Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Attraction ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Deadly Attraction, Chapter 1

396 years ago...

He walked through the streets of his hometown. Back then they weren't really streets, just smooth pathways for carriages. It was early fall and the weather was getting cooler, the night didn't help much. He shivered and wrapped his arms around his slim form. He didn't know why he was out. He was in his pajamas, walking through the streets. It was something he just didn't do.

The cool wind blew from behind, flowing up his shirt and blowing some of his forest green hair into his vision. He shivered as he walked. He must have been at the other end of town, opposite from where he lived.

His feet were bare as he walked down the dirt road, yet another peculiar thing. The night was full of them it seemed. The young man blamed it on the full moon, not that you could see it. The midnight sky was almost completely clouded over.

The boy paused in his steps as a rather large shiver ran through him, forcing him to sneeze. He rubbed his arms and continued walking towards home.

He paused again, this time in fright as he heard a whisper on the wind. He looked around trying to place a face with the voice and saw nothing. He continued to walk, this time looking around himself nervously, worried something might jump out of the shadows. Then he heard it again, this time even closer and the words clear.

"Come here, boy." It was like a hiss from a snake, shivers ran through his body and he once again searched for the voice. His lips now turning blue from the cold.

Suddenly, from one of the darkened alleys, something jumped out and pinned the boy to the ground. The boy let out a scream of fright before he was silenced as a cold hand was placed over his mouth. The boy looked at the creature above him and was surprised to see that he was human. A very beautiful human at that. He had dark eyes, deep enough to lose yourself in and he had black hair, blacker than a clear night sky. The boy shivered again, the wind getting through his thin garments, which were no better than rags, ripped and torn. When the man seemed satisfied that the boy wouldn't scream he removed his hand.

"W-What do you want?" The boy stuttered. His golden eyes were wide with fright. The man didn't answer him. The man simply stared into the boy's eyes and the boy found himself getting sleepy and his eyes began to slide shut.

Before he fell asleep entirely, he felt the man climb off him and throw him over his shoulder. Then he fell asleep.

***

"You fool, he's just a boy." Someone hissed. The boy awoke to find himself in a place he didn't recognize; he couldn't really see anything through the darkness.

"He simply looks like a boy." The man that brought the boy there said. "I've been watching him, he's twenty." The other man looked a little surprised, but hid it well. He had burgundy eyes and fiery red hair. He was taller than the other man, and more built. Still, both were pretty slim.

"I don't believe you. Besides, if you have been watching him like you said, then what is his name?" The boy detected a slight accent, foreign, not from London. It sounded...Transylvanian.

The boy himself had an accent that wasn't from his country. He was originally born in Japan but looked nothing like it. His accent wasn't that of an Englishman or even Japanese, it sounded closer to French. How? He did not know, it was just one of the many mysteries in his life.

The first man's voice was nothing special; it was the typical accent all Englishmen shared though he didn't look English...

"Why must you interrogate me? I brought him as a gift and if you don't like him then I'll just kill him myself and we can forget this whole thing." The first man said.

"You know I like to play with my toys before killing them. Have you forgotten that, Silver?" The man asked. He rubbed his temples as if suffering from a large headache. The boy couldn't see the other man's face because his back was to him. When the boy heard he was going to be killed, he immediately sat up and stared at the two men, frightened. The boy was still very young at heart. The red-haired man saw him move and stared at him. The boy scooted back in fear.

"Are you frightened?" He asked him. The boy nodded and the first man turned around to see what was going on. Then there was a movement too fast for the boy to pick up, and then the red haired man was in front of him. "What are you afraid of?" He asked, grinning at the boy. "Is it me?" He asked when the boy didn't answer. He nodded in response.

"Leave him alone, Raven. We haven't finished talking yet." Silver said. Raven sighed and with another quick movement was back in front of Silver. The boy was still shaking.

"Well, Silver? What else have we to talk about?"

"What are you saying?" Silver yelled. "We haven't finished discussing this yet!" He said. Raven leaned against the wall behind him and crossed his arms.

"What would you like me to say?" Raven asked.

"Well, for starters I'd like to know if you're going to keep him." He stated. He was rather aggravated at the other man.

"Yes, yes I'll keep the poor man. Will you tell me his name now?" He asked.

"Ask him yourself." Silver said. Then he vanished. The boy knew that there was no way either of these men, were human.

"Well how rude." Raven said, pushing himself off the wall. He walked over to the boy and knelt in front of him. "Well seeing as how this whole mess is your fault, would you mind telling me your name?" Raven asked. His tone was bored, like a child's would be after wearing out a new toy.

"M-Minoru." The boy said. Raven nodded.

