Hnng, if the story looks like it includes a lot of unnecessary details, I hope you will pardon me. All of them will be important eventually.
Again, I apologize for English grammar and writing skills.
Yes, I included a lot of my own settings into this story, changed a lot, made up stuff, as you may tell already when there's random made-up vampires attacking around lol. If you don't like it, feel free to stop reading! This is a vampire AU that I've already thought very far on.
Okie I'm done talking. Hope you still enjoy this chapter! I'll probably shut up from now on.
Chapter 2
Yurio's fighting style had always been wild. Contradictingly, there is a certain grace in his wildness. It looked as if he was fighting without a plan, while there had been a strategy all along.
Without Yuuri by his side, Yurio could only fight alone. It was difficult, for sure, but Yurio would never admit that he would actually need Yuuri's help. He gritted his teeth, his shoulder scratched and blood leaked out from wounds all around. His body had obviously weakened. Fortunately, the vampire looked visibly torn as well.
A single cloud hovered over the full moon, casting a shadow over the world. Then dozens of other clouds followed. For a long while the sky was completely black. Yurio had to narrow his eyes and stared harder to locate his enemy, spotting him mostly from the glow in his red eyes.
"Hwaghhh!" As soon as he spot the ugly sight of the vampire, he lunged forward. Again and again, the fight persisted. Yurio had lost track of time. The clouds did not clear.
When a single bullet finally impaled through the vampire's head, it was already one in the morning. The battle had lasted for almost an hour. Yurio caught his breath, panting repeatedly, his body collapsed against a tree.
And this stupid vampire isn't even that Viktor Nikiviki or whatever his stupid name is…!
Where the hell did Yuuri go? Where did he get taken to?
Just another moment, another moment for him to breathe and prepare himself. Yurio was aware that he had no time for this, but he also understand that there is a limit to his body. He hated that his body right now refused to move, that there is a voice screaming inside his head telling him to rest.
"Damn it!"
He was suddenly fueled with self-hatred, his mind filled with self-ridicules and disapprovement at himself. He couldn't even pass a simple test to prove his own worth? When he left, he promised his grandfather that he would definitely become one of the best vampire hunters out there. Now here he is...Here, collapsed?!
Yurio shook his head. No, now's not the stupid time for this…! He got to find Yuuri. Out of anything, he would not let Yuuri surpass him. There is the tiniest, smallest chance that wherever Yuuri got taken to was where that Viktor Nik shall be.
Just as he used the tree to assist him to stand up, his phone rang. Furrowing his eyebrows, he realized the call was from Yakov and picked it up. "What?"
"Retreat, both of you should retreat. There are some unexpectancies in this test and it has become harder than planned. There are more level 4 vampires than expected. And with a re-analysis, the vampire we had sent you guys to deal after is a level 5 himself."
Yurio blinked, "What are you talking about?"
"The test was originally supposed to have you two fight against a single level 4 vampire together. The test originally analyzed that Viktor Nikiforov is a level 4 vampire, and the rest vampires that would get into your ways should only be level 2 or 1, and in rare occurrences level 3" he paused, clearing his throat. "It should be doable with you two working together. However, it turned out that Nikiforov is a level 5 vampire. The forest is filled with level 3's and level 4's. It was a false analysis on our parts and a mistake of my own. Come back, Yurio, tell Yuuri to come back too. This forest's too dangerous for you guys yet."
"Huuuh?!" Yurio growled. "That's too late now! Yuuri already got taken away!"
"Taken away?!"
"Some shadow appeared and boom he's gone. I just done killing a vampire too. He was harder than the ones I dealt with before."
There was a stern silence on the other end until Yakov spoke again. "That's most likely a level 3. You already passed the test, Yurio. Come back first. We would send people after Yuuri. Don't worry."
The blonde vampire hunter stomped the ground hard. "Who would worry about him?! He better not...better not…"
"We won't let him die."
"I said I wasn't worried about him! He can die all he wants!"
"Just come back, Yurio."
The clouds had cleared, allowing the full moon to illuminate the night sky once more. Its lonely radiance rested upon the rooftops of a tiny church, and on a figure still kneeling down in front of a confused human lad.
Now that Yuuri could see clearly, the male who identified himself as Viktor Nikiforov is wearing a huge, dark coat. Under it is a suit vest over a collared white shirt with a black tie. An elegant attire, fittable for a man with such handsome features. Nonetheless, he is a vampire.
