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Chapter two
Raph groaned. Donatello had passed out. Looking down at the still turtle in his arms, he unconsciously checked Donatello's breathing and heartbeat. Both were steady. That had to be a good sign. However, it was still unnerving to see his brother in this state, hurt and unconscious. With a huff, he hoisted Donatello up and over his shoulder, steadily making his way to their home. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at his brother's misfortune. He, unfortunately, had seen the whole thing. The entire course of events had basically unfolded before his very eyes. It all began when he had reached that one rooftop. He had been in the process of leaving for good when he heard the sounds of fighting from below. Of course he went to investigate. He couldn't over look a possible opportunity to bust some heads in. He had leaned over the building's edge, and was surprised he saw that it was his younger pacifist brother, Donatello, down there scrabbling with some city slicker. Raph had decided that he would leave regardless since Donny looked like he was handling it. He was just about to turn away when something else caught his eye. There was a guy slumped against the wall, his neck bleeding heavily. That had confused Raph. He didn't see a knife, or any other weapon on the guy Don was fighting. However the blond guy was seriously hurt as if he was cut. Before he was able to completely comprehend the entire situation though, the black haired thug Donatello had been fighting shot below him like a bullet, fleeing into the darkness. Instinct told him to follow, but his logic told him no. Donny had it taken care of. Raph was not one to interfere in someone's else's grapples. He knew that he would not have wanted any of his brothers to interfere if he had gotten into a fight. However, when he turned back to look for his brother, he froze. Donny was gone, a trail of blood in his wake.
"Oh, Fuck!"
Raph leapt down from off of the adjacent roof top, not "giving a damn" about being in the light or in plain view. All of his thoughts of absconding flew the coop, and was replaced just as quickly with worry for is little brother. His mind played the same scenario over and over again. He would find Donatello dead, or just clinging to life. Either way, the same end played out. There was no way that Raph alone could get Don home fast enough in the case of an emergency. Donny would end up dead, just like Splinter. He cursed himself as he dropped down, the air whipping past his ears causing his bandana tails to flail. If only he had joined the fight, Don probably wouldn't have ended up getting hurt. He landed in a crouch, sprinting as soon as his feet hit solid ground. His heart beat echoed in his ear with every step he took, following his brother's trail of blood. He didn't know if he could handle it, losing someone else. It was just too much. No, he knew he couldn't handle it. Quickly, he rounded the corner, and was immediately relieved to find his brother still standing, alive. The relief didn't last long though. Donatello was crouched over the manhole, his right arm dripping blood. As Raph was closing the gap between them he saw his brother sway and stagger in his spot, muttering something to himself. This did not look good. That fear crept back up on him, causing him to move even faster. Thankfully, just as Donny's legs finally gave out, he was close enough to catch the falling turtle. Donny's dead weight slumped into his arms. He was also close enough to hear the obscenity that was muttered by his brother right before he reached unconsciousness. His mind on automatic, Raph quickly opened that same manhole Don had been struggling with, and headed home.
Now, he sloshed through the empty sewer, Donatello's dead weight slowing him down considerably. However, gradually he found that his surroundings were becoming very familiar. They were almost there. Just one more bend, and they would be at the front door of their home. He found it ironic. The very same home that mere hours ago he had vowed never to come back to, he now sought out. The bend was rounded all too soon, and he quickly found himself face to face with the object in question. It didn't look much like a door, in that sense, but more like a giant latch, only able to be opened from the inside. Another of Donny's infamous inventions. He fingered the door frame in contemplation. His instincts told him to leave Donny there and take off, never to come back again. It was all just so easy. He would knock before running off into the sewers and out of their lives forever, just so that he wouldn't have to face the rest of his bothers again. But in his mind, and his heart, he knew he couldn't do it. Letting out a sigh, he shifted Donatello from one arm to the other before knocking on the metal door.
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Leo paced the kitchen, his hands behind his back, his eyes distant. Although he was moving no farther than the barricade of the room, his mind was moving farther and farther away. Mike watched him wearily from his spot at the kitchen table. He knew why Leo was so unnerved, Raph and Don had not come home. Leo didn't have to work himself into a fit over it though. Mike huffed and laid his head back down, resting it comfortably on his crossed arms. He was tired as hell, but Leo had insisted that the both of them stay up and wait for the other members of their family. He knew that it was no use arguing with Leo, but he didn't have to be happy about it. So, he settled down, dozing lightly on the table top. A daunting task with a pacing brother disturbing his slumber. Mike sighed, watching his bother as he made his "laps" around the room. He actually didn't see what the problem was. It wasn't unusual for Raph to come home late, although now it was "early." Looking at his watch, he blinked. It was 6:03 in the morning. He had to admit, it was pretty late. In the past the latest Raph had ever come in was at 3 am, and that was when he had been drinking. But usually he would have been home by at the most 2 am. Not to mention the fact that Donatello was out also. Donatello, the brother that would be on the computer at all hours of the night, that usually confined himself to his room to read books, that would fiddle with his electronics to pass time. Yes, the turtle that barely had a social life to speak of, except for a girlfriend that he would mention sometimes, was out. Mikey would not admit it out loud, but that did kind of worry him. If he knew he was staying out that late, for whatever odd reason, Don would have at least called or somethin'. Now, Mike was really getting worried. What if something had happened?
