Motokai wondered the streets, trying not to hit or wondered into anyone on the streets. He groaned when some of the suns rays glared into his eyes, shielding his eyes from the bright sun light, the young male, leaned against a pole waiting for the light to change.
When he was convinced he'd lost Pandora, Xander darted into a shaded alleyway, his skin simmering and smoking from the sunlight. "Damnit.." he choked out, sliding down the wall he was leaned up against, and pulled his knee's to his chest.
Pandora looked around for Xander but failed to find him. He finally broke down from the pain of the sun light, he dropped to his knees and covered his head with his hands, the pain and sorrow over taking him, causing him to cry out loudly
Motokai who was down the street saw the two vampires running, in broad daylight. Seeing Pandora from the bar caused him to jump up to help the fallen vampire. "Hey! Hey! Are you alright...?" He asked, picking the vampire up and placing him in the shade of a near by building. "What are you doing out here...?"
Pandora didn't look up at his savior, just kept his head down, crying silently, is entire body shook.
Xander had prepared to run again when He heard Pandora's crying get closer, but when it stopped all of a sudden, he couldn't help but to go see what happened. Either he'd turned back, or the sun had claimed him. Hoping not to find a pile of ash as he stepped back out into the fading sunlight, Xander scanned the area, searching for the young vampire.
Pandora pulled himself shakily to his feet. "I-I have to find him...." He looked up, tears dripping from his face had turned to blood. He looked around, trying to find him, he bolted down the street, hoping he was going the right way. "Xander?!" He called out.
When he was convinced he'd lost Pandora, Xander darted into a shaded alleyway, his skin simmering and smoking from the sunlight. "Damnit.." he choked out, sliding down the wall he was leaned up against, and pulled his knee's to his chest.
Pandora looked around for Xander but failed to find him. He finally broke down from the pain of the sun light, he dropped to his knees and covered his head with his hands, the pain and sorrow over taking him, causing him to cry out loudly
Motokai who was down the street saw the two vampires running, in broad daylight. Seeing Pandora from the bar caused him to jump up to help the fallen vampire. "Hey! Hey! Are you alright...?" He asked, picking the vampire up and placing him in the shade of a near by building. "What are you doing out here...?"
Pandora didn't look up at his savior, just kept his head down, crying silently, is entire body shook.
Xander had prepared to run again when He heard Pandora's crying get closer, but when it stopped all of a sudden, he couldn't help but to go see what happened. Either he'd turned back, or the sun had claimed him. Hoping not to find a pile
Motokai watched the vampire run down the street with a confused expression his face. "I will never understand those creatures..." He muttered walking down the opposite way from Pandora.
"Damn!" Xander cursed, backing into the alley once more, and ducking behind a dumpster. He couldn't be found...there'
s no telling what would happen if he lost control. Yet, he couldn't let Pandora stay in the sunlight for much longer, so, closing his eyes, He formed an illusion of himself, appearing in front of another alley. Calling out to Pandora, it darted into the alley, rounding a corner behind the building. The way he was going, the sun would be down long before he even caught the illusion.
Pandora gasped and followed quickly. "Xander! Please! Wait!" He ran faster after the illusion. "Stop!"
The illusion merely glanced back at Pandora, before darting off again, leading him deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of buildings.
Pandora slowed to a stop, he just watched the other disappear around the corner before slowly turning around and walking back out onto the street. He walked back to wards the bar, his eyes on the ground, tears of blood streaming down his face, his arms hugging his shivering body. He reached the bar and went back into The Tip Top
When Pandora finally turned back, and disappeared back towards the bar, Xander stepped out of the alley, wincing when the sun's rays hit him once more. But instead of retreating back into the alley, he walked aimlessly down the street. "I really want some booze..." he grumbled, wiping the tears that stained his flawless face away.
Spotting Motokai, Xander instantly recognized him as the punk from the bar. "Hey, kid!" He shouted, standing in front of him instantly. "Remember me?"
"Gods, yes... You're the drunken vampire from the bar..." Motokai smacked his head slightly. "What?"
"What do you think I want?" Xander grinned, brushing his hair behind his ears.
Motokai sighed softly, kinda knowing what the vampire wants. "You wants some booze don't ya...?" His green eyes looking over at the vampire.
"Well, yes, but that wasn't what I was talking about." Xander replied gracefully. He stepped from behind the males shadow, the light burning his cheek. "Ah! Damnit all!" He cursed, covering his face and stepping back into the shadows. "I want to have some fun, but it's boring and monotonous by yourself..."
Motokai cocked a brow looking at the male. "Fun...? What type of fun are we talking about?" He place his hands into his pockets.
"Depends on what you're up for." Xander replied slyly. He gave a smile, his fangs petruding past his lips as the sun finally disappeared over the horizon.
Motokai shrugged his shoulders. "I'm up for anything... I'm bored out my mind right now. Anything sounds good..."
"Be careful what you say kid..." Xander laughed, stepping aside, with a lingering grin. "Where too? As long as it's not the bar..."
Motokai pulled his keys to his place from his pocket. "My place sound cool...?" He rose his brows.
"Lead the way." Xander's smile grew, this was too easy. He could hardly believe the kid would actually go with him, much less take him back to his house.
Motokai shrugged heading around the building that they were standing behind. "This way..." He open the door to Motokai's apartment.
Xander nodded, following the male silently.
Nirav hummed a happy tune and smiled to himself. "I'm gunna look pretty when I'm dead.." He whispered softly.
He walked to the bridge that was over a river and tied a rope to it. He changed into a blue turtle neck and blue jeans. He made a loop and put it around his neck, standing on the bridge railing.
Helios darted across the street over to Nirav. "Wait! Stop! Do not do it!" He called out, once her reached Nirav, he stood there cautiously. "Please, do not jump..."
Nirav looked back and whimpered. "I'm sorry..." He bit his lip and got ready to jump
Helios lunged forward and grabbed Nirav's feet, pulling him back onto the sidewalk. He fell backwards, pulling Nirav with him, hitting his head on the stone. He winced slightly but was relieved.
Nirav sighed softly. He got up and took the rope of his neck. "Why did you stop me...?" He helped Helios up.
Helios stood up, rubbing the back of his head. "Because I can not allow you to kill yourself. What reason would you have to even wish to do something like that?" He looked at his hand, seeing a bit of blood on it.
Nirav grabbed some bandages from his bag and wrapped Helios's head. "There. And I don't have any reason to live..."
"Thank you." Helios replied. "Why would you have no reason? There is plenty enough reasons to live."
"I hate life. It has given me nothing but pain..."
"Why do you not come with me to the cafe and we, meaning you, my friend and I, can discuss this?" Helios replied softly,
"No... I'm dying today..." Nirav growled.
"Please do not do this. I would never forgive myself if I allowed you to die today. Do you really wish to make me dislike myself for all of my life?" Helios adjusted the glasses on his thin nose.
"I don't even know you!"
"You never know you just might know me, but that is beside the point, do you really wish to cause me trauma for the rest of my life? Any how, if you jump, I will simply pull you up and cut the rope, then call the hospital and have you revived, in which will cause you to be put in a mental institution."
"Get the hell away from me..." Nirav glared at him.
"No. I will not. I will not allow you to kill yourself. I see that you do not remember me, maybe it is for the best that you do not remember me, but I will still not allow it." Helios replied.
Nirav stared at him. "Who the hell are you..."
