UPDATED VERSION
Original ver. 3/20/02
Updated ver. 10/18/05

Title: Blood and Love
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Author: Sylvercross, (Aka Black Pheonix, Kovanicka and Darwynn Devi)
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 8 is owned by Square Soft and all the others that put so much work into it the creation of the game. I make no claim to owning the game or its characters (Though how I would love to have the hotties as my own) I am making no money from the writing, posting, distribution, etc of this fanwork. It is for enjoyment only.
Warnings: This fic will at some point contain yaoi-isms, character death, possible lemon(s) and occness. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YAOI IS OR WHAT LEMON REFERS TO BACK AWAY NOW THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU!

Prologue

For such a modern age the building was old, classic brick and mortar, the few windows it holds standing up high, short and wide in thick green marbled glass. The enterance reminicent of an ancient underground rail station archway with its roped off lanes and dim yellow lighting. The night was early and yet the line so long, no signs of a nights attraction outside, nothing but the bouncers holding the crowd in line.

Within the cold red walls flickers was the every changing dance of laser lights, a swirling pattern to boxs to something indecipherable through a spectrum of colors. The blinding flash of an LED strobe breaking down exotic movements to the freeze frames of a photograph only to disappear and change. Capturing the souls in an endless thrust, caught between themselves and the call of the music, the bodies all around. Those on the dance floor feel their hearts readjust to the striving thump of old fashioned drum and bass, the steady beat slowing, easing back, slowing down, drawing on the heart strings only to branch forth once more and pull the dancers in its rhythm.

The club filled steadily with checked id's and those eager for the chase; and one on the floor held the rooms collective breath. Familliar faces moved about, spoken words lost like a whisper on a breeze to a pacemakers beat. The DJ's will. Amidst the pulsing grind, sweat, pharamones high on the air drowning in alcohol and cologne, ground the reason for the crowd. His movements could only be considered sex, a veritable god of passions with milky pale skin poured into his clothes. A touch here, a moment of upclose and personal to stop the heart was what everyone strived for. To caress the buttersoft leather that drank in all the light, mist over the spiderweb mesh that teased over such delicate skin, promising so much more.

Breaking free, alone in the crowd, the master played his pawns, hooded brown eyes surveying the group of admirers lost in the throws of the dance, moving to the beat, to his beat, his life force. Watching with a bored interest, the usual clique to be drawn to his beauty, the eroticism, exoticism that is him. Untamable golden-streaked tresses barely hide the shine in those eyes as they sweep the gathered; nothing new this night, the same gothic wanna-be's and witless party animals.

A tepid sigh, a cold breeze across heated skin and the floor collectively shivers and he turns his head away, those eyes closing as those effortless, liquid movements return to him. Muscle movement that should not be possible, appearances are far more joints then are there allowing for lithe turns, seductive slides and erratic movement that trip to the bass like no other.

A blind reach through the haze of sound and heat, the creak of tight leather as he his body shifted into a random dance partner caught within his web. A flicker of light showed he'd had opened his eyes and the thing in his arms very nearly swooned, resting into him, relaxing so every part of her from her shoulder length black hair, to the blue sweater, white wings sewn to the shoulders fluttered with their movements.

Lips parted ever so slightly, the devil drew his captive close, to draw her lips to his own, and Squall Leonhart, took what he deemed so rightfully his, starting with a dance.

To Be Continued

SylverCross (c) 2002-2005
Authors Notes: Okay, so this keeps to the same lines, sort of, as the original but I'm trying to beef it up a bit and continue where I left off. Though that may take a little bit longer. REMEMBER TO REVIEW! I'm going to need new reviews for this to continue, what do you like, what don't you? Please go easy on the grammer stuff I usually write between 2-5am when I've had very little sleep. but R&R!

Dance Club Inspirations: Theres a club in town here known as the Pressroom. Has some good dancing and stuff though caters to a younger crowd (while I fit into that age group I still feel out of place most of the time)
Song Inspirations: This Chapter was rewritten while listening to: Concord Dawn "Take Me Away", Decorum "Contrax", Raiden, "Infection", Diesel Boy "Soul On Fire", Kosheen "Suicide"