Title: A Glass of Blood
Author: Jurii
Pairings: Quifer
Current Rating: Pg13
Genre: Drama/Horror/Romance
Disclaimer: We all know the story, I don't own FF8. Happy?
((BTW-depending upon the language, actions and interaction between the characters in the upcoming chapters, the rating may change.))
.:.A Glass of Blood.:.
In a dark, dense fog, she trailed through the desolate streets of Dollet.
The streets she walked were the most perilous in the city. A street, at night, where a woman should never be alone.
And her excuse for being by herself? She was on a mission, a rather confidential one too.
She remembered his instructions.
"Find out their plans Quistis, do whatever it takes. Come back before night
fall. And try not to let them figure you out." Squall advised her.
The sun is still up, but time is slowly slipping away...' she reached into her rain coat pocket and pulled out a small shred of paper, on it was labeled: (Address, 42-20)
'That's the place I have to go...'
She peered at the address of a small, nearby house.
"12-25? I'm nowhere near 42-20!" she whispered loudly in rage and stomped her foot down.
Walking down the street in the vast, grey city brought the thought of death to her more than ever.
The wind blowing the dead, dry leaves along the road. The chilly, thick mist that drifted in the air. The shadow that chased her wherever she went...
Perhaps it was just a silly fear, but she was fearful of her own shadow. She was almost like a child in that way.
And the thought puzzled her.
Was death her shadow?
She recalled Edea once theorizing that the closer your shadow was to you, the sooner you were to die.
But that was ridiculous! Almost just as ridiculous sounding as her idea, "Every time you sneeze, someone is thinking of you."
'Then why do you believe it?' her mind inquired.
Well, how could she not? To put disbelief in Edea's word was not wise. Whenever she told a story, a fortune or a premise, it was true—always in fact.
Out of paranoia, she glanced at the dull, orange brick wall of a run-down Drugstore to look at her shadow.
Her hand clasped over her mouth as she gasped..
To her astonishment, her shadow was not close, per say a foot or two, however, standing directly beside her.
Beside her...
'Hyne...this...this is impossible......And, I'm not going to die! I'm—I'm perfectly fine! I'll finish this damn mission and return to Garden safely! I'm. Not. Going. To. Die.'
Nevertheless, the influential words that spewed from her mouth were not powerful enough to hold back the anxiety.
Her eyes welled with tears as she dread the worst.
Letting her wild imagination posses her, she took off. She raced down the
dim, grey streets, forgetting and abandoning her mission.
She thought. To die, to drift in the land of lifeless spirits, left with
nothing but precious memories surrounding her, was chilling.
Death was her greatest nightmare, it had always been.
Using her feet like breaks on a bicycle or car, she stopped.
She gazed up into the sky , small dark pools of black swirled into
gleaming, gold dots, stars.
The combination of fruity, tropical colors in the sky burned into a quiet,
yet, dark navy blue.
The sun had retreat early this day and the moon found its way upon the
stage to lighten up the show.
'I should go back to Garden...I have to...' she thought and embarked upon the search to locate her car.
With her clean record, it hurt to abort the mission; other than that, if she didn't complete it and returned late....the consequences would be far worse.
She jogged further down the street; with no prevail of sighting her car.
'Where the hell is my car? It was red; in fact...it was the only red car! Where is it?? Where is it???' she began to lose control and gradually drowned in a river of apprehension.
She was getting so ahead of herself, she began to wonder if the car was even red!
Light. A large, blinding light illuminated the street.
She cuffed her hands above her eyes like a visor to see where the light
came from.
'The car!'
She scurried down the path screaming her lungs out, "That's my car!! Hey!! STOP! THAT'S MINE!! MY CAR!" she pleaded as the light of the stolen car faded into the dark, murky night.
Tears. Crystal clear tears crept down her flushed cheeks as she silently
stood on the road.
'Hyne...what am I going to do now? I'm stuck on the most dangerous area of Dollet, alone.