"It does not matter, what matters is that you live. You have plenty of reasons to live. I am asking you not to do this." Helios adjusted his glasses on his face.
Nirav backed away and climbed onto the railing. "Tell me who you are and I won't... And tell me how I know you... I'll give you 10 seconds..."
Helios sighed softly and slid his glasses from his nose. "Do you remember the last time you tried this and you were put into a mental institution? Well I was there, not as a patient but as a student, I was observing the patients and trying to learn more about them. I was assigned to a patient of my own to diagnose and treat, but plans changed, after only one session I had to leave, I barely got to know my patient...you, Nirav."
Nirav stared at him. "No... That was you...?!" He growled and put the rope around his neck. "I hated you! You wouldn't leave me alone!"
"No, you do not understand, I want to help you. I am not like the other doctors, that's why I had to leave! I did not like the way they treated patients, I believe that people who are sad should be treated with kindness and love, not strapped down and forced to eat without knives. Please, do not do this." Helios stood his ground.
Nirav shivered and turned around, staring at him. He broke down crying and was about to step off the rail to walk home, but slipped and fell. He grabbed the railing and screamed. "HELP!"
Helios lunged forward, grabbing his knife and cutting the rope before pulling him up. He didn't want him to accidentally slip and hang himself. He pulled him from the railing and gently sat him down on the side walk.
Nirav shivered and sniffled on the sidewalk."Why didn't you just let me die the first time..."
"Because I do not think that any life is worth giving up." Helios gently untied the rope from his neck.
"I'm going home..." Nirav got up and picked up his bag. He started walking away.
"But I..." Helios sighed softly. "So much for that..." He turned and walked back across the street.
Nirav sobbed loudly and kept walking. He didn't have anywhere to turn to now.He sighed and hugged himself.
Helios sighed softly. "Nirav...wait..." He went to him, gently taking his hand. "Come have a cup of coffee or something and something sweet....please?"
Nirav flinched when Helios took his hand. He glared slightly. "But...I don't..." He sighed and turned. "Fine..."
"My treat." Helios replied, taking him to Cafe Douseiai
"What do you want to do tonight?" Nanao asked, landing behind his lover, his voice being the only hint he was even there. He stepped silently, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.
Griever let out a small sigh to the question. "I'm not sure, love. I just haven't been in the mood to do anything these past days." He gently stroked one cheek and kissed the other.
"I've noticed...and it worries me. What's been bothering you? Is it because I'm off working a lot?" Nanao whispered, nuzzling into the hand stroking his cheek, and smiling as he was kissed. "If that's the case, I'll just tell them I can't finish it..."
Griever shook his head. "I don't want you to do that. Finish what you have to do and don't worry about me." He gave him a small smile. "I'll be fine."
"Tell me what's bothering you, love." Nanao whispered, turning the other male around where he stood, grasping gently to his shoulders. "You can tell me anything, you know that..."
Griever sighed softly as he bowed his head, ears going back slightly. "It's just that I'm lonely when you're gone. The apartment is too quiet for my liking when you're not there."
"Then I'll quit." Nanao replied simply, smiling softly at his lover, hooking his hand gently under the other's chin and lifting his gaze to meet his own. "I'm actually quite lonely myself while I work. And constantly being hounded by other hunters for sex isn't exactly comforting..."
"But what are we going to do for money?" Grieve asked softly, giving Nanao a thoughtful look.
"I've got money put up, it should last us long enough for me to get another job around here." Nanao smiled, pressing his lips to his lover's temple softly. "Don't worry yourself...I'll handle everything."
Griever smiled softly at him. "I'll try not to, but you know how I am."
"I know, love. Just try to relax. I'll get a job at the bar or that restaurant or something. That way I'm not gone for weeks at a time." Smiling, Nanao kissed his lover once more, before pulling back, and spreading his wings. "Why don't you just go shopping, I know you have my wallet."
Griever chuckled softly and smiled. "Want me to buy something for you?"
"Get whatever you want. But if you want to get something for me, get something sexy to wear tonight." Nanao winked, fluttering his wings and taking flight.
Griever smiled happily and waved at his lover, then walked down the street.
Tokoro held Vincent's hand as they walked.
Vincent smiled softly. "So, you want to go to my house or yours?"
"Your house.I haven't tidied up my house in a week."
Vincent laughed lightly and nodded. "Okay." he grinned and walked towards a small dirt road that led into woods.
Tokoro looked around."Cool..."
Vincent chuckled. He walked down the path, making sure Tokoro was behind him. Vincent's Humble Home
Damion dashed down the street, trying to loose the bounty hunter. He didn't feel like dealing with such a thing now. He had personal issues to straighten out than to fight someone to the death. "Dammit! With all the bloody luck I have!"
Marcello appeared from Damion's shadow, sweeping the demon's legs from underneath him. "Don't bother..." He muttered softly, standing over the male, his disposition still rather innocent.
"Damn!" Damion growled, his eyes narrowing. His fangs bearing once more, his claws dug into the ground below him. "Why do you want the bounty so damn badly for!?"
"I don't do it for the bounty. High ranked murderers are the only targets I bother with. Street punks like you I hardly waste my time with, but since Nanao warned you hunters were coming, I had to intervene before you could run." Marcello replied, shadows binding the demon to the street, slowly taking his body over completely. "Now, please be the first and don't fight back, I haven't brought a bounty back alive since I started when I was sixteen...I'd really rather not kill you."
"Why should I?" Damion growled out, trying to moved his body. It seemed trapped by the shadows that seem to be controlled by the other male. His red eyes looked about the area hoping to find something to at least get him from this bounty hunter, but nothing came in sight. "Why would you want to bring me in alive...?" He asked remembering the male's last statement.
"I despise violence." Marcello replied simply, the shadows forming a cocoon around the male, and lifting him into the air.
Damion snorted, knowing he won't be able to get himself out of this one. "Fine! Have it your way!"
"Thank you...if I release you, will you try to run? If you do, I'll cut the tendons at the back of your ankles and drag you..." Marcello whispered, touching the cocoon, forcing it away.
"You have my word..." Damion groaned, rolling his eyes, catching himself when the cocoon was released from his body.
Marcello nodded, black flames burning at the tip of his fingers. Pressing the fingers to Damion's forehead, the flames burned a seal into the skin, before fading away. "Just a precaution, if you get to far from me until I release that seal, you die..."
Damion sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "I get it..." His blood red eyes lowered to the ground below.
"Good. Then come with me." Marcello replied, making his way back to the bar. the tip top
A string of curse words came from the demon as he followed the other male towards the bar.
"Griever!" Nanao shouted, flying over his lover's head and landing down in front of him. "I see you haven't gone to the mall yet. Why don't we go together, I've finished what I had to handle..."
Griever smiled softly and nodded. "Alright."
Nanao grinned, moving to his lover's side, and pressing his lips to the other's softly. "Well lead the way, love."
Griever softly kissed him back. "Alright, love." He led the way to the The Douseiai Shopping Mall.
Faran walked down the street, keeping his head bowed and his cloak close to himself.
Shade looked up at his master, then went back to watching for anyone that would try to hurt him.
Nanao walked down the street with Griever in his grasp, releasing his lover's hand only to start unbraiding his hair. "It's going to take so long for my hair to grow back..." he whined, taking the ribbon from it and putting it in his pocket.
"It will be fine, love," said Griever. He took Nanao's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Shade glanced up at the two and barked softly, catching Faran's attention.
Faran glanced up, then looked away when he noticed that they were holding hands.
