Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Aakaado to Aya de Tokyo ni ikimasu! ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Blahblahblah, it is time for chapitre deux! Notes from myself include... sorry for any OoCness you may experience with Alucard in this chapter! I try incredibly hard to keep him in character, but being that until a bit into the story it had been a while since I had seen anything involving Hellsing some things are a bit inaccurate. However, I’m sure you’ll forgive me. >_>

Notes from Kay: Alright, in this second chapter I had to make some changes to tie Aya into the plot of the story. For example, Aya gives his sister blood. It doesn't happen in the anime, but for all purposes of the fanfiction, it needed to be integrated - and blood does get cycled through people in a coma. Aya just happens to have a blood type very similar to Aya-Chan'a (or so he does now anyway). And on the subject of Aya's house. Now, mind you, I know Aya's house went boom, but I felt that it needed to be put into the story to allow Alucard and Aya a bit of privacy (-ahrm-). Besides, by crossover guidelines, I can technically place anything into the crammed together worlds that would aide the story line.

And that’s all. PLEASE read and review, tell us what can be better and what we can improve, all that good stuff. Oh, and enjoy as well. <3

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As they made their landing in Tokyo, he was awakened abruptly by the pilot wishing them well, and as he nodded in another thanks, he ushered Aya along out of the plane, languidly exiting the landing area and into the streets of Japan.
“Well, punk, you know where this place of yours is. Hail a taxi, walk us there, but don’t waste my time,” he murmured.

A faint brow twitched and he began to stalk off towards the back. Over his shoulder he casually tossed the sentence, "I was planning on driving, actually." It was now his turn to show Alucard around, though he wasn't excited about such a thing.
Quickly he led the Vampire along to a parking lot set aside from the airport, where his black Porsche was parked. He fished about in his pocket for his keys, pulling off his trench coat to toss in the trunk. He replaced the garment with a silk black button-up shirt, flipping the cuffs up as he unlocked the doors to the vehicle.
Aya waited for Alucard to get into the car before he pulled out of the parking lot, glancing both ways before he pulled out into the busy intersection. He was greeted by a fanfare of car horns that perhaps thought he couldn't make it across the street in such short time, and it was clear the assassin did not follow many rules of the road. He wasn't necessarily a reckless driver, and he'd yet to get into a wreck, as such he would continue driving the way he did. The drive to the flower shop was at most thirty minutes, and as he neared he merged into another lane to reach the lot next to it. The poor redhead had barely parked the car and climbed out before he was pounced on by a young ginger-haired boy.
"Aya~!" he exclaimed, hugging the less than ecstatic assassin. Before the young assassin began barraging his leader with question, bright blue eyes slid towards the other occupant of Aya's car. "Ah...?"

Unsurprised by the young man’s reckless style of driving, Alucard remained unfazed throughout the entire car ride. However, the surprise came at the end of the ride when Aya had climbed from the car, only to be attacked by some small child of some sort. Alucard kept his composure, opening the door and exiting slowly. As he strode over to the spot where the assassin had been sprung upon, he noticed how tall he was when in comparison to the boy–to both of them. Aya was closer in height to him, but he estimated about half a foot–which was somewhat of a large difference when comparing men.
And the smaller, ginger-haired boy looked nearly a foot short than him. Alucard merely smirked when he straightened himself out, his crimson eyes peeking out from his sunglasses that he had just slipped on. He simply said a “Hello,” and remained silent as he thought. What relation did the small one have to Aya, anyway? Evidently is was a close one–otherwise they would not have been hugging as they did.
He had a double-take–was the punk gay? Certainly not. Though, their relationship did seem a bit cozy for his discerning (yet his last relationship–man or woman–had been all too laissez-faire), he could not possibly judge what he did not know. He took his position as an observer–that truly was all that he had accompanied the punk for in the first place.

