I realised that I have been churning out more Eriol focused fics lately, so here's one for the Tomoyo fans. Also, work is starting to pile up which is ironic considering it's really my break now. I'm not sure how many more chapters I'll be able to put up before I run out of time (and inspiration).
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088. Blood
"I told you it wouldn't hurt." Tomoyo whispered as she stepped away from her prey that night. He had clumsily tried to pick her up in the bar and although his moves were far from smooth, Tomoyo found his attempts rather endearing so she allowed him to stay close to her for the rest of the night. As she sung along to a song playing in the bar that had apparently been restored from a nightclub after the war, he appeared surprised at her voice. "You sing beautifully!"
("You sing beautifully." She heard it in someone else's voice.)
When he offered to walk her home after he downed three beers and she barely touched her bloody mary, she agreed.
Adjusting his collar, she decided that the neighbourhood was safe enough that she could leave him here in the alley and he would awake in the morning safe, and remembering nothing of his activities the previous night.
Stepping out onto the main street, feeling satiated and recharged, she avoided the street lamps, not because the light would burn her or anything (sunlight was the only light that would burn her but even so, she infinitely preferred that to sparkling). Tomoyo didn't have a shadow, just like the rest of her kind, and although she thought that no one would notice, especially because the only people about at this hour were likely drunk, it was always good to be careful. She heard footsteps somewhere behind her, and she instantly stiffened because she noticed that this someone didn't have a shadow either, and his footsteps sounded way too familiar to her.
Tomoyo whirled around immediately, her body ready in fighting position, "Again Eriol? I thought you would have been sick of me by now."
Eriol smiled, his hands in his pockets, "I could never be sick of you Tomoyo."
Tomoyo rolled her eyes inwardly as she assessed her situation. Sunrise was in about half an hour, which meant she really did not have much time to waste before she had to get her ass back into her apartment or risk painful, painful burns.
"What do you want Eriol?" Tomoyo snarled as he took a step closer to her.
He stopped and stood still, a few steps away from her. His eyes, never leaving hers.
Tomoyo wondered briefly if this was another ability of his, being able to freeze her in place with just his gaze alone.
Finally, he spoke, "It's been a long time."
Tomoyo laughed, a little disbelievingly, "I believe we saw each other only last week Eriol. You seem to have an uncanny knack for finding me whenever I'm feeding."
"No," he shook his head, "I meant, it's been a long time since we've been here."
Tomoyo frowned, she liked to change her feeding places. It ensured suspicions won't be aroused. She was sure this was most definitely a new area and that she had never been here before, much less with Eriol. She looked back at the man (immortal?), in front of her, and he was watching her again. Tomoyo had lost count after the fiftieth time, but she felt, once again, that there was something that she was missing. There was something more to Eriol. There had to be an explanation why she felt like she had known him longer than she had, surely? Why she could never shake that feeling she was forgetting something?
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she decided to change the subject, "Look Eriol, it's nearly sunrise, and I would like to go back home to rest. So if we're going to fight, can we get over with it now?"
Eriol chuckled, "I suppose since I am a vampire hunter, it would be obligatory for me to at least try." And with that, he lunged at her, a blade suddenly appearing in his hand.
She dodged it gracefully, easily, (she had seem him move faster than that) and wondered again why he carried a blade when a wooden stake would be much more deadly and effective.
She had voiced this out loud to Syaoran one time, and he had only regarded her with a strange look and muttered something about Eriol always being a raving lunatic.
Tomoyo tensed again, waiting for his second strike but it never came. Eriol sheathed his blade unhurriedly as he landed on his feet a few steps from where Tomoyo had been standing (again, she thinks he might be missing on purpose).
"Well then," he stated conversationally, "I guess since we've gotten that out of the way, I shall be leaving you now Tomoyo." He tipped an imaginary hat at her and turned to walk away.
Tomoyo watched his back. Eriol was a bundle of riddles. As he went around the corner and disappeared from her view, she turned and walked in the direction of her apartment. She hated that after every encounter with Eriol, her mind was filled with more questions. She hated more, that somehow, her body and mind continued to anticipate every one.
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Lots of questions left unanswered, but I assure you that there will be a follow up, or rather, a prequel, to this up soon. Let me know if vampirehunter!Eriol intrigued you! Up next, rivernymph!Tomoyo and fisherman!Eriol make another appearance!
