Chapter 4: Acquiescence
Loke gripped Lucy's shoulders a bit tighter.
His veins and heart seemed to throb and hum with pain, and hunger.
He felt himself nearing Lucy's neck, his mind whirling with ways to justify what he was going to do. He forced himself to throw Lucy in the bed. The thought of hurting Lucy, and even justifying it painful and disgusting to him, but the smell of her blood seemed too deep into him.
"Loke... What's wrong? Loke...?" She said her voice frail with the sound of fear.
He could smell that to, the fear. It rolled off her in waves, and it seemed to make her scent just a bit sweeter.
He neared her throat, tongue sliding seductively over her pale flesh.
He was so close to giving in.
"Loke..." She whimpered, a blush still there, but her fear intensified. It overcame him with her sent and he kissed he neck roughly. "I'm sorry..." He said before slipping his new fangs in and tasting her blood. It was sweet with fear and he shuddered, the taste amazing on his tongue. He drank deeply, and he felt Lucy's heart flutter. She had stopped talking, her breath thick with uncomforted and pleasure...
He felt his stomach fill, but kept drinking just to taste it. To love it.
Snapping his eyes open, he harshly shoved her on her bed.
She was temporally unconscious, and the two puncture wounds on her neck bleed slightly.
He wiped his mouth, his love's crimson staining the back of his hand.
With tears in his eyes, he ran out of her house.
He had closed his door, locking it tight. He slowly brought his fingers up to his teeth. They were normal now, but slowly, he felt his fangs slid out. He slowly moved his thumb over them, cutting it open. The taste of his own blood on his tongue was revolting and he quickly spit it out, and watched as his thumb healed.
He breathed out a shuddering breath and began to sob. He had never cried so hard in his life.
He had hurt Lucy, the only girl he truly loved. He had used her as a food source.
He was a vampire. That's the only way to think it... The word was familiar on his tongue.
The day and age they lived in had many books on the subject, but all were considered fiction. Fiction, godammit. But fictional creatures didn't attack you and fictional creatures don't hurt their loves.
Loke clenched his fists tight.
Slowly, he crawled into his bed and wrapped his covers around him, even though no warmth entered him.
He slept, though his dreams were fevered and filled with dead Lucy's, and when he awoke, he had shot up out of bed, immediately moving to his bathroom and washing his face. He washed hard, but the imaginary feel of blood of his body didn't vanish.
He took a shower, scrubbing his body vigorously to get the feeling to vanish.
As he exited, it dulled but still seemed to haunt him.
Getting dressed in a green tee and a pair of jeans, Loke sat down and rubbed his temples. A headache had entered and begun to an Irish jig on his pain sensors.
Silent in his pain, he clamped his eyes shut and willed away all of his problems. He knew they would stay, his he knew. He still wished them to vanish.
A sound, very quiet a normal person would not be able to hear it reached his ears and he looked up.
Moving from where he sat, he slid stealthily across the room. The sound had been a small shifting, very slight, like a foot barely touching a carpet. Making his way to his bedroom, he looked around anxiously.
Nothing was there. Sighing, he turned away.
Then, he felt the point of a sword rest on his throat.
Shocked hazel eyes met Blue.
A voice cool, but hate filled.
"You smell like a Tainted."
Erza knocked stiffly on Lucy's door. She possessed a key to the Heartfelia household, being a long, good friend of the family. Also, because half the time Lucy's dad was not home and Lucy had trouble hearing people knock from her room on the second floor.
It was strange the house was unlocked, but Erza had shaken it off.
She was polite to knock on Lucy's bedroom door. No response.
Slowly, she let out a long breath and opened the posh door.
"Lucy...?" She called out. She saw the blonde on the bed, lying awkwardly.
"Lucy." She said walking into the room and closing the door behind her. She had expected her friend to shoot up, but nothing happened.
She placed a hand on Lucy's form. He skin was cold, and Erza panicked. She gripped her wrist, but sighed when she felt a pulse.
She shook the blonde slightly, then a bit harder.
The blonde's eyelash's fluttered.
"L-Loke?" She managed to croak out, leaning up. Pain filled her features and her hand shot up to her temples.
"Easy, I don't know what happened, but I don't think your well." Erza said, her features filled with concern.
Lucy scooted up so her back was against the wall, and Erza sat on the bed next to her.
"Do you remember what happened...?" Erza said, her eyes locking with Lucy's, who looked away. "Where's Loke?" She asked looking around.
"I don't know, but you didn't answer my question." The red head said sternly.
"I don't know..." Lucy said. "Where's Loke?"
Erza frowned. "Did he do this to you?"
"No," Lucy said, her voice giving it away. It was filled with an absurd amount of attitude that only meant Lucy was lying.
