Chapter 15. Ooooooo.

Warnings: Gore, I am momentarily hiking the rating to M because I don't want to get deleted for having serious vampirism-ness.

Show Me How It Ends

-Stage Fifteen: Desolation-

Jou looked down in horror. He may not have been able to see everything that was taking place, but it was not natural for someone to take multiple gunshots to the chest and still be standing. He ran back inside and reached for his phone so he could call the police. But a gut feeling told him to stop. Katsuya turned and walked back to the balcony. He watched once more as the man in black descended towards the guy beneath him.

"Don't worry, I'll make this as painful as possible."

Honda quivered beneath Seto.

"Listen man…" He moved his arm behind his back, reaching for the switchblade in his back pocket.

"Now why would I do that? After all, you're the reason I'm like this in the first place." Seto's tail twitched in anticipation. "And I've been waiting to start a little massacre of my own."

Seto leaned down and bared his fangs menacingly. "Ready to play?"

"Like hell I'm gonna be your fucking meal!" Honda brought the blade out from behind him and ripped it down the right side of the brunet's back. Seto remained unfazed, the pain numbed by the promise of revenge. Once again, he ignored the tension in his back, which was now evolving into a twitching mass beneath the torn skin and veins.

"A pitiful last line of defense, Hiroto. But I will give you credit for trying."

The spike haired murderer watched in terror as Seto descended onto him.

As disgusted as Jou was, he couldn't bring himself to turn away from the scene of carnage beneath him. One man was clutching his face and wandering around aimlessly, blind to the events around him. His hands covered in what looked suspiciously like blood. The other one, well that was an entirely different story.

The guy that had taken the bullets was crouching over a man who had just planted a knife in his back. And it would have been just another move if not for the fact that the wound in which the blade had opened up was not bleeding. The skin was tearing back to reveal a leathery black…something. It looked like muscle, or a layer of black skin.

Whatever it was, it wasn't human.

Seto was hovering over Honda, pinning the smaller man's arms back with one hand. The vampire's free hand was carving what was beginning to look like a Blue-Eyes White Dragon into his chest. When the outline was complete, much to the screaming dismay of Hiroto, Seto began shading. Blood was running down the sides of his chest, staining the dark asphalt around him. And the CEO couldn't have been more pleased.

Seto had been so preoccupied with bringing the psychotic shooter the pain and suffering that he so justly deserved, the brunet had forgotten about his own fierce blood lust.

"As much as you wished not to be my meal, I am afraid I will not be able to grant that request." Seto grinned widely. "Guess what's for dinner?"

Honda's pupils were pinpricks, his face almost as pale as Seto's. He leaned in next to Hiroto's ear. "This is for all of the pain you've caused Katsuya."

Seto sank his fangs into the base of his neck. Clenching his jaw, he heard a muffled crunch beneath the horrified cries issuing from his prey. A gasping sound replaced the cries and confirmed that Seto had crushed his windpipe. The vampire ripped his head to the side, severing the jugular vein and splattering fresh blood all over the already damp ground. Honda thrashed for a few moments before going still. The brunet stood up, surveying his work.

A bloody-red Blue-Eyes graced the dead man's chest, and his neck could have passed for a failed decapitation.

"Ho…Honda?" Nick was still clutching his eyes. "You…okay?"

Seto walked over to Honda's now blind accomplice. He circled, assessing the damage he had done to the man.

"I don't know what part you played in all of this, and I have things to do, so I'll make this quick."

Seto reached out and placed his hands on the sides of Nick's head and twisted sharply, snapping his neck. The body slumped to the floor, joining that of its partner.

Jou was glad the man had finally finished those guys off. Even if it was a bit disturbing that he had just witnessed a, well it looked like a vampire, tear out someone's throat. For some reason, he didn't feel any remorse for those that had been killed. Almost like they…deserved it. Katsuya just leaned against the railing, staring down until-

"JOU! DINNER!"

He turned around quickly and stared at his clock. Damn, it was already seven.

"Coming!"

And so, Jou dealt with watching two men be practically gutted because, in all honesty, he didn't care anymore. He had seen enough shit happen to be fazed by this. Who would believe him anyway? His father and sister believed that he was loosing it, this would be just one more reason to throw him into the loony bin.

But maybe, just maybe, the real reason it didn't bother him was that the man in black looked a lot like Seto.

Seto had finally taken notice of the bulging black thing coming out of his back. He reached an arm over his shoulder to touch it, recoiling quickly when it twitched violently at his touch. The brunet, now able to think coherently after eating was able to deduct what the blonde in the balcony above had been unable to.

"These must be the wings that the book was talking about."

He reached behind to the left side of his back and felt for anything. He was met with just what appeared to be a swollen patch of skin exactly opposite to where the right wing was breaking through. Seto brought back his hand, glancing at his now normal looking nails that, minutes ago, had been inch long, razor-sharp talons. He continued to watch in slight fascination as the claws extended as he was trying to recall what they looked like. Seto decided that this waiting for his new appendages was out of the question. He brought his nails down on the slight swell, ripping the skin away to reveal more black. He continued to claw away at his back until all that was visible was an ebony skin.

He noted in growing annoyance that the wings weren't budging.

"I need a mode of transportation. And these goddamn wings aren't doing anything but piss me off!"

Seto walked over to where he had thrown his coat, luckily, no blood had gotten on it because it was fairly close to Honda's corpse.

"I wonder if I should do anything about these bodies………nah."

He pulled on his coat, turning away from the street to proceed down the alley. Wait! Seto turned back around and ran out of the lane and almost in to an old woman.

"Sorry!"

The brunet turned right and stared. This was Jou's building. He craned his head back to the alley and noticed the fire escape on the structure adjacent to the apartments. Yes. A way in! Sort of. Seto walked back into the alley and began scaling the rickety metal steps. First floor…second floor…third floor…some woman screaming relentlessly…heh, heh…fourth floor…fifth floor…sixth floor…oooohhhh, sirens. The screaming lady must have found the bodies. Maybe he should have done something about that…seventh floor…roof. Okay the top of the building next to Katsuya's. A total of about twenty feet away from one of the apartment's balconies. With a running start, he should have no problem in jumping the gap.

(He's a vampire damn-it! Vampires can do anything! So says the authoress who now realizes what not giving Seto an immediate pair of wings means. So, he can jump now.)

He backed up and sprinted towards the edge, leaping as he reached the end. The police below didn't notice as a man flew overhead. It was all for the best. Seto, being as calculating as he is, had measured the distance he had to leap, but had failed to notice that his claws were still extended and, well, he lost his grip on the railing when he landed. So, he fell to the balcony below, which just happened to be the deck off of Shizuka's room. Seto, of course, didn't know this and moved to get up and straighten himself out. As he was dusting himself off, he turned around and came face to face behind a pane of glass with Shizuka herself. They stood in silence for a moment, staring at each other, wondering what to do next. Shizuka made the first move.

She screamed.

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