Nanao sighed, shaking the last of his hair free, the fiery tresses falling past his butt, his long bangs being tucked behind his ears. "I know... but I've never had it cut... never had too..."
"I know." Griever ran a hand over his lover's hair. "I would hate to see it go, but..." He noticed the dog when it barked again. "Love? Is that one of their dogs?"
Shade growled softly at them, not liking the feeling he was getting from the two.
Faran stopped walking to look at his companion. "Shade?"
"I thought they were all wiped out along with the Rustwings..." Nanao muttered, throwing his arm out in front of Griever protectively.
Faran laid a gloved hand on top of Shade's head. "Quiet." He looked up at Nanao. "Tell me. What do you know of the Rustwing Clan?"
"It's nothing to concern yourself with, forget you saw us..." Nanao muttered, tugging Griever's hand, and moving past Faran.
"It does concern me. I want to know why my clan was wiped out for no reason by hunters." Faran turned to look at Nanao.
Griever looked back at Faran. "What does he mean? I thought the clan was wiped out by a disease."
"I don't have time to answer you... find "The Family" if you want the answers..." Nanao called back, pulling tighter on Griever's wrist. "C'mon, love we have to move..."
Griever gave one last look to Faran, before following his lover.
Faran growled softly. "Tell me where I can find them?"
"I don't have time to help you right now, I'm sorry." Nanao replied, turning a corner with his lover, and disappearing within the crowd.
Faran sighed softly and continued to walk down the street. "I just want to know why my clan was killed."
Walking from the shadows of a nearby alleyway, Marcello frowned, running up to Faran. "Did they hurt you? I sensed his power!" He muttered, looking the male over frantically for any signs of wounds.
"I'm fine, Marcello. They didn't hurt me and showed no intent on harming me." Faran started to walk again. "The younger of the two seemed confused when he learned that my clan was wiped out by hunters."
Shade gave Marcello a warning growl and followed after Faran.
"Which way did they go, Faran?" Marcello's tone was cold, his disposition changed completely.
Faran stopped and glanced back at him. "Why should I tell you?"
"Faran... I need to know..." Marcello replied calmly, walking towards him. "I'll take the information I need if I must, Faran. Don't force me to choose between you and the family..."
Faran snorted and turned away from him. "You already chose when you took that assignment and I'm sure they would want the last full-blooded member of the Rustwing clan dead."
"I have no choice Faran!"
"You did! You chose your life over theirs and the happiness you could have had with me!" Faran rubbed at his eyes.
"It's not that simple! If I did spare them, and chose you, your life would be forfeited as well as my own! Damnit why can't you see I have no other choice but to do this!?" Marcello yelled, the ground around him cracking under the pressure of his power.
"What if I was tired of living alone! What if I wanted to see my family again! Did you ever think of that?!" yelled Faran as the bulb in a nearby lamp post shattered.
Shade glanced over as a shaggy white dog with crimson eyes joined him. He nodded at the dog and turned his attention back to the two.
"You're family was irraticated because of the dog that attacked me!" Marcello screamed, covering his mouth and looking away quickly. "I-I'm sorry..." he moved back, tears streaming from his wide eyes, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth from the bite wound he'd just inflicted on his hand.
Faran stared at Marcello with wide eyes. "W-what?!" He couldn't believe it. His whole family gone because of one black dog that they didn't even own attacked Marcello. He growled loudly and glared at him. "Did it ever occur to you that that dog could have been a stray? Our black dogs wear a collar with the clan's crest on it and the clan's black dogs are always seen with their master close by," he said coldly.
"Which is why the leader had them wiped out... you see..." Marcello started, his voice shaky, and his gaze averted. "The very man that raised me... started the organization I work for now... my butler." he finished, dropping to his knees. "I had no idea at the time... he just moved me so I would be safe... one of your clan members had there guardian intentionally attack me because of my ability... because I could draw it's power into myself... and multiply it... he feared that... so attacked me discretely. The rogue was killed, and the dog slain by me..." He tossed the collar at Faran's feet, turning away once more. "I found out about it when I was entered into the family..."
Faran picked up the collar and narrowed his eyes at the named carved into the back of the crest. "I told father that killing him was better than banishing him, but he didn't listen." He tossed the collar into the alley. "Get rid of it, Conan."
The two dogs watched as the shadows retreated into the alley with a loud clank of chains.
"Your clan was obliterated... because of me..." Marcello muttered, his head held low. A loud scream resonated from him, followed by a thud as he punched the concrete, pulling back a bloodied and mangled hand. "I'm sorry Faran... If I had have known then... I would have never allowed it..."
"I want to meet the family," said Faran with a cold tone that masked the rag he was feeling.
"You have to be accepted into the family before that can happen." He replied solemnly, standing slowly, holding his injured hand tightly against his chest. "And you're too soft hearted for a combat position... so you'll have to be accepted directly like me... instead of through work. I chose to use this gift to help my family... and if I have no mission, I can decide to be non active, but I have to dispose of my targets before that can happen... so where did they go?"
Faran growl and started to walk do the street. "I won't do what you asked since you won't do what I asked." He motioned for his two dogs to follow. "Let's go, Shade, Blane."
The two dogs followed after him.
"Wait." Shadows whirled around Faran, preventing him from leaving. "I can get you into the family though..."
Faran gave a cold laugh. "You misinterpreted what I said. I don't want to join the family. I want to kill them. I want to make them pay for wiping out the third strongest daywalker clan."
Marcello's eyes widened, his gaze turning cold. "Then I'm afraid... I must kill you." He whispered, shadows swirling around him, the earth underneath him shifting and cracking from the force as his power began to magnify itself.
"Then kill me." Faran turned around and spread his arms out. "Kill the last full-blooded member of the Rustwing clan and end out legacy. Reunite me with my family."
Marcello darted towards him, his image fading in and out of view as he swayed from side to side. Lunging towards his chest with a shadow etched hand, at the last moment, he shifted, missing his target and slicing lightly into Faran's side, falling limp against him. "I-I can't..." he whispered blandly, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Faran sighed softly and wrapped his arms around Marcello. "Marcello..." He ran a hand through the younger male's hair.
Griever frowned slightly as he ran. "You could have at least told him where your organization was located."
"Didn't you notice... Marcello has touched him... the magic is still flowing through him..." Nanao replied, turning to him with a smile. "And I don't even know where it is, I took orders from several different family members... including Shadow Dancer.."
Griever nodded. "Okay, but why would he be with Shadow Dancer? It doesn't make any sense."
"I don't know, who would think the two of us would end up together?" Nanao replied softly, giving a gentle squeeze to his lover's hand. "We're almost to the apartment... there are seals around it, so he won't be able to sense us there..."
Griever smiled softly. "That's good. We'll be safe as long as we're there, right?"
"Yeah, the seals prevent anyone from using there abilities... so he'll be just a normal person there... and then we'll be on equal footing..." Nanao smiled, turning down a back alley.
Griever quickly followed. "That's bad for him since I'm a master at long and short range weapons."
"Tch, baby, I wouldn't let you anywhere near him..." Nanao muttered, protectively. "He'd have to kill me first..."
"But, Nanao. I can take care of myself and you know it," said Griever. "We fought so many times in the past and I came out without serious injuries and if I do get into trouble I can call on Midnight."
"Not in the apartment, no magic at all... not even our own." Nanao replied softly.
