Warnings: This fan fiction pertains to darker, mature themes. There shall be blood, gore, swearing, conspiracy, death, angst, and all that other good stuff.
Disclaimer: I own Arista Dymitri Belyaev. If you want to borrow her, ask first. Amber Marie Benson belongs to Zadien, as does Morrigan 'Ruin' Mulryan. Ask first or you'll have to deal with her anger. Takao Aomi owns the concept of the spinning tops, all original characters, and all such related indicia.
Plot: Brooklyn had orders to convert the enemy to Vampirism. But something went wrong, there was a flaw in the seemingly perfect plan. Who he bit was human, if the council find out they'll kill her. Now he'll do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means death. But just how far will he have to go?
On the other hand, the council is threatened to fall apart when Voltaire kills Dickenson, the leader of all supernatural beings. Now he's the big cheese, and that means big changes are in store. Something sinister is going on because Voltaire was somehow connected to the faults in the Perfect plan. If anyone discovers this, he'll personally kill them. Maybe Arista isn't all she seems to be.
Add to that the vampires who rebel against Voltaire. Things take a nasty turn when all hell breaks loose.
A Madness Most Discreet
If You Touched My Heart
Chapter Two: Paranoid
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Meeting is such sorrow, as someday we'll have to part.
Hush now, don't speak or you will bring down my heart.
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"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He licked his lips as he watched the blood trickle out from the fresh wounds he'd inflicted on her previously undaunted skin.
He leaned in close to her, his eyes widening to slivers, his mouth hovering by her ear.
"Are you scared yet?"
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Arista's breath hitched as he closed the gap between his fangs and her bleeding neck. His breath percolated over her skin, making her shiver with a numbing feeling.
His lips made contact with her skin and she hissed erratically when he made more punctures. He sucked on the blood while she screamed and writhed in failed attempts to get away.
Brooklyn's eyelids covered his eyes, long lashes tickled Arista's chin as he blinked. Her own eyes dilated in pain, darkened, making the navy meld with the amber flecks turning them into liquid pools of confusion. Was he really biting her?
She dug her fingernails into his skin, leaving small burns visible only upon closer inspection.
Brooklyn, lost in the coppery metallic scent of blood was doused with shock when Arista head butted him. She knocked her head into his, jutting his fangs away from her open, heavily bleeding abrasion.
Her hand shot to her neck in defense when he regained his footing. The predatory shimmer in his eyes was still visible. His eyes were a darker green, lush as freshly cut grass. His fangs glinted with a feral light marring his angelic face with a sinister tone that sent chills down her spine.
Arista breathed quite audibly. She was salvaging herself, locking the monster away inside of her. She slunk to the floor, her muscles quivering, going lax as the energy drained away from her for another time that day, or night. She still had no idea where she was, what time it was, or even what she was. Her face lowered so her chin rested millimeters away from her collar bone.
Her small lips were curved in disdain as she slowly lost consciousness. She was fighting a losing battle trying to figure anything out, she realized.
Brooklyn noticed the figure slumped against the wall. Because her power was so new and raw she had no control over it. He, being experienced, was much more skilled than Arista, who was currently exhausted with her new powers.
He crawled towards her, gently prodding her to wake up. When she stayed in her comatose state he panicked slightly.
"Shit!" He cursed aloud.
Arista's head turned a few inches so that she could see the blurry image of a red-head bent around her. Her sooty eyelashes wavered under the drowsiness of her mind. Groggily she mumbled something inaudible before shambling to a stop.
Eyebrows narrowed Brooklyn remembered the bite marks in her neck, absently rubbing soothing circles around the lacerations.
He'd done everything he wasn't supposed to. Inwardly he cursed himself and his stupidity.
His lips hovered over Arista's, he blew a soft breath at her, watching it fan out across her face before breathing life into the now cold body. A twinkle of red dust flew into her mouth, held open by his hand. He put his ear to her neck listening for any sound, watching her body for any flicker of movement.
A sudden thump had him recoiling.
No, he realised aptly, that was a heartbeat! She was alive.
Not wanting to lose her again, he held one of her hands with his own, twining his fingers with hers. The other hand cupped her cheek gently, in a romantic fashion. In an instant his lips were crushed softly to hers as he breathed life into her once again.
He felt the sudden jolt of her under him, signaling she was indeed awake now.
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Arista blinked wide-eyed, she was so lost and confused. Heat crept into her face as the soft warm lips probed hers with a gentle tongue.