A child such as Omi might have been nothing but wide-eyed curiosity, but the young boy was already on the defensive. He stared up at Alucard, bright eyes turning a fierce icy blue. With a warning glance from Aya, the young boy backed down.
"Aya, you didn't tell me you were bringing someone back with you," he commented, eyes never wavering from the newcomer. Aya combed his fingers through his hair, and he shook his head.
"I wasn't intending to," he replied stiffly before dragging the questioning boy inside.
He was greeted by an onslaught of females that over-ran the shop daily, with Yohji in the center of the crowd, practicing his charm on them. The brunette (Yohji), glanced up from his work, waving as Aya and Omi entered through the door.
"Look who's home from his vacation!" he called, grinning.
Aya stepped forward, glaring into the sea of girls until they paved a path for him to get to the storage room. Yohji blinked, cocking his head to the side.
"Well, he's sure friendly, like always." No matter, the tall assassin shrugged and continued talking to the dreamy-eyed girls. Once the redhead and the blond were concealed in the storage room, Aya stripped off his shirt and ripped off the black bandage he'd created out of the bottom of his pants. Omi let out a small squeak, eyes wide.
"Who did that to you?" he asked, searching for the first aid kit and a needle.
"I did it to myself," replied the redhead simply. Omi paused, looking up at him.
"...What?"
Aya smirked, shaking his head as he apprehended the first aid utensils from the seventeen-year-old.
"I was in a tight spot, not that hurting myself got me out of for long," he explained, threading the needle.
Omi slapped his hand sharply, "You'll do a shoddy job on your own, let me." With a long suffering sigh, Aya allowed Omi to patch the injury.
"Who's your new friend?" the young assassin asked after several moments of silence.
"More like stalker. Apparently the target I was assigned to wasn't only mine. And now he's following me around while I take care of everything here." Omi bit his lip, shaking his head,
"Persia wants us to go to England for a while..."
Aya nodded, frowning grimly. "Yeah, I heard."

Curious, Alucard gradually made his way inside the flower shop, a bustle of young girls inside. He hadn’t eaten for... almost a day, now, and getting blood daily was something he had grown accustomed to. Now, one is to say that he had weaned himself from homey pleasures, but food was not a “homey pleasure” in his discrimination. It was more of a necessity. Seeing the young girls, know each and every one of them possessed fresh, hot blood pumping through their arteries caused him to loosen his collar around his neck. He began to comb his way through the sea of them, a few of them looking up at him in awe. He made sure to keep the ruby optics concealed by his shades, and his mouth closed. In daylight, risking such a thing was not something intelligent by any standards. Nor did he want to rouse up a storm of fright or confusion in the first place.
Foraging his way through the females, locking himself tightly in his own mind, he searched for Aya. Not that the punk was that difficult to find, but it was possible he had gone away with the small companion of his. He grumbled. He could nearly smell the sweet crimson fluids pumping through their young bodies. Though, thinking back, he was rather fond of the taste of Aya’s blood. It was fresh indeed, and boiling with youth and anger. Turning the search into a hunt, he scanned the room once more for the redheaded assassin, with no luck. He could not think of where they could have disappeared to.
Turning on his heel, he spotted behind him a door. Did they conceal themselves in here? Possibly. Making a quick walk over to the door, he turned the knob and flung open the door–not in anger, but perhaps for effect–spotting the young boy and Aya (who was conspicuously shirtless) embracing... perhaps? In an odd fashion. Alucard’s face twisted into a wicked smirk.
“I suppose I came at a bad time. Why, you didn’t tell me you were gay, punk! I would have feasted long ago were this the case!” he cackled.

Omi whirled around, dart gripped in his fist as the door flung open. Of course, he reconsidered that action, and hid the little weapon. Slowly Alucard's words registered in his mind and he blinked large, wide eyes at the Vampire.
"Ah? He's, not..." the blond said slowly, looking from the dark-haired man to Aya who was presently glaring daggers into Alucard.
"Aya, you're not gay, are you? I mean, Yohji and I considered it, but..." The mention of homosexuals brought Yohji curiously over to poke his head through the door, just in time to hear Omi's question.
"Trust me, Omi," Yohji advised, grinning. "Aya is as gay as they come."
The blond blinked, quickly tying off the stitches and setting down the needle. He looked from Yohji, to Alucard, and then finally to Aya.
"Is it true?" he asked curiously.
The redhead snorted, pulling his shirt back on, "My sexuality is none of your business," he replied, stepping past Alucard and Yohji. The brunette placed a hand on the red-haired assassin's shoulder, grinning wickedly.
"Last year, at a club, and you got wasted. I never knew you liked men that much," he leered, before Aya shook off his hand and stalked into the crowd of girls.
Well, that was just perfect. Both members of Weiss had been betting on which way he swung? And Yohji had proof - that was exactly why he didn't like getting drunk! What had he done?
"I'm leaving now," he announced to his co-workers, and even to Alucard who was following him around under strict orders. Impatiently he shoved the shop door open, headed back to his car. Now it was off to the hospital to donate Aya-Chan blood, and possibly receive more ridicule from that cursed Vampire, who now knew he was gay.
He'd kill Yohji for providing proof of his homosexuality.