Griever gave him a look. "Love, I can call on Midnight even without magic. Why did you think I did all those assignments so close to our apartment and why did you think Midnight came as soon as I played his song?"
"I don't know all of what you're capable of yet, my love. But I do know, I won't allow you to get hurt. Here's the building." Nanao whispered.
Griever gave his lover a soft smile. "Once this is over we should have a sparing match and I can show you all I know."
"We will just have too see, I'll teach you much love." Nanao chuckled softly, before turning into the building, the entrance disappearing behind them.
Griever sighed softly. Glad to be off the streets and a few minutes away from home.
"Griever... go on ahead to the apartment... I'm going to place seal traps through the building..." Nanao muttered, leaning in, and kissing his lover's cheek before darting through the building, flames etching into the walls and floors with every touch before becoming completely undetectable.
Griever sighed softly and smiled as he headed up to the apartment. He stopped suddenly and searched his pockets, then groaned. "He has the keys..."
"Sorry!" The keys dropped from the air, landing in front of Griever.
"Thanks, love." Griever picked up the keys and unlocked the doors. "Just knock when you want in." He opened the door and walked into Griever's Apartment.
Marcello buried his face in Faran's chest, blood dripping down his injured hand, pooling onto the ground beside them. "I can't do anything anymore..."
"Then stop," whispered Faran. "Stop with the killing and pain."
"I'll have to meet with th family..." Marcello whispered between sobs. "B-but even if they allow me to stop... the family must not lose face, the two of them must be eliminated... and possibly... you as well..."
Faran sighed softly. "There is one way to stop all the senseless killing."
"And what would that be?" Marcello whimpered out, his voice stifled by the other's clothing.
"Taking down the family," said Faran.
"You plan on destroying everything I've ever cared about?" Marcello tore away from Faran, his gaze averted to the ground. "I can't allow that to happen... I may not be able to kill you..." A mass of dark energy began forming in his palm, forming a small blade. "But I can draw them to me to stop you..." He clenched his eyes shut, holding the blade out in front of him.
"Stop, Marcello! Think about all the innocent lives they killed! Think of all the families they've destroyed!" Faran gave him a pleading look. "My mother was seven months pregnant with my little sister when she was killed. Do you really want this madness to continue?"
"It's not my call to make." Marcello muttered, rune marks began appearing along the small blade as he drew it closer and closer to him. "I will not allow you to destroy my family..."
"If that happened, then you'll know what I've been feeling for these past eighteen years! My family was murdered by yours just because of some stupid mistake yours made. They killed them in cold blood!" Faran growled loudly at him.
"You're family was viewed as a threat to my life when your rogue attacked me. Everyone in the organization's higher ups would give there life for mine... it was formed to protect me after that incident!" He snarled out, turning his blade out towards Faran. "You're father's unwillingness to deal with his own problems lead to that abomination... there is nothing that can bring them back, but killing my family isn't the answer either!"
Faran narrowed his eyes. "Getting rid of your family is the answer! Your organization is killing demons left and right. Most of them whom only did what they did to support and protect their families from those vile and greedy humans that encroached on their territory just because they wanted the land. I hate hunters like you. Always putting their noses where it doesn't belong."
"If you hate me, then why aren't you fighting!" Marcello growled, throwing the blade into the ground, the concrete below them shifting and moving before erupting below Faran's feet with dark energy.
Faran quickly spread his rust colored wings and took to the skies with a few flaps. "I have not reason to fight against you."
"You want the family dead right? Well, I'm a member!" Marcello disappeared, reappearing from the shadow created by Faran's wings, hovering in the air behind him. "You'll have to kill me to end the family, Faran."
Faran turned around to look at him. "Marcello, if the family is killed and you're the surviving member you can end this. You can end all this bloodshed and violence."
"The only way you'll find them is either through me, or by fighting me... if I'm in danger... they'll flock to us... but you'll be overwhelmed." Marcello muttered, laying a dark hand on Faran's shoulder, pulling it away, with a gash opening up along the flesh where he touched.
Faran hissed loudly and quickly flew away from him, clutching his shoulder. "I won't be overwhelmed. My dogs will rip them apart."
"You're already overwhelmed..." Marcello whispered from behind him, doing the same to the opposite shoulder.
Faran cried out and lowered himself to the ground. He summoned the shadows to protect him from another attack while he healed himself.
The two dogs ran over to Faran and stood in front of him, growling at Marcello.
"I manipulate the shadows Faran..." Marcello whispered, strolling between the two dogs, both of them being drug into the ground by his own shadows as he passed through the barrier. Kneeling down in front of him, Marcello placed his hand on Faran's chest, the clothing he touched burning away with black flames.
Faran screamed loudly and grabbed hold of his hand, trying to pull it away. "Stop!"
Marcello leaned closer, his lips barely touching Faran's before pulling away. "You have to fight back..." he whispered, the flames slowly spreading along the vampires body. They would surely claim his life if he still refused to fight.
Faran closed his eyes and whispered something in an ancient language. When he opened his eyes again they were blood red and he summoned a black dagger and plunged it into Marcello's arm.
Marcello didn't even flinch when the blade was drove into his flesh. He merely smiled, pulling his hand away from Faran and grasping the blade, it withering away with his touch. "Good... now, I'll stop holding back." A pulse of energy resonated from him, shattering the shield around the two, and flinging Faran down the street. "I'll show you what fighting a member of the family is like..." he whispered, waving his hand, shadows ripping through the concrete, dashing with blinding speed towards Faran, another ripple forming and heading towards him each time he moved his hands.
Faran quickly stood up and waved his hand, summoning the shadows to him, but the shadows he summons quickly turned crimson. He pointed at Marcello and most of the shadows headed towards him, slicing through the shadows he sent. Two pools of black shadows formed behind him and two shaggy black dogs emerged. Both of them were larger than horses and one of them had a chain around his neck. They stood on either side of Faran.
Marcello faded from vision, reforming behind Faran with two black, rune etched swords in his grasp. Blood rained down on them as the dogs standing on either side of Faran fell to the ground in pieces. Turning to face his enemy, Marcello drove each blade towards the fleshy part of Faran's arms. He was still holding back, he never wanted to kill Faran, and still doesn't, the fight is merely to prove a point... one that he must get through to him if Faran is to live...
Faran grabbed hold of the blades and easily shattered them. He then grabbed hold of Marcello's throat. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the pieces of his dogs dissolved into the shadows.
"It's about time..." Shadows enveloped Marcello's hands, him driving one of them through Faran's torso, the other being plummeted through his shoulder. His body dicipated into shadows just after each connected, reforming behind him with a blade held to Faran's throat. "This is what fighting the family is like... except I've been holding back, Faran..." he whispered the blade disappearing from his grasp, before he backed away, shaking the blood dripping from his hands away.
Faran fell to one knee, placing a hand on his torso and quickly healing the wound. He healed the other one and stood. He summoned up two short swords. "Pathetic."
"Fine, we'll continue fighting if you wish..." Marcello whispered, taking up a unique fighting stance, black flames swirling around his hands and feet. "But enough's enough, I only used my hands then... this time I'll fight you for real..."
"As will I, Marcello." Faran said coldly.
"Good." Marcello's body exploded with the flames, wings of black energy sprouting from his back, and five coal black rings around each of his wrists.
Faran spread his wings out and the red shadows circled around him. He dipped his blade into the shadows, letting them ride up along it and into him, changing his form. The necklace with his clan's symbol changed to red and streaks of red when through his hair. He looked up at Marcello. "I have never had to fight with all of my power. You should be honored."
