Disclaimer: Don't own it!
Chapter Eight
Donatello leaned in, his lips barely touching the wound. He parted them slightly, preparing to take the whole thing in. He didn't even think about what would happen if Leo woke up, he was too far gone to be in that state of thinking anymore. All he could think about now was the blood that was in the body before him, the sweet enchanting blood. Leo's pulse echoed in his ears.
Just a little bit closer, and all that he wanted could be his.
"Whoa! Dude, what the hell is going on in here?!" Mike stood in the door way. He had journeyed through the open door to find his brother almost locking lips with the other sleeping brother. Or, that's what he thought he saw. He was absolutely appalled…and a little confused. Now he just wasn't so sure what he saw.
Don turned around.
The outburst of foreign noise completely broke the trance he was under, leaving him feeling empty and very confused. Rationality, along with everything else, came rushing back to him. The force hit him like a two ton truck. He looked around; he couldn't remember anything, other than that…feeling. Leo stirred and opened his eyes, casting a confused glance towards the turtles that were in his room.
Don took one look at the awoken Leo, one look at the appalled Mike, and his head began to spin. Now he remembered, but he wished that he didn't. The ground came up as his knees gave way.
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Raph's eyes widened, completely in shock.
Right before him, the guy had disappeared.
His arm still hung over the edge of the ledge, his heart still racing. He wouldn't have believed it if he didn't see it himself…and he still didn't believe it.
It all happened so quickly. The guy had stepped backwards, that horrible smirk on his face. He was falling, and then…he was gone.
He just vanished.
Raph blinked a few more times before standing. His body still ached from the scratches and bruises he had received earlier that night, but he paid them no heed. He had bigger things to worry about.
Like…What the hell just happened?
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"Donny!" Mike was at his side in microseconds, catching Donny in his arms. The turtle in purple held his hand to his temple as another headache ripped through his cranium.
"I don't know what happened…" Donny tried to explain as Mike brought him back to a standing position, but he was not able to finish, that headache getting the best of him. Leo moved over in his bed, also worried over the current situation. He, himself, was very confused, being asleep when all of the "action" commenced. He had no idea what had happened, but he did know that Donny was now distressed. He motioned to Mike, telling him to sit Donny down on his bed. Mike complied. Kneeling down, he looked the turtle in the eye, hoping to find some sort of answer for what he had just seen and walked in on.
'His pupils are dilated.' Mike took note, storing it for later.
Donny stared back at Michelangelo, his vision blurry. For some reason, he just couldn't focus his eyes. They still burned.
His stomach growled.
He winced. Mike and Leo heard it too.
"I think I'll make some soup…" He stood, giving Don one more glance before leaving the room.
There was more to this story than meets the eye, he was sure of it. And he for one was going to get to the bottom of it.
Leo watched him go. Turning to Donatello, he noticed that the turtle did not look him in the eye.
Instead, his full attention was on Leo's beak.
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Owen opened his eyes. He was in his apartment. Chuckling despite his sudden headache, he discarded his jacket. The sword soon followed, but only to be picked up again.
'That was enjoyable.' The expression on the turtle's face right before he disappeared was priceless. Sometimes, being a vampire was the best. Normal rules of gravity and physics and such did not apply.
Vampires had their own rules to play by.
Owen grabbed his throbbing temples.
Though, vampire rules were sometimes just as unfair.
He needed blood.
Now, clad in only his black midriff and pants, he journeyed through his abode, the sword still in hand. He made his way to his 'kitchen' which mostly only consisted of an old counter, a fridge, and a microwave. It was all he needed really. He opened the fridge, placing his sword on the counter. He peered inside.
'Hn. Almost out. Looks like I have to go out tonight and get more.' Three blood transfusion packs occupied the frosty shelves. With a slight frown, he grabbed one of the packs. The beep beeping of the microwave soon followed.
Cold blood was absolutely dreadful.
Warm blood was good blood, living blood was even better.
He still frowned. He hated transfusion packs, but it kept him alive at times of need.
Still…a real feed would be good for him. It's been while since he actually hunted. About a week if he wasn't mistaken.
The microwave beeped. He uncrossed his arms, pushing himself from the counter ledge. The transfusion pack found his mouth. He sucked lightly as he retrieved his sword.
The thing about transfusion packs was that no matter how much experience one got in heating the blasted things up, the never came out the right temperature. Sometimes it was too hot, sometimes too cold. He just couldn't win.
The warm liquid filled his mouth.
He scowled, too hot this time.
The other thing about transfusion packs was the taste. Just like he had said before, it was awfully dreadful.
Yes, a live feed was sounding better and better not that he thought about it.
He finished his pack. Despite the god awful taste (How could blood taste so bad?) he did feel a little bit more revived, but a baseline hunger still rimmed his need.
He retrieved his coat, his sword going back in its proper place.
Sometimes the heart just wanted what it wanted, and a live feed is what he wanted…and needed.
His first thought was to travel the Plane again, going back on to the streets as soon as possible. But he was low on energy as it was, traveling the Plane would only defeat the purpose. It would take all of his energy just to make it to the streets.
His stomach rumbled; a new headache began to make itself known.
'Well, looks like I've have to be doing this the ol' fashioned way.' He opened the window. The wind kicking up, sending a chill through the dark apartment.
With a leap, he was out the window, easily jumping down the two stories between his window and the ground. Once his feet touched the ground, his nose took to the air, immediately sensing his prey's location.
