A/N: Here comes the next chapter. Oo;; Erm, yeah! Enjoy. Sorry this took so long, as well. There have been a lot of things going on in my life. Sorry!
Chapter Two
Blood of My Own
The pattern of the dark and twisted night seemed to keep on in the nights that had followed. The killer kept taunting Shidou. Something was familiar about him, but he couldn't place it. There was this sharp intelligence that pissed him off about the being.
It was all just a game of cat and mouse, dark and twisted to be exact. At first, he thought he could be the cat, but in the wake of this disruption, he realized he was merely a glorified mouse. He was a rat. Better pray for this hunter with bloodlust, this tiger. Was it only blood he was after, though? It almost seemed like there was more than that to this case.
Especially because of the fact he was being taunted and not right out hunted. It was as if the killer always knew where he was and was teasing him with that fact, and yet he didn't feel readily in danger. Normally when he was to be in danger he could sense it, but everything felt even in that aspect.
That was the part of it all that bothered him the most. He wished he could feel the danger, feel on edge, but the calm pattern seemed to relax his mind. It was another trick the killer was trying to play. Trying to catch him off guard.
When night finally fell once again, he took his trench coat out and wandered into the darkness. He couldn't handle lingering around in the agency, waiting for the next victim to fall. The night beckoned him out into its chilled and bitter arms.
Walking out there, he pulled a cigarette from the front coat pocket, lighting it in one smooth motion. His grace and composure wouldn't fail now. That's what the hunter wanted. He couldn't be off guard. It was such a crucial case.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that he was just a pawn. Ever step he took was plotted, every move he made was foreseen. He just didn't want to admit this to himself, as it would take away what free will he thought he had left.
Heavy feet lifted from the ground, taking each dreaded step along the darkened path, leading him to a place of nowhere, a simple nowhere that betrayed nothing and hid everything. It was a place that held a mix of true beauty and pure darkness within the realms of its walls.
He entered the dance club, eyes watering for a moment from the smoke that coated the air. It was almost too thick for any living creature, so it was a simple ward for any mortal. Such demonic creatures dwelled in these confines that no being, living or dead, that held any fear should even dream of such place.
Shidou approached a man that stood behind the bar, tending to the patrons and their various requests. This simple man looked up at the vampire through bloodstained eyes. The remnants of blood stained the corners of his tear ducts and down his cheeks, small spots showing on the counter as well.
"Vodka on the rocks," he stated in a shallow voice. He knew he could ask for anything that his tastes fancied, but he wasn't looking for anything that could trigger delight. He was simply looking for a quick mind fuck, especially with something that reminded him of his ailments on the way down.
Once his drink arrived, he wasted no time in bringing the glass to his lips and letting the liquid slide down his throat. He found drinking to be the one thing he could control right now, or so he thought. Only too soon he found himself ordering drink after drink. His mind becoming hazed with each swallow, each glass that was slid from the tender.
There was someone calling his name. Someone. Somewhere. Was it there in the crowd? He couldn't pin it correctly. This is what his stalker wanted. He waited for the exact moment when his senses would be too distorted to be able to do anything except grope around helplessly, but not so far that he couldn't still hold a grasp on part of reality. This was the worst situation he could have been in. It was his entire fault.
That voice was tormenting, relentless and cold. Something was so familiar with that voice, but he couldn't set it right in his mind. The more he tried, the more frustrated he became with the whole situation. The loud noise and flashing lights were becoming too much for him, but he wanted to find the one who was calling out his name.
Twisting back and forth in the crowd, he felt trapped. The sea of bodies seemed to move in unison, but he wasn't supposed to be there, jerking back and forth from the bodies slamming into him. Each time he heard his name it sounded like it was being whispered from behind him, causing him to turn and run into yet another soulless form.
From the corner of his eye he saw a stalking form and knew instantly it was the killer. Fleeing from the scene, the man ran out the door. It was almost as if he wanted to be trailed. So, with unsteady feet, Shidou began his stalk, trying to push through the tight crowd. Once he broke free, he slammed the doors open and stumbled from the building.
The night's air helped sober him up, but wasn't enough to steady his uneven run. He could hardly stand, so how was he supposed to chase after this other being? How could he have fallen so hard into a trap that he could end up this drunk?
In an unsteady pattern, he stumbled into one of the local alleyways; pitch black and overwhelmed by the reeking, tainted smell of vomit and urine. He found he could not keep down the alcohol he had consumed before, retching suddenly. Watching as the vodka and stomach acid splash on the ground, he began to feel somewhat faint.
"This darkness… shall be her last…" a voice whispered in an echo. The sound reverberated throughout the alley, repeating in a tormenting manner. His instincts kicked in, his eyes turning a deep and golden colour. Feeling the animal inside take over, he no longer was plagued with the side affects of the alcohol he'd consumed earlier.
"Riho!" he cried out as he broke out into a full run back to their living quarters. Water slashed up, soaking the bottoms of his pants, dirtying them, staining them. None of it mattered, though. He had to get back to her. He had to save her from this damned creature.
Once he arrived, he slammed the door open, but his face quickly paled. The light shining down from the ceiling was tinted red, from blood, from her blood. The colour quickly drained from his cheeks, turning the pale to ghostly white.
The final message that had been splashed in blood read simple and clear. "Your mate is with me now. Come to the broken Cathedral on the hill. You know the one I'm talking about. Don't be late, morning is coming."
It was now just a race against time.
A/N: Hehehe. Well, one step closer to the end. O.o; This is a shorter fic than I did imagine it to be, but… who knows, maybe I can stretch it out longer into something else. Pwee… Hope you all are enjoying it. Sorry about my slow updates, too. I have work and stuff piling up on me… It eats up a lot of my time now. Heh. WAY too much of my time. (Plus… I'm so a slacker, ne?) Not sure how long the next update will take, but hopefully not as long as last time… I am so sorry about this. Please forgive me?