"I'm the weakest of the family..." Marcello whispered, hovering just behind Faran, tapping him gently on his shoulder. "Don't do this... you have to give it your everything to just keep up with me... there's no way you can win against any of them..."
"I have to do this. If I don't, then who will stop them?" asked Faran.
"They just eliminate threats, to humans, and any other species..." Marcello whispered, standing in front of Faran with his finger pressed to his forehead. "I could have killed you anytime Faran... you're powerful... but I've been hunting since I gained this power... and fighting since I was old enough to walk..."
"Define "threats", Marcello." Faran gave him a cold glare.
"Wanted criminals, rogue hunters, people that have lost control of themselves... like you're surely to do if you keep letting this anger drive you!"
Faran chuckled softly. "I say your family is the greatest threat. As the eldest son to the clan's leader I had to learn about all of the species out there. Do you know how many species have been wiped out or endangered by stupid and greedy humans that view them as threats? Many. Manticore species are at their lowest. Dragon species are just starting to come back after being nearly wiped out centuries ago. Humans nearly wiped out unicorns for their horn and the magical properties of their blood. Nagas have gone into hiding because they were hunted for their skins and as slaves and the treefolk of old are far and few." He gave him a calculating look. "Now, tell me, Marcello. Who is the real threat in this world? The non-humans or the humans?"
"Monster's wreaking havoc." Marcello replied calmly,dropping to the ground and turning away. "Be them human or not, those dangerous to the general public are a threat that must be wiped out. Having gifts isn't the problem... using them wrongly is... and that's where I intervene."
"What do you deem "dangerous to the general public?" Do you deem a pair of dragons being dangerous to a kingdom when a few knights killed the parents' young, causing the dragons to attack in rage? Do you deem it dangerous when ax men, knowing that the forest is protected by treefolk, and yet take their blades to it, bringing forth the wrath of the spirits on them and their town? We are not the threat here, Marcello." Faran pointed a finger at him. "It is your kind. You humans don't know when to leave us alone. It's already bad enough that you have to kill off the non-mythical creatures, but you're trying to kill off the mythical creatures as well."
"Enough!" A deep voice bellowed from the darkness, crimson chains bursting from the ground, coiling tightly around Faran, binding him and his magic. A well built man stepped from the alleyway that concealed him. Extremely masculine features to him, chiseled chin, slight, clean cut beard, and a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses hanging off the edge of his broad nose. "Marcello, do not quarrel with this man any longer, the two of you will be sure to draw attention if this fight persists. Either end it now, or be on your way." He ordered, pushing the sunglasses back up snuggly with his thumb. He stopped beside the platinum haired youth, Marcello, a crimson tattoo glowing at the pad of his right thumb. "Beasts in general are hazardous, but that alone doesn't deem them worthy of death, slaughtering villages, attacking people with no provocation, that is what causes us to step in. Even a dog, when it loses its mind, no matter the reason is put down, a murderer that killed a child when they weren't themselves still must be held accountable for the deed shouldn't they? It's the same principle here, nothing more, nothing less." His deep voice boomed, turning to Marcello. "Now, do what you will with this man and be on your way child, using so much of your energy has caught the attention of the entire family..."
Faran hissed loudly as he struggled against the chains. "The family should die! They should be killed like my family was killed! They should pay for the innocent lives they took and for burning down my home!"
"Then by all means..." The chains dicipated, turning to dirt and falling at Faran's feet. "Do it if you think you can." He took off his sunglasses, handing them to Marcello. "If you can kill me, the rest of the family will be yours for the taking..."
"Uncle!" Marcello stating firmly, backing down quickly when the larger man held his hand out.
Faran summoned his two blades and charged towards him, but disappeared at the last moment. He appeared behind the man and brought his swords down.
The man turned just as swiftly, his eyes never leaving Faran. But instead of blocking the blow, he allowed the blades to hit him, both of them shattering on his shoulders as they made contact. "C'mon, a member of the Rustwing clan can do better than this... your grandfather actually wounded me when we fought..." He taunted, his green eyes locked on the vampire. Moving swiftly and fluidly, his hands snaked up the lad's arms, gripping to his wrists. "I should kill you now for your insolence..." he hissed, gripping tighter onto his wrists, the bones popping out of place as his grip tightened.
"Uncle don't!" Marcello shouted, darting towards them frantically.
Faran screamed loudly and pulled, wanting him to let go. He stopped when he noticed a large shadow heading towards them with lighting fast speed out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened and he quickly knelt, just as the large dark blue wolf-like creature came out of the shadow, lunging for the man and clamping down on his shoulder.
"Ha! now it gets interesting!" He gripped even tighter on Faran, the wolf disappearing as soon as it touched him. "Eugh!" Eyes widened, he turned around to see Marcello, glaring at him from behind. "You little brat..." he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed unconscious.
Standing over his uncle, Marcello stepped back, before moving quickly over him and to Faran. "Are you ok?" He whispered, taking his arms gently to look at his wrists. "There both broken... you can heal them no?"
Faran moved his arms away, giving Marcello a loud hiss, and turned his back to him. He closed his eyes as he started to heal himself.
The shadows swirled slightly and the wolf emerged from them. He walked in between Faran and Marcello, growling loudly at the latter.
"Be gone..." Marcello whispered, waving his hand, the wolf dispersing. "Faran... I just attacked my uncle to save you... don't turn away from me..."
"I can and will," said Faran as he finished healing his wrists. He gently rubbed them. "And don't banish my clan's guardian. Fenri, come."
The wolf appeared again and trotted over to Faran, sitting in front of him.
"Fine..." Marcello whispered, standing up and turning away, waving his hand over his uncle, the seal placed on his back disappearing, and the behemoth of a man stirring to consciousness once more. "I'm sorry uncle..." he whispered stepping back, his gaze averted to the ground.
The man stood, frowning at Marcello before turning to Faran. "I see my nephew gave you time to heal, no matter, you won't escape me now... turning one of our own against us... and him no less... you'll have to be dealt with..." he whispered, the same chains as before bursting up, wrapping tightly around the wolf, absorbing what magic its body held rapidly, until it fell to dust on the ground, blown away by the breeze.
Faran sighed softly and waved his hand, saying a small chant and bringing back the wolf.
Fenri shook himself and snorted. He looked up at Faran and barked something.
Faran raised a brow. "Really?" He smirked. "Find the prince and kill those hunters."
Fenri nodded and disappeared into the shadows.
Faran glanced back at the man. "For your sake those hunters better not belong to you or you'll have the kingdom of the black wyvern after you."
"Their royal brat is the reason I'm here..." He replied abruptly, walking towards Faran, a different marking on his body beginning to glow a bright green. "That's Marcello's next mark..." he grinned, turning towards his nephew with a smile.
"But uncle... I want to be removed from field work..." Marcello muttered, turning away with a frown. "I won't take another mission... Faran is already furious with me because I belong to this hunter clan... and I've been after a mark of my own..."
"That doesn't matter, and it's none of this vampire whelp's concern. Even his grandfather would have told him that much... a truly honorable man. He died with dignity." He turned to Faran and sighed, "That's more than I can say for your brother... he tried to betray you all..."
Faran growled loudly and bared his fangs in warning. "Aki didn't betray us. He wanted a lasting bond with the Silverwing clan. Both clans agreed to this agreement and so he went to live with Abadon. Ever since that agreement the two clans had stopped fighting and we were at peace."
