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Chapter Five: Honing

Tidus sat with arms firmly crossed, eyes focused and narrow, one leg outstretched and the other tucked underneath the chair. Roxas, on the other hand, could hardly stop fidgeting in his seat across the kitchen table. Roxas had been staying on Tidus's couch for a few days now, and Tidus was adamant about sitting the both of them down and discussing Roxas's…predicament.

"What can you remember from that night, Roxas."

He said it more than asked.

Roxas glanced up, but quickly looked back down at the floor of the dimly lit kitchen.

"Um…well, I remember the party, and then walking home, and I run into an alley because I got lost… And it was already about eleven, maybe midnight…"

"M-hmm."

"And I can remember being jumped. There were two of them – one at the entrance, and the other was behind me… He was the one who…"

"Who got you." Tidus said calmly.

"Yes." Roxas stood up from his chair and began pacing as more memories came up. "He had these crazy eyes, Tidus – these crazy, bright blue eyes… When he stared at me, it was like… like he looked right through me."

Tidus nodded, still keeping his pensive look as he listened.

Roxas took a breath. "But I can't remember their faces… I just remember a lot of pain, but the rest is gone."

Tidus nodded, having finally taken his eyes off of the younger boy to glance around the floor in thought.

"Did you still have your satchel?"

"I left it at the hospital, I think, but yes I had it."

Tidus hummed. "Then it wasn't a mugging. Were you raped?"

Roxas cringed. "N-not that I know of…"

"Well then what the hell would their motive be…?" Tidus tapped his finger to his chin in thought. Roxas took a seat back down in the chair, rubbing absently at the four punctures on the left side of his neck.

"I do remember a woman… at the hospital."

Tidus glanced up.

"I think she gave me some… blood." He gulped. "I think that's what made my condition worse… But it gave me what I needed to escape!"

"And kill a doctor-"

"He was killing me." Roxas glared holes into the table top. "They put me through horrendous tests without telling me what they were for and they wouldn't let me go. All I had to look forward to were fluctuating pain levels, the nurses, and that fucking torture artist. For months. These wounds never healed until I escaped…"

"So, what, now you're a vampire or something?"

Roxas shook his head. "It sounds fucking nuts, but… Oh, and I can do this." Roxas bared his teeth and screwed his face into a strained look. When sharp canines popped out from Roxas's mouth, Tidus jumped out of the chair.

"Holy shit. You're a fucking vampire!" Roxas could see his brother begin to tremble. It took a little more effort to retract his fangs.

Tidus sat down shakily. "B-but you can walk outside in daytime – I've seen it!"

"I know, I know, I don't really get it either…" Roxas said tentatively, trying not to make eye contact with his older brother.

"I-I need a smoke." Tidus grabbed his jacket before shutting the door on his way out. Roxas wanted to cry. He swallowed the lump in his throat reluctantly and picked himself up out of the chair enough to follow Tidus outside.

Roxas silently sighed with relief at how dark it had gotten since they had started talking and sat next to his brother against the dirty garage door. A fresh blanket of snow had fallen the night before, making the driveway slick with black ice. Tidus took another drag before Roxas sat down next to him.

Roxas tried to stay quiet; he didn't want to get any deeper into Tidus's reestablishing bubble any more than he already was. His hands shook when he put the cigarette to his lips and inhaled.
Roxas sat with his knees to his chest and arms wrapped around them tightly, sniffing absently at the cigarette smoke. Normally the smell was enthralling, but it was more calming then anything; it also meant that Tidus was human and couldn't kick a habit like he had promised.

Roxas didn't want to say anything. He only let his arms drop to the sleet on the driveway and let his fingers draw ugly, black, misshapen doodles, trying to feel the sting of his fingers freezing, but no pain had come – even long after the first cigarette was put out another one sat on Tidus's lips and Roxas had grabbed one for himself.

"I thought you quit, Tidus…?" He finally asked nervously, barely above a whisper as he cradled the cigarette in his hand.

Tidus chuckled and looked down at him, "I didn't think you had started."

Roxas chuckled back, looking up at him from his doodles and smiled before taking another drag.

(-+-)

It wasn't like Roxas didn't care about Tidus. Tidus was his everything for the time being; his shelter, his confidant, his best friend. He felt bad for taking up his couch at night, and having to tell them he wasn't hungry when dinner came. He did their dishes when no one was home, and swept the kitchen, and even cooked dinner for them once, despite almost throwing up at the smell.

He knew he couldn't stay there for very much longer; the hospital was going to come looking for him. It was a wonder why they hadn't already busted the door down in their man-hunt.

When Tidus was at work or running errands, Selphie was there with him. He couldn't help but notice how she would look at him sometimes with a lingering stare, just after making sure that Tidus wasn't watching. Sometimes she would touch his arm for half a second longer than he would have liked.

Today marked the seventh day that Roxas had escaped the hospital. She was nice enough to wait until Tidus was gone to work to sneak up on Roxas while he was sleeping, her teeth on his neck and her hands working to get his pants off.

She undid the zipper and button of the jeans he had slept in all too quickly, and Roxas tried to fight it, he really did, but she already had him in her mouth by the time words started forming from his lips; his protests morphed into moans despite his brain screaming at him to stop.

He rocked his hips against her tongue, and tried not to scream when she bit. He didn't want to admit it, but he loved that.

He couldn't think. He rolled his hips gently against her working mouth, snapping his eyes open after she had let him go, and growled. Roxas only closed his eyes again after she had crawled on top of him and bit his lips when they kissed.

Roxas was suddenly very aware of her heartbeat when it began thumping dully in his ears. Roxas turned them over and casually pressed his lips to the exposed skin; he easily felt her blood vessels flex with each beat – the sensation made him gasp.