Alone...
Was she?
She rubbed her shoulders speedily, trying to catch warmth.
"Quistis..."
She swiftly turned around, "Who—Who said that?"
A black figure commenced towards her, "I've been waiting to find you for so long..." the figure stated with a soothing deep voice, the soothing deep
voice of a male.
She narrowed her eyes and took steps back the closer he came.
"I've been waiting for you and you've been waiting for me......Come, come
my love. Tonight is ours." He laughed wickedly.
Without heed, Quistis tripped over a deserted can in the road. Stumbling
back, she landed on the ground.
- -CRUSH- -
Quistis gulped, she had a feeling she knew what made the shatter sound.
'My glasses...'
She sat upright, not only did she have to worry about that stalker, her
glasses were broken!
Even if she couldn't see very well, Quistis wouldn't let him have her so easily. She gathered her valor and arose from where she sat.
"YOU'RE MINE!" he cackled.
Quistis was injured by the fall and dragged her right leg as she tried to flee.
He chuckled, "You have more bravery than I thought you had. Good girl." He applauded and clapped.
Quistis wouldn't give into his talk, she wouldn't make herself his, this was not her time to die.
"Aaah, yes. You have a bold heart, but I know how weak you are. Running
away? Yes, you're weak." He tested her.
She slowed down and leaned against a railroad-track beam.
"Getting tired already? The fun's just begun!" he laughed out loud.
She closed her eyes and glimpsed at her right leg, a shard of glass stabbed
into her knee.
Blood.
Blood streamed down her leg, it was a ghastly sight.
It made her sick.
"Our unity has initiated, my love."
Quistis could not see what he looked like, his garments were all black and
he covered most of his face-up to his eyes-with his silk, black cape.
His emerald colored eyes shimmered in the moon's light.
He drew closer and closer.
Quistis laid against the beam, strength, stamina, will...had failed her.
He kneeled be forth her, "You and I...we...together WE shall be
enternally."
Quistis's hand hovered of the shard of glass and with her quick wit,she pulled it out and pierced it into the stalker's shoulder.
He sprung backward and yelped in pain.
Escape. Escape. Escape.
All she could think of was escaping; her heart beat rapidly as she made way through the street.
"Help me! Please! Somebodyyy!!! Help me!" her pleas echoed throughout the
region.
He pursued after her, faster than before, "How could you? Quistis!" he
growled.
Quistis enraged him, now she really had to getaway!
But luck was not with her tonight and he pounced on her.
"Tonight...TONIGHT." He tugged at her coat.
She struggled and pushed, no success.
The stalker took his fist to her cheek and gave her a hard blow.
A dark crimson liquid trickled from the edge of her lips as she lay under him.
His face. He had skin as pale as a ghost, thin faint-peach colored lips, and a glint in his enticing emerald green eyes.
Those eyes were deep and she intently looked into them.
His greasy pitch-black hair fell upon his face as he pulled her coat off.
He flung her coat in the air and pulled down the neck of her long-sleeve
shirt.
His tongue danced across his lips and announced, "Tonight, Quistis. I, Renato shall drink yours and wait until the night of full moon to seek you again, then I shall claim you as mine!"
He was stronger than he looked, on top of Quistis, it felt as if a boulder was crushing her.
She trembled as he stroked his fingers through her hair and placed his cold
hand against her cheek.
Renato placed his head next to her neck and licked like a dog, making a
quiet Slurping sound.
He opened his mouth, making a "click".
Fangs.
He pressed his fangs against her soft skin.
Renato's breathe grew heavier.
He rubbed his fangs in an up and down motion against her neck, like he was
deciding were to keep them.
Quistis observed in horror as he cocked his head, ran his tongue over his
fangs, bit down into her neck and began to drink.
Her scream filled the entire City, waking babies, children, teenagers,
adults.
And...it was too late.
The beast caught his prey.
The nightmare had just started.
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