"He never made it to Abadon... did he, Marcello?" He asked, turning to his much smaller nephew once more. "He was killed as we approached for the raid..."
Faran shook his head. "That must have been Ake. She's my younger sister and Aki's twin. I personally escorted Aki to Abadon. Ake was supposed to be married on the day after I returned."
Suoh ran down the streets as fast as he injured body would let him. He had lost the hunters a few blocks back, but he knew he was on borrowed time. He turned the corner and stopped abruptly when he saw the group in front of him. He took a few steps back, clutching his injured arm.
Faran looked behind himself and gave him a look of concern. "Prince Suoh!" He quickly ran over to the teen and started to look over his injuries, ignoring the two hunters. He growled softly when he found a broken off piece of an arrow in his side. "Damn it."
"Marcello, kill the vampire whelp... I'll kill the prince..." He muttered, taking a few steps towards them, and vanishing, reappearing between the two and flinging Faran away. "Now then..." He turned his attention to Suoh.
Marcello sighed, dark energy resonated from his body as he moved towards Faran, vanishing as well. He reappeared, rising partially from the shadows in front of Faran, grabbing him gently. "Come with me..." he whispered pulling him down. Shadows welled up from underneath Suoh as well, dragging him under before Marcello's uncle could do anything.
Suoh whimpered and looked up at the man before him in fear.
Faran nodded. "Alright."
Marcello appeared further away with the pair of them, both Faran and Suoh. "He'll be right on top of us soon..." he whispered, snatching Suoh over to him, holding a hand gloved in shadows to his most threatening wound. "This will hurt..." he whispered, his hand passing through and gripping the arrow, pulling it out quickly, before pressing to the wound once more. "Close your eyes and relax..." he added, quickly searing the wound shut with black flames.
Suoh tightly closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, trying not to cry out in pain.
Faran watched him. "Do you know why your uncle was after Suoh?"
Marcello sighed, turning to the prince with a frown. "He murdered someone..." he whispered, backing away and turning to walk away. "I've helped you, now leave while you can Faran... take the boy with you... but just remember, next time we meet... I'll be forced to ki-" He cut short, jumping back with lightning speed when a crimson pire spurred from the ground just under him.
"Betrayed me yet again, Marcello? This time it can't be overlooked... you know the consequences...no even you are above approach..." The behemoth muttered, landing on the tip of the pire silently, and with perfect precision. "But, now isn't the time to deal with it, I'm no fool... I know my limits..." he whispered, waving his hand, his sunglasses appearing in his grasp before he slipped them on. "Good day, I'll be back my nephew... with your uncle Matthew..."
Suoh backed away, whimpering. "I-I had no choice. He was beating me for the smallest of mistakes and when I tripped he beat me, then raped me repeatedly. After he was done he told me that he would kill me if I messed up again."
Faran pulled Suoh close to himself and gently rubbed his back. "Shh... I'll make sure you won't go through that again." He looked at the two men. "Do you really want to kill someone was treated like a worthless animal? Someone that was going to die for a simple mistake?"
Marcello froze at the mention of Matthew, his gaze hardening, turning cold and distant. "Do not force me to fight him as well uncle..." He whispered,ignoring Faran completely.
"The reason doesn't matter, he killed someone, and must be held accountable, it's just that simple..." He replied, whispering away like a mirage in the desert. NO trace of him remained.
"Faran, get the kid, we have to move now..." Marcello whispered, raising a hand, dark energy spiraling in an orb in it's palm. Driving it ino the ground, the outline of a raven appeared, before it flew off down the street, covering everything in darkness.
Faran gently picked Suoh up. "Let's go, Suoh."
Suoh gasped and whimpered when he was picked up.
Chieko walked through the streets. He sighed and walked to Rainbow Ravers HQ
Hiroshima followed him quietly.
Chieko followed Hiroshima, blushing.
Hiroshima smiled and walked through the streets, seeing a nearby dojo, recognizing the symbol right off. "Hope you don't mind meeting my father..." he chuckled.
"I don't mind." Chieko smiled happily.
Hiroshima smiled but looked a little worried and walked into Hamishira Dojo.
Chieko followed and was amazed by the dojo.
Alexis walked quietly away from Theo's apartment, his brain a storm of activity. All his thoughts were racing as one, then would break apart into a million little ones. He shook his head to quiet the growing buzz of rage and sadness. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself and continued down the street.
"This spell won't last for long... it will mask my abilities... but not yours... be weary." Marcello whispered,, darting through with blinding speed.
Faran quickly followed. "I understand. We'll need to find a safe place to hide."
"There is no hiding... only evading... if we stay in one place for too long, they'll find us undoubtedly... for now, let's get back to the bar..." He muttered, turning down a back alley that was still protected by his spell.
Faran sighed loudly. "But there must be some place we can go that they won't chase after us."
Suoh snuggled close to Faran, whimpering. "I don't want to die or go back to the black market."
"That's it!" Marcello stopped suddenly, a soft smile on his face. "The black market..." he added softly, and turned towards them. "We'll use them to hide us... get ourselves captured... if just one of us can stay with Suoh, we'll all be fine..."
Suoh's eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. "I'm not going back there!"
Faran stroked Suoh's forehead. "We have to, Suoh. And it will be hard. Those merchants will try to separate us."
"Which is why, I'll be going with him Faran... unless of course, you can possess his shadow?" Marcello smiled again, motioning for Suoh to be set down. "I'll protect you, with me there, no one will be able to touch you..."
Suoh wrapped his arms around Faran's neck when he was sat down and shook his head. "I don't want to go back being treated like an animal. They kept me in a small cage and when I was put on show they forced me to change forms." He sniffled and buried his face in Faran's shirt.
Faran gently rubbed Suoh's back, trying to calm him down. "Let's give this some time. Suoh needs to be healed and he needs to calm down."
Marcello sighed, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. "Fine, but heal him quickly..."
Faran gave Marcello a small glare, then turned his attention to healing Suoh. "I'm not going to be able to heal all of them, but I'll heal the ones that need it the most. We'll probably have to head back to the bar and let him rest."
Suoh shivered and whimpered when Faran began to heal his wounds.
"I'll heal the ones you can't Faran, but we need to keep moving." Marcello whispered softly, turning away when he noticed the glare.
"If we keep on running like this he will collapse from exhaustion," said Faran as he focused his attention on healing the cuts along Suoh's hands and arms.
Suoh looked away as Faran healed him.
"Faran, if he gets too tired, one of us will carry him, but if we stay here, you'll die. My father won't let them touch me, but he can't protect the two of you... I'm only doing this for you..." Marcello growled out angrily, tired of backing down just to be pushed further.
"I appreciate your concern for me, but we need a place to stay for at least a few hours." Faran looked up at Marcello. "Suoh is in no condition to be traveling for long periods of time. The kid's a wreck both physically and emotionally." He went back to healing. "You didn't know him before this happened. He used to be stubborn, strong, and had a strong will, but now look at him."
Suoh nodded slowly. "I-it's true. I'm nothing like my former self."
"I've always been timid, but I do as the times call for, you should have learned with your age to do the same. You're not a child that needs constant pampering, you're a prince, and a wyvern. Act as your noble heritage warrants."
"You don't know what I've been through. Fearing for your life, thinking that you might not live to the next day. Being beaten to near death." Suoh took in a ragged breath and clutched his side, clenching his eyes shut in pain.
