Was actually two parts posted on SD-1, 03.10 and 27.10.2003

Title: Bloody flowers, pt.3 in the Diffrent series
by: Crimson Snow
Disclaimer in pt.1
Summary: Changes. Very violent changes.
Rating: R to I don't know, NC-17
Author's note: Well, I've never actually written anything like this but maybe 'Split Personality' comes close. This is a vampire fic.


It was late one friday and Sark was the last one to leave SD-6 except for the guards on the graveyard shift.

He was about to open his Mercedes Benz when a hand is put on his shoulder and it's not a mans hand.

He turns around and sees Syd all dressed in leather and silk and this creepy, eerie look in her brown eyes.

She was wearing black, tight fitting, leather pants, a blood red...actually, it seemed to be both red and white silk.

White with red drops. Could that be blood?

Black, high heeled leather shoes and a black, leather jacket that would hug her upper figure if it was zipped up.

Her lips were were crimson red but he wasn't sure it was lipstick and her brown hair was in a long braid (think Lara Croft.)

"Hi, Sark. How have you been?" She asked him, smiling.

"Well, everybody thinks I've kidnapped you. How do you think I've been? Where have you been?" He asked, as he tried to open his car door without her noticing too much.

But she did notice and she was pissed. She backhanded him with all her newly vampiric strenght.

"You're trying to leave, while I'm talking to you!!!? You don't leave when someone is talking!!!" She almost shouts.

Her backhanding him had been so powerfull that he had been thrown a short distance from his car.

Syd straddles him at the waist, trapping him.

"I was just trying to talk to you. Now why do you wanna leave? Are you afraid of me? Or my blood splattered silk shirt or bloody lips?" She asks him, as she lowers her mouth to his neck and slips into game face. Her pearly white fangs barely pierce the smooth skin over his main artery when she picks up a sound and flees.

Sark gets up and feels his neck, they were marks but they hadn't gone through the skin.

A night guard steps out of the elevator and walks to Sark.

"Mr. Sark? Are you alright?" He asked him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm going now." Sark tells the guard, as he picks up his car keys and gets in his car.


Syd went back home, annoyed.

When she gets home, she slams the door.

Ellie, the woman who sired her, came out of a room with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong, Childe?" She asked, the sour vamp that was losing her hair from the braid.

"I just wanted to talk to him, you know. But he was trying to leave when I was talking. You don't Fu--ing do that. That's rude." Syd said, now slumped down in a chair.

"Now is it true that you only wanted to talk to him?" Ellie asked her childe, who looked at her sire with a guilty look on her face.

"Maybe." Syd told her sire.


THE NEXT MORNING;

Vaughn wakes up in his new flat and walks out of the bedroom into the living room and goes from there to the bathroom..

When he comes back to the living room he notices a dark-blue-seethrough-y-vase with red or yellow sunflowers and a card attached to the vase.

He looks at the flowers after he turned on the overhead-lights, it was still kinda dark outside, and is shocked, again.

They were in fact yellow sunflowers but the were covered in blood.

He took the blood-stained card and opened it, it said;

I liked your friend, Weiss.
He was sweet. Very sweet.
Hope you like my flowers.


Vaughn calls Weiss but there's no answear.

He could just be somewhere. Vaughn tells himself, in his mind.

He hurries home to Weiss.

He still had keys, from when he stayed there a few days ago while looking for a new place, to the flat.

When he walks in everything is quiet but in the living room sat Weiss in a couch and seemed to be relaxing but when Vaughn walked towards him and sees the front of Weiss.

Slit throat, like Alice, and open, terrifed eyes.


A FEW DAYS EARLIAR:

When Vaughn was cleaning out his apartment he found in, the refrigirator, a reaspberry snapple-bottle.

He opened it to see if it was exspired but when he opened the bottle the smell of blood hit him right in the face.

He drop the bottle and is in shock when his friend ,Weiss, found him standing there near the broken bottle and pool of blood.

She hadn't been that hungry, after all, and wanted to tease him a little more.


TBC.....

There's still more to come. Please, R&R!!!! The ch. was supposed to be longer but I've decided to make it a few chapters. This being pt.2 and maybe pt.3 next. Crimson Snow, Iceland