Well its up, thanks again for the reviews, my first ever, damn its exciting, Jakeroo123, Than Klesh, HalfWright, and Suicuneluvr. You people are awesome.
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Their stares held, not a whisper nor wind was a heard in the lab as Tails and Rotor just stood there, Unable to move or speak, the silence stood as vast and deep as the ocean till it was finally broken by Tails, in a voice barely above a whisper "So, what happens now?" Rotor stood and blinked a few times, it was still Tails, the person he had taught, and who always was willing to lend a hand, he couldn't dismiss a hundred good deeds for one black mark, though to say he didn't consider it would have been a false statement. He replied a saddened tone to his voice. "How long, how much has been a lie, do you really care anything for us, can you even feel." The words held an edge and Tail's felt the sting of each word like a lash, his voice shook as he spook, a mix of anger and betrayal that one would even ask him those questions, of course he cared. "You have NO RIGHT! I stayed and fought beside you every day, do you know how many times I could have betrayed, or hurt you, how many times my body cried out to, but I always held myself back, because, I DID Care for you, and still do, I lied to keep myself safe because none of you would have given me a chance if you knew the truth, no one ever does, they just chase me out and leave me alone again, so YES I do feel!" Rotor was taken aback, the words were strong, the harshest he had ever heard from the fox's mouth, he couldn't imagine what he had been through, and in that instant he felt guilt, he opened his mouth to speak but closed and instead took a step towards Tail's and did something Tail's had not expected in the slightest, he hugged him.
Tail's went stiff, expecting a knife in the back but when none came he simply hugged back and felt a lone tear drip down his face as Rotor whispered to him. "I'm sorry, I won't tell, and I'll do everything I can to help you, I wish I could have known sooner, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said." Tail's let go of the embrace and backed up a few steps, being that close to someone was always hard, and he could feel his fangs digging into his lower lip, he had been so taken aback by it all, and he felt a feeling well inside of him, hope, hope for brighter days, not just for other people with the end of Robotnik, but for him as well. For the first time, he could picture a future, not one where he had been forced to run, and it was because of Rotor, he turned to him, eyes bright but with no tears left to fall as he said his thanks. "Thanks, you….you don't know how much this means, how lonely it gets, you're a real friend, you're the reason I fight what I am, you and all the others, but now I have more reason than ever to fight, so I'll fight, thank you Rotor, just…thanks"
They stared at each other once again this time each baring the faintest of smiles, Rotor's fell away as he asked his final question, the most worrisome one of all "Where… well you know, how do you get the...blood, you don't go around biting people, do you?" Tail's laughed, just slight chuckle, as he replied "Actually I know that If I bit anyone they would probably turn, so instead I use a kit I hid when I came to Knothole, a syringe and a special mixture I can make so you don't wake up when I draw blood, it's completely safe, and no one can get infected, the problem is it takes a while to get enough blood so I have to run through most of Knothole once a month" he blurted out the statement, he was actually very impressed with his method of safely getting blood, and finally being able to share it and who he was, was a joyous revelation to him. Rotor broke him out of his mental back patting with another question, this one less serious but still important to the portly walrus. "You never had any of my blood. Right?" he asked in a light-hearted manner almost joking, but he genuinely wanted to know, he saw Tails looking at his foot twisting it about on the ground with a sheepish grin as he spoke. "Well, only a few times. No offense but your blood is kind of gross." They both laughed, each wanted to make light of the situation, and they found themselves sitting on the ground with backs to the same wall looking directly at each other. Tails knew Rotor was curious by nature, it was what made a good mechanic, so Tails let out a sigh and gave an abbreviated version of his story.
It had been about 62 years since he was born in a far off village which lay on the outskirts of Mobian civilization, a town called Dew Berry, where he had been born, it was far up North and it snowed frequently, he kept all memories of his parents carefully in his mind, they had been the best he could have hoped for, they had loved him and cared for him a great deal, until the night of his 8th birthday. The night he always remembered with a bitterer taste in his mouth, he had gone for a walk in the park, he had done it hundreds of times before, and his parents had been too busy getting his party ready they hadn't noticed him slip out, he died in that park, and he remembered every detail. The sun was setting painting a deep purple and orange bright and vivid on the corners of the horizon, the breeze had a cold edge and the few people still out resulted in a near noiseless atmosphere, so as the twin tailed child walked down amongst the grass and trees he heard a rustling in a brush and turned to face it, nothing, jumping at shadows he presumed, though he grew nervous, he continued forwards towards his favourite spot, a slightly sloping hill to lie on and watch the sunset. A voice rose up, slow and ancient, cold, and yet positively excited. "You shouldn't be out by yourself at this time of the day, you never know what could be waiting." Tails turned in a flash all his fur on end a look of fright on his face as he whirled to face the sounds origin. Nothing yet again, and then he felt it, pain, he felt the fangs slide into his neck flesh, and painful tears and a deadened yelp came to his throat but couldn't escape. He tried to move but firm cold hands caught him around the stomach and each motion caused the claws to tear deeper into his gut staining the grass a shade of crimson as he thrashed. The teeth pulled out and he sank to his knees, blood pouring out around him as he grasped at his neck, the thrashing had torn a large hole and he felt his whole body shiver as things began to blur, he tried to whisper out help, but the words were gargled behind the blood as he lay down and bleed to death amongst the grass. The figure who had done this was a Mobian, but beyond his blurring vision he couldn't tell what, all he could see was the blood that coated his fur turning it a sickly red as the monstrosity spoke "Your blood is fine, the youth are always so, alive, don't worry, you won't die, you'll be reborn stronger than any fool, so smile, I have given you a most wonderful gift, enjoy your first it is always the most enjoyable" the voice reeked of madness as he turned and left as Tails eyes fell shut blood still pooling, certain he would not wake again.