With a small gasp at the situation her mouth parted, Brooklyn had taken the opening of her mouth as a sign to deepen the kiss. He pulled her closer to him, feeling full-well the heat that radiated off of her and onto him with a calming effect.
Arista felt a cool wind passing through her esophagus, going down to her throat to swirl around in her lungs, finally resting in her gut.
Brooklyn slowly parted from her, watching her face with light amusement. Her eyes were blinking rapidly, showing him the bold, beautiful eyes. Her peaches and cream complexion was marred by bruises and cuts he'd inflicted he noticed with a small pang of guilt. Her lips were open just a bit, as she ran her tongue over them slowly.
What in the hell?
He dropped his face to level his nose to hers, watching her shy away slightly. His mouth curved slightly in a smirk, his eyes turning a light pale blue, staring into her own navy orbs. The fear, confusion, and excitement was plainly visible in her eyes as he stared intensely reading her like an open book.
Arista stared, wide-eyed at the male in front of her. His ginger hair fell over his forehead in a playful manner. His lips were curved somewhat, revealing fangs glistening pearly white. Pale blue eyes stared at her with curiosity.
She suddenly realised the hand on her cheek and the one entwined with her own in a loose hold. Her eyes darted to the flickering of lights and she jumped suddenly in surprise.
Brooklyn tore his gaze away from those wide, frightened eyes wanting to comfort the silver haired Russian, instead he followed her stare to view the shimmery, bright lights flowing from their joined hands.
Looks like she was his soul mate.
His thumb tenderly rubbed her hand in a tranquil manner. His lips fell into an easy half-smile as he once again reclaimed her mouth in a powerful kiss.
Arista still shocked, sat there numbly, before her body reacted to him. She inclined her head slightly to give depth to the kiss. Her free hand ran its way up his arm and around the crook of his neck before it settled to play with the tiny hairs at the nape of it. She gave a catchy sigh as he queried her lips with his tongue.
She felt a warm sensation travel through her before it settled in the pit of her stomach, leaving her feeling warm and at ease.
She pulled away cautiously, staring into his eyes with uncertainty.
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"Where is he?" Amber growled dangerously.
Her small form was clad in slightly baggy blue jeans flaring open at the bottom before they covered her very old sneakers. A blue t-shirt hung comfortably from her shoulders draping down her torso to her waist before stopping slightly above the hemline of her pants. Barely an inch of skin was visible as she huffed, marching in the direction of the lab. Her hair fell open to frame her heart-shaped face, spilling over her shoulders and around her neck. Anger radiated off of her in waves clearly affecting those around her as the tension mounted. Her small nose was flared, her eyebrows knit together, and her mouth set into a grim line.
She was on a mission to kill Brooklyn or at least severely injure him. Her ochre eyes darted down the hallway while she stood stock-still peering around, absently putting a hand to her hip in frustration.
She walked to the first door, poking her head in to view the surroundings. No, this room was empty. She closed it then glanced inside the second door upon opening it. No.
Several doors later she became irritated slamming doors closed in her annoyance. She'd gone through at least twenty doors but no Arista, no Brooklyn.
She panicked. If they weren't here were they with the council? No! She shoved these thoughts to the back of her mind and with a renewed energy she continued opening the doors going in the other direction. She yelled aloud, running while panic squeezed at her heart like a fist, clenching tighter when she couldn't find Arista.
"Ari?" She yelled aloud. "Can you hear me?"
Paranoid and angry, she slumped to the ground in defeat. Misery overwhelmed her as thoughts of Arista being killed engulfed her mind. Her ears buzzed and much to her dismay she felt tears prickling at the back of her eyes.
Her knees pulled up to her chest while she rested her chin on her knees, her arms covering her head.
Black, gold streaked hair fell into her eyes, she blew it out of the way before her whiskey orbs closed in dismay.
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Mystel walked down the long hallway whistling an old tune cheerily. Worry etched on his face when he saw a small, hunched figure sitting against the wall sobbing.
He walked closer cautiously, then hurriedly sat down beside the female he now recognized as Amber.
"Hey.." His voice was optimistic even though there was no response.
A slender arm slung around the female to comfort her before his other hand lifted her chin in a tender hold to figure out why she appeared so sad.
"What's wrong?" He pushed hair away from her face and wiped tears from her cheeks. The saline liquid was wet and cold against his warm hand. Still the female didn't respond to him. Worried, he pulled her against his torso in a reassuring embrace. She hiccoughed into his chest and clutched to him for strength she was fighting to regain.
"I can't find her…"
Mystel, confused, proceeded to probe her for answers. "Can't find who?"