"Suoh, what's wrong," Faran asked with worry and concern in his tone.
"I can't... breathe.." Suoh covered his mouth as he started to cough violently.
Faran eyes widened when he saw the blood dripping down the male's hand. He quickly sat him down and ripped open his shirt. "Damn it!" His eyes widened when he saw all of the bruising along his torso, but he was horrified when he saw a rib in a position it clearly wasn't meant to me. "Marcello, heal him quickly. If we don't put that rib back in place and heal that punctured lung he's going to die."
"I'll try, I've never had to heal something so serious before..." Marcello muttered, kneeling in front of him, inhaling deeply. "This will be very painful..." he whispered, dragging a finger along the rib to find where it had snapped. He winced, his hand fading to a incorporeal form before passing through. Grasping the bone, he realigned it, sweat beading on his brow from using so much energy. He wouldn't even last much longer at this rate, keeping the spell up to hide them, and using two separate abilities entirely to heal Suoh, it could be a matter of seconds before he finally collapsed...
Suoh let out a loud shriek of pain as soon as his rib was touched.
Faran covered his sensitive ears and groaned.
Marcello paled visibly, his vision blurring as he pulled his hand away, having already reset the rib and sealed the wound. Swaying side to side he glanced up at Faran, smiling softly before collapsing onto the street, lying just in front of Suoh.
Faran shook his head. "Idiot." He looked over at the shadows. "Cerb, Arus, come."
Suoh's eyes widened when he saw two dogs, about the size of a large truck, emerge from the shadows. "What are they?"
Faran patted the two dogs. "They are Cerberean black dogs. Meaning that they have two or more heads, but because of a spell my father new of he could allow the two dogs to separate and join back together anytime they want." He gently picked Marcello up and carried him over to Arus. "Carry him for me."
Arus nodded and gently picked up Marcello in his mouth, holding him gently.
Cerb laid down and wagged his tail.
Faran helped Suoh onto the dog's back and sat down behind him, holding onto the chain around Cerb's neck. "Head to the bar."
Cerb nodded and ran off into the direction of The Tip Top with Arus right behind.
"Motokai...hurry up." Xander muttered, stepping out on the street, a slight grimace when a spell came flowing past him, covering everything in shadow. "M-Motokai..."
"I'm a coming..." Motokai quicken his pace, lighting a cigarette in the process. He stops seeing the sudden change to the sky and his lover's voice. He quickly wrapped and arm about the other's waist. "What the...?" His jaw dropped slightly, causing the cigarette to fall from his lips onto the ground.
"It's a spell, a powerful one too..." Xander sighed out, turning in the direction of downtown. "Somethings going on down there, we'd better stay clear for now..."
"You've got that right..." Motokai turned around, following th other male.
Nodding, Xander grabbed Motokai's hand almost instinctively, and began walking the other way. His eyes had turned crimson, his fangs elongated, and his claws becoming more and more prominent with every step. He wouldn't let anything happen to this one...he reminded him so much of his past love...nothing would happen this time.
Motokai felt the difference in his lover's body language but can't seem to read them. He knew it was dangerous out in the streets for some reason seeing how everything was in cased with a strange shadow. He gripped Xander's hand making sure that they don't get split up in any type of way.
"Where do you want to go, Motokai?" Xander asked softly, speaking with a slight lisp past his elongated fangs.
"I don't car as long as we're off the street." Motokai muttered, glancing over his shoulder. "There should be a mall not too far..." He placed his free hand into his jacket pocket. "But if you on't want to go there, I believe there's a small little club near there as well."
"That sounds good, lead the way..." He muttered, glancing around again when the spell finally withered away. He let out a sigh of relief, clutching to Motokai's hand even more when he could no longer sense the energy at all.
Motokai smiles leading Xander towards the The Douseiai Shopping Mall, not noticing that the spell had been lifted, the young adult led his lover inside the mall.
Alexis felt a small tingling in the middle of his chest but pushed it aside as he continued to wander down the street. He was angry, angry at Nick for taking advantage of Theo, he wondered if there were any contract killers in the city. He aunt certainly had the money, and she would certainly do a favor for him. He stopped abruptly and shook his head, "Damn it....I will not turn into my father...I will not use money to solve everything." He walked quietly till he started to recognize where he was, he walked along a long winding road to his Aunt Cassandras Home.
Nirav walked out into the streets. He trembled. "Maybe I should kill myself at home..." He said softly. "No... Stop it...You don't want to die.." He whispered angrily to himself. He decided to go back to the cafe.
I don't think we have the same tastes in food..." Xander muttered as they walked, lacing his fingers through Motokai's, and leaning against his shoulder. "Why don't you grab a bite...I'll wait...I wouldn't want you to see that..."
"Completely understand able." Motokai nods his head, taking a small turn down a street to a small restaurant. They were in and out in minutes, with his food. Now holding two bags, one having his food and the other with his costume he bought from the mall. Nearly home, Motokai dug in his pocket coat pocket for his keys, wondering into Motokai's apartment.
Damion landed swiftly on his feet with a thud. His red eyes looking back up at the room where he once laid then to the room were his ex lover is with another. Anger build in his form as he slowly made his way down the street. "Heh, turn of events..." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his black tresses.
A wolf, slightly larger than a normal wolf, ran down the street. His light auburn fur was caked in mud and in old and fresh blood. His red eyes darted around, expecting something to jump out of the shadows and attack him.
Damion turned a corner, not noticing that the oversize wolf was just a mere few feet away. He tripped over it, getting mud and blood all over his shirt and face. "What the hell?!" He growled out. He wasn't having a good day as it is, it just seems it was getting worser and worser. "Watch were your going- Fuck!" He groaned seeing the oversized wolf.
The wolf shakily stood up and gave him a look. He tried to walk away, but yelped when he put pressure on his right front leg.
Allowing a sigh to escape his lips, Damion wondered over to the wounded wolf. "So your injured, big guy..." He placed a gentle hand on the wolf's front leg to check on it. His red eyes widen to how bad it was. The bone could be seen clearly. "Don't worry I won't hurt you. I want to help you."
The wolf's ears went back and he gave Damion a calculating look.
"Heh... You must think I'm crazy too..." Damion pulled out an old scarf, wrapping it around the wolf's injured leg. "That should help just a little. C'mon...The least I can do is clean you and give you a full belly." He stood up looking back at the bar. One last look at his past before stepping forward into a new one, where he's alone and unhappy. Turning his sights back to the road ahead, a smile owned his lips. "Follow me if you want food and rest..." He slowly made his way down the street.
The wolf sighed loudly and limped after the demon, grumbling softly to himself.
Stopping in front of a mysterious house, Damion opened the door, holding the door open for the wounded wolf.
He limped inside the house, then looked and sniffed around, familiarizing himself with his surroundings.
Damion sighed softly, heading into the Damion's home, shutting the door softly behind himself.
Faran walked down the street with Suoh beside him. "I hope they feed us well. I know you need it and I haven't fed in a while."
Suoh nodded slowly. "I only got enough food to keep me alive."
"That won't be a problem either...I'll be free to travel between you through the shadows...and anywhere else to get what you need..."
"That's good," said Faran with a small smile.
Suoh nodded. "Yeah. I don't want to starve again."
Faran ruffled Suoh's hair. "You won't starve. We'll make sure you gain weight." He poked at his side. "You're too skinny for your own good. Even when you were living back home."
Suoh crossed his arms. "You're just as skinny as me and you haven't changed all that much."
