Author's Notes: Wow… Three months later I FINALLY update… Guys, I'm sorry…
I got caught up in the comic, ^_^;; (Will
be updated later today).
Disclaimer: What the hell do you think?
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Heaven's Flames
Chapter 16
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Mamoru crinkled up his nose, the blades in grass before him tickling the blasted appendage. He couldn't risk brushing the grass away, lest his prey might sense his presence. The vampire crouched down father, leaning forward, readying himself for a leap. He grinned, fangs shimmering in the moonlight.
Mamoru watched the figure carefully. Any second now… He just needed to wait until his soon-to-be-meal pulled away from HIS (well, his and Usagi's) spring. If he was to attack now, his prey and he would be thrown into the water, and it might prove to be hard to get a bite in…
Any second…
Mamoru tensed.
Any second…
If being a vampire taught him anything, it was patience when it came to attacking. (Unfortunately, the same can't be said for his patience with LIVING creatures.)
The vampire crinkled his nose again…
Wait for it…
He blinked.
Now!
Mamoru sprung like a tiger about to pounce on it's dinner…
And was thrown to the ground.
His eyes closed in slight pain as he made impact with the ground. What the hell had happened here?!
Mamoru's eyes shot open at the feel of something cool pressed against his forehead and a soft click.
A gun.
Mamoru stared up at the gun-wielding figure in shock. It was… a HUMAN?! He mentally kicked himself for not realizing that sooner… He hated drinking from humans… It made him feel more animalistic than he already was.
But…
How the hell did this HUMAN sense him and knock him right out of the air?!!
The vampire gritted his teeth. The pain from the rough landing dissipated a while ago… But the bruise in his ego remained. How could he be so careless?!
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" barked the former "soon-to-be-meal."
Mamoru jerked away from the gun and leapt up with the grace of a cat, landing back on his feet without a sound.
"I could ask you the same thing," the raven-haired vampire replied. "How the hell did you know I was about to jump on you?"
The man smirked. "I have good reflexes." He jerked the hand holding the gun quickly to the spring. "Besides," he added, returning the gun to point at Mamoru, "I could see your reflection in the water."
Mamoru cursed the fact that a vampire not having a reflection was a mere myth. He quickly covered up his embarrassment with a cocky grin. His fangs flashed again. "Oh well. One learns from their mistakes."
The man took a shaky step backwards. It took Mamoru a moment to realize that the man must of seen his fangs… After all, it was dark, and the man probably wasn't able to notice how incredibly pale Mamoru was, or the purple under his eyes. He took the chance to tease the man.
"What's wrong?" Mamoru took a step closer, mockingly. "Did you finally realize my intentions for trying to pounce on you?"
The man gulped. "Your… a… vampire…." He gripped his gun with both hands, but continued to shake.
"Yes, but I prefer Mamoru." The said vampire bowed curtly. "Don't worry, I didn't realize you were human. You're pretty much safe when dealing with me at least. I don't like humans." He cocked a curious eyebrow. "Are you another victim of the game?"
The man sniffed. "More or less…" He dropped one hand from the trembling gun and reached into the navy-blue blazer he wore. The movements of the cloth made the moon's glare on the man's black shirt pierce Mamoru's sensitive eyes. "Here," he said, pulling out a wallet. He flipped it open, the moonlight shimmering magnificently, yet painfully, on a NYPD badge.
Mamoru squinted to make it out. Sometimes having such responsive senses was a blessing… At times like this, when the moon was at it's fullest, it was a curse. He finally made out what the object was. At least the guy was Japanese; otherwise Mamoru would have to test out his shoddy, and never-been-used, English. He grinned.
"So, the police FINALLY figured it out, huh?" He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. Usagi was currently sporting his jacket… "Took you guys long enough… I suppose my – I mean, Mr. Chiba Hiroshi, is the one taking care of the problem?" It had to be. Who else would be in New York handling this? He must be at his Manhattan office…
The man nodded, long black hair in a ponytail swaying in the wind. His blue eyes glimmered. "Yes his is, Mamoru," the man replied, a bite in his voice.
Mamoru cocked a curious eyebrow. This man must have made the connection between himself and his father. He frowned. "And what's your name, then?"
The man pushed the badge out farther as an answer. Mamoru squinted once more to read the name.
Kou Seiya.
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Author's Notes: Mwhahahaha…
Do I deserve the title as EVIL yet?! Bwahahahahaha…
It's short, I know… But… LIVE WITH IT! Hehehehe… XD
