Disclaimer: I've tried disowning them and I've tried owning them. Both times the police come knocking on my door. Maybe this time I just say nothing at all…*knock knock*…damn.
Chapter Twelve
The lair was filled with constant movement; all three turtles were busy in their search.
"How could he just have disappeared? Where could he have gone?" Raph walked into the den. Donatello was not in the lab.
"I don't know. All I know is that he's not in his room." Leo looked up at Raph's entrance. He had been searching the other rooms of the house, but to no prevail. Now he just sat in the den, overall confused and disturbed by the disappearance.
Raph was right in his inquiry; where could have Donatello gone in such a "small" area of space in such a short amount of time?
Donny was "tucked in" at about one o'clock. He looked at the clock on the wall.
One seventeen in the morning, on the dot.
Barely seventeen minutes had passed since Don was put to bed and they had already lost their sick brother. Before he could pursue the thoughts further, however, Mikey entered the room.
"Well, he's not in the dojo." Mike shook his head. Leo's spirits seemed to fall as his shoulders hunched. That was the last place left unsearched, their last hope. Now it was official.
Donatello was not in the lair.
'Either that or he's pretty damn good at playing hide an' seek.' Leo hoped it was the latter, at least then Donatello wouldn't be in any real danger. How did this happen? How could Don just up an leave and not get noticed by any of them? Leo was in the kitchen the whole time, and he didn't see anything out of the ordinary? How did Donny pull it off?
Other questions made themselves known in his mind; other questions that never came up before, until now.
"How did he get sick in the first place?" It seemed important since it was formally a mystery never discussed. Mikey turned and shrugged, still in the den-kitchen archway.
All eyes turned to Raphael.
Raphael noticed their stares, his glance moving between the turtle on the couch and in the archway.
"What?" He began to feel uneasy. Leo asked his inquiry again, this time addressing the true recipient of the question.
"Raph, how did Don get sick?" He was growing more and more inpatient with the turtle in red, sighing when Raph only shrugged.
Leo was reaching the end of his rope. "Well, you were there! Tell us, Raphael. Why did Don come home sick that night?"
Raph blinked.
That night…That night seemed so long ago.
Two nights ago seemed like an eternity when your brother was sick with something unknown bug.
He tried to think back.
What had triggered Don's sickness?
All he remembered…was a fight.
Raph fell into the brown overstuffed easy chair adjacent to Leo and the couch. It had been Splinter's but at his death, it became unused, until now. Mike sensed that this would take a while, and took a seat next to Leo. Raph waited for the both of them to settle in before speaking again
It was then that he told the events of that awful night. The same night that had started it all and would change their lives forever.
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Donatello stepped into the poorly lit room. Centrice eyed him wearily.
"Where have you been?" Her voice was cold and collected.
She was pissed.
Her words did no good though. They fell on deaf ears.
Instead, all he heard and could focus on was the heart beat in his own ear.
He took one step towards her. The heart beat got stronger.
She froze, watching him carefully. Something was definitely different about him. She had sensed it as soon as he stepped into the room. Slowly, her anger melted away, worry crept into its place.
Something was definitely not right.
"Donny?" She asked questioningly. Her voice now sounded hesitant, matching her mentality. Something was up. He looked at her. She gasped. His eyes…
'Their…different. Indeed, his eyes were different. The inquisitive and gentleness that she always saw in them were now gone. Wait, no. Not gone. It was still there, but was overpowered by something else, a more animalistic nature she did not recognize in him... He eyed her hungrily, his gaze intense.
She also noticed how different he looked. His bandana and pads were gone, leaving him "naked." However, that was not what disturbed her. He looked…paler…thinner…and was he…growling?
She hated to admit it, but he was beginning to scare her.
"Donny, are you ok." Her voice broke, giving in to her uneasiness. Her eyes widened; he took another step forward. Once again, he did not answer her inquiries.
He just continued to stare at her with those intense eyes.
'What is he up to?' She took a measured step backwards. She knew the wall was coming up fast; his eyes flashed. He knew it too. That small voice protested in his mind once again telling him that he was treading in dangerous waters. However, this time, he did not stop. He took one step after the other, driving her back and into the wall. The heart beat in his head grew stronger and stronger; the pitter patter growing faster and faster with every one of his steps. She moved backward , mirroring his own steps towards her, her eyes widening as she felt the cool wall against her back.
She was trapped.
He stared into her eyes.
She was afraid.
He could feel it.
She closed her eyes, more scared than she had ever been in a long time. She knew that it was Donatello, the scaring of his skin making that evident. But, this Donny was not her Donny.
This Donny was a monster.
At that his eyes soften, her Donny showing through the coldness of his eyes.
It was as if he had heard her.
He had; her voice being one of the voices in his head. He stopped, less than a foot away from her.
He had heard her thoughts.
The idea completely threw him, breaking the trance that he was forced into upon arrival. That was until her smell assaulted his nostrils once again. He felt the hunger fight its way back into power, prevailing over his rationality one more time. This time he fought it but was immediately assaulted a barrage of pain. He moaned, clutching his head. Fighting it hurt so much, his stomach and head seemed to rebel against him, throwing him into agony. He moaned again, doubling over. Immediately he felt her hands on his own. She leaned in close. Looking up, he caught the worry on her face and in her eyes. A more primitive feeling went though him.
Fighting made him hurt.
Giving in would set him free.