Genuinely amused by the fact that his little joke had stirred up an entire discrepancy, Alucard follow Aya, only a few feet behind. As Aya got in the car, Alucard followed, grinning widely at him, his sharp fangs slick and shiny. He could tell the punk was quite irritated, but paid no mind as his smile turned derisive.
“So you ARE gay?” he exclaimed. “That’s wonderful! Oh, we’ll have such fun together, won’t we punk?” Alucard could easily make jokes about his sexuality.
Unlike the foolish males of the mortal world, whom, seemed insecure of their sexuality and despised being referred to as “gay,” Alucard had lived nearly six times the length of a human. In this time, he had slept with many men, and many women. Sex, for him, involved no risk–he was already dead. And while at first he was assuredly straight, at around 250-300 years he began to contemplate deeply what it would be like to make love to a man. So he had done it.
For him, it wasn’t a matter of sexuality any longer. It was a matter of who had the sweetest blood, who was the most attractive. And, at 574, he fucked whoever he felt like. He chuckled at Aya again.
“What a fool you are,” he added absent-mindedly. Certainly the assassin could possibly be fucking material, but Alucard did not hold enough respect for him to want to bother.

Aya slipped his key into the ignition, glancing at Alucard briefly.
"Whether I'm gay or not is none of your concern," he stated simply, adding after a pause, "I thought you'd already established that I was a fool yesterday." He turned his head to the window. Omi had knocked on it and was waiting expectantly for him to roll it down, and Aya did so reluctantly.
"Tell Aya-Chan hi for me, okay?" he pleaded, and the redhead nodded quietly before the blond retreated back inside.
The assassin put the car in reverse, pulling from the parking space before he switched gear and pulled out of the lot alongside of Kitty in the House. Violet eyes watched the rode as he merged and passed other cars that were decidedly going slower than he preferred. He wanted to make his visit with his sister short, and he was looking forward to returning to his house for an hour or two of sleep. It seemed that jet lag and exhaustion were finally catching up to him, and it was possible he'd fall asleep the moment his head touched a pillow.

Knowing not where they were going, the Vampire merely sat back and enjoyed the ride (as much as he could with the punk’s way of driving), oddly not in the mood for a bit of a verbal altercation.
Turning, Alucard finally decided to ask, “Where are we going?” He remembered Aya mentioning something the day before about his sister.
He considered that it is the person they were going to visit. It didn’t seem so far-fetched to him. As his eyes rested on Aya, he noticed the tired look in the punk’s violet pools and his heart-that-no-longer-beat nearly felt pity for the young man. Alucard did find it almost pitiable that at this age the punk had his mind corrupted so young. From what he saw now-a-days, children were raised on such Victorian standards.
Not, of course, as strict as the Victorian era, where women were brought into sex knowing nothing, and told merely to “lie back and think of England.” However, Alucard did not find it pitiable due to the standards he had grown up with–by the age of 20 he was most likely already shoving poles up people’s asses and burning Christian babies. Indeed, he had toned down in his older age... Of course, that said nothing for his blood lust which was still as potent as ever. He stretched his muscles. He was so hungry...

"We're going to see my sister," the redhead replied, brow twitching as a drop of water splashed on his windshield, followed by another and then several more. Within five minutes the sky had fallen open, releasing a torrential flood on fair Tokyo. The black Porsche slowed in consideration for the storm that had begun to brew. Lucky for them, the hospital was only a few minutes away.
As such, they had soon arrived, and Aya parked in front of the hospital, disengaging his keys. With this finished, he stepped out of the car, and headed for the door - he refused to wait for the Vampire to get out of the car, and left Alucard to his own devices as he disappeared through the hospital doors.
"Mr. Fujimiya! We missed you yesterday," a friendly nurse exclaimed, smiling warmly at him. So often he frequented the infirmary, he was well known by most of the doctors and nurses. "Coming to see Aya, I presume." The redhead nodded, folding the sleeve of his shirt back. "All ready to give blood? I hope you got a lot of sleep, we'll be taking a large amount today, and we don't want to fainting," she commented, handing him a clipboard to sign in on.
Aya quickly signed the name Fujimiya Ran on the board and set it down on the counter, frowning lightly. Wonderful. He's already lost blood the night before, and he'd gotten maybe an hour of sleep? He'd probably crash on the way home.

