Blood Tears,
Chapter Two:
Hunger
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, but I do own Nekros. Nyah.
One night, as Nicholas wandered around the cemetery, he noticed a sudden pain in his stomach. One that was not quite unlike a pang of extreme hunger. His eyes narrowed in confusion. Nicholas hadn't thought that he needed to eat now that he was dead; after all, he didn't need to breathe. So why this… this agony he was going through? Nicholas dropped to his knees; everything started to grow a bit fuzzy. Almost as if…As if… His eyes widened in shock.
"As if I'm dying, again…" He looked up. He wasn't willing to let that happen. "But what does one of the living dead eat?"
Nicholas suddenly stopped talking as he heard someone approaching. Out for a walk like him perhaps? Nicholas's eyes narrowed. Or were they trying to find him? He crept closer to them, keeping to the shadows. Nicholas noticed something quite peculiar as he watched the stranger grow closer. He felt as if this was what he was supposed to do. He felt some kind of thrill, he could hear the man's heart beating as he drew ever closer. He could hear the blood coursing through his veins…Now if he could only taste it… Nicholas jerked back in shock. What was he thinking? What was he? Some sort of…of monster? The grim realization sat heavily in his mind. That's what he was…a monster. Nicholas stared as the man walked past him, oddly dressed, even for this time period. But no matter. If he had to eat in order to survive, then so be it.
He closed his eyes and let his instinct guide him.
Faust walked through the graveyard, but unlike most nights, he got an uneasy feeling. He felt as if someone was watching him. Faust tried to ignore it, but it seemed to follow him. But he still paid it no mind, opting instead to try to enjoy his walk. It was his little 'break' from the others…and a break from his life. After a while, the feeling disappeared, but not too long afterwards came back stronger than ever. Faust walked a bit faster, finally choosing not to ignore his invisible assailant. He heard a small sound behind him, and he quickly turned around, hoping to get even a glimpse of his pursuer.
And he was not disappointed. The man that had been stalking him now stood before him, smiling in a way that made Faust even more anxious than he was before. He couldn't really make out any of the person's features, but Faust saw that the man was just as tall and pale as him, if not more so.
"What do you want?" Faust called out uncertainly.
The man remained silent, slowly walking towards the doctor. Faust backed away quickly.
"W-who are you?"
"Nekros."
And then the man leapt at him.
Blood.
His was so sweet, so pure.
He laughed.
Not like he would know. But he knew that the next wouldn't be as good as his first. So he didn't kill his first.
No.
He could never do that.
He would make him his.
His and his alone.
He was Nicholas no more.
Now he was Nekros, a creature of the night.
Somewhere in the distance, his 'master' laughed cruelly.