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ckc: Hi! Yay! I'm typing the next chappie! So happy! 'cus I'm- Mr, Cellophane. Won't you call my name? You can walk right through me. See right through me….. sorry, we were talking about that song today 'cus somebody was listening to the Chicago soundtrack… that's really off topic.
Anyways, Thank You So Much Reviewers! You all are so wonderful for reviewing my horrible fanfic that completely butchers Kingdom Hearts. Yeah. So here's the THIRD, count it, THIRD chappie. The second chapter would have been up yesterday but something was wrong with uploading it.
Question: Can I really call this Adventure/Action/Humor? I want to know if it's funny or not and if it isn't what can be the second category? Just want some input. It's okay if you don't answer. I'm good with everything.
Axel: When do I come in? I need to show off my Pyro skills!!
ckc: um…. I have no comment. So, here's BloodLust with everyone's favorite (or almost favorite) Nobody Demyx!
BloodLust
Crimson
"Ow, my head."
Demyx awoke the next morning with his head absolutely pounding and his stomach empty. He tried to go back to sleep but upon finding himself in the middle of his bedroom floor with no idea how he got there, he decided to just find himself some breakfast.
Still in his pajamas that consisted off dark blue bottoms and a white shirt he strolled down to the fourth floor where the kitchen was. It was completely empty. The Nocturne opened all the many cabinets in search of something to eat but found everything in sight looked, to be honest, disgusting. He couldn't make himself eat something he would throw up immediately afterwards.
And then something caught his eye, or actually in this case, his nose. From the fridge there came a scent so mouthwatering Demyx had to find whatever it was. Tearing through the Organization's huge fridge he found the origin of the wonderful stench.
A package of raw steak.
Grimacing at what he had just found, Demyx could not believe that this was the source of what he thought was going to be a great new meal. That was, until he noticed the small trickle of crimson running from the corner of the package.
Without a thought to what he was doing, the Nocturne drank it, sucking every last bit of blood from the package. He licked the dripping red liquid, relishing every last drop. Such a wonderful taste. The blood felt so good on his tongue, running down his throat-
"IX. What the heck are you doing?"
Demyx was snapped out of his reverie as Luxord spoke, his mind suddenly processing what he had just been doing.
"I was, um, I mean- I mean, it…." In a hurry, the Nocturne threw the steak back into the fridge, much to Luxord's disgust, trying to explain his actions. Within seconds his face took on the look of being completely grossed out.
"I was drinking blood! Sick!"
The Melodious Nocturne was about to rush to his bathroom to thoroughly rinse out his mouth when he smelled something once again with the same, delicious scent. He turned to see Luxord making his way towards the sink, a streak of red on his hand.
"Luxord. What… what is that?" He asked, his mind starting to go blank.
"Cut myself on some broken bottle outside of my room. I'm not quite sure how it got there in the middle of the night but it probable has to… do with… Xigbar…" The Gambler of Fate stopped in mid-sentence as he noticed the odd look on Demyx's face.
"Demyx?"
He couldn't stop himself as he made his way toward Luxord, or when he could suddenly only focus on the red seeping out the man's skin. Or when he decided to latch himself to the man's bleeding palm and drink the blood that spilled out.
"Demyx, what the heck-" The Gambler grabbed his friend by the back his shirt, wrenching him off. Demyx blinked as if were just waking up, swaying slightly as his mind cleared.
"What's wrong with you number IX?"
"I just… I," Demyx looked at the two punctures on Luxord's hand, feeling a coppery taste in his mouth. His stomach flipped. Face turning a pale green, he took off for the sink, throwing up his morning snack.
"Oi, Luxord! What's goin'- watch your back!"
Demyx looked up meekly as three new individuals walked in. The person that had just spoken, a rumpled looking Xigbar, had just summoned a gun, pointing it at the Nocturne's head. Behind him was a very confused Xaldin and worried Zexion.
Xigbar drew out yet another gun as Demyx tried to speak.
"Back away from the Gambler."
"What are you doing?" Xaldin asked as nobody made a move.
Zexion proceeded to explain. "Number IX has suddenly found our blood to be the perfect midnight snack. He attacked us last night."
"You did?" The Lancer asked.
"I did?" Now Demyx was really confused. He didn't remember doing anything last night.
"Heck yes you did!" Xigbar shouted, rolling up one of his jacket sleeves. He ripped off a bandage on his upper arm to reveal two red marks slightly oozing blood, proof of Demyx's midnight chase. "You bit me ya bloodsucker!"
"I… ohh," The blonde man gave another groan as his stomach gave a lurch. He had been drinking Xigbar's blood too? Now he was really going to be sick.
"Let's get you to Vexen," Luxord suggested suddenly. "Maybe that mad scientist can figure out what's wrong with IX."
Much to Xigbar, Zexion, and Demyx's dislike, the Gambler of Fate grabbed the Nocturne's arm, half dragging half carrying him out of the kitchen and towards Number IV's lab. The rest of the members followed them, Xigbar and Zexion remaining suspicious of their companion.
With his stomach still out of sorts, Demyx slightly to protest until he noticed the Freeshooter's gun point blank at his skull. Gulping, he followed Luxord, trying to focus on other things. The Gambler of Fate seemed to be the safest thing.
Luxord was in quite a hurry, all his focus on dragging the blonde companion to Vexen. His earring swayed, tiny sparkles of light reflection off of it. And beneath that was his neck, the only skin revealed above his black coat. Demyx never had realized how fine Number X's skin was or how soft it looked. And there was that dark blood pulsing, so close. So very close.
Luxord had an idea that something was wrong when Number IX's arm went slack, when he heard his breath hitch and go erratic. Looking back towards the Nobody he found that his premonition was right for in the short glance he caught the hungry look in Demyx's eyes and the unmistakable glitter of fangs.
ckc: yay! Another chappie done. I'll leave that little cliffhanger for everyone's enjoyment.
Kouru: It's the sign of the Apocalypse! ckc is actually updating! Run for the hills!
ckc: shush! Anyways, I hoped you all enjoyed this chappie of Demyx and other people. I'm warning everyone right now that Demyx is gonna be OoC 'cus he's a vampire…. Thing….. kind of….. yeah.
Demyx: Please review!! It's makes ckc very happy and warm and fuzzy inside!