Ch. 3
A/N: Heh, this is the next chapter in this epic tail. Hopefully, this fic really will end in a few chapters. And about Guardian Gene, I'm either going to delete it or rewrite it. I get these amazing flashes of good fan fiction, but the plot and chapters I try to write to get to that point SUCK! It has also come to my attention that Drake, being the egoistic person he is, would probably not go to a blood bank just to get a meal. Yeah well, he was tired and hurt and I'm pretty sure that he'd think a lot of these things through. Plus, it's a major plot point. So please review. I'll bake you brownies! And thank you, those who did review! ^-^
moa~
When King was brought back to the wonderful world of waking, it was to a weird whooshing in both of his ears. He opened his eyes and was met with leather. At first he was confused, not really quite remembering. But then the head splitting migraine brought all of it back.
King had fucked up.
King had fucked up bad.
So, what does one do when being carried by the father of vampires with all the dignified grace of a sack of potatoes?
Observe:
King placed his hands on the smalls of Drake's back and pushed off, bringing his legs into the air in a backwards somersault. But to his dismay, doing that got him into a back flop onto the concrete roof of the building. He grunted but quickly turned himself over. He stood up and noticed that Drake was now on the other building that he had been jumping across to, staring at him. He was amused, King saw, and that kind of pissed King off.
"For someone who is supposed to be a human, you're quite strong," Drake said, stepping off the building and seemingly gliding over to the where king was (when he really knew it was a trick the blood suckers knew to just move fast as hell), only a few yards away.
"Yeah, well, I had a little free time between being Danica's bitch and playing with my Easy Bake Oven," King sarcastically threw this in, backing away and checking the area for escape routes. He then looked back at Drake and almost laughed at the look on his face.
Drake had one eyebrow raised, an incredulous look adorning his face. The old styled vampire probably wasn't up to par with half of the things that had been invented in the past century or more. But the look was quickly washed away from his face as Drake stepped forward, advancing on King. The all too familiar smirk was once again in place on his face while he backed King up to a ledge of the building. King glanced over his shoulder and noticed, to his immense displeasure, it was right next to a busy street.
"So," King stalled looking instead to Drake, trying to find a weak point in his defense, "the weather we've been having; weird, huh?"
At this, Drake chuckled, the deep rolling one that went all the way through you and sent shivers in its wake. He stepped closer to King, getting only a few inches away. Drake was only an inch or so taller than King, but it was still evident. Drake's eyes flashed their yellow color and Drake leaned closer seemingly sniffing the air around King's neck.
King did the only thing he could think of in a situation like that: he kicked Drake in the groin. While it was basically ineffective and only got him to back off an inch or so, it was enough to let King slip by. He ran across the roof and jumped onto a fire escape, skipping over the steps and just using the landings. When he reached the bottom, he ran off to get out of the ally his escape had brought him to, but was stopped by a strong grip on his shoulder.
"That wasn't very nice, eh?" Drake whispered in King's ear, pulling him deeper into the shadows. King's back was pressed against his back to feel the wrought iron muscles bulging from under his clothing. As King was getting ready to open his mouth in retort, a palm was pressed against his lips, effectively cutting him off. "You won't need to speak for this."
King then began the normal human reaction and futility began to struggle against the restraint. Drake chuckled darkly again – this time against his neck – while King did so. The other hand snaked around Kings waist and pulled him close to him in an almost gentle manner. King then felt the pointed prick of fangs graze his skin. He froze at the familiar feeling. It brought back memories of the hell he went through when he was turned. The torture of either being bleed or starved nearly to death only to have some human child thrown at him to see how long he lasted before he killed the innocent for their amusement was brought back to life in that one small movement. He started shaking uncontrollably as his heartbeat escalated to an amazing speed.
He whimpered as Drake pressed into his skin harder and broke the surface, drawing blood before licking it all away like a stranded man in the desert. But it seemed that the small noise caused Drake to stop and pull back, stopping his assault. He let go of the man and walked around him to where they were facing each other. King was too wrapped up in his past to notice he was released and shut his eyes closed tightly. The once proud and sardonic hunter was reduced to a pile of quivering mush.
Drake grabbed King's chin and tilted it up. Performing the motion, King opened his eyes and stared straight into Drake's. They were no longer that vibrant yellow and were now a soft blue. Drake cocked his head to the side as though he was confused.
"What have they done to you?" Drake softly asked, as though not really registering he had spoken out loud. The grip on his chin was eased up and the thumb of the hand started to stroke King's cheek softly. They stood like that a few moments longer before King left his fear and noticed to situation.
'Oh my gosh,' King thought, nearly blushing, 'the whole dating men comment was just a joke,' King gulped, gathered as much energy as he had left, and bolted out of the embrace to ally opening. He wasn't stopped and he just kept running, seeing familiar road signs and landmarks so he could get to the hunter hide out.
It wasn't until he had successfully run into the premises and slammed his bedroom door behind him that he allowed himself to calm down. He knew he was blushing like a schoolgirl and bleeding enough to let even the most novice vampire find their base of operations. So he cleaned his heck and stuck a bandage on it before sitting on the edge of his bed and putting his head in his hands while rubbing his temples tiredly.
Well, he'd have an ass load of work to do in the morning, but King was going to bed NOW!
So he stripped of his horrendous uniform of pink and white and slipped into the warm covers of his comforter.
Meanwhile…
Drake stood in the same ally staring at the spot King had once stood at. The human had mesmerized him in his stare, making him look frightened and innocent when his attitude usually revoked the idea completely. He was amusing, that human, and Drake was in the mood for some entertainment. But first…
A drunk stumbled into the ally, taking a few steps before blowing chunks on the pavement. He steered away before crumpling in on himself and hitting his head on the black top. He was unconscious and an easy pray, not noticing Drake. So the father of vampires stepped over to the man and lifted him by his collar before biting harshly into his neck. The man briefly woke up and struggled as Drake drank an abundant amount of blood making the human go weak and lifeless in his arms.
Drake snapped his neck and left him in the ally before walking down the street and looking in the direction King had run off to. He could smell the blood he had pulled out and followed it, smirk in place.
Drake wasn't likely to do the same thing twice.
moa~
A/N: So yeah. King is having some major out of character issues, but this is all being wrote free hand on my computer. Giving me feed back and suggestions on what to do next would be really appreciative.