Faran snorted. "I've gained a few pounds. It's not might fault I like to keep my figure."
"Not that it matters, but I doubt either of you will be able to gain any weight at all, most of all you, Faran. After all, your body is dead."
Faran glared at Marcello, then crossed his arms, snorting softly. "Shows what you know. If I was dead my body would be cold, but it's not and I do have a faint heartbeat. Daywalkers are in between vampires and humans. We're not truly dead, but we're not truly alive. We only need to drink blood every two or three weeks and we can survive on other foods."
Suoh stopped suddenly and looked around. "We're being followed." He looked over at an alley when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Good, that's what we want..." Marcello's voice filtered, the shadow he had possessed rippling faintly to add to the ghostly affect.
Suoh frowned and kept on walking. "I don't like it at all. I want a nice, safe, and warm place to stay. Not in some metal cage and being treated like some animal."
Faran walked beside the wyvern. "I don't like this as much as you do, but we have to."
"You always have the option to fight if you desire, but I can assure you, if we are forced to fight them, we will not win."
"I would rather not take the chance of injuring ourselves more," said Faran. "It would be better if we surrender without a fight."
Suoh sighed softly and nodded. "Alright."
"Behind you." Marcello's voice filtered through the wind. "Prepare yourselves..."
Faran wrapped an arm around Suoh's waist and summoned a small dagger.
Suoh stayed close and watched for any sudden movement.
"No, this is what we want..." Marcello whispered. Suoh's shadow writhed a bit, before outstretching into the alley towards there assailant.
Faran watched him for a moment, then sighed softly.
Tonani jumped out of the window from the back window of the bar. He ran through the streets and hide in the woods. He looked around intently. He wanted fresh blood. He saw a person walking through the trail. He grabbed the person and bit into its neck instinctively.
Anch looked around. "Tonani?!!?" He sniffed the air and smelled blood. He ran after the smell and saw him with the person. "Tonani! Stop!"
Tonani drained the human and looked up at Anch. His eyes were a bright crimson red. The blood dripped from his lips and teeth.
Anch gasped and stared at him. "T-Tonani...?"
Tonani hissed. He dropped the human to the ground and stood straight facing Anch. He licked his lips and his eyes changed back to their natural green. He blinked more lazily this time and looked around slowly. "W-what?" He looked at Anch again and his eyes had worry written throughout them. "W-what happened?"
Anch couldn't help but start crying. Tears just poured from his eyes. "You... Kill him..." He pointed at the dead human.
Tonani blinked and followed the trail that Anch's finger and pointed. He jumped back in a flash of light as he saw the human. He noticed how far he got from Anch in such a short amount of time and his eyes widened. "A-Anch." He mumbled. He gulped. Why must I be such a cursed one? He questioned himself as he fell to his knees.
Anch ran to him and pulled him into a tight hug. "Calm down... Shh... We'll get through this..." He trembled as he cried for his lover.
Tonani buried his head into Anch's shoulder. He tried keeping calm. He could smell the werewolf's blood pulsing through his veins. He tried harder and harder to maintain control. "You should have never tempted me." He growled lowly.
"You need blood, love.... Vampire's die without it...." Anch nuzzled his hair softly.
Tonani raised his head to look down at Anch into his deep eyes. "YOU still should have never tempted me. I would have gotten to it on my own." He growled fiercer. "I didn't want to hurt you and you made me!"
Anch trembled violently, terrible afraid of Tonani. "But..." He whimpered. "I just wanted to help..."
Tonani looked down at Anch and abruptly hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry I scared you."
Anch smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Don't be sorry..."
Tonani hugged Anch tighter. He than looked down at Anch. "You aren't hurt are you?"
Anch smiled and leaned up, kissing him. "I'm fine... Are you?"
Tonani nodded and stood up. "Let's go back." He said lightly as he looked across the field at the dead human laying limply on the ground. "I drained him didn't I?"
Anch got up and whimpered. "Yeah..." He held Tonani's hand and kissed it.
"This curse is taking me over...." Tonani growled at himself.
"I'll be there for you the whole way..." Anch smiled softly.
"And if I try to kill you?" Tonani's eyes were earnest yet fierce.
"Then I'll die happy knowing I love you and I tried to help." He smiled sweetly.
Tonani stood up and turned his back to Anch. "I can't do this to you....."
Anch started at him. "Leaving me will be more painful..."
Tonani shook his head. "No. At least you'll live." Tonani took a deep breath. He read up enough about vampires for petty jokes. He knows everything about himself. He closed his eyes and suddenly, he was gone.
Anch was about to grab his hand,but gasped as he disappeared."T-Tonani...No...Don't go!"He screamed and started to cry.His small form trembled violently.The young werewolf got up and started walking home.It seemed to have started to rain as he walked back to the bar.
Stopping short, Marcello manipulated the darkness within the alley, forcing the trapper out into the open. "What do you want?" His ghostly voice questioned.
Faran moved in front of Suoh, hiding him from sight. "You better answer quickly before I drain you dry, human."
Suoh glanced over at the trapper from over Faran's shoulder.
Damion whistled a happy tune as he traveled to the mall with Kira close by his side. His hands in the pockets of his leather pants that only his thumbs hung out.
Kira glanced around at the buildings and at the people. He turned his head and glanced at a group of girls that were blushing and giggling from across the street. He wrapped his arm around Damion's waist and smirked when he saw their shocked expressions.
Damion glanced down at Kira in confusion wondering what caused the male to do such a thing. But hearing the girls gasping, he smirked, pulling the male closer to him. "Let's just put on a show for them, shall we?"
Kira leaned into Damion, smirking and purring softly. "Alright."
Tonani suddenly appeared inside the mall. He looked around. He turned around and saw Damion and Kira. His eyes quickly darted from face to face.
Kira glanced over at Tonani and narrowed his eyes at him. He tightened his hold on Damion in a possessive way and gave the vampire a warning growl.
Tonani scowled back at Kira. His hands clenched tightly ready for anything.
Damion press a soft kiss on Kira's forehead, glancing over at the other male, his red eyes glaring. "Do you like what you see?" He cocked a brow, holding the wolf close to his form. An arm wrapped around the male's lean waist, the other was in Kira's white hair, caressing his scalp.
Kira relaxed as soon as Damion's fingers caressed his scalp, but he continued to watch the other male with caution.
Not wanting to wait for an answer, Damion looked down at Kira, knowing he had to get the male some cloths. "Come, Kira... We've got some shopping to do." He smiled softly, leading the way.
Kira nodded and smiled at Damion. "Of course." He followed after the other male, giving the vampire a growl as he passed.
"What was that all about? Dislike vampires, eh?" Damion chuckled, opening the door to The Douseiai Shopping Mall.
"I've had bad run-ins with them while I was traveling," said Kira as he walked in.
Tonani sighed and sat on the pathment outside the doors of the mall. He had a stern look from contimplation.
Damion smiled as they headed towards home. He spotted the vampire from earlier and quickly decided to take another route home. He didn't want to upset Kira in any way not after they had a wonderful time in the mall.
Kira yawned softly and snuggled close.
"Sleepy?" Damion glance over at Kira nearing his place.
Kira nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Well..." Damion pulled out his keys from his pocket opening the door to Damion's home. "We're home, Kira..."
"Yay..." Kira stretched his arms above his head and walked in. "Maybe later I could put on a little fashion show for you."
"Sounds good to me..." Damion followed him inside.
Stumble!