Hi I'm back with another chapter.
Warnings- blood, mild gore, language, violence, and vampirism
Worse in later chapters. None in this chapter.
Disclaimer I do not own Detective Conan.
Heiji woke up the next morning with a very stiff neck. He kept his eyes closed tightly as he propped himself up on his right hand and his jacket fell into his lap. He rubbed his stiff neck with his free left hand and rolled his head from side to side and all around to some how get out all the cramps. Once that was done he opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes widened as he realized he wasn't in his room or even in his house. As his brain woke up even more the detective part started taking in everything around him to try to piece together what happened.
He remembered being attacked, his attacker saying he was sorry, his attacker's vampire like qualities, and being bitten! In a panic he reached up to where he had been bitten with his left hand. He touched the left side of his neck and slowly slid it to where he remembered the teeth sliding painfully into his neck. He shuddered at the memory and accidentally touched the correct spot without meaning to. When his hand made contact he felt as if he had been bitten again plus a lot more pain. His right hand slid out from under him and he made painful contact with the ground. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. His left hand gripped his jacket which was still on his lap as his right hand clenched into a fist by his side. He waited for the pain to subside before taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. 'O.K., note to self,' he thought, 'Don't touch bite mark.'
He propped himself back up, this time on both arms. He noticed more of the alley this time. He noticed he was off to the side, and his vision was blocked by a dumpster. He noticed the state he was in, besides the place where he was bit hurt like he was just electrocuted by a really strong stun gun. He noticed the tarp under him, the jacket in his lap, and his baseball hat on the ground where his head would lay.
'O.K.' he thought as he sat cross legged to prop his right elbow on his knee so he could place his chin in his right hand as he laid his other arm in his lap. 'The murder? Attacker? Ugh it doesn't matter at the minute. He took care of the-my body. Covered the-my face. He definitely showed regret. He looked homeless. Ugh, I'm glad my parents aren't home at the moment.' It was true, his parents were out of the house. His dad was working on a case that kept him at work and his mom was visiting a friend for a few days. So no one was home. 'Ugh I said I'd meet Kazuha later this afternoon.' He looked up. It didn't seem like it was too late in the day, in fact it looked like it was actually early mourning.
He got up from the tarp and immediately felt light headed. He placed his left hand on the wall until he felt he wouldn't faint while his right hand held his jacket. He blinked to clear his vision. When he felt safe and the light headedness clear he replaced his right hand with his left so he could lean down and retrieve his hat. He pushed off from the wall, put his hat on backwards, and then his jacket. He took another look around to make sure nothing was left behind. When he established that nothing was left behind he left the same way he was shoved in.
After he left an employee from the building that the dumpster belonged to came out with the morning trash and noticed the removed tarp. He figured the wind blew it off so he threw away the trash and replaced the tarp.
Heiji walked down the street towards his home. The buildings kept the street from seeing the sunlight. Heiji was glad there weren't that many people out, just early risers and people who needed to be to work early or leaving from the night shift.
He kept his head down and his hands in his pockets not wanting to draw attention to himself. He made his way to the intersection to cross and continue on his way when the sun decided to make an appearance. The only skin that the sun touched was from Heiji's elbow's where his jacket sleeves ended to where his pockets covered his hands, his face, and neck. 'Is the sun extra bright today or what?' he thought. To him the sun seemed blinding and where the sun touched was burning, itching, and stinging. He groaned and winced away from the sun and closed his eyes to shield them from the harsh rays.
He heard chuckling to his right and squinted to see who was there. It turned out to be a middle aged man facing the street, waiting to cross, trying to block the sun from his eyes with his right hand, while his left hand searched his pocket for something. "First hangover?" the stranger asked. Heiji could smell alcohol on his breath and judging from his appearance he had slept outside and had a hangover himself. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He turned to look at Heiji and chuckled again. "Try turning your hat around. It will keep the sun out of your eyes."
Heiji did as suggested and felt better once the sun was out of his eyes and shoved his hand quickly back into his pocket as it started to burn, but once it was covered the burning sensation was gone. "Thanks," he muttered, keeping his head down, kind of uncomfortable with being seen as hungover.