The sight of water was not pleasing to him. As Alucard stepped out of the car, he briskly followed Aya into the hospital, attempting to keep as composed as possible. Alucard did not enjoy the rain, and never truly had. Wiping the few droplets from his suit and face, he could not
keep his curiosity chained and peeked over Aya’s shoulder as he signed the name “Fujimiya Ran.” At this, he cocked an eyebrow. After the nurse had finished speaking, Alucard did not hesitate for a moment, leaning close to the ear of the assassin.
“Fujimiya Ran?” he hissed, his voice low. “That’s not your name... Now why would you put that down?” His hands gripped the assassin’s shoulders. He attempted to make it as inconspicuous as he could, but being this close to the boy’s neck, being able to smell the blood, made it difficult for him to... “be human.” With a forced breath he squeezed tightly on Aya’s shoulders. “Don’t lie to me,” he growled harshly. “Because, remember...” One of Alucard’s hands drifted to the side of the boy’s neck, rubbing it up and down slowly. “I can kill you... and it won’t have a negative consequence for me. I can always go to that small boy and ask him a few questions if you’re disposed of. And if he acts as you do? Well, the pattern will continue.” He pressed his fingers against Aya’s neck for a short moment.
“I’ll be quite full by the end,” he laughed darkly, pulling away.
Ah, he hadn't explained to Alucard the reason for the name switch. He would have to explain it to the Vampire soon, should he want to keep his blood - it was bad enough Aya got a good portion of it because of her comatose condition. The nurse glanced to Alucard for a moment, before she turned and led them down the hall. They were shuffled into a small hospital room, furnished with a heart monitor, and other such machines, along with a stiff standardized
bed that bored a sixteen year old girl, skin the tint of ivory, with a face structure much like Aya's. There was no questioning that they were related.
"No changes?" the redhead asked stiffly, still a bit bothered by Alucard's words in the hall. The nurse shook her head, "I'm afraid not, Aya is still in a stable coma. Now, if you'll just give me your arm - this won't hurt at all."
He'd heard that same line over and over again, and he'd grown numb to it, stretching out his arm to let the nurse feed a needle into it to deprive him of a bit of sweet life. Aya was unaffected by the needle in his arm, but his shoulders gradually slumped as the blood loss became a serious exhaustion on his system. Alarmed, the nurse finished quickly and removed the IV, covering it with a small stack of cotton.
"Mr. Fujimiya, are you okay?"
Aya nodded slowly, "I'm just tired," he replied, receiving a nod from the girl before she headed for the door.
"I'll give you some time alone with her," she announced, closing the door as she left the room. Violet eyes turned to the girl laying on the bed, and his mouth twitched lightly.
"I took my sister's name," he murmured after several lapses of silence. Officially he was still Ran, but to all who knew him closely, he was Aya - carrying on the memory of his sister.

A quick nod of affirmation came from the Vampire as he too stared at the girl lying on the bed. She seemed so serene, so sweetly peaceful that he simply stood in the silence, admiring the fact. Perhaps the punk was not as pathetic, as weak as he originally thought. Perhaps foolish was in the eye of the beholder. He thought of his own dedication to Integra. He seemed to have a bond with her on many levels that he was able to connect with this assassin. Seeing how the redhead gave his own blood for the young girl, and how dedicated he was despite his fatigue, allowed a small hill of appreciation for Aya to rise.
Despite his despicable attitude towards life, and his seeming hatred for all things that breathed and felt, Alucard could see that through his sister Aya lived, and experienced. A smirk crossed his face.
“It’s odd that you told me such a thing,” Alucard stated blandly. “I thought you were perhaps too stubborn to reveal anything...” and suddenly, his eyes had crossed gauze wrapped about Aya’s arm, and his mind traced back to the drawing of blood from Aya’s system.
His lust rose. He could hear the pangs for mortal essence raking at his body. He restrained himself, however. Only a bit longer and he could again suck down the sweet fluid that was blood. He did not enjoy this part of the deal–from what he could remember, blood lust was more powerful than hunger and thirst combined.
When Alucard was hungry, it took nearly all his self-control to keep from sinking his fangs in the soft neck of the nearest human. And as he looked at Aya, he felt a shiver go up his spine, aching for the young assassin’s sweet crimson nectar.
“Can we leave now?” he asked impatiently.

The redhead nodded, wavering on his feet slightly before he leaned over the bed, placing a chaste kiss to Aya-Chan's forehead. And there was the proof - the cold-eyed assassin had retained his emotions, if only around his sleeping sister. They were there, and real, and was that even a small smile on his face as he bid her a quiet farewell. The hospital visit ended with Aya tossing the gauze into the trash when he was sure the blood had clotted efficiently.
Aya signed out of the hospital quickly, and strode through the front doors, considerably slower than he had before. It was evident that these two days were taking their toll on the strong assassin, and he scarcely noticed the rain pounding down on him as he headed back to his automobile. He unlocked the doors and slipped inside, sitting down behind the wheel gratefully. His legs were singing a solemn warning, informing him that they would have given way beneath him if he had continued using them.
Consequently, as he reentered the Porsche and shut the door, his head fell forward, crashing solidly with the wheel as he promptly passed out. Granted, it was nicer than having his head slammed into a brick wall, but the impact would proudly result in a headache. It seemed Alucard and Aya would be going no where, lest the Vampire knew how to drive and was willing to do so while the redhead was unconscious.

