Chapter 9. Strange only Covers the Beginning.
Warnings, adult themes AU. Angst.
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Take my hand hold it tight
Swear that you'll be
The only one tonight
That hears my screams
And listens to my shattered dreams
With whispering fears that sing
Far into the night with the breeze
Composed of a song dream
Crushed alive and left to be swallowed
By the twilight's latest kiss
To a demon burned alive
From the tears of an angel's swollen eyes
Now as I sit here
Filled to the brim with earthly fears
I scream at the thought that I cannot spill a single tear
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The sun had risen, driving back the moon and burning the away the darkness. It screamed, screeched into the dawn filled sky as it was once again extinguished by the sun's fiery rays. Its formless body reduced to burning, hot embers as the light caressed everything. Inside the broken house, bright fingers invaded its structure. Finding entrance through scarred windows, rotting wood, and cracks that covered the house like artwork. However, darkness still controlled the heart of the building. Overpowering the little tendrils of light that had managed to crawl inside and fruitless destroy it. A canopy of dull blackness still blanketed nearly everything as Shuichi sat paralyzed on the floor. Numb, cold, his limbs frozen and lacking feeling he was found. His pupils contracting slowly to the differences in light as he finally caught glimpses of his surroundings.
Filth was everywhere, trashed littering the floor, and the wood's surface was marred and broken. He had guessed as much, what else could expect from a place reeked of decay and stale bread. He had sat, thought, and breathed in this place for hours. In front him just beyond his, laid this attacker. Sprawled out eagle style with his clothes contorted messily and his flaxen hair obscuring his face. Dry, flaky blood was smeared across the corners of his lips, traveling down to his chin, and covering the upper part of his neck. He smelled of lilies, the odor slight and faded but still it clung to his form. Shuichi sat there, starring, and ignore Hiro as he violently yelled in ear.
He was insane, he knew it. This was his chance, his only opportunity to gain freedom to escape from this prison and fate. He knew it but still he stayed. After the creature, the vampire had bite him had laid there. The blonde haired nosferatu crushing his tiny form and his mind processed everything. Then after what seemed like hours he moved, pushing the creature of the undead off him. Then he did something that completely defied logic, he stayed. He stayed and stared at the thing that had attacked him twice and had kidnapped him from his very room. Any sane person, hell any person with a fraction of brain power would have run. Threw open that door and screamed into the night as they escaped from that hell hole. That was what Hiro had said anyway, but that was them and he liked defying all logic. He knew he was asking for it, sentencing himself to death but still he did not run. Instead he had pushed the man like demon into the position he now occupied and had observed very little aspect of him. With quivering fingers and shallow breath, he crouched over this thing's fallen form.
Nervously he poked at its skin, the act reminding him of a young child poking at something that was alien and foreign to their little minds. Their little fingers hesitating, as they feared that the thing they were observing would turn and snap them in two. Sliding two fingers arched strangely he slide them over the vampire's skin, Pale, cold to the touch, and flawless. The texture smooth and unbridled of any noticeable mistakes. Compared to its powdery whiteness his fingers stood out like a cemetery at a beach. Imperfect and awkwardly strange. It was freezing, cool to the very touch. 'Like ice,' he thought and then brought his hand up to slip his fingers through the golden hair. It flew through the cracks between his fingers like a rainfall of silk. The color so bright and vibrant that gold would instantly become envious. Contrasting with the pigment of the vampire's skin it stood out defiantly. He breathed and let it the gold silk rest on his hand as he inhaled the scent of lilies. It was faint, sweet, and completely out of place. Still, it resided over the creature's body. Pondering as to why the creature would smell like such a thing, he moved his hands away from the blonde's hair and hovered them above the beast's face. At that moment the blood that stained the vampire's lips was wet. Moving his index finger he slid it over the soft flesh. It stained his fingers with a slick, waxen quality. It was strange seeing and feeling his own blood on his fingers, even stranger seeing it smeared across the vampire's lips like lipstick. Bringing his hand back he touched his neck, fingering the holes. It had stopped bleeding and already his blood began to clot and scab over. Pain throbbed dully and he nearly whimpered. Pain and anger still coursed through his system like a drug but was slowly being replaced by numb curiosity. Again he brought his hand out to touch the blonde haired demon and again he touched its lips. This time however he lifted the soft folds of flesh up and stuck index and ring fingers inside its mouth. Quickly he felt the fangs that the vampire possessed and quickly it registered in his mind what the creature was. Like wildfire he removed his fingers and scooted his body away from the vampire.