A good hunter knew his prey, and he was a good hunter.
There was a gathering planed for tonight. Some club was having a grand opening, Club Rain* or something of the sort. If his memory served him well, it was only a few blocks away.
'Well, I guess I should get started.' With the scent or the air leading his way, he began to walk.
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Mike mused over the steaming pot. Slowing, the air around him became more and more enthralled with the aroma of the soup. He leaned over the pot, letting the aroma fill his nostrils. Boy, did it smell good. Turning, he began to clean up.
However, just as he began to run the water, he heard the door open and shut. A pretty banged up Raph entered the kitchen.
Mike beamed; he wasn't expecting Raph to come back until the morning, like he always did. This only proved that Raph was just full of surprises. There was no base line with him; that was one of the things about Raph's personality Mike liked, to Leo's annoyance. Raph now stopped, turning to Mike. It had not been his intention to stop in the kitchen, but now, the smell intrigued him. Mike watched him out of the corner of his eye, waiting for him to turn around. When he did, Mike grinned.
Then…there were those other times that Raph was completely predictable!
Turning his head, he caught the gaze of the red banded turtle, and held it.
Raph silently watched Mike. His stomach growled. He was hungry. But…was Mike mad at him? Mike had always hated it when any of his brothers fought, even when it was just an argument. But this time…it was much, much more than just a silly argument. Raph and Leo had really fought, drawing blood on both sides. He knew that Leo was mad at him, that was a given, but was Mike?…
He was relieved to see Mike's smile. All was well.
His stomach growled.
Well, almost
Mike, at Raph's look, nodded towards the table, the grin never leaving his features. Raph took a seat, his pas thoughts forgotten. All he could think about now was his growing need for food. To Raph's delight, Mike soon appeared with a steaming bowl of soup and a spoon. Raph eagerly accepted them. He was really hungry.
Mike turned to go call Leo and Donny, but Leo help up a hand, already in the door way. He, too, took a seat after fetching his own bowl of soup. The red and blue turtles exchanged glance, but that was all. Mike then took a seat, but stopped when he realized that he only counted two heads.
"Where's Don?"
Leo looked up from his soup, the spoon half way to his mouth. "He went to his room."
Mike tilted his head. "But he was hungry."
Leo shrugged before bring the spoon the rest of the way to his mouth. "I know, I asked him about it and he said he wasn't." Leo shrugged again before returning to his food.
Mike wasn't so sure. Casting one more glance at the two turtles, he headed back though the hallway. On the very end was Don's room.
'Warning. Beware of Nerdz'
Mike couldn't help but smile, like he did every time he read that sign. He had thought it was very clever of him at the time. A while back he had found a 'Beware of Dog' sign in a trash heap at the junkyard, and quickly added it to his pile of treasures. He had happily placed it on Don's door, only after crossing the word 'Dogs' out and writing the word 'Nerdz' over it in his infamous scribble. He remembered when Don had first seen it. Coming home from his own night of scavenging (probably for computer parts and such), Don was…well…a little less enthusiastic.
~Flashback~
"What the hell is this?!" Don's fifteen year old eyes stared in disbelief at his door. Mikey poke his head out of his room at Don's exclamation. He grinned.
Don had found his present.
Mike joined Don in the hallway, admiring his own handiwork.
"Yeah! Isn't it great?!" Don threw Mike a look.
"What's it doing on my door?!"
Mike sighed; he knew Don would react this way. Thankfully, he still had another trick up his sleeve. Putting on the saddest face he could muster, he faced Donny once again. Mike made sure that his brown eyes melted as he talked.
"Don't like your present?" His lip quivered. Don wasn't fooled for a second.
"Mike. What is this doing on my door?" He repeated himself, this time, a finger to the object in question.
Damn. Don could be as hard as nails some times. Well, he could be as hard as nails too.
"I put it there." Sometimes straightforwardness was the best way.
"Why?" Don blinked. Mike shrugged. He really didn't know why. Well, actually, he did know why. There wasn't anywhere Mike could put the sign in his room; there was just no more room. And with Donny's room being right next to his…it seemed like the most logical place at the time. But, he couldn't tell Donny that he was using his door for safe keeping.
"Because, I wanted to." was his response. Don gave him a look.
Mike caved, the nails breaking under Don's will.
"Look, I'll take it down, ok!" Mike reached for the sign, but Don's hand stopped him.
"No-no. It's ok. I kind of like it." Mike stepped back. Now that was unexpected. Still, Don admired the sign. It would take some getting use to, but if Mike gave it to him, then it was his, no ifs, ands or buts about it. Don entered his room, throwing a smile in the orange clad turtle's direction before shutting the door behind him. He would keep the sign.
~End Flashback~
And he always did. Seven years later, it still hung on Don's doorway. Mike sighed.
Slowly, he entered the turtle's room, the sound of wrenching reaching his ears.
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*Don't own Club Rain. It's actually a club here in Rochester. It had its grand opening a few weeks ago. O_o
Again, not a big cliffy…well, not even a little one. But still, a lot more to come!
Oh, slight author note.
For future reference (and past references) I tend to explain Donny's situation through the original character, Owen. You know, vamp stuff…that's all I can tell you with out fear of being found out (THEY'LL SHOOT ME YOU KNOW *eye shift*) anywhoo…
R and R