Time was taken while following Aya, Alucard bidding the sleeping girl a silent farewell before strolling behind the assassin. In a contemplative state, he too scarcely noticed the rain falling on him–even though he hated it. He watched Aya enter the car and saw his head hit the wheel, but had no immediate reaction. He merely continued along, knowing full well that he would have to drive the car. He stood at the driver’s door, his eyes dull and glazed as he opened the door and pushed Aya over to the passenger seat unceremoniously. The Vampire merely gave the redhead a small glance as he put the car in gear. He hesitated stepping the gas pedal. He thought back–where was he going? The flower shop? His friends were there. Surely they’d know what to do with the boy.
So, sighing, he hit the gas pedal and began to drive. Of course, he had learned this when cars had first came out–it was exciting for the entire world, especially one who had lived as long as him. For all their faults, he had to give the humans credit–after all, was once one. So long ago. He remembered the route well, and smiled to himself as he realised he drove better than Aya did. Alucard could not get Aya’s expression of emotion to flee from his mind. It had certainly changed his outlook on the punk. Perhaps making such judgements was not such an intelligent thing to do when not knowing about the redhead. Soon, they had arrived and Alucard plucked the keys from the ignition, and grabbed Aya, flinging him over his shoulder as he had down before. When he walked through the flower shop, he held up the keys.
“Someone take these,” he said loudly, and added, “Oh, and this punk, too.” He shrugged the shoulder slightly, smirking.

The flower shop had become scarce of girls, for they'd all gone to purchase tickets for some concert. The two assassins working the shop glanced up, blinking. However, they were not alone. A single buxom redhead was seated by the counter with them, and had been speaking with them quietly prior to Alucard's arrival. She turned her head slightly, face framed by thick curls.
"I'm starting to wonder when Aya is going to learn to take care of himself," she commented, briskly, standing up. She was dressed in a thigh length red skirt, accompanied with a cream-colored blouse and a suit jacket to match her skirt. And if that wasn't enough, red pumps and fishnet stockings finished off the perfect picture of a temptress secretary. Yohji took from his chair, walking over to the Vampire to take the redhead from him.
With a sigh, Omi shook his head.
"He went and gave Aya-Chan blood, even though he already lost a lot," he explained to Manx, who gave a nod of recognition.
"That makes a lot of sense. He can be the epitome of selflessness at the most inopportune times." Aqua eyes slid to Alucard, mirrored and calculating him. "You must be the one out to make Aya lose his job, hm?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side. "I'm Manx, and it's a pleasure to meet you, no matter that you tried to kill one of my best workers."
Omi and Yohji listened to Manx offhandedly, setting Aya down against the wall to rest as they tried to rouse him from unconsciousness.

“Don’t wake him up,” Alucard commanded darkly, referring to the efforts to rouse Aya from his sleep.
“He’ll come around eventually, but for now I’m sure he’d prefer if he slept. In anycase, I had no intention of killing him, though I admit it’s been a prospect I’ve considered. However, it would be a bit of a hindrance to my affairs here, though not one so large that I’d be completely inhibited,” he spoke, eyes not once disconnecting from Manx’s.
Alucard was unable to suppress a toothy grin at the thought of killing Aya–that is, taking his blood from him. His respect for the boy had grown, and as such, so had his hunger. He longed for a good drink of fresh blood. Even medical blood would suffice. He shifted uncomfortably, attempting to get his mind off the hunger.
“And, for the record, I go by the name Alucard. Though I have been known to be referred to as a “monster,” but this is only by dogs,” he stated. He knew they would certainly not understand him, but he was not bothered, and only smiled. Slowly, he approached Manx, and asked her coolly, “Does everyone here have a sworn vow, or would you mind telling me exactly what the business of your organization is?”