That was hours ago, now the sun was rising creeping its way into the sky like a snail as the incapacitated vampire began to twitch. Trapped, withdrawn, isolated those were the words that could describe the vampire's situation. Submerged in complete darkness he floated, his limbs reduced to a useless, jelly like substance. He drifted as if suspended in an atramentous ocean as memories began to flash through his amber eyes. No emotion filled him as rejected expression of complete nothingness laced with mind calming numbness paraded across his face. Their essence printing invisible vivid, crimson letters that screamed relinquishment upon his skin. His dreams, his damnation, his curse. The images of his past life, his embankment of crimes and foolish dreams, they screamed at him; pushing themselves against his body, tearing his clothes off, and trying desperately to break him. Like a movie trailer they played for him, their guest of honor, their favorite victim. The irony, the hatred, the mind screaming sensation created by this act fell on deaf ears as he watched himself live in a world that he could never touch; a blasphemous concept, a distasteful fact. Reaching his hand out, he flimsily grasped at obscurity, his reward being that of tiredness. Absolution would never come, the torture continuing until he graced reality and left his hellish mind behind. Finally the movie came to it's finally as his floating was abruptly cut short. As his feet found something tangible to touch, his body jerked and a crack appeared. Small, possessing a spider like image the fracture clawed its way throughout his mind. Fear, a sensation he thought he had left behind filled him at a rapid pace as a chunk of darkness broke. Collapsing to the ground it combusted into a fiery ball licking flames as light penetrated his darkness. Standing chained to the night he watched transfixed at the acts transpiring around him as his lacerated subconscious began to fall apart. In one instant voluminous fraction of his world were deduced to ash as light illuminating everything in his path. Then in one climatic second the light touched his skin, its fingers scraping across his skin causing blood to flow and fire to appear. Cruelly, purposely he felt himself begin to fade, as light, as heaven's flames danced against his form. Consuming every thought, absorbing every millimeter of skin, shriveling his body into charred flesh that floated into the air and then he felt himself die.
Jumping, breaking the thin membrane that separated reality from illusion, he was jolted awake. Pushing his palms against crude wood he breathed useless air in fighting the urge to scream. His eyes, instantly opened the second he came too, looked franticly around. His amber pupils darkening as he willed himself to calm. Repeatedly he told himself that this was routine, that this was nothing but ordinary. Cursing, damning himself with a heated passion, he violently seething inside for his outburst and ridiculous behavior. Bringing a hand to his face he wearily rubbed his eyes his body still. There was nothing to get worked up over, there was nothing to be afraid of, death had already come. Letting out short laughed numbness and visible weariness over took him as he lifted his upper body up. His palms supporting him as his waist and legs still lay sprawled against the floor. Then he heard him, saw him out of the corner of his eye as the nights events returned to him.
Clutching his legs with pale hands he resided, his being calm and relaxed. His small back pressed against the wall as he stared at the vampire with a disinterested glaze. His eyes, their purple lucid coloring waxy and bland as he glazed at him. Every breath was small, the action hardly visible. Dirty, his front covered in dried blood was the human that had been nothing but a thorn lodged in his side. Shocked, surprised, perplexed these expressions laced the blonde mans face. It was so out of place that his mouth threatened to hang loose. His prey, the human that he attacked, the very being that he had kidnapped had not run. The insanely pink haired youth that he foretold that he would kill had not tried to escape. This thought, the idea of such an action was almost too demented to comprehend as he wondered why the fuck the human hadn't run into the night screaming. His voice awakening every creature within miles, alarming them that monster had nearly eaten him. Angry villages, torches clutched in their hands as the banged on the door and set his sanctuary on fire would have been more expected than this. Suddenly without any notice he did something he hadn't done since his heart still beat. He laughed. His lips curved upwards and laughter rocked his frame as he brought a hand to cover his face. Amusement brought about by something other than cruelty, spite, or violence had occurred. Forcing himself to stop his expression of merriment he barked out a question to the silent youth.
"Tell me, to do possess any thought in that mind of yours or was I correct last night in assuming it was bottomless." Silence was his answer as he lowered his hand at glared at the human. "I could kill you, you know. Slit your throat and suck the blood that flows dry. I could in this very instant strangle that thin neck of yours till you could no longer scream. Did running away from me escape your mind or are you just suicidal? Do you beg for death, is that it. The very fact that you still reside here has managed to elude my reasoning.'' Still, no answer escaped from the pink haired man's lips. No movement was made, no answer attempted. The vampire's patience began to run dry, his amusement dispersed as anger and frustration began to swell.
Hey! Tell me! Why haven't you screamed, pleaded for you life, expressed one miserable fraction of emotion that you humans seem to excrete like filth? Why haven't you acted like all the rest? Do you think your special, it that it? Do you believe that I won't snap you in too? Do you even know what the hell I am? He snapped, his fuse running short as the figure that plagued him refused to acknowledge his presence. It was so typical, so human that he wanted rip that container encasing a soul apart and lick the stuff that spewed forth. Sick really, but then he droved on twisted desires. What else was there to do, how else was he to act. There was no guideline, no routine. There was no pathetic instructor handing out pamphlets on how to deal with a nonresponsive prey or the fact things have constantly managed to elude your grasp of thinking. Heh, if he was alive he would deem himself psychotic and spend hundreds of dollars on a shrink to confirm what he already suspected. However he was dead and the being in front him was causing an anger to rise inside him that he thought he had cast away with his soul. Thought made him wish he had burst into flames.
