Dark Love

By: Padfoot-chan

Meep! Gomen nasai, Maniac-Miko! Oh, now I feel bad about getting you in to trouble. However, I'm really glad you and Midnyte Wolf like it so much so far. In addition, I put up a gift for all the readers/reviewers of Dark Love. It's on my deviantART account so just go to my profile and look at my homepage if you want to check it out. It is of Robin and Ivan so yeah :3 I tried really hard to make it good.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Sun characters. They belong to Camelot.

Warning: Shonen-ai hints but not too much until later in the story. More blood XD

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Chapter 3: Seductive Values

As the sun sinks below the mountains, my eyes flutter open and I slowly rise from my bed. I am not your conventional vampire. I do not like to dress in capes or sleep in coffins during the day. I am quite comfortable with blue jean pants and sleeping in a normal mortal bed no matter how much I am not mortal. I stare at the curtains next to my bed for a moment, watching as the last blood red rays of the sun disappear from view before I climb out of my bed. I move over to my closet opening it and then removing a thin black, sleeveless shirt and throwing it onto my bed. I turn around to look at the clock, rummaging further in the closet for a pair of pants to wear. The sun set early today, normally it would have set about an hour later.

Sighing my fingers touch the familiar material of one of my jean pants. I pull it out, frowning slightly. They had a hole in the left knee and blood stains on the back of the right pocket. It seems I was a little messy with the kill when I was wearing these. I throw the pants onto my bed next to my shirt and grab the ends of my nightshirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it over in to the corner of the room. As I move to undo my pants, my fingertips brush against a thin scar that is slashed diagonally across my chest. A memento of just how foolish I was when I was mortal.

Two years before I died, when my father returned home, drunk as usual, he tried to rape my mother as he sometimes does after hours of drinking with his so-called friends from his work at the factory. I had finally had enough, he was taking things too far and I knew that I could not just sit around and allow him to hurt my mother. What I did not know was that he had a knife on him. He cut me across my chest when I went to jump on his back to pull him off my mother. I almost died then blood loss. I wish he had killed me that night. At least then I would not have to walk the world taking the lives of people when I have no right to do so myself. It is not right, what I do, but I have no other choice. Until I might him again, I must continue to take the lives of others to become stronger so one day…I might just be able to beat him and avenge the death of my mother.

Occasionally, when I stop to really think about it, I feel as if I am trapped in my past, damned to forever relieve every single horrible moment with such clarity that the past sometimes collides with the present. It is strange how, even after becoming an immortal and living for more than a century, that I still have not learned that it is pointless to dwell on things that are not in my power to change. I cannot help feeling the way I do, though. There was so much I could have done in the past and now, there is only one option open to me. Revenge, even if it means death.

I quickly dress and step out of my room, walking through the silent house until I reach the bottom floor. I grab my keys off the counter in the kitchen and walk into the hallway, slipping on my long, black leather trench coat. I pull on my boots, zipping them up at the sides before I slide out of the front door, locking it with a glance at the deadbolt. The air outside was surprisingly sweet. The sakura trees must almost be in bloom. I had hoped that I would be able to stay in Japan long enough to see the sakura trees in bloom.

I push past the front gate, turning the corner and walking down the street, slipping my bare hands in to my pockets and closing my eyes, whistling an old tone my eldest sister had once song to me. It was so long ago that I heard her gentle voice.

The sweet notes die in my chest as I turn around another street corner and a young boy bumps in to me. I stand my ground as the boy stumbles backwards from the force of hitting me. He trips over his own feet and reaches out an arm to stabilize himself. Instinctively, I grab his grasping wrist, pulling him close to me before he can fall to the ground. He begins to speak with his head bowed, "Thank you for helping me. I'm sorry about running in to you, though. I should have been paying better attention…to where I…was going…" He looks up in to my eyes, his voice trailing off as he begins to stare at my face.

I know it is because of my strange eyes but he too has unnatural eyes. Deep violet. A mixture of deep seated passion and a sweet innocence only known by creators of Heaven, if there is such a place. I lost my faith the day my brother and sisters died. Something breaks within me and the physical contact between us unlocks something inside of me. A long forgotten power that I never knew existed.

I am burning. My every nerve was on fire. I was losing all rational thought and the only thing that becomes real to me are those violet eyes before me, under me, all around me, threatening to swallow me whole. Why was this child the cause of such intense emotion? How could such a seemingly insignificant person cause this burning desire within me when no one ever had before, not even when I had been alive.

I was not giving him enough credit, though. There was something about him that no one else had.

Again, that burning emotion struck me. I have to push against this emotion before it consumes me completely. With each push, however, it pulls me back in. Each time deeper than before, the insanity threatening to drive me over the edge.

I need to break away before I lose myself completely. I drop the boy's wrist and sidestep, walking away from him with graceful steps before I glance back at him, pausing as I watch him standing there, a sedated look on his face. "You should be more careful, kid." Why? "There is a murdered out on the streets. You do not want to be killed at such a young age, trust me. Go home." I turn away from him as he turns to watch me leave. I continue down the street in search of my victim, the boy still on my mind.

