Blond Silence 9/?

By Nix Winter

Disclaimer: ff8 characters are not mine. They belong to Square Enix. Everything else is mine.

Warning: mention of mpreg, description of murder victim, another original vamp character, or two

Nine

Squall didn't like him. The kid clung to Seifer's arm like it was a teddy bear and Seifer didn't push him away, didn't even frown. As they walked towards the café where they were to meet everyone, Squall wondered about what Seifer's son might really look like. Maybe in some other world, Seifer was a woman? A shiver went over Squall's shoulders. His thoughts conjured up a soft and compliant Seifer, shifting under Squall's hardness, and he shivered again. He rather liked the demanding hardness of Seifer's lips, the roughness of Seifer's hand in his hair and those thoughts took him back to the night after the ball and suddenly Seifer's hand caught his arm.

Blushing he followed where Seifer pointed and they were into the café. It was a nice place, with pink walls and hand hewn chairs, pale pink and white check table cloths. The others had a booth at the back. The others had ordered pizza and beer. Selphie had a salad and wine, but what Squall wanted he wasn't going to get for a while, especially not with that boy sliding into the booth beside Seifer.

"Picking up strays," Zell asked.

"Hello, Uncle Zell," Omi said, smiling brightly.

Zell dropped his pizza. "Who the hell is this?"

"His name is Omi Leonhart," Seifer signed. "He's from a different version of our world. He fell out here after time compression. He's looking for a friend and we're going to help him. Maybe we can help him get home."

"Oh yeah?" Zell said, leaning forward to look at the kid. "He looks like you, Sei."

Selphie tapped her fork against her cup. "He's got Squall's eyes though. How cute! Maybe in another world Squall is a girl! That's so sweet! But he doesn't have anything to do with the murders. We should send him back to Garden till this mission is over."

Squall poured himself a glass of beer. He was not a girl. Not in this world, or any other.

"My parents are both men," Omi said, snaking a piece of pizza, without asking. "We have an off worlder friend who had better tech. Da carried me. Papa carried Evan."

Zell busted out in laughter. "You're both chicks! Ow! Who kicked me?"

Irvine took a drink of his beer, leaned back against wooden booth. "We have enough problems without off worlders with better technology. There was another murder this afternoon."

"I should take the boy back to the hotel. Irvine can tell you what we found," Selphie said.

"I want to help! I know things! I can help," Omi protested. "I'm not going to be shuttled off to some hotel room! I'm not a little kid!"

Seifer took the boy's shoulders and turned him, then signed, "You said you were sorry you ran away. I believe you. I believe you are my son in a different world. I believe you. Here, in this world, I am your father. Don't run away again. Do as I ask."

Irvine interpreted, giving Seifer a disbelieving look.

Omi shrugged. "You're what? 20? Maybe five years older than me? You can't tell me what to do!"

"Don't you talk to him like that," Squall growled, an eye twitching. "Do you talk to the Seifer from your world that way?"

"No," Omi said, as he studied the pattern on the table cloth intently. "I'm sorry. I do want your help, but I'm not a little kid. I can help you too. Maybe Daniel and I aren't the only ones that came from our world. What if other things came too?"

"Like things that drink human blood and shred the bodies?" Zell asked, picking up his pizza again.

"Yeah, like those kind of things. Like vampires," Omi said, eyes shifting towards the door, back to the pizza. "And it's getting dark. Maybe you want to know what I know."

"Maybe we do," Quistis said, returning with a stack of folders and a smoldering anger. "Maybe we want to know why some of the forensic reports show the dna of a person who bares a marker distinctive to my family's DNA. I'm the last survivor of my family."

"Because Daniel is your son," Omi whispered, "Auntie Q."

Squall caught Quistis' arm, drawing her into the booth. Omi scrambled to scoop the folders up from the floor.

"I didn't know Seifer had a brother!"

"He doesn't," Squall said.

"I'm his son," Omi explained, irritation tinting the words. "Daniel is your son and he's a vampire. We have to save him."

"Woah," Zell said, and there didn't seem much more to say than that.

Ellie closed her eyes. Okay. She'd had five beers, and a shot of whiskey. She deserved it. Her boyfriend had left her. She deserved a moment not to feel bad. She did.

'That's right,' a voice whispered in her mind. 'You deserve it.'

She was a pretty girl, short blond hair and dream filled hazel eyes. She was a hair dresser, a normal girl with just a streak of pink in her hair and jeans a little too tight on her slender body. "I deserve it," she said, voice slightly slurred. "Why did I come into this ally?"

'Because I called you,' a male voice purred, fingers brushing over her jaw as her eyes fell shut. The voice was soft, the accent strange, flowing, full of desire. 'You are very beautiful, Ellie.'

She didn't know why she was walking deeper into the darkness of the alley. "How do you know my name?"

'I know many things,' the voice whispered, a cool breath against her ear, fingers moving through her hair. 'I know he'll be sorry tomorrow that he didn't take better care of you.'

"He'll be sorry," she agreed, turning in the strong arms embracing her. Eyes still closed she let the hand draw her head back, let cool lips brush over hers, at wet tongue trace her lips. "Who are you?"

'Does it matter,' the voice asked, so sweet and dark velvet, as his kisses trailed down her jaw, to her throat. 'Names only matter to the living.'

She shifted, pulling back from his kisses, from the fingers slipping between the buttons of her shirt. "Stop, wait," she said, as he pushed her back against a brick wall, buttons popping from her shirt. "Stop!"

One hand caressed over her mouth, holding her lips together, holding her head against the wall as his other hand opened her buttons, slowly one by one. She kicked at him, eyes closed, hands unable to pull his from her mouth. 'You're really pretty. Just remember, he's going to be sorry, and you deserved it,' the voice teased, cool lips kissing, pushing the edge of her shirt. It was the teeth though, that really echoed the scream against the palm of his hand. They were screams that no one heard.