"You're the thing that goes bump in the night. You're a creature that defies logic. You're a monster encased in the flesh of man." Shuichi breathed. The words that flowed from his lips were strange, his voice hollow. Fear was the reason; he just couldn't get worked up enough deliver an emotion lace reply to the thing that acted exactly like a human. Frustrated, annoyed, silently seething and wishing to destroy that caused him to become provoked. Animalistic behavior, bland expressions, and predictable facial features.
A minute passed, the silence surrounding the two was compressing, thick, and lengthy as he analyzed the response he had just heard. The words, things that he had ushered himself, knew to be true struck him off guard. His mind stuttered at the answer, the simplicity of it. The letters that the human had spoken, their meaning was useless, familiar, and expected. When one becomes a servant of the night the truth to what you are is hard to miss. Still, no one had said them out loud, whispered to him what he was, said them in such a way. No one had dared talk to him, dared to utter anything than pleas and screams. The fact that he was actually having a conversation to an animate object left him flustered; the slightly painful truth winding him. Arching one delicate eyebrow he growled, slammed his hands against the floor, and out came his reproach.
"Hn, if you know that then why are you here. Do you not fear me, fear death? Or has this experience blinded you to everything? Have the marks on your neck disappeared or did you enjoy the sensation of me sucking your life away. Should I end it now, rip my hand into your chest and squeeze your human heart into it stops beating. Would you like that? Some how you manage to defy everything that I am accustomed to. You're an anomaly. A fly that buzzes around me head and threatens my own insanity. " He exploded, letting his feelings show. Images of him ripping the human apart entered his mind and he hissed pleasantly at the thought. He wanted to, needed to, but still he did not move. Instead he waited and calculated the man in front of him.
"You smelled of lilies. It was strange, Hiro thought so too. Hiro says I should run, that I should get as far away from you as possible but I don't. There is no reason just that you're…interesting. Hiro says I'm stupid but you look as if you appeared from a book." Shuichi smiled, his lips turning up little as he answered. He didn't know what was going to happen next, if this vampire was going to hurt him, slice him in two. The thought scared him, excited him in such a way that sent his head reeling. Inside his mind he danced, he laughed, and waited for the next game to be played. Grabbing on to him Hiro whispered to be careful, to ignore his desires, and run before darkness swallowed him. But he didn't this was breath taking and he wanted to experience every suffocating moment.
"At this moment I think you're too stupid to kill. If I sucked even another drop of your blood I'm likely to get something. Who the hell is this Hiro, do you have a vision problem! Are you're eyes not rolling around in that skull of yours, our can you not see that there is only me and you in this hell hole! Huh!"
"Hiro is real, he's here. He's like ripples on a water's surface, always occurring and never really leaving. He tells me things, tells me what the world is like, and that you want to kill me because in some small way I tear apart your world. I find that strange though, how can I do such a destructive thing to something like you. Hiro says that I'm signing my own will but I don't care. I have nothing else to do in this world so finding out what you are is entertaining." Shuichi laughed, uncurled his form and stood up.
At that statement the vampire thought he had lost it. Never had he heard such an explanation, never had he met someone that acted like this human. Perfect he thought I had to choose a crazy pink haired brat as supper. Smirking he let cruelty enter his voice. "Entertaining huh, how insulating. To think that a servant of the night has been reduced to a human's play thingCan you even begin to fathom the things I have done, the things that I have seen, the acts of hideous torture that you things have perfected over the years that I have been observing your race. Hn, you are insane, a rejected piece of filth that not even scum would have contact with. Voices in your head huh, how amusing to me. The only reason you're not dead is because you serve to strike me as a riddle. A problem that I must solve." That is it. And in that one instant he had decided, decided what he would with this human. Decided how to solve his problem.
"Are you dead? Is it painful, are there other like you. What are you, are you a demon, ghost. Why did you enter my room, haven't you ever heard of privacy? What if I was changing, hentai!" Wrapping his arms around his body as if to shield his chest he shook his head and nearly yelled the last bit. His pink hair moving with his movements. Inside his mind Hiro smacked him and yelled to be quiet.
It was bizarre, the human's outburst so completely strange that it rendered the vampire thoughtless. Then with out warning his face contorted, his teeth clearly visible as he sneered, growled, at the pink haired idiot that loomed in front of him. His eyes rose, narrowed, and an describable noise rose up in the back of his throat. Then he exploded, jumped to his feet, and screamed. Thrashing his arms around wildly he stomped around the room screaming hysterical and cursing at the world he found himself in.
"See Hiro told you he was interesting," Shuichi whispered as he pressed himself against the wall and watched the vampire throw a tantrum. "I didn't expect to break his mind." This statement only caused the vampire to scream more.
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Why do I scream into the night
Why do I fight and cry with fists so tight
Why do I whisper in fright
At the thought of an endless night
Why do you stare at me
Glaze at me with haunted eyes
Why do you captivate me
Like a burning flame that never dies
Why do you smile
When I wish to end it all
Why do you laugh
At things so small
Humble has no bounds
Your wounds have no depth
Your smile has no mask
Your souls has no mistake
The meaning that you find
The purpose of the night
Makes your eyes shine so bright
As you wish to be the moon
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ya! Dialogue. Tell me what you think people!