"Well, Minoru. Are you indeed twenty years old?" He asked.

"N-no sir. Not just yet. I-I'm only sixteen." Minoru stuttered again, not just from the fright.

"So Silver was incorrect..." Raven pondered. "Are you cold?" Raven asked, just noticing the boy's blue lips. He nodded and Raven grabbed a blanket from the table next to him on the floor, wrapping Minoru in its warmth.

"Th-thank you." He said. He held the blanket tightly and began to rock himself.

"Something wrong?" Raven asked.

"I want to go home." Minoru whispered. Raven sighed.

"Well I'm sorry, it's not an option." Raven said. He nearly jumped in surprise when he heard Minoru start crying.

"What do you want with me anyways? I don't even know who you are!" Minoru cried out.

"Would you really like to know?" Raven asked. Minoru nodded. He didn't see the grin that covered Raven's face. Raven was quite taken with the boy to be honest, he was beautiful. He was glad Silver had brought him this little "present".

Minoru sat still as he felt Raven move the blanket and pieces of his wild hair away from his neck. Seconds later he screamed as his neck was pierced by two sharp fangs.

***

Minoru sat straight up in bed, sweating. It wasn't often that he dreamt about his past, but not something he enjoyed either. He ran a hand through his hair and climbed out of bed, stretching his body and heading to the bathroom. It was eight o'clock, not long until he had to go to school. Yes, school. He enrolled himself as a high school student for the senior year. He was looking at the younger victims, the young blood invigorating him, he never tired of it.

He brushed his teeth and got dressed, putting on his black jeans and black t-shirt, his usual attire. Unlike many stories about vampires, Minoru could go out in daylight. None of the stereotypical ways of killing vampires affected him, unfortunately for the human population. Of course, in the present day, no one believed in vampires, they were just myths. Minoru loved to hunt down those who thought him a myth and prove to them moments before their demise that yes, vampires did exist.

Chuckling quietly to himself, Minoru finished preparing for the days events. Most recently, a certain boy interested him. He wasn't planning on killing him anytime soon; he wanted to know more about him. The boy was interesting, that was the only thing that would save your life once a vampire set their sights on you.

Minoru grabbed his back pack and headed out of his apartment. He lived alone, it was better that he not get too acquainted with anyone.

Over the years, Minoru had finally returned to his home country, Japan. He loved it there, the scenery was always beautiful and he loved the language. He spoke it fluently.

He took the public bus to school, not having any transport of his own and too lazy to walk.

He arrived at school in ten minutes; it wasn't far from his house. He walked around the grounds, searching for the mortal who held his interest.

"Hey Kuro! Look out!" One of the students called. Before the young mortal named Kuro knew it, the soccer ball came flying at his head, only to be caught by Minoru. Kuro looked up from the place where he was sitting, underneath a sakura tree and stared at Minoru in amazement. Minoru threw the ball back and looked down at Kuro. Kuro had burgundy hair and navy blue eyes. His loose hair was hanging in front of his eyes as he stared up at Minoru.

"Are you okay?" Minoru asked. Kuro continued to simply stare at him. Minoru resisted the urge to grin, he knew that if he did, his fangs would be revealed, ruining his plans.

"Uh, yeah. Thank you...?" Kuro asked.

"Minoru." He answered. He held out his hand.

"I'm Kuro." Kuro introduced himself quietly, accepting Minoru's hand. He didn't know many people, though many knew him. Kuro didn't really like being with a lot of people, he preferred solitude.

"Hmm...Kuro...Are you as your name suggests?"

"What do you mean?" Kuro removed his hand, offended.

"Don't be offended, I was asking if you were really the ninth son." Minoru smiled softly, careful to keep the smile small, but sincere.

"Oh! I'm sorry; many people just make things up like that. Yes I am, I have many older brothers. Most of them are twins, that's why there are so many." Kuro said as he closed the book on his lap. "My parents tried to have a daughter, but ended up with nine sons instead." Kuro chuckled softly.

"Your poor parents." Minoru laughed lightly. He then looked at the notebook on Kuro's lap. "What's that?" Kuro looked around himself and his eyes landed on his book, he quickly wrapped it in his arms, holding it protectively against his chest.

"It's nothing." He said quickly. Kuro was known around the school for being a great writer and artist, he was envied by many, hence the reason he was so protective of his book. He was only sixteen, he reminded Minoru of himself.

"Relax; I'm not going to take it from you. I simply wanted to know what it was."

"I-I know. But it's private I...Can't let anyone see." Then Kuro got up hurriedly and headed towards the school. Minoru let him go, knowing that it would scare Kuro if he pursued. Instead, he waited for the bell and headed into the school, settling in his homeroom and waiting for the day to start.