"'Master?'" Yuuri repeated the word that this man had uttered last. "I...don't know what you're talking about." His hand was still holding onto his dagger tightly. Viktor Nikiforov, he is exactly the vampire that he and Yurio should have been dealing with tonight. Now, their target's bowing down at him…?
Viktor didn't seem surprised that the lad in front of him looked so clueless. He stood up that gentle smile of his never left his face. "Yes, you are my master. Yuri Katsuki, no, Yurii Clauvancé."
"H-huh what? Wait, what?" As if each word uttered by this vampire in front of him could only bring forth more confusion, Yuuri shook his head. He already couldn't see clearly without his glasses and now he couldn't think clearly too. He reached his hand up to give himself a good few slaps to confirm that he wasn't dreaming, but before he could do so this vampire had come forth and held onto his hands.
Both of them.
His naked hands were cold, and they clutched onto Yuuri's hands gently. The lad looked up to find the vampire had inched closer, so close that their face was just a few centimeters apart. Yuuri felt himself walking back, hitting against a tree, but Viktor did not stop his approach. He could feel the vampire's cold breath against his lips.
For some reasons, Yuuri didn't feel frightened. Perhaps it's because his confusion had taken over his brain that he had lost all senses of comprehension. However, he could tell that there's something more...Something deep inside that blue hues of his eyes that calmed him. Instead, the lad felt a slight blush rosing to his cheek when their eyes are just an inch apart.
"You don't remember?" Viktor murmured, his breath tickled against Yuuri just below his nose. "Should I make you remember?"
With that, Yuuri's eyes widened when he felt a pair of cold, dry lips pressed against his.
A gentle brush, a tender touch.
"Mhm…!" Nonetheless, the lad could not handle the surprise. Mustering up his own strength, he freed his hand and pushed Viktor away, breaking free from the other's grasp. "What...What are you doing…!" His cheeks were bright red, his eyes in complete shock. Automatically, his hand touched his own neck, as if more surprised by the kiss than the fact that his blood wasn't being sucked. Viktor recollected his balance upon being pushed back, the slight frown on his face hinted of his displeasure. "Yuuri…"
"Who are you? I have no idea what you're talking about...Since the beginning!" He shouted, confusion mixed with frustration. "What master? What..What are you? I was supposed to…"
Supposed to kill you.
But now he didn't even have the strength mentally enough to pick up his dagger that had long fallen to the ground since Viktor held his hand.
"Yuuri," Viktor repeated his name in a voice as small as a whisper.
"Don't call my name as if you know me so well," Yuuri grunted. He felt upset. He wasn't sure why.
Silence followed-a long period of silence. Viktor's expression was grim, his mouth in a tight, thin line. He wasn't looking at Yuuri anymore, but more as if he's simply thinking, thinking hard. Yuuri continued to stare at the ground, too frustrated to do anything.
Then, as if the vampire had finally decided on what to say, he began. His voice, smooth, travelled its way quietly into the lad's ears, who shuddered as he heard the other speak again.
"I've known you since your past life. You were a vampire too, Yuuri."
Yuuri glared up, not immediately processing the other's word. He opened his mouth, but the vampire continued without giving him a chance to respond.
"Yurii Clauvancé. You were a vampire. Not just any vampire, you were a pure-blood, the last pure-blood left of your bloodline. My family, though not completely pure, retained the next purest bloodline after yours. It was already thousands of years ago, but for generations my family had pledged loyalty to yours."
The blue-eyed vampire looked up, Yuuri met his gaze.
Unlike any other vampires they'd seen, with their violent red eyes and beast-like demeanor, Viktor...Viktor is different. He gave off from him an aura of elegance and grace, of loneliness and sorrow. The vampire is beautiful and handsome, a vampire with a human-like soul.
Yuuri was at a loss, his felt everything in his brain slowly mushed up together into a giant mess of complete chaos. He scratched his cheek, fumbled with his hair. He blinked, frowned, crossed his arms, and at last could only let out a laugh. "H-...huh?"
Viktor shook his head and shut his eyes, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. He looked as if he's in pain, or more just in extreme sorrow. "I had been with you for so long...We were together. Me, who was entrusted to protect you. But since that incident…That day when everything changed...You...Who did that for me..."
He gritted his teeth in an attempt to calm himself, but the rest of his words still came out trembling. "You were gone. Ever since then I've been wandering and wandering, waiting...waiting for you to appear again. Waiting to see you again. To find you."