Amber's breath hitched and she shook her head. "I can't find her. Where is she? What did he do to her?" She wrapped herself tighter against his warmth. "I can't find Arista."
"What do you mean you can't find her? What happened?"
Amber wiped her eyes trying to control herself. She hated when people saw her when she felt so weak and childish. But she cared so much for Arista and she was so worried should something happen to her.
Mystel waited patiently for an answer. When he received none he scooped Amber into his lap while he comforted her with words of encouragement and sanguinity.
Eventually she fell asleep in his lap. His shirt was damp from her tears. Nonetheless He looked for Kai or Tala knowing that they would be able to better soothe the female.
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Mr. Dickenson sighed wearily. He hadn't wanted to go through the 'Perfect Plan'. He would rather have used non-violent means to get what he wanted. Although with Boris there was no such thing as non-violent.
He grumbled, soon losing the heat in his thoughts when his eyes drooped sleepily. Stretching his legs, he yawned profusely before removing his slacks. He put down his walking stick. It was carved specially from cherry oak, finished with a clean polish. The head of the stick protruded from the rest of it, the lion's head easily recognizable as part of a family crest.
He removed his suit jacket, folding it neatly then placing it on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. He climbed into his bed raising the cover up to his neckline before falling asleep almost instantaneously.
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Boris gave a rare show of emotion when he sneered at the sleeping form on the bed. His purple hair was spiked in the centre, separating into three strange mini Mohawks. His reddish purple eyes glinted with malice, his lips curved into a leer.
He was dressed in a white button-up shirt with long billowing sleeves. He stood tall and hunched as he stalked over to Dickenson. Long trousers adorned his insect-like legs.
His shadow loomed over the plump man sleeping peacefully on the bed. An abundant red covered the silken sheets. The same colour spread over the blanket.
Boris reached into his pants pocket to pull out a long syringe. He pricked it a little to test the waters. When a small sprinkle of clear liquid shot out he smirked slightly.
"Goodbye old man."
His bony hand hovered over the mouth of the older male, quickly clamping down on it with enough force to awaken the old man. If he had been alive that is.
The needle protruded from his neck, his blue eyes lost their twinkle, instead they were open, frozen with a dull luster.
He was dead.
With a sadistic pride, Boris turned the needle clockwise three time before swiftly and effectively removing it from the deceased mans neck.
If only all problems could be solved with the same amount of ease.
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Kai walked up to the female huddled by Mystel. He heard the occasional whimper signaling him of her distress. His arms stretched around her, lifting her up and holding her bridal style. She looked up, her large eyes mystified by his kindness.
Mystel watched them go with relief knowing that Amber would be better once Kai explained the situation to her.
Said male didn't look at Amber, instead stared straight ahead as he continued to walk. He turned around the corner and nudged a door open with his foot.
His left hand was under the curve of Amber's knees, his right hand holding her shoulders while rubbing small soothing circles into her arm.
She smiled into his chest knowing he was being kind because of the situation. Still a small part of her wondered why he wasn't this nice to her all the time. She put her arms around his neck to steady herself, she gripped the broad plains of his back feeling his shoulders relax into her being.
Amber busied herself with playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, her head resting on his shoulder.
She breathed peacefully before her eyelids fluttered down to close.
A serene look came down upon the boys facial features while he shifted to hold the female properly without dropping her. Her steady breathing and stable heartbeat told him she was asleep. He continued to rub her back soothingly as he would a small child to stop it from crying or becoming irritable.
A ghost of a smile flirted with his lips before he surveyed the familiar figures crouched around a bed. He couldn't see who it was but he got a feeling it was Arista.
On a bed opposite of said girl lay a ginger haired boy in a heap of discomfort. He was staring awkwardly around the room avoiding the accusatory glares he was shot by the group around the other bed.
Kai lay Amber down on a chair, watching her mew slightly before settling into the chair as he gently let go of her. He lay a kiss on top of her forehead when her eyes opened slightly. He rubbed her shoulder lightly before quietly shushing her with a murmur of words barely audible.
He walked over the surrounded bed raking his eyes over the disheveled female. She had several bruises and cuts. Bandages were wrapped around her body every so often as Kai ran his gaze over her, flinching slightly as he saw the blood-soaked bandages around her neck.
He quickly regained his composition before his hand reached down to hold Arista's in a gentle grip. Miyami sat opposite him, her eyes gazing intently at her cousin. She looked up at Kai, he gave a reassuring nod. She gave a weak smile before returning her eyes to the female on the bed.