owner wouldn't be around to mind tomorrow morning. Cain looked towards Larva, desperation breaking through the formal, amused mask of coldness he seemed to constantly wear. His eyes said it all. It was Larva's duty to kill or hold off the hunter until Cain recovered, though it was not his quarrel or fight. But this is what fate had chosen for him this time, so who was he to complain? When the hunter slashed down his sword for a final delivering blow, he was slightly surprised to see it deflected, a simple, yet precise counter. Larva stood between Cain and the vampire slayer, a serious expression on his face.
The hunter looked at him for a moment, in silent shock. Then he pulled his sword away from where Larva's scythe had it trapped. He backed away a few steps.
"Larva.."
Larva stopped, cautious.
"You know me?"
The hunter took off his hat, and brushed hair out of his eyes, looking at Larva. The formerly mentioned shinma got even paler then he already was.
"D."
Miyu stopped dead in her tracks, in the hallway of Shido's apartment complex. She felt the strong bond between her and her dearest Larva suddenly collapse. She was completely and utterly alone. Panic beat itself into her heart, which started to race as she started to run down the hallway.
"Larva!!!!"
She did not care who heard. She rushed out of the building, into the twilight, and started for the cathedral in which she had left Larva. It had been a bad idea. A cold, empty feeling was sinking into her. Minutes later, she flung open the doors of the cathedral, and ran in, her footsteps echoing through the vast interior. Then she stopped. A shadowy figure was standing in the front of the church, looking straight at her. He wore a large brimmed hat, and a long black cape.
They regarded each other in silence. Then the figure turned, and retreated, choosing a side isle, and walking out of the church. Miyu watched him, a mixture of curiosity, and unexplained fear, along with a sort of attraction. A moth to the flame. Then she focused, and ran to the basment. Tried the door. It was locked. She screamed out something, and pounded a fist on it, as hard as she could.
Cain looked up, annoyed to be interrupted. Larva also glances towards the door. He knew from the desperation behind the pounding that it was Miyu, back after realizing her possession was missing, lost. Well it wasn't going to be that way anymore. He had given himself to Cain. At the moment, Cain's body was on top of his, they were sprawled out comfortably on the floor, and Larva was absently twisting one of Cain's long golden bangs around his finger.
Cain leaned down and placed a small kiss on his lips. Larva received it, though unsmiling, in a way it was not his choice, but his duty. He wondered what Cain would have of him when they left here. Perhaps to kill Miyu. He had done it before, if it was required of him, he would do it. But...Miyu. Still a slivery thread of something held them together. Even the presence of another's claim on him could not quite tear away every connection.
The vampire girl pounded on the door again, tears of frustration rising quickly, and threatening to spill over her cheeks. She wiped them away quickly, but it seemed so hopeless. She sunk down, her back to the door, and thought she would wait for him. She hugged her knees and prepared for a long night of silence.
**
The basement was now empty, Larva and Cain having left through another exit, and the moon was a brilliant orb, hanging above the city. On a hillside, watching the city lights, a hunter waited. It was the same person that Miyu had stumbled across in the cathedral. He sat upon a tall horse, and had a sword strapped across his back. On his mind was only one thing: the vampire he was after. The golden one. Cain.
Cain was careless with human life, he took what he wanted without regard for the cost to his soul, the damage to the people around his victims. He had been contacted about this vampire, and he was determined to stop him, at all costs. He dismounted, tied his horse to a nearby tree, and descended into the neon shadows of the city lights.
The vampire in question was, at the moment, in the middle of a feeding spree, accompanied by Larva. In the midst of a stranger's lavishly decorated apartment, he was kneeling on the floor, supporting a young beautiful girl, his head bent over her neck. Her hair was blonde, and long, making Cain's own locks brilliant with the contrast. When he pulled away, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and the girl fell, limp and pale to the floor, a crimson stain creeping out from her neck and onto the ivory carpet.
Larva watched him, his face expressionless, not particularly feeling pity for the girl, yet not amending Cain for killing her either. Cain walked to him and brushed his fingers through his blue hair, bringing his face close to his, as if for a kiss, and looking into his eyes. The vampire's eyes were glowing with the energy of the feed, it had not been the first of the night. Then he pulled away, at Larva's faint smile, to just look at him. He felt that the shinma was reminded of something by his eyes, he always seemed to get a little distant when Cain looked at him in a certain way. Didn't the vampire girl have gold eyes..? He let it go. She was a thing of the past.
"Let us retreat from here, the night calls."
He turned off the lights in the apartment, and walked to the door. Larva moved from the spot he had ben standing at, and followed him. Cain tried the doorknob. Locked. He looked at Larva, slightly confused, slightly afraid. He had been aware of the three presences in and outside this room the entire time. Himself, the human girl, and Larva. The door was locked from the outside. He turned and started into the room, to see if there was another means of escape. The window...
As he looked to the window, he almost let out a yell. Completely still and silent, a figure crouched on the window sill, framed by jagged edges of broken glass. Cain had not even heard the glass shatter. He wore all black, a draping cape with a stiff, high collar, and a pointed, brimmed hat. Across his back was a long thin sword, and his brown straight hair fell down to just past his shoulders.
Larva looked towards the window also, showing his surprise more openly then Cain. He backed away a few steps, to the locked door. The figure stepped into the room. He moved with the grace of a predator, a born creature of the night, yet Cain did not feel that he was a vampire.
"Who are you?"
Cain's accented voice was laced with cutting suspicion, it was a demand for clarification.
He waited. The other man looked like he had no intention of answering, or saying anything. His hat shadowed his eyes and gave him a mysterious, dark look. Larva couldn't help feeling that he knew the man from somewhere..but he could not place it. After all, he had known too many people in his lifetime to keep track of them all.
"To you, It wont matter."
The man's voice was deep and quiet. Then there was a flash of steel, as he suddenly drew his blade and slashed down at Cain. The attack took the vampire slightly by surprise, he was used to speeches about righteousness first from little nobody slayers like this one. He pulled away, but not fast enough, the blade cut through his shoulder. Blood spilled onto his immaculate white shirt and black cape. He looked up, infuriated by both the pain and the insult, and smouldering from energy granted by his recent feed.
The battle scene that followed was furious, fast, and violent. Larva stood by and watched them exchange blows. They had started to look evenly matched, when Cain suddenly faltered, and dropped his weapon. It immediately returned to its original state-just plain vampiric blood, and splashed onto the carpet. Cain was wincing. Larva had not seen the last blow that had been exchanged between them, but it had obviously been in the other's favor. The vampire stumbled back, catching himself on the wall.
The ivory carpet was splashed in numerous places with deep crimson. Irreparable, but the owner wouldn't be around to mind tomorrow morning. Cain looked towards Larva, desperation breaking through the formal, amused mask of coldness he seemed to constantly wear. His eyes said it all. It was Larva's duty to kill or hold off the hunter until Cain recovered, though it was not his quarrel or fight. But this is what fate had chosen for him this time, so who was he to complain? When the hunter slashed down his sword for a final delivering blow, he was slightly surprised to see it deflected, a simple, yet precise counter. Larva stood between Cain and the vampire slayer, a serious expression on his face.
The hunter looked at him for a moment, in silent shock. Then he pulled his sword away from where Larva's scythe had it trapped. He backed away a few steps.
"Larva.."
Larva stopped, cautious.
"You know me?"
The hunter took off his hat, and brushed hair out of his eyes, looking at Larva. The formerly mentioned shinma got even paler then he already was.
"D."