"Omi, lock the doors and shut down shop," Manx ordered, voice crisp and commanding. The young assassin jumped up, pace quick to do as Manx had told him.
"Now, let's go into the back, shall we?" she queried, gesturing for Yohji to bring Aya with him as she stepped into the back room of the flower shop. "As a matter of fact, we have all sworn a vow to keep our organization a secret, though at Aya's request, our leader has allowed for us to ignore it just this once, As you know, secret organizations are as such for a reason." The crimson-haired female sat down on a nearby table, crossing her legs as she tilted her head to the side.
"As you know, Aya works in the business of killing, though he refers to it simply as murder - not that the word bothers him much." She glanced to Omi and Yohji, who now leaned against the walls, next to a resting Aya. "These three - Omi, Yohji, and Aya - are an elitist group of assassins, working under an organization called Kritiker. They are called the White Cross, or simply Weiss. Kritiker deals in the assassinations of corrupted political figures, and generally it is exclusive to Japan, but recently Omi and Aya were sent to England and Germany to take out two targets."
She would leave the conspiracy theories to when Aya took the Vampire to meet with Persia. She need tell only the basics.

Nodding, Alucard only had to say, “I see.”
For a moment he wondered why his Master was not accompanying him–she was much better with dealing these types of discussions than he was. However, he knew she had much more important things to do–such as being the head of an important organization and controlling things there–than to be with him and discuss the political implications of this and that and, oh, that thing too. However, he quickly remembered the first thing that Aya had asked him, and considered that they did not know of whence he came, and decided to explain.
“Now, I do not assume that you know why it is integral that I be here. The man assigned to Aya was a FREAK, a synthetic vampire. These phony creatures are modified by the use of a FREAK chip. As for myself–I am the secret weapon of the organization that eradicates such disgusting embarrassments to vampires. I am a vampire myself, but, I am pure, and not simply created by humans. For my own reasons, I work for Hellsing, and we dispose of all the unholy creatures that walk the Earth. If there were to be another organization that found out about us and was attempting to destroy us, we would be forced to destroy them. However... this is pleasingly not the case. And I am now also going to assume that is all you need to know, unless you feel there is something else that needs to be discussed? If not, kindly point me in the direction of fresh blood.”

"I'm afraid, that's not all there is to be discussed, but I will save that for when Aya has awoken and taken you to see Persia, who runs Kritiker. There is much to be worked out and decided, though it is already clear that Weiss will be taking leave to England for an undetermined amount of time." She arched a slender brow, before shaking her head. "And forgive me that I'm hardly surprised at Vampires and such things, I've seen a good many strange things."
But now, where could they tell him to go for fresh blood? "Your best move would be going back to the hospital. They circulate the blood in Aya's sister. No doubt they have the blood they removed still there, since it will be injected back into her. Of course, if you take that, Aya will be forced to give more blood, and from judging how pale his is, I'm guessing he can't lose much more. So, truly, your best choice is probably Yohji. He has no self modesty, but his blood is probably poisoned from too much smoke and alcohol."
Yohji sputtered, "Excuse me?! You're just going to hand me off to some stranger Aya brought home?" Manx shrugged, sliding off of the table.
"Why not? Aya stabbed himself and gave him blood, I think you should only follow in your leaders footsteps," she commented coolly, nodding her head. "Now, I must get back to business, I've taken a long enough break. Let Aya know that I've spoken with his friend," she added, headed for the door. "And he can take a bit of time to regenerate his strength before he comes into headquarters. It wouldn't be very stately if one of our best assassins came dragging in looking like Hell worn over."




Taking the blood from Aya’s sister was not the move that Alucard preferred, seeing the redheaded assassin in a terribly weakened state already. Eyeing Yohji, Alucard shrugged and smirked.
“What, am I scary?” he whimpered, mocking Yohji’s surprise, and of course, grinning broadly. He slowly got up from the table, sauntering over to the brunette. “Just relax,” he whispered, and grabbed the man up tightly in his arms, roughly forcing his head back with his hand.
With care, he sunk his fangs deep into Yohji’s shoulder, not wanting to kill the young man, of course. As the liquid flowed into his mouth in a steady stream, Alucard restrained from digging his teeth deeper, from ripping the skin and forcing his tongue in the holes to yield more blood. Yohji’s blood was indeed tainted with alcohol, and the Vampire could almost taste the nicotine. He squinted his eyes at the bitter taste–it was no where near as sweet as Aya’s. He merely drank all he could bear–not much–and shoved the brunette away.
“Your blood is disgusting,” he spat angrily. “And I have had awful-tasting blood, too.” He shuddered from head to toe and shot Yohji a look of derision. “The punk’s was sweeter,” he murmured. However, now that he had tasted blood, he desired to be satisfied. His gaze turned to Omi. “What about you, little one?” he muttered. “I’m sure you taste fine.” Alucard’s eyes turned from scornful to nearly insane within seconds.