Erza grit her teeth. "I'll get that sonofabitch!" She said hopping up.
Lucy leaned forward, gripping Erza's arm. "Please... He wasn't himself... Something happened with Karen - I know I have him back from her, Erza... But then..."
"Then what?" The red head stated, voice stern.
"I can't explain it... It was like he wasn't himself."
Erza scowled, and remained silent. If Loke hurt her best friend again, there would be hell to pay.
The man holding a sword to Loke's throat seemed to have an old air about him, the way he stood, and the way he talked.
He had hip length green hair and that was glossy and well kept, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right into your soul. He wore what seemed to be high end clothes, like what a nobleman would wear.
Loke stood still, the only movement his body was making was the strained rise and fall of his chest.
"Turn around," he commanded, and the teen obliged, in fear for his life.
Loke flinched and the man brought up his sword, and brought it down. He was surprised when he wasn't dead on the floor, and breathed out in relief.
His shirt, however, didn't make it.
The back was cut open cleanly, and Loke felt a slight breeze. The man sheathed his sword, and gripped his back tightly, straining to see in the dark light.
"I could turn on a light, yanno." Loke said, hopeful. He didn't know why he was helping his attacker, but he felt a need to get on this guys good side.
"It won't work, in fact it needs to be darker." He said, looking around. There was still light coming in from the open bedroom door. "Stay here," the man hissed as he shut the door and returned to Loke.
His hands were rough on my back.
Suddenly, the dark room was filled with a deep purple glow. Loke stood mortified, looking down at his now bare chest. Branching out from where he was originally bitten were deep purple marks. They seemed to drip down his arm and back, twisting into a mosaic of dark poison.
"I've never seen someone so tainted before." He said, almost disgustedly. "How long have you been a Vampire?" he asked.
The words been a vampire struck me hard like a slap to the cheek. So it was true. I couldn't lie to myself anymore.
"Since yesterday, I think… time kinda got away from me."
The look on the man's face was dumbfounded. "Someone so young… and Tainted…"
He drew his sword again and pushed me down. "If you're not put down now, you will become the darkest monster in the history of the world." He said placing his heavy boot on my chest.
"Please!" I shouted. My thoughts were of Lucy, her beautiful smile and blonde hair. "Please.." I didn't want to die. If I died, I would never get to tell her I sorry.
"Please… Just, give me chance… I have no idea what is going on.. I was just taken… I didn't know till…"
"Till what?" the man said forcefully.
"Till Lucy…"
"You drank a human's blood…? It's to be expected… but cannot be forgiven. Your kind is what gives our race a bad name. The Tainted…" he spat the words out with extreme hate.
"I don't want this… I just want to be normal… I just want to date… I want to hold my Lucy."
The look on the man's face was strained. "Tell me, Mr. I want to date. Who was the last person you broke up with?"
I spat the name out like it was rotten. "Karen Lilica…"
The man's face loosened. "That explains it… you're the product of revenge. That does not mean I will permit you to live."
He shoved his sword deep into my gut then. The pain was intense, and I could taste it on my tongue.
Though in pain, I didn't feel myself dying.
The guy sighed, withdrawing the sword. Sheathing it, he sighed again. "Figured as much," he mumbled.
"Figured what…?" I panted out, gripping my bleeding stomach. It itched as it sizzled, most likely healing itself.
"Your immortal, it will take a lot to kill you, Karen made it that way. Part of your Taint."
I stood, then sat back down in a chair. "What's a taint?"
"Well, you're a tainted. A vampire cursed by a witch, and a powerful one at that, to stray from the path of a normal Vampire, we are quite different from the stories the human race made up, mind you." He paused to catch his breath. "The tainted are cursed to have an even more extreme thirst, and a passion to kill. Your taint is very large, also giving you Immortality."
"How can I make it go away?" Loke asked, still slightly pained.
"Kill the witch that cast it onto you." Loke's eyes narrowed in determination. "Then kill her I shall."
The man laughed. "It's not that easy. Witches are the powerhouses of the supernatural world, and you just happened to anger one of the most powerful."
Loke grit his teeth. "So what? I hurt the love of my life because of her…"
"Did you kill her?"
"I don't think so.."
The man put his hand to his chin, thinking. "Strange… in all rights and purposes you should have killed her… maybe your taint isn't as strong as I thought.
The dark purple glow gave his face an eerie look. He stuck out his hand. "My name is Freed. I would like to help you control your taint, and keep you from turning into a monster." I took his hand hesitantly. "I'm Loke… and please… I would love that." I offered him a small smile.
He smiled back.
Why Freed? He is just so amazinggggggg~! (The love goes deep.) sorry this update was late… I've been really busy. ^^; Hope you enjoyed, and feel free to review! Flame me and see where Freed puts his sword