Moon Light's Call

/sighs/ Curses to all teachers and anything else affiliated with EOCs… I've been studying my ass off for about a week now and decided what the hell, I've studied enough, so I came back here to my horrendously slow laptop and decided to start on my next chapter. Anyways, I apologize deeply to anyone who's been waiting for this chapter to come out for so long, but! Here it is now, so have fun!

Standard disclaimer: I don't own the fabulous characters drawn by the artist known as Maki Murakami. But, my story, so copy it and die…

Shuichi stirred lightly and yawned, letting his fangs fully extend in what was surely to be a truly fearsome vampire yawn. Next to him on the rumpled bed lay Yuki who was still deeply asleep after a rather busy night. On the floor next to them was the only truly awake person in the house, Tatsuha. Sitting up on the floor, he sucked contentedly on the neck of a rather unfortunate solicitor who'd wandered up at near midnight to their house. Finishing with the meat sack, he pushed it away from him moodily and stared up at the bed where his brother and that…that…boy now slept.

He'd heard them during the night through his blood depraved mind as they made love over and over again until even their undead bodies were past the point of exhaustion and they fell onto the bed, quickly asleep. He on the other hand had slowly been inching his head towards the bag of blood that his brother had thrown mere inches from his face. The torment that it offered, being able to see the life giving fluid inches from his face, yet unable to reach it, was truly a new torture to him. Finally he'd been able to grab a hold of it and eagerly bit a hole in the bag, quickly lapping up the fluid inside. It was then that the doorbell rang and using his renewed strength, Tatsuha had quickly killed the man, not even bothering to quell the fear of his victim, but rather just letting go to the animal inside of him and gnawing the man's neck apart.

Now though, he planned to get as far away from his brother and that idiotic boy toy of his. He wanted nothing more to do with them. Heading out the door, he paused as a voice rang out

"It's funny what having your head ripped off and your blood drained will do to you. I never envisioned you as a coward."

Tatsuha turned around, face solemn "Whatever, I'm off. You and your fuck buddy have a jolly old time…later bro".

Another voice piped up from behind Yuki "You know, you could always get a blood slave. That should make you feel better".

Mulling it over, Tatsuha found that he had to agree with the twerp "Whatever twerp, I'm off". With that, Tatsuha turned and walked out the door and quickly dissolved into the night in a flash of black cloth.

Shuichi shrugged and curled back underneath the warm covers instantly falling back asleep. Yuki however, was not so easily put back to sleep and after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, he shrugged and got up, carefully putting the covers back over Shuichi. Walking into the kitchen, he lit up a cigarette and sucked in a breath of the death giving smoke into his already dead lungs and sighed, sitting down in a chair. Reaching to the wall beside him, he picked up the phone, he quickly dialed a number out of memory.

"Hello?"

"He- Yuki! Is that you?"

"Yeah, just thought I'd catch up on old times…"

"Listen, I'm free right now, would you like to come eat with me? I know this great park where there's always at least one person by themselves".

Yuki looked over at the loudly snoring figure on his bed "No, I think I'll have to do that some other time. I just, wanted to talk right now". He sighed and snubbed out the glowing cigarette on a nearby ashtray.

"Of course Yuki, is something the matter? It's not that Shindou kid that you acquired is it?"

That got a small chuckle out of him "No, it was someone else…Do you remember Kitazawa?"

There was a silence on the other end and then "Of course I do, I was there, remember?"

"I know Tohma, I know…"

(Switch of POV! Woot woot!)

Hiro stirred on his bed and looked over at the form next to him of Ayaka, the only human ever to truly show him kindness. Sighing contentedly, he turned over on his side looked down at his chest where there'd been a large gash earlier that night. Like always though, it'd healed within the hour, showing one of the rare advantages of his mixed blood. Getting up off the bed, he walked over to the dirty window of the hotel and pushed aside the curtain blocking his view. Looking out, he saw the lights still flashing in the distance where firemen were desperately attempting to put out the fire in the forest that would later be reported as "set on fire by young hooligans from the next town over" by the old men down by the stores.

Letting the curtain fall back into place, Hiro turned back around and saw that Ayaka was sitting up on her bed and looking at him. Smiling lightly, Hiro walked over to her and sat down next to her, putting an arm around her and pulling her close.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Ayaka nodded "Yeah, I think I just sprained my arm…I guess I'm lucky he didn't break it." Her face darkened slightly as she thought about him. She'd only been freed from him for a few hours and the thought of him still troubled her.

Hiro sighed and kissed her lightly "Don't worry about it, he's gone now, I've made sure of that…"

I know! It's too short! But ah well, more to come later, I PROMISE! Anywho, hope you guys liked this mini chapter and see ya'll next time. Toodals!