"No problem," said the man as he turned back towards the street.
The light changed and they crossed. The man turned going into the sun and Heiji continued going straight back into the shade of the buildings.
He was happy when he got home. No one to bother him, well at least until Kazuha arrived. He toed out of his shoes and continued into the house. He made his way to his room to find some clean clothes.
He went over what happened the night before again.
He had been walking in a bad part of town.
He had put a trash can lid back on a public trash can, that was probably knocked off by a hungry cat.
He had walked by an alley...
...then someone had pulled him into said alley. He was thrown deep into the alley then before he could get his balance he was knocked down by his attacker. His attacker had covered his mouth and held him down rather efficiently. His attacker had tried to calm him down, but had actually scared him more. He had hit his attacker, but that only made his attacker tense up and redirected his attacker's attention from whatever he was thinking about back to his captive.
'He apologized,' Heiji thought, 'He also had regret in his eyes. If a murder took care of his victim after they killed them it does mean they regret doing what they did to some extent...and if he was the one to,' he shuddered as the next thought went through his head, 'take care of me after he thought I was dead...' Heiji let the last thought trail off, not knowing where it was going completely. He had never been killed before, shot, but that had been partially his fault.
He thought back to the man, especially about right before he bit him. The man had bloody fangs like a vampire. Heiji shuddered as he remembered being bitten, it was a hot searing pain. He had wanted to scream but the hand over his mouth prevented him from making too much noise. He had fought till he was too weak and blacked out.
'Did I die?' he thought to himself. His left hand absently strayed to the bite mark but before his hand made it he remembered what touching it did and dropped his hand back to his side. 'No I didn't die. I wouldn't be here if I died.' He took deep breaths to calm himself. He slid down the wall as his eyes grew wide. 'Come on! Vampires don't exist.' He took a deep breath to calm down. 'I'll just take a shower and think about this later.'
He went over to his dresser, grabbed what he wanted, and then proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower.
After his shower, Heiji wrapped a towel around his waist and secured it before stepping out. The shower had definitely helped. His muscles were more relaxed, but his mind was still going over what had happened. 'O.K.' he thought to himself, 'So I was bit by a vampire wannabe or some crazy person who thought they were a vampire.' He sat on the edge of the tub, propped his elbows on his knees, and placed his chin in his right hand. 'Or there's the unlikely chance it was a real vampire.' He placed his head in both hands and groaned. "There's no way," he said to himself. "There's just no way!
"Vampires are fictional, they don't exist. They exist in movies and books not in real life!" Heiji let out a frustrated groan. He stood up and got dressed before drying off the mirror with his towel. He looked into the mirror to see himself staring back. He groaned again, but this time for a different reason. He had forgotten to dry his hair, but it was starting to dry so he left it as is, besides he had other things to worry about.
He thought back on the attack. 'I wonder if the wound needs bandages,' he thought, 'If I blacked out I probably lost too much blood. I should have thought about that before I got in the shower.' He was worried that he might have reopened his wound. He pulled down his shirt with his left hand, while he rested his right hand on the sink to reveal the wound only to see two scars where the wound would have been. He stared. 'Wounds don't heal that fast.' He let go of his shirt to see how much of his shirt covered the wound to find that only one scar was covered and the top of his shirt just reached the base of the top scar. He traced the top of his shirt with his left hand, only to touch the top scar by accident.
Pain raced through him again. His right hand gripped the sink, while he fell to his knees in pain, his left hand dropping to the floor also. He leaned his forehead against the cabinet and took a few calming breaths before grabbing the sink with his left hand, along with his right, and hauling himself to his feet. "Oww," he said to himself. He left the bathroom just as the doorbell rang. He ran into his room to grab his hat then down the stairs to greet Kazuha at the door.
O.K. I want to thank everyone who read this story and MimzSilver for my very first review. Please anyone tell me if I screwed something up.
Sadly I didn't finish were I wanted but I wanted to put up something so I found a different end for this chapter and I'll put everything that didn't make it in this chapter into the next chapter.
Oh and before anyone jumps down my throat I'm doing my own version of a vampire because there are so many out there.