Omi had five darts poised between his fingers in seconds.
"No way," he retorted, optics take in the crazed look. He glanced to Yohji, who was nursing his neck and glaring at Alucard.
"Manx warned you," the brunette growled, before turning to Aya as he shifted slightly, a groan escaping his lips. Violet eyes began to reappear beneath the ashen lids, and he struggled to stand up. Omi hurried to Aya's side, darts still gleaming dangerously as he checked the redhead's pulse.
Slowly, the blue-eyed boy leveled Alucard with a stony glare.
"Why don't you take Aya to his house, he needs a bed to rest in," he suggested, tossing Aya's arm over his shoulder as he helped the older assassin stand weakly.
"Omi..." the redhead muttered slowly, catching the blond's attention.
"Yes Aya?" The leader of Weiss was silent for a few long moments, staring hard into Omi eyes, and his lips twitched aver so slightly.
"You're stabbing me with darts," Aya emphasized, brows furrowed.
Omi blinking, before realizing his mistake and he quickly drew back, "I'm so sorry, Aya!" he cried.
At least his shirt had been in the way, and those particular darts were thin and unable to do much damage when they weren't forced all the way in - Aya had only been prodded by the tips, but it was enough for him to want to complain about it in his current state.

Forcing a sigh, Alucard grabbed Aya’s hand and led him quickly out the door, not giving thought to his weakened state now that he was infuriated from not getting his blood. Thousands of thoughts flew through his mind. ‘How dare they?! Damn, I am hungry. Aya’s house? We would have privacy there. And if a murder was committed, no one would know and I would now have
the rest of Weiss to go to. God, I am hungry!’ He looked over at the redhead, his skin pale and eyes dull, but his hunger rose simply thinking about the sweet, fiery taste of Aya’s blood! He still had the keys, but had left the door unlocked. He flung open the car door and shoved Aya inside from the passenger seat.
He sat down and inserted the keys into the ignition, slamming the door and putting the car in gear before driving his foot into the gas pedal. As they sped off, Alucard whipped his head around, his inky hair obscuring an eye.
“Where is your house?” he shouted, then quickly turning his attention back to the road. He didn’t care if he was going the wrong way. He merely wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Any wrong turns would be compensated for in speed. Alucard, sadly, could not recall the last time he had been so insanely thirsty for blood. Normally, it was a strong desire, but never anything that drove him to become this enraged, this haphazard.
If he needed to breathe, he certainly would be doing it deeply.

"Let's not destroy my car, it's expensive," Aya grumbled, laying against the seat heavily. Now why did Alucard have to drag him out of the flower shop in such a violent manner?
That just wasn't nice at all. He eyes shifted to the road and he indicated that the Vampire should turn right and then left once he'd passed one cross-street. His house wasn't hard to distinguish, being that it was at the end of the road and back of the house was surrounded with a forest of trees.
The house was fair in size and structure, but perhaps the storm still raging revealed that the abode held a cold and forbidding secret within it. Just stepping on the property made a person feel as if they were stepping on unstable ground, that had been undeniably sinned upon. The murder of an innocent family had been the crime, but now a murderer by his own regard now resided within the home he had been raised in primly and properly, under strict yet loving parents.

As he stepped out, Alucard regarded the house quickly, shrugging off the rain as he pulled Aya out from the driver’s seat, gripping his arm tightly with a complete disregard for the fact that his strength was much more of that of an average man’s. He dragged the young man to the door before fumbling with the keys to the car, searching for the key to the house.
The first one? No.
Second one? No.
He inserted the third key and turned the knob, and the door gave way. He moved forward, drawing Aya close behind. As he closed the door quickly behind him and threw the keys on the closest surface, he merely eyed Aya angrily.
“Go to sleep, or whatever you had to do,” he demanded, and turned away, rubbing his forehead. It was a rather nice house, now that he was in a reposed state and able to think. However, he couldn’t get the thought of driving his fangs into Aya’s neck out of his mind, the thought of the boy screaming as Alucard sucked his life from him drove him mad with bloodlust. That little taste of disgusting blood simply was not satisfactory, and although he knew that he would be heading home soon, he still couldn’t help the void within him that, with each passing hour, grew larger and larger.

Aya merely walked past Alucard, into the foyer that was decorated beautifully by a woman's touch - no doubt his mother's, or Aya-chan's. Pictures furnished the pastel walls, each telling the story of a family as it grew. Pictures of Aya the day he was born, and of when Aya-Chan was born, along with family photos. The pictures led into his teenage years, about around the time his family had perished in misfortune. The violet eyes barely glanced at the images hanging from the walls, as the assassin turned down another hall, entering a room to his immediate right.
Aya's room was not as dark as one might expect it to be. The walls were painted a soft shade of white, a window positioned just above his bed to allow sunlight to pour into the room in the morning. Granted, now it was dark and cold outside, throwing greyed shadows over his silk white linens and walls.
Quickly he shucked his clothing, as was his habit and he had seemed to forget his guest in his zombie-d state. Tiredly, he slipped beneath the covers, nestling his head into the fluff of pillows at the headboard. Without exaggeration, he was asleep within moments, and for the time it seemed to be quite a peaceful slumber. So peaceful, that as he rolled over to face the door, his sheet slipped from his usually clenched fist to rest about his waist.

