Disclaimer: Mmm, yep. I still don't own any of the characters from Nightwalker. e.e;;;
A/N: Foolish little me forgot to say that this ficcie is being written for my friend Kei. Hehe… So, yes, I, obviously, will be making another installment. Hope it stays interesting. x.x;
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Chapter One
Eternally Dead
The blood red colour washed over the horizon, painting the city in its crimson disarray. Every hue was drown out by the rich hues of red that licked the setting. It was as if it knew its fate as well as the nights. Tonight would be no ordinary night; it would be one of great bloodshed, turning the hunters into the hunted. As night crept closer, the reds dimmed into a dark glow, turning the rising moon into an eerie figure over the opposing horizon.
Just as the sun fell behind the hills, a figure emerged from its lair, letting its eyes wander over the sullen ground. Lush, golden curls spilled over the edge of his trench coat, revealing nothing else of his identity. He was another statistic of the night, another hunter trying to find his pry.
A bitter wind swept across the land, trying to freeze any living being, trying to turn it to a friend of death. On this wind, however, there was a distinct taste, or smell, of blood, triggering the senses of many hunters. With each step, he drew closer to this new scent that had been picked up, willing to fight through whatever may dare to take his hunt.
His feet trampled small shrubs that scattered across the dead field of the city, the only escape left from the monotony of smog and noise. Nothing slept when there was no escape from reality. Even when the mortals wandered in their lingering dreams, the city never died, for the dead never could again.
The young hunter looked up, seeing the looming figure, his mouth slightly gaping and covered in blood. He was inexperience, expendable. Without a blink of an eye, the older of the two had the young one by the throat and pinned against the wall. The cold and intense stare could have taken any living soul.
Gasping, choking, he tried to struggle away. In his fight, he ripped at the hood that protected the other, exposing his identity. "You're…" he began out, but before he could speak another word, his neck was snapped.
Bending down to the now crumpled figure of the still alive, but incoherent vampire, the twisted killer slit his wrists, starting to fill a paint bucket. A sinister grin spread over his lips, catching splashes of this blood on his cheeks. The crimson gave his face colour, giving shade to the ghost-like skin he wore.
Once this creature was practically drained of all blood, he took from his coat a small, wooden stake. Gripping it tightly with both hands, he plunged it down into the heart of the young hunter, destroying one of the competitors. A body did not fall from the stake, but merely dust scattered across the ground. A thin lining of what once was vampire, now just made muddy flooring.
He then turned to the crying figure of the pathetic human, crouching down to the younger woman he smirked. His knee pressed down on her chest, pinning her down to the ground. This pressure was extreme, more than what a normal human could do, but he was no mere human as it was obvious.
A loud cracking sound resonated through the ally, signifying the breaking of the frail human's ribs. Gasps and groans escaped from the figure as he let up the pressure. The broken ribs were the least of the damage, as now it could be heard the sound of her choking on her own blood. Her lungs now filled, being punctured.
That figure leaned down, licking some blood from her chest, watching the life drain from her body. "Good-bye," he whispered in a deep and rich voice just as her eyes glassed over. His foot placed on her face as he gripped a small chunk of her hair, ripping. The strands came free as he grinned. This would be his habit of his human victims.
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As the night dragged on, it seemed the depth turned darker than it had ever been before. Silent screams vibrated through the town, shaking the souls of every mortal and undead. None could escape the pained horror of this twisted tale.
In the small apartment that Shidou and his mate resided in, there was an uneasy air that teased at the childe's senses. Slamming the shades shut he turn his eyes darkly to the door. "We're going," he said in a deep voice, his eyes hinted with a slight golden colour.
His hand gripped the metal door handle, taking in a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever lye before it. Shockingly when he opened the door, there was nothing but hall to be found. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Once outside the building, there was something that caused him to take such a sharp intake of breath he felt almost as if he were alive again. A dark, cloaked figure was passing, an aura about him so dark and cruel it seeped into the two young souls.
"It's him," state Shidou in such a tight voice, it was hardly above a whisper. The girl nodded sharply, her eyes glowing with gold now. She was ready for the pursuit, just as he was.