Why did I spare him? He walked right in to my arms and I allowed him to walk away, he had even stayed in the same place I had pulled him in to long after I left him. I slam my fist in to a wall, almost breaking through to the other side. Was it because of that burning emotion he had made me feel? What was that? It was so intense. I have never felt anything like that before. I thought I was drowning in a crimson sea of…of what? Passion? Desire? Lust? Perhaps…could it possibly have been…love?

How could I love someone when I am dead? I have memory of loving my mother and my siblings but this emotion was different. It is so strong that I am afraid of it. I swallow and wipe the blood sweat from my brow. I need to try to forget about ever having met him. I turn the corner, walking in to a dark alley and lean against the wall, breathing in the night air deeply and exhaling it slowly, trying to clear my thoughts.

He was so small and…cute. I am not afraid to admit it because it certainly was true. I confess that I had experimented with people of the same sex when I was alive and I am not so pompous that I would not admit my own feelings to myself. Who would hear them? It was not as if I was going to run after that boy or start stalking him. I drop my head in to my hand. The only reason he stared at me was because of my eyes. They were placing him under a trance, perhaps.

Why had that boy awakened these emotions, though? It makes no sense that just touching his wrist or staring in to his eyes would have caused such strong emotions to burn inside me. Had he felt it as well? Did he know that he had inspired those burning emotions inside me, ignited by his touch? I am a coldhearted monster now, there is no way that just touching him, gazing in to his eyes would have caused that emotion. Maybe I am sick. However, for as long as I have been "alive" as a vampire I have never once contracted an illness. It could be a mental thing. After all these years, I have finally lost it. That was possible, but I can feel that I am quite sane.

Footsteps echo in the alleyway and I turn, seeing a drunken men walking toward me. I narrow my eyes, placing the young man in a trance as I move slowly towards him, the man frozen by my spell. He is probably never going to think about me again and for some reason, that makes me angry. I grab the man by his neck and threw him against the nearby wall, pinning him against it as I lift him up off his feet. Once again, my upper lip curls back as my fangs slide out and I sink them in to the man's throat, pull them away and place my lips to the man's neck, sucking at the blood pouring from the opening.

I am acting childish. The blood is clearing my mind, even though the alcohol that the man was drinking is carried in the blood, now pumping through my own veins. Again, I bite down on my tongue and heal the wound with my blood before I allow the man to drop to the ground before his heart stops. I cut his wrists with my pocketknife and walk out of the alley, my eyes half lidded as I slide my hands in to my pockets and continue down the streets, not caring where I my feet take me. I should not have killed in anger. It was foolish of me. At least I was not angry enough to forget about cleaning up my mess.

I am sure that the vampire hunters here are aware of my presence but as long as I keep making it look as if the people have committed suicide, they have no real reason to come after me. I still need more time here. Once I get what I came here for, I can leave. However, I still am not so sure that I will find any information on my maker here in Sendai. There are very few vampires here and vampires are what I need to find out my creator's whereabouts. I need to know if he has been creating other vampires, that way they could most likely lead me to him. However, if they did not give him what he wanted from them, he would either leave them without notice or destroy them on the spot.

I pause when I find a familiar door blocking my path. It seems that I had unknowingly walked back to my house. I sigh and unlock the door with a wave of my hand, not wanting to bother with the lock. I move slowly inside, pulling my trench coat off and throwing it on the coat hanger before walking in to the living room, dropping down in to the couch and turning on the television. A young woman's voice comes on and she begins to speak. Obviously, she is a reporter. I can hear it in her voice. "There has been another murder tonight. A young man by the name of Takamori Shinichi. We are here at the scene of the crime with a teenager who saw the murderer."

I sit up at this and stare at the screen, thinking that it might have been the teenager who ran in to me before I killed that man. It was not him. It was a young girl, almost in her twenties. How could she have seen me? I would have sensed her. "Can you tell us what he looked like, ma'am?"

"Yes, he has shaggy white-blonde hair and really pale skin. He was about six-foot-one and, even though I did not get a very good look at him, he looked to be about in his late teens." Said the girl, looking a little frightened. I narrow my eyes at the girl. I had been too careless tonight, all because my mind was too distracted by that boy. He was still on my mind even now. I lay back on the couch and continue to watch the television, wondering if they would say anything else.

"The police are going to be on the lookout for people who match that description." Good luck with that. A lot of teenagers around my physical age match that description. If the woman had gotten a better look at me, though, I would have been in trouble with the police. I miss the old days when killing people was so easy and no one worried too much when someone suddenly turned up dead. Plague and sickness was not uncommon and people just died a lot. Now, people make a big deal about it. I need to start being more careful from now on.

Sighing, I turn my head away from the screen and close my eyes, a perfect image of that boy forming in my mind. So very strange. Who could he possibly be?

-TBC-

A little short but I couldn't think of what else to do. I need to make everything happen in the fourth chapter so I can start getting Robin a little more active in his chapters. I hope everyone enjoyed it. Happy Father's Day!