Selphie was a scratcher, he soon realized as she pulled his shirt up and dug deep crevices into his back with her manicured fingernails. He groaned until he felt her hands move to his hair, which she grabbed suddenly and pulled him into a bruising kiss.

Roxas ran a hand up her thigh to remove her underwear – which weren't there to begin with. Roxas felt dirty again, but he pushed the thought aside as pushed them both up and wedged himself between her legs. She gasped when he pressed against her and tossed her head back. The couch gave a groan in protest when Roxas thrust up, making Selphie moan in ecstasy and scratch along the exposed skin on his back again.

Suddenly Roxas became aware of her fluttering heartbeat. He bit his bottom lip and thrust harder, hoping to drown out the sound. The sound made his senses wild from the copper scented substance rolling around inside. He could feel blood rushing under his wandering hands and feel it caress his thighs and stomach as he rolled his hips.

He tried to shake off the overwhelming feeling of his mouth watering and his ever-nearing peak when his canines extended suddenly. He felt them pang in time with her heartbeat and had to ignore the overwhelming need to bite. He felt his tongue disobey him and run across the skin on her neck, making her shiver against him in her climax with a shuddered sigh and Roxas lost it.

He couldn't think after he felt the soft, tender flesh break under his sharpened canines and the warm life-force flowing over his tongue and slither down his throat to his growling stomach. She couldn't even scream. He felt her gasping slightly in the shock, and kept draining, even after her struggle and fingers boring holes into his shoulders from the pain. Her body was limp soon after, still gasping for air and lips sputtering in attempt to say something.

"Hey, I just forgot my..."

Roxas shuddered, spilling his seed into the empty shell and finally retracting his teeth and licking his lips.

"...wallet."

Roxas turned to the direction of the voice, half blinded from the bright light reflecting through the opened door where Tidus stood, keys not even out of the lock on the doorknob. Roxas swiped a few times at his mouth with his hands and arms to wipe off the mess. He never took his eyes off the older boy.

Tidus darted for him and threw Roxas onto the floor. He was on top of him before Roxas could recoil with his hands firmly around the younger blond's neck.

"I knew it! I knew you were fucking her – this entire time!" He growled and tightened his grip, smearing his hands into the fresh blood dribbling from the younger boy's opened mouth. Roxas flailed his arms and desperately sputtered for air and watched Tidus's eyes flash dangerously.

"And then you kill her, because," he paused as fresh tears poured down his cheeks, "you're a fucking monster! You're a murderer!"

Roxas felt his own tears form as he clawed at Tidus's hands on his neck. Tidus reeled back suddenly with a shriek and released the other blond; he fell to his side and held up his tattered hands as they dripped with blood.

Roxas was gasping when he stood up finally and watched Tidus writhe on the ground, holding his hands out in front of him. Roxas held up his own trembling hand and shuddered when he laid eyes on his elongated dark black nails.

"Tidus, I'm so…"

Tidus looked up at him from the floor as he screamed out in pain. "Get out!" He picked himself up off the floor shakily; Roxas could see the flesh on his fingers dangle and slide, even after Tidus had balled them into a fist and threw them into Roxas's jaw to send him into the wall.

"I'm calling every fucking cop in England to come and get your ass! They'll take you away and torture you until your last dying breath, do you hear me!" He went up to the phone and viciously began dialing, despite the pain that shot through his fingers.

"Tidus, don't!" Roxas straightened himself, but did not move closer to his brother.

"I've had it with you! I've had it with your excuses and your weird fucking disease! You killed my fucking girlfriend!"

"Tidus, she was nothing to you!" Roxas took one step closer, making Tidus suddenly tense and hold up a bloody hand to stop him.

"Don't you fucking move."

"But… but Tidus-"

His eyes didn't waver off of Roxas. "Yes. Roxas is here, at my apartment. I'll hold him."

"Tidus! What the fuck!"

"Better come quick – he's already killed someone and he's about to kill me." Tidus slammed the phone down and hissed in pain.

Roxas bolted for the door and was suddenly blinded by the flooding sunlight. He squinted as he ran and slipped on the snow, landing face-first into the swept street. He ignored the cuts forming on his face as he quickly picked himself up and darted down the street of the cul-de-sac.

"They'll find you!" The sound of Tidus's screaming made him cry harder. "They'll find you and kill you! Don't you ever come back!"

Roxas kept running. He kept running even though he couldn't see and his breathing was already ragged. He made a pit stop in a burger place and took refuge in the bathroom, where he cleaned himself up. He ran into a department store next door and stole a sweater – quite easily – and then he was gone.

He ran past people and through busy intersections; he ran through the city until his veins pumped acid and he couldn't catch his breath, and slowed his legs to a brisk walk. He could tell it was after noon by the way the sun was reflecting off of the snow and rubbed anxiously at his irritated eyes.

He was in the middle of some road in the suburbs that had escaped the snow plows. His legs stopped, completely drained of energy and collapsed under his weight. He crumpled into a pile of snow, his breath still coming in ragged heaves. He fisted some of the snow in his fingers, expecting to feel the searing sting from the cold. When it didn't come, Roxas screamed.

He wanted a car to come by on its merry way and splatter his guts across the pavement – it was a welcomed thought. He wanted the buzzards to pick apart his mangled flesh and the rabid dogs to chew his bones to bits.

He closed his eyes and sighed contently, welcoming the thought of death with open arms.

A/N: The Underworld movies are so. Damn. Good.

And a very special thank you to ilovecats86, my new official beta! Did you realize that this chapter was kind of easier on the eyes? Well, now you know why! :D