Nightwalker Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn of Terror ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

Autumn of Terror

Part 17 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

 

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Shido lay there in his bed, thinking. He stared at the darkened ceiling of his room and pondered. That dream. His thoughts always came back to that sudden, undeniable need to sleep to sleep, followed by that strangely realistic dream. He didn't even know what to make of it. The fog, Cain, the aching need. It was all so hazy in his head. Somewhere, some guy in Austria would have probably said something about him repressing his latent desires. And that the demon Cain had spoken of was actually representing his secret wishes. But Shido didn't go for this new craze called psycho-analyzation. If anything, what Cain had done to him at the end of the dream was his secret want.

 

Even now, Shido wondered if he could somehow return to that dream state. Just so he could have the taller blond pressed to him. Just so he could feel those strong hands, hands that had felt all too real, jerking him into completion. The silver haired youth wanted to go back to beg the dream Cain to... what had Fredrick called it? Taken? Yes. Shido wanted to beg the blond man in his dreams to take him and make passionate love to him upon the cobblestone streets of his mind.

 

Yet, the detective felt that it had somehow been more than just a dream. Cain's body had felt too solid against him. His erection pressing against his backside, too hard. His hands, so very warm. Mouth firm and demanding against his sensitive neck. For a dream, it had felt all too real. And what had that departing voice in his head mean? One more time what? It implied he'd already done something similar with Cain before. But Shido was sure he'd remember doing something that mind numbingly hot with the blond. So it had to be something else, something he was over looking. Shido knew that's what it had to be, but he couldn't put his finger on the exact thing.

 

He wasn't going to try either. Not tonight, at least. Despite the warnings, despite the strange talk about these creatures Cain called Night Breeds, Shido was going out. He found though that he wasn't going out to try and investigate. He thought that maybe he'd get lucky again tonight, and run across Cain. But first, he'd have to change. He refused to let the sophisticated man see him in such a rumpled sticky state. Well, not yet anyways.

 

He hurriedly stripped and started to redress, but stopped just to stare at himself in the mirror. Cain had said he was beautiful. So had the constable. Shido didn't see it. Right now, his reflection was flushed, his silver hair in great disarray, as if someone had run their fingers though it, messing it up. Other than his still heated face, Shido could see how pale he was. It was strange. He knew he usually wasn't this pale. His skin had taken on a strangely translucent quality. He could see the delicate blue pattern of his veins, standing out. Quietly, he made a huffing sound, and started to run a brush through his hair. As he did so, he wondered if Cain would like to maybe do that for him. Regardless of how horrible his little sister had done, Shido had loved it. He loved it when others brushed his hair out for him.

 

He was working at a really stubborn tangle when he first noticed the strange darkened mark against his neck. He hadn't noticed it on first inspection. Really, he'd been too busy trying to see why those two men thought he was so pretty. The mark didn't seem to mar his paleness, but harmonize. The dark purple of the strange bruise forming two small rings right next to each other. That spot had been damp when he'd woken. But it was strange. He'd not hurt himself there that he could remember. And Cain had only bitten him there in the dream. And it hadn't been that hard of a bite. Just a sharp pain before pleasure had taken it all away. So that couldn't be it. The things that happened in dreams didn't happen in real life.

 

Even as the detective wound a white scarf around his neck to hide the mark, he had to wonder again. Could things in dreams be real? He didn't think so. Those were story book ideas. Childish thought. Dreams weren't real. No matter how badly he wished them to be so. Still, he found himself wondering if it was indeed safe to leave his house. It might not be, but he had to think about this rationally. He had to leave his house sometime. It wasn't as if Cain could just suddenly appear in his bedroom at a whim.