Both took off after the stranger in unison, causing the dark creature to begin to flee. They twisted in and out of pathways of the city, keeping the distance between them about equal through the whole journey. Neither party seemed to want to desist, pushing on harder than the moment before.
In one last twist, the two young vampires lost their chase, running into a dead end. Almost literally. Shidou's eyes flashed into a deeper golden colour, hinting at a pitch of red. He was consumed with anger from losing the being. He knew it wouldn't have been so easy, but there was always the hope of it.
Suddenly the colour ran from Shidou's cheeks completely as he stared at the wall that loomed in front of the two of them. There was… something there. Something for him. It was all just a long trick set up by the other creature.
The blood had stained into the cement wall, leaving the words in a bitter mark. 'I know you're hunting me, vampire, but you're too late. Shidou, I am hunting you,' the words read plainly. Streaks ran down from each letter, giving it an even more chilling affect. For some reason, these words made the vampire sick, as now he felt like he wanted to wretch.
"Let's get out of here, Riho," he stated in a flat voice. Finally he peeled his gaze from the message to his frozen partner. "Come on," he said demanding this time, grabbing her arm. Swiftly, he pulled her from the alley, refusing to let her linger on this message any longer. Now she would be worried, and that was just a pain in the ass. It was so much easier without her worrying about everything left and right. He should have brought Yayoi on this case, not Riho. It was a stupid error.
He wasn't so much disturbed by the message, but that for one, the killer knew who he was and second, that there was so much blood. How many victims had this hunter found to slaughter for the message?
These thoughts haunted him as he returned to his housing, his voice not daring to sound, not daring to speak what his mind was telling him. He knew this was going to be more dangerous of a case than almost any he'd known before.
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A/N: Meep… this took a lot longer than I'd expected. I've been bad about writing lately… but I made myself write some tonight and yay. I've realized these chapters might not be too long, but I won't say that. Who knows, the next chapter might be longer. Also, this might not be as long of a fic as I thought, but I know it could be. X.x; I'm not going to go into overly detailed plotting on this as I could… though, there is a twist I'm going to make. :3
So, yes~ I hope the next chapter comes faster than this one had. But yeah… won't promise anything. x.x;
A/N: Foolish little me forgot to say that this ficcie is being written for my friend Kei. Hehe… So, yes, I, obviously, will be making another installment. Hope it stays interesting. x.x;
___________
Chapter One
Eternally Dead
The blood red colour washed over the horizon, painting the city in its crimson disarray. Every hue was drown out by the rich hues of red that licked the setting. It was as if it knew its fate as well as the nights. Tonight would be no ordinary night; it would be one of great bloodshed, turning the hunters into the hunted. As night crept closer, the reds dimmed into a dark glow, turning the rising moon into an eerie figure over the opposing horizon.
Just as the sun fell behind the hills, a figure emerged from its lair, letting its eyes wander over the sullen ground. Lush, golden curls spilled over the edge of his trench coat, revealing nothing else of his identity. He was another statistic of the night, another hunter trying to find his pry.
A bitter wind swept across the land, trying to freeze any living being, trying to turn it to a friend of death. On this wind, however, there was a distinct taste, or smell, of blood, triggering the senses of many hunters. With each step, he drew closer to this new scent that had been picked up, willing to fight through whatever may dare to take his hunt.
His feet trampled small shrubs that scattered across the dead field of the city, the only escape left from the monotony of smog and noise. Nothing slept when there was no escape from reality. Even when the mortals wandered in their lingering dreams, the city never died, for the dead never could again.
The young hunter looked up, seeing the looming figure, his mouth slightly gaping and covered in blood. He was inexperience, expendable. Without a blink of an eye, the older of the two had the young one by the throat and pinned against the wall. The cold and intense stare could have taken any living soul.
Gasping, choking, he tried to struggle away. In his fight, he ripped at the hood that protected the other, exposing his identity. "You're…" he began out, but before he could speak another word, his neck was snapped.
Bending down to the now crumpled figure of the still alive, but incoherent vampire, the twisted killer slit his wrists, starting to fill a paint bucket. A sinister grin spread over his lips, catching splashes of this blood on his cheeks. The crimson gave his face colour, giving shade to the ghost-like skin he wore.