It burned, like being stung countless times, so when Tails awoke, he screamed, louder than one would think humanely possible, he looked around and found himself in a ray of light from the single window in the room, he was on a cold metal table, he felt instinct take over and threw himself out of the light and onto the equally cold tiled floor. He ran his hand on his neck, he found stitches, he looked down at his stomach and found it stitched as well, mostly concealed by his white patch of fur, he remembered what happened and let tears hit the floor as he sobbed when his hand came to rest over his chest, he realized he couldn't feel his heartbeat, the dull thud he could always feel, the beat that was his lifeline had gone quiet. He jumped up in a panic, as it hit him, he was dead, the sun hurt him, the only answer that came to him was grim, a vampire, he had been told stories and always assumed they were just that, stories, but now he was trapped in the story and didn't know what to do. He stood on shaky knees, eyes still brimming with tears as he looked back to the pristine metal table he had been laid on, he caught his reflection in it, Blood red eyes, with dark black circles under his eyes and fangs poking out even with his mouth closed. He looked at his hands, his claws were much longer and black in color, he rested a hand on his chest to look for some confirmation he was alive, that he was still him, but he got nothing but silence, he shook his head and walked for the door unsure of what to do as he walked through it carefully side steeping the beam of light. He walked down the hallway, a few saw him but were too preoccupied to notice any of his features, it was deafening to him, everything seemed so loud, and the smells, he bumped into a doorway drawn out of his haze as he opened it unsure what drew him to it, but when he opened the door he knew precisely what had drawn him, blood, the smell, the sweet smell hung heavy in the air. Bags of blood dotted the area and before he could even analyze what happened he threw himself at them and ripped into the bags with his now fully elongated fangs, it took him no more than two minutes to empty five bags as blood dripped down his chin and he quickly collected each drop with his tongue not wishing to waste a single drop. He stopped, he felt full, he stared down at himself, three lone drops of blood had escaped his attack and fallen onto his white chest fur, he realized what he had just done, realized to his full horror what he was, he felt sickened, full, and all the more sickened at feeling full. More tears feel from his eyes as he stood and tried vigorously to get off the three crimson marks, they marked him as a monster and he wanted no part of it, eventually they came off, a mix of tears and rubbing had worn them off. He stood and ran from the hospital, as fast as he could, it was faster than anyone could even follow with their eye, he was an orange blur, he walked into the nearest woods, and kept walking.
He wandered for a long time, he hunted wild game, and fed, the blood was all he needed but he ate the meat raw if for only the familiar comfort of food, he soon realized that the animal blood kept his hunger at bay, but couldn't stop it from slowly rising back to that terrible level, so when he came across a small village, he felt his stomach rumble, and he knew exactly what he was hungry for. He found a hospital and waited for night, he had grown used to his powers, the strength and he knew he would break in, get some blood, then get out, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but anytime any villager had even seen him, he felt it, the need to attack, to give in and tear at them till the blood was amongst the ground, and then lap it up. He was into the hospital with ease, and following his nose found blood storage and quickly got to work, he ripped into three bags and owned them quick, than grabbed four more to take with him, as he turned to go a noise assailed his ears, it was a scream. Logic aside he ran to the source, and found a male wolverine with brown fur pointing a gun at a nurse, he didn't think, he pounced the man with the gun in less than a heartbeat, and the wolverine lay dead on the floor, his throat ripped out and clenched in the teeth of the fox as he turned to the nurse and dropped the flesh in his mouth. "Are you okay?" She looked shocked, and horrified and she shouted, with a shrill piercing scream "HELP, Cannibal, monster, get out of HERe,HELLLPP!" the fox was heartbroken, he turned and ran, the bags of blood still in hand as more tears welled to his eyes, he tripped taking a corner to fast and burst through a door into an office.
The owner had left a book on his desk and the fox wanted desperately, to focus on anything else, so he looked at it quickly, It was a book on medical practice for students, he often found himself with nothing to do so he quickly grabbed it as he continued his dash to the exit, a wrong turn and he found himself in an operating room, come to think of it he hadn't seen the entrance being dead when he was brought in, but he knew he had to move so he quickly turned ready to leave when a small, brown bag caught his eye, it was a doctors bag, he didn't know why, his hands were already full, but he felt he should take it, so place the book in his jaws he grabbed it with his now free hand and fled quickly finding the exit and running into the night. His story then dragged on, him learning basic medicine from the book and bag, figuring out how to extract blood, developing the paralytic so the person he used it on wouldn't wake up, and finally running into a settlement, resisting the urges, trying to help and then being driven out. All the way till being found by the freedom fighters, at the end Rotor stared in disbelief, he could never imagine anyone going through such hardships, he pulled Tails into another hug, and they each let a tear fall, Tails from joy at being accepted, Rotor from empathy for someone he cared for and had been through so much, they pulled apart and stared again, this time the light from the window seemed to promise brighter days, and the sting of sunlight was welcomed.