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
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Owen slumped to the water drenched ground. A frost bitten wind blustered through the dark alley, whipping about the loose long silver strands of hair. It surrounded his youthful face in white splendor. Callously, he eyed the newly dead body. A fellow vampire.
It was sad.
This one was a newbie.
Although they lacked the experience and knowledge of a well aged vampire, their strength and powers were fresh and untainted. On the battle field, that came in handy. However, that was not always the case. This one in particular, lacked something else. He lacked sanity.
Some were just not fit to be creatures of the night. If they didn't go crazy from the crushing need for blood, they went crazy from their new immense power. It broke the strongest of wills. Rain fell over the body, washing the dark blood away. His dark hair stuck to his pale face, a sword through his heart. The waters also washed away the past. All evidence of the fight fled to the nearest storm drain. Owen Cromwell stood, pushing himself off the ground, his past exhaustion forgotten. Slowly, he made his way to the still form, the wind becoming more and more fierce with his every step. The sword's gleam reflected in his dark, emotionless eyes. His thin pale lips curled into a smile.
It was finished.
His long black coat whipped around his legs as he stood over the dead body. It was sad, such power, such youthfulness, useless. Bringing his hand to the hilt of his sword, he pulled. The sword came free, new blood mingled with the pure water of rain. The task was done. Sheathing his sword, he turned away. Behind him the sun peaked over the horizon. The body withered and shuddered from it's spot on the ground, burning to a dark ash despite the water. However, Owen walked away, unfazed. The wind once again played with his hair.
It was time to head back to headquarters. There was a bounty to collect.
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"Damn it, Raph! What the hell did you do?!" Leo looked into the sewer through the open door. Raph ignored his brother, roughly brushing past him into the lair. Donny was still unconscious in his arms, but at least his breathing was steady. Raph placed Don onto the couch, propping his head up on the old and worn cushions. Over hearing Leo's yell, Mike walked into the room, his curiosity getting the best of him.
He froze.
Don lay motionless on the couch. Meanwhile, Leo continued, his voice no lower than a yell.
"What happened?!" He finally got a good look at Donatello. The blood stained his skin.
"What the fuck Raph! Isn't it enough that you come home every night after getting your own ass hurt from a brawl you were too dumb to avoid, but you had to go and drag Donny into it too. Probably went in to save your ass no doubt. You know Raph, when are you going to learn that everything you do has consequences? Huh, Raph?!" Leo paced as he talked, raising his arms in exasperation. Raph stood, closing his eyes. Donatello's drying blood caked his body, his hands, his mind. Leo's talking continued, unfazed by Raph's stillness.
"No, why am I even bothering? It's a lost cause. You're gonna keep doing shit like this until you get yourself killed. You know, that's just like you! Too damn stubborn. Maybe if it wasn't for you, Donny here wouldn't have gotten hurt." He motioned towards the fallen turtle, Mike at his side. He had journeyed over to Don while Leo talked, and now he stared down at him with big empty eyes. He cleaned and wrapped Donny's arm in silence, disregarding the other presences in the room. Raph blinked, finally speaking.
"Leo, I didn-"
"Raph, this is no time for excuses. You could have gotten Donny killed!" It happened so fast, Mike almost missed it. Raph spun around sending out a fist to Leo's jaw. By instinct, Leo dodged, but not quite. The fist grazed his chin, leaving behind a nasty bruise. Before he could counteract though, Leo found himself pinned to the near by wall, a sai to his throat. Raph stared him down, his speech coming as a low growl.
"I. Didn't. Do. Anything!" Raph's sai mere inches from decapitating Leo all together. He loosened his grip on Leo, allowing him to fall to the ground. Taking a step back, he re-deposited the sai in his belt, while hitting Leo with a challenging glare. Leo kept quiet, watching his brother. Idly, he put a hand to his own neck, a small trickle of blood made it's way down disappearing under his plastron. An awkward silence followed. That was until Mikey finally looked up.
"Leo…" His voice, although soft, broke the tension. Both turtles turned to look at their younger brother. The worry in his voice signaled that something was wrong.
"Yes, Mikey?" Leo took a step towards Mike, of whom had not looked up from their fallen brother since he had finished cleaning him up. His brow furrowed.
"Is Donny suppose to be this hot?" Leo followed Mike's gaze as Raph moved to Donny, placing a hand on his forehead, his anger forgotten. Quickly he looked up, his eyes wide.
"Mikey, get a cool towel! Leo, get some water! Donny's running a fever." Mike rushed out of the room. Leo however, hesitated. Since when was Raph giving orders? Raph caught his stare and delivered one of his own. Leo rushed to the kitchen. He would not start another fight. No, the fighting was over. All they could and should be focusing on now was Donny.
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"Where am I?" He tried to open his eyes, but his eye lids would not comply. A dreaded thought told him that he was dead. But he still felt his body.