‘Punk,’ Alucard scoffed inwardly as Aya walked past him. He sat down and slammed his head against the nearest wall, attempting to force lucid thoughts into his mind. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. He pit his lip in unknown anxiety. The constant thoughts of taking Aya and swallowing near every drop of blood he had were beginning to consume him. And he could not understand why. True, it could be due to the delicious, sweet, raging taste of Aya’s crimson essence, but he was assured it was more than such. He ruminated, his head against the wall and eyes closed. He admitted to himself that he found the redhead quite attractive.
Incredibly so, in fact. The cold stubbornness in the punk’s violet pools were probably one of the more alluring qualities about him. Alucard also could not help but admire the deep, rich red of the assassin’s hair, with shades of brown in it they were nearly black. And the slender, toned body. Yes, he was certainly attractive. The Vampire also admired the similarities between Aya and himself. Their dedication to people important to them. If Alucard did not know better, he could say that Aya-Chan was Aya’s Master. And as he looked up, he realised that nearly an hour had passed and his body ached more than ever. The shivers of hunger ran up his spine.
He stood slowly, and followed the punk’s path that he had most certainly taken to his room. Admiring the decorations that adorned the walls for only a short moment, taking an immediate right. He noticed the door was opened, and facing it, the punk himself, covered only by a thin white sheet. ‘Oh, he’s simply asking for it,’ he thought to himself, his mind dark. He moved forward without thinking, entering the room and found himself kneeling near Aya, admiring the boy’s naked form.
“Wake up...” he whispered, grinning widely, his eyes wild with lust. ‘Though it would be fun to take you by force...’ However, he did not want to immediately to place his mouth on the boy’s neck and “dig in,” as that could cause struggle–and, consequently, possible death.

At first Aya seemed reluctant to stir, fearing that if his eyes opened he would be awake for good. Then again... There was voice, bidding him rise. Why did he suddenly feel uncomfortable that someone was watching him sleep? What did he do in sleep that seemed too private to have someone intruding upon it? The thought was just out of mind's reach, and his brows furrowed as he pondered it in a half-dazed state.
The violet eyes snapped open as the answer filled him dreadfully, and he scrambled to sit up, pulling the sheets up around him to hide his naked physique. A bit of color had returned to his skin, and more so to his finely chiseled face. Was that a flush lighting his cheeks aflame? A good deal of his strength also seemed to have returned to him, and he leveled Alucard with a cold glare. Great, the Vampire wasn't only sadistic, he was a pervert that liked watching people sleep? In the nude no less!
"What do you want?" he gritted out between clenched teeth.
Poor, poor Aya. He had no where to dive for safety from that amber stare that had no doubt seen most of him now. Let's not forget to mention that his sheets were made of silk and draped just so on his body to hint at every curve and muscle. Oh, and what was the waking reflex men experienced? Aya had considered it a hassle before, but now it was becoming a nightmare.

“You’re such a fool,” was all Alucard could muster before he was engulfed with lust, both blood and sexual.
After noticing the erection that was clearly outline by the silken sheets, Alucard simply could not restrain himself. The punk was all too willing. If one were not, it would be an immediate demand to leave. But no, the young man had instead asked Alucard what he desired, and he would certainly find out. The delayed reaction only allowed Alucard time to climb up and force the assassin against the wall by the shoulders, the rubies that were his eyes glowing with desire. He pressed his lips against Aya’s neck, a gentle caress, and he dragged them slowly up the soft skin, his tongue lightly pressing against the flesh.
He slid up to Aya’s jaw line, pulled away, nuzzling the nook of Aya’s neck before pulling away, his eyes wide as he looked down, simply thinking. What was he doing? Normally such affairs were planned–but before he knew it, his lips were on Aya’s, kissing him hard, pressing him against the wall with the sheer power of his kiss, his eyes shut tightly. Once, twice, thrice he kissed the young man before pulling away and staring into the violet pools, the rubies still glittering with arousal. If he required the need to pant, he would have, but instead remained deathly silent, his mouth hanging open only slightly as to reveal the glistening fangs.
“I’m hungry,” he murmured simply.

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