Once this creature was practically drained of all blood, he took from his coat a small, wooden stake. Gripping it tightly with both hands, he plunged it down into the heart of the young hunter, destroying one of the competitors. A body did not fall from the stake, but merely dust scattered across the ground. A thin lining of what once was vampire, now just made muddy flooring.
He then turned to the crying figure of the pathetic human, crouching down to the younger woman he smirked. His knee pressed down on her chest, pinning her down to the ground. This pressure was extreme, more than what a normal human could do, but he was no mere human as it was obvious.
A loud cracking sound resonated through the ally, signifying the breaking of the frail human's ribs. Gasps and groans escaped from the figure as he let up the pressure. The broken ribs were the least of the damage, as now it could be heard the sound of her choking on her own blood. Her lungs now filled, being punctured.
That figure leaned down, licking some blood from her chest, watching the life drain from her body. "Good-bye," he whispered in a deep and rich voice just as her eyes glassed over. His foot placed on her face as he gripped a small chunk of her hair, ripping. The strands came free as he grinned. This would be his habit of his human victims.
**********
As the night dragged on, it seemed the depth turned darker than it had ever been before. Silent screams vibrated through the town, shaking the souls of every mortal and undead. None could escape the pained horror of this twisted tale.
In the small apartment that Shidou and his mate resided in, there was an uneasy air that teased at the childe's senses. Slamming the shades shut he turn his eyes darkly to the door. "We're going," he said in a deep voice, his eyes hinted with a slight golden colour.
His hand gripped the metal door handle, taking in a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever lye before it. Shockingly when he opened the door, there was nothing but hall to be found. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Once outside the building, there was something that caused him to take such a sharp intake of breath he felt almost as if he were alive again. A dark, cloaked figure was passing, an aura about him so dark and cruel it seeped into the two young souls.
"It's him," state Shidou in such a tight voice, it was hardly above a whisper. The girl nodded sharply, her eyes glowing with gold now. She was ready for the pursuit, just as he was.
Both took off after the stranger in unison, causing the dark creature to begin to flee. They twisted in and out of pathways of the city, keeping the distance between them about equal through the whole journey. Neither party seemed to want to desist, pushing on harder than the moment before.
In one last twist, the two young vampires lost their chase, running into a dead end. Almost literally. Shidou's eyes flashed into a deeper golden colour, hinting at a pitch of red. He was consumed with anger from losing the being. He knew it wouldn't have been so easy, but there was always the hope of it.
Suddenly the colour ran from Shidou's cheeks completely as he stared at the wall that loomed in front of the two of them. There was… something there. Something for him. It was all just a long trick set up by the other creature.
The blood had stained into the cement wall, leaving the words in a bitter mark. 'I know you're hunting me, vampire, but you're too late. Shidou, I am hunting you,' the words read plainly. Streaks ran down from each letter, giving it an even more chilling affect. For some reason, these words made the vampire sick, as now he felt like he wanted to wretch.
"Let's get out of here, Riho," he stated in a flat voice. Finally he peeled his gaze from the message to his frozen partner. "Come on," he said demanding this time, grabbing her arm. Swiftly, he pulled her from the alley, refusing to let her linger on this message any longer. Now she would be worried, and that was just a pain in the ass. It was so much easier without her worrying about everything left and right. He should have brought Yayoi on this case, not Riho. It was a stupid error.
He wasn't so much disturbed by the message, but that for one, the killer knew who he was and second, that there was so much blood. How many victims had this hunter found to slaughter for the message?
These thoughts haunted him as he returned to his housing, his voice not daring to sound, not daring to speak what his mind was telling him. He knew this was going to be more dangerous of a case than almost any he'd known before.
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A/N: Meep… this took a lot longer than I'd expected. I've been bad about writing lately… but I made myself write some tonight and yay. I've realized these chapters might not be too long, but I won't say that. Who knows, the next chapter might be longer. Also, this might not be as long of a fic as I thought, but I know it could be. X.x; I'm not going to go into overly detailed plotting on this as I could… though, there is a twist I'm going to make. :3
So, yes~ I hope the next chapter comes faster than this one had. But yeah… won't promise anything. x.x;