"Is this what it feels like to be dead?" He felt like he was laying down, but the pull of gravity was not there. He just felt…free. He went to sit up, but realized that something hindered his movement. A thick warm liquid surrounded him, making it harder to move. After a few half-hearted attempts to sit up, he gave up. It wasn't like he was in a real rush to go anywhere. Besides, it was just so warm…and soothing. He felt himself let go and relax, his consciousness finally slipping away. He was just so comfortable…so comfortable.
"There he is…"
The unfamiliar voice shook Donny from his tranquility. He opened his eyes just to find himself watching from a roof top. He tried his mouth, but it did not work. He tried to move his limbs, but it seemed as though they were trapped. The liquid was gone, but he could still feel its presence.
'What the hell…' His eyes blinked, but he was not controlling them. They scanned the alley, waiting. Confusion took its toll as the voice rung out again.
"You are mine!" It was a shock to realize that it was his own vocal cords, but once again, he was not controlling them. His voice sounded…different, like it was a completely different person. The eyes shifted, following a figure down the street. The man walked, unbeknown to the danger that waited above. Donatello stared through the eyes that were not his, also watching the unsuspecting blond man.
'He…looks familiar." He definitely had seen that face before, but couldn't remember where. He was thrown from his thoughts at the sudden movement of his body. The ground he was watching was coming up fast as "he" leapt from the roof top. Don flinched. It was way too high up to jump from and land…uninjured. But his feet landed, just as if he had dropped from five feet instead of fifty. As soon as he hit the ground, "he" was on the blond's tail, silently following him. The blond walked, obliviously. Curiously, Donny watched on. What was happening? Why couldn't he move? They were questions that ran over and over again in his mind as he watched on, helplessly. "He" tailed the blond, following him through a rather large alley and across the street. The Blond looked up once before heading into a smaller alley. He felt himself smile, before entering the alley. Donny noticed that his surroundings were looking more and more familiar. Complete déjà vu. Suddenly, "he" was on the move. Soon the blond was up against the wall. His fear evident. Donny stared. This was just crazy. What the hell was going on?
The hunger…
It was just so much now. Donny's own stomach made flip flops, he felt it too. He looked into the man's eyes, the man's fearful eyes. Suddenly "he" thrusted himself into the blond's neck, the skin tearing underneath his teeth. There was a scream, the blond struggled from under the bone crunching force being exerted on him. A new surge of power went through "him" as he felt the precious blood go down his throat. Donny was repulsed, but at the same time, he felt that surge. He felt it, he felt everything. It was as if the warm metallic liquid was running down his own throat, that his own craving was being quenched. This was just too much. However, it didn't end there. "He" heard a sound, and sensed a presence. Spinning, "he" turned around. It was then that Donny finally realized what was going on, and it scared him even more than the entire ordeal.
"He" turned around, and Donny came face to face with…himself.
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Author's Notes:
The "mysterious stranger" (Raphael) rescues Don. And basically the story continues on from there. There is slight angst and such with Raph's journey home but other than that, it's all pretty self explanatory. THAT IS UNTIL MY SUPER SEXY HOT GUY COMES INTO THE PICTURE…WHOOOOOOOO!!!.….*clears throat….gets off desk*…….I'm sorry….I'll continue. A new character, Owen Cromwell. The definition of mysterious. There will be more about him in later chapters. (No Spoilers, sorry)
Later on there's the whole Donny consciousness/unconsciousness thing. Well, here's what's going on. (If you wanna keep your own speculations and ideas about what's going on, then don't continue. Otherwise, continue!….Wait, you wouldn't be here if you didn't care about what I thought….unless…..you're a ………….DEMON SPACE MONKEYS FROM BELOW THE EARTH'S CRUST!!!!! Coming from the depths of the earth and your smiley face spaceships just to taunt me with your political views and your bubble gum ice cream….I MEAN, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! HOW CAN ICE CREAM…BE BUBBLE GUM…IT JUST MAKES NO SENSE…..AAARRRRGGGGGG!!!!..*falls off cliff*)……..…I am SO sorry…
Anywho…
He feels everything that "Dark Hair" feels and sees everything that "Dark Hair" sees. Of course there is a reason, and here it is. It was believed that vampires dreamed things through their turner's eyes before changing completely. In this fic, Donny is seeing everything from 'Dark Hair's' point of view from another field of consciousness, if you will. As such, Donny is forced to watch "the hunt" and to feel the exhilaration along with "DH." (A small note here. This part is kind of interesting. Vampires would have only hunted for the sex they are attracted to. Otherwise, the blooding wouldn't have been as enjoyable. Dark Hair seemed to be enjoy the blooding a lot ; ). I'll let you think about that for a while………..) Meanwhile, Donny is watching the entire thing. His surroundings were described as "thick" "warm" and "liquid." I bet I left some of you guys in the dark as to what that is. The imagery continues on to the next chapter, and so will I : ).
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OK, I bet you guys saw that a mile away! Anywho, a cliffy…..yeah. Um, had fun writing this chapter. I liked the turtles reaction to Donny's injury and I like Owen, my new super hot guy character! Just for you Ani! R and R