Yuuri shook his head frantically. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm...I'm just a human! A vampire hunter, for goodness's sake. Now you want me to believe in you...The mere words of a vampire?" The flashbacks of his dog suddenly entered his mind, a violent poodle struggling to defend his family for him. The looks of fears on his parents' face, the tears, and the pool of blood on the floor along with a dead body.
"Yuri Katsuki," Viktor said.
"Don't call my name!" Yuuri yelled.
The vampire continued nonetheless."A hundred years passed by and finally, I found you. You have reincarnated, your identity has changed. And yes, you're a human now. But no, that face of yours, those dark eyes, that smile, none of that changed. When I witnessed sight of you three years ago, I knew instantly that I have found you: my master."
"Please don't talk anymore, I don't want to listen to it anymore…!"
Three years ago, that is the same time when there was a sudden increase in the number of vampire activities in Japan. It was around that time when Yuuri became Yakov's apprentice...Around the time when he lost Makkachin.
"Come back, Yuuri," Viktor beckoned, "Please come back to me."
"No! So it's you...The reason why Japan suddenly had so much vampire activities, the reason why my family is attacked, why Makkachin risked his life…"
Viktor halted, his own blue eyes widened as if in shock. "Vampires attacked your family?"
"It was you isn't it! You bring them-"
"No, listen, Yuuri, that would not be my intention. I would never want to hurt anything or anyone you love. I didn't want them to follow me, no, I never wanted them to."
Viktor was well aware that his bloodline, now with the purest bloodline since the Clauvence family is gone, would attract many small vampires who would instinctively follow the scent of their superior. Pure-bloods are considered superior after all.
Yurii Clauvence was also once superior. Though now he was reborn as a human with no longer any trace of vampire blood in him. No memories of him either. None of that life he once lived.
Viktor gulped. A sudden guilt took over him, and he wanted to say more. However, at that moment, he sensed movements-not just one person, but a group. They were still a couple meters away. Immediately, he tensed up and grabbed Yuuri by the shoulder. "People are coming, we need to go."
"Huh, wait-" Before Yuuri could respond, he found himself once again lifted up and held in the arms of the tall, handsome vampire. Within a second, they're dashing again under the full moon, shadow sneaking through each tree.
"Let me go!" Yuuri was shouting, struggling in his arms. Those people were probably sent by Yakov, probably after realizing that he had long failed his mission. What a shame as a vampire hunter.
"Remember, Yuuri, remember," unaware of Yuuri's thoughts, Viktor continued to say as they were running away. "Remember who you used to be."
"Even if you want me to I don't know how! How could I suddenly believe in all these things you just told me?! For all I know vampires had hurt so many people already, almost murdered my family and killed my dog!" Despite the blur in his vision, Yuuri yelled back boldly, his anger exploded with the tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks. "I have no idea why this is happening and the vampire that I'm supposed to kill tonight suddenly called me master and told me a bunch of bullshit!"
Viktor blinked as they dashed in the air. "You're supposed to kill me tonight?"
"...Well, yeah!" Yuuri seemed a bit hesitant to admit, especially after all the deals he had suddenly gone through with this mysterious vampire. He could almost hear Viktor laugh. A low chuckle. "What is it?" He asked in displeasure.
"No it's just...I doubt you can kill me," Viktor said with that soft tone of his. Immediately it'd pissed Yuuri off. If he could, he would've taken out one of his throwing knives in an attempt to stab this vampire hard. He tried, actually, though his shoulder were held on by the vampire, his hand could still weakly touch against the cold metal of the only visible weapons he had left on him. Ah, right! There are also bombs on the hidden pockets inside of his jacket. Damn it, he couldn't reach for it.
"Yuuri," while Yuuri was struggling mentally on how to go against him in this situation, Viktor called his name again. From this angle, Yuuri could only look up, seeing the other's serious gaze looking forward while they dash. Yuuri's hand paused from reaching for his throwing knife. He spoke cautiously, "What?"
"There isn't no way for you to remember about who you once was," the vampire said, and Yuuri blinked. "Huh?"
"There is a way for you to remember me, Yuuri, and to bring back who you used to be," Viktor said sternly, then he looked down at the other. He was holding Yuuri tight in his arms, tight enough so any struggles or attempt to fight back from the lad would be futile. He made sure however that his grasp on the other is gentle, not too hard or uncomfortable. Yuuri had his head against his chest, though quite unwillingly. Their eyes met once again, the blue hues. The eyes that reminded Yuuri of the clear blue sky and the glittering blue sea.
"Become a vampire, Yuuri."