He chose the latter, the easy way out. He was tired of the pain, of the fighting. He gave in to the feelings, the thoughts, the hunger. At the same time he felt his judiciousness escape him. He gave into the temptations, his senses, letting them drive him where they wanted to go. That was the only way not to feel pain anymore.
To just give in.
In horror she watched the change. His eyes…His eyes changed from pain filled to hard and cold right before her eyes. The fear crept up her back once again as she realized how close she was to him. His gaze seemed to look her in the soul as he closed the gape between his mouth and hers. Her eyes widened at the invasion, she had not been expecting that, but soon her eyes slid closed. The simple touching of his lips to hers made a surge go through her body.
The small touch seemed more intense than anything they had every engaged in.
She moaned, leaning into his mouth, brushing her tongue over his lips keenly. She just could not help herself, it seemed as though something took her over, making her melt at his touches. She moaned when he accepted it, sucking on it lightly. That was until her tongue brushed against something sharp in his jaw, cutting it.
A small cut, but a cut none-the-less.
She jumped, that had hurt. She opened her eyes, attempting to break the kiss, but he held her fast, deepening it instead. Meanwhile, his mind reeled. The blood on his tongue stirred his gut, the hunger becoming more and more active. He sucked hungrily, holding her in her place with a strength he never knew. She struggled, but soon gave in to his mouth and the feeling it gave. Actually, she was feeling…rather sleepy. Donatello sucked, soon growing impatient.
It was not enough.
He needed more.
He broke the kiss, letting her drop completely into the support of his arms. She laid there, her head heavy. It fell to the side, her eyes closed. Donatello took in a breath. Everything was suddenly five times stronger. He eyed her neck, the veins calling to him, beckoning him with their life, their blood. Her heart beat resonated in his ears, the taste of her blood still on his lips. Without another thought, he leaned in, completely giving into everything he had been fighting.
Teeth ripped through flesh.
She screamed, but he did not hear it. Instead, he heard her heart, tasting the blood flow into his mouth with every beat. Overwhelmed, he fell to his knees, bringing her with him in his strong arms. She struggled, stronger than before, but to no prevail. He held her throughout her struggling, and felt her body relax as she slipped into unconsciousness. He sucked on her neck, his own consciousness slipping away into the bliss that it brought. Turning so that he could brace against the wall, he sat, the girl in her arms. He let her fall to his lap as he completely lost consciousness, his eyes and his mind sliding shut.
The sound of sirens echoed from the streets nearby
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Owen leapt out of the way of the oncoming bullet, the girl forgotten.
Now it was his life on the line.
As soon as he hit the ground, his sword was drawn and in position. With a minor change in direction, the air ripped past him, his feet a blur on the hard pavement.
He would settle this once and for all.
The clash of metal against metal as his sword hit the gun filled the night air. Movement ceased with the struggle for control.
Trevor smiled. Owen was so predictable. He had played right into his hands like the putty weakling he had become.
With a surge of strength, he pushed away, sending Owen flying backwards. Owen landed in an open crouch on the ground about seven feet away, one hand to the pavement, his sword hand out to his side. They stared each other down.
"I see your still using that home made excuse for a sword." Trevor eyed the hunk of metal deridingly, feeling Owen's blood boil. He knew that that sword was Owen's pride and joy, and putting it down now allowed him the ability to play with Owen's emotions.
One of his few weaknesses, the pathetic excuse for a vampire.
Despite Trevor's prodding, Owen kept his anger in check.
"What about your weapon, hm? Traded it in for a piece of crap, I see." Trevor's eyes flashed. That ignorant piece of filth, how dare he!
He held his gun up into the air, the barrel pointed upward. With his voice full of hatred and scorn, he replied.
"Owen, this is what this world has become. But, of course, you are too blind to see that. That was always your problem, Owen, you live too far in the past. You're bound by ethics, bound by rules that don't even apply anymore. You brand a sword like it was three hundred years ago, while there are guns and tasers that can do the job just as effectively. Open your ignorant eyes, Owen. Your living in the past in the world of the future!" He pointed the gun straight at Owen. Owen's eyes narrowed. With a malice grin, Trevor continued.
"And, that will be your undoing." He shot, the double bullets leaving the gun at speed unknown.
Owen grinned, that was what he had been waiting for.
With a mighty heave, he hurled himself into the air, sailing over Trevor's head. Trevor followed Owen's overhead arc with his gun, shooting round after round, but to no prevail.
Owen landed, the tip of the sword at Trevor's throat.
At the very same moment, Trevor stopped; the edge of his double barreled gun at Owen's temple.
Sirens sounded in the distance. Both of them froze and listened, they were coming this way. Trevor smirked.
"Looks like this business will stay unfinished. Till we meet again, Owen." He nodded downwards, the smirk never leaving his face. With that, he was gone.
Owen stared, his sword dropping to his side.
Yes, till they meet again.
Owen would be ready for him.
The sirens were upon him and with one more glace towards the fallen girl, the fallen angel, Owen took his leave.
He would avenge that girl's death. He made a promise. No matter what, Trevor would pay for his sins against humanity.
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Hey, hey hey!!! Pretty cool stuff. I wonder what will happen next? *snicker snicker*…APRIL FOOLS!!! Hehehehehehe (why am I so silly today?) Anywho...this chapter was fun to write, wrote it all tonight too. : ) I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, and there is a lot more to come. R and R
