Nightwalker Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn of Terror ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Autumn of Terror

Part 2 of ?

Pairing: CainXShido

Disclaimer: I don't own NightWalker or its characters. I also don't own the situation presented in this work of fiction. No disrespect to those who were involved in the incidents detailed within.

Warning: Yaoi (male/male love), vampiric acts, and brutal violent deaths

 

 

Dawn was coming soon. The London streets would be waking up. Shido didn't share that sentiment. He needed to sleep desperately. Yet for some reason, even safely back at home, his energy remained too high for him to calmly lie down.

 

He had just snuck back into his room and shut the door when the events of the night came crashing down on him. His knees went weak and he sunk down to the floor. There, he curled up into a small ball to keep from shaking. “So much blood.” He mumbled.

 

The body had been quite a shock. Especially after the events on the tavern. The bruise across his face throbbed incessantly. Had he been less terrified, he would have been able to stop it. But he hadn't. He'd had to be rescued by someone who thought he was someone else's toy made it even worse.

 

Which led him to thinking about something he'd been trying not to think of. The blond man at the pub. The one who called himself Cain. Now that he had a chance to look back on it, Shido could admit the foreign man had been achingly gorgeous. He could have had any person in that tavern. He certainly had the charisma for it. Yet out of all the women, all the men, Cain had gone out of his way to proposition him.

 

Shido unrolled from fetal position. He remained on the floor, staring at the dark ceiling. He heard a wistful sigh escape. Cain had called him beautiful. Sure, women often told him he was unnaturally pretty, but this was different somehow. Nicer. It gave Shido a good feeling to know that this strange blond man thought so.

 

If he hadn't been on the job, Shido had a feeling he might have left the tavern with company. He found himself wondering what it would be like to be Cain's kept boy. Wondering if it would have been as good as it sounded.

 

These thoughts didn't do his already overtaxed emotions him any good. Tired frustration seeped in through the strange warm feelings. Violently, he hit the floor. “Gah! This is no time to be thinking those things.” It was true. Shido did have other things to be thinking about. Like how to catch his culprit. The man was most definitely involved in the disappearances somehow.

 

Yawning loudly, he stood. Not bothering to change, Shido flopped onto his bed. His large, spacious, lonely bed. “Stop it!” He reprimanded himself, before his mind could return to thoughts of Cain. His eyes slowly drooped and Shido drifted off to sleep. To dreams.

 

The dreams were strange. Foggy as the streets. He felt as if he was wondering that dream lost. But he wasn't alone. Someone was watching him. Watching his every move. The phantom eyes made his skin crawl. It felt as if he was being hunted. And when he looked to where the owner might have been. Nothing. Just the glint of gold. Golden hunter's eyes, and nothing else. “Who? Who are you?” His dream persona demanded. “Why are you watching me?”

 

The glint of gold took on a possessive sheen. He heard a deep, sensual voice, carried on the wind. As if it was being whispered directly into his ears. And he could feel a presence behind him. “Shido…” He turned. Nothing. Just that glint of gold. And his name was repeated again, softly, and lovingly. And again, echoing each time, getting softer and more feminine.

 

The youth woke to tiny hands shaking him. Slowly he opened one eye to be greeted by his little sister. “Hey kiddo.” He greeted sleepily. “What time is it?”

 

“It's half past three, sleepy head. The police came by, but mother made them go away.”

 

Shido bolted upright in bed. Half past three. He had slept the entire day away. Not only that, he had missed the police. They could have had something important. They could have found that guy. “They did? Did they have anything for me?”

 

The little girl shook her head. “They wanted to check up on you. He's worried about you. You know he likes you.” Shido blinked. How his sister knew that the constable had a thing for him was beyond him. “Did something happen last night, Shido. You can tell me. I won't tell mother.”

 

Shido frowned slightly. He couldn't tell her about the body. She was too small, too innocent to hear about that sort of thing. “I got involved in a rather nasty fight last night.” He smiled when his sister pouted. Standing, Shido scoop his sister onto his bed playfully, to tickle her. “Don't worry. I'm just fine. You have to run along. I have to change out of this awful thing and start thinking seriously about work.”

 

“All right. You don't work too hard. And don't stay out so late. If it gets dark, you stay with that officer, okay. I think he'd like that too.” Then the little girl ran out of the room, leaving Shido even more confused than before. His little sister was always trying to play matchmaker with him. Maybe because she wanted more than just him and her teddy bears at her tea parties.

 

He sighed after his door shut again, leaving him in blessed silence. His mind returned to the dream. Those golden eyes watching him seemed so familiar. But the dream had nothing to do with work, and that's what he wanted to dwell upon now. Catching that man and finding out what he knew.

 

The big money question was how. It had taken almost a month to get where he was. And then last night had happened, and things had returned to where he'd started. Only just a little bit better. At least Shido knew the man's face now. He could start from there he supposed.

 

If he hit two or three pubs on the East End each night, then maybe, just maybe, he could find that man again. But he wasn't going to go there looking like this again. His disguise ended up in a corner near the fireplace in disgust. “Who am I kidding?” He admonished himself. “You're dreaming and you know it!” Reality said that finding that specific man would be like finding the preverbal needle in a haystack. Actually, given the number of people in White Chapel, finding the needle might have been easier. And lots less painful. Especially if the man knew he was being sought. Which was a distinct possibility. Shido had stated what he was and what he was doing rather loudly.

 

The man could go to ground, and never show up again. And unless another woman disappeared, Shido's chances of catching up to the guy were slim to none. At the moment, bordering dangerously close to none.

 

The young detective didn't wish for another innocent girl to die. Not in the hands of such a depraved lunatic. A life was a life to Shido, no matter how bad it was. Besides, the women weren't really criminals. They were just desperate.

 

He redressed in more normal attire. Nothing too flashy. He was never one to dress up too much. Just a pair of pressed trousers and a nice white shirt. He wondered about a jacket. He opened a window to test the weather. Dusk was fast approaching, and with it would come the fog.

 

Shido was just pulling on his coat when his mother came in, again interrupting his silence. “Are you going out again?” She received an affirmative nod. “I wish you wouldn't go out alone. It's not safe out there. Maybe that police friend of yours might escort you?”

 

Shido wondered if it was a conspiracy. “Mother. I'm a grown man. I'll be fine out there. Besides, he has a job to do too. And it's not to keep me safe. I promise. I'll be fine.”

 

“I know. I know. I just don't like the thought of you getting killed by that horrid Leather Apron that's wondering around.” Shido's eyes went wide in confusion. “You know. The one that killed that woman. The papers are calling him that because he works like a butcher.”

 

Shido ran a hand through his silvery hair. He had hoped it would stay out of the papers. Then again, the people had a right to know if a murder was wondering the streets. But now, it would probably even harder to find the guy. He frowned and started towards the door. “I promise mother. I will be extra careful. Now I must be off. There's a long night of hunting ahead of me.”

 

“At least tell me where you'll be.”

 

“The bar.” He muttered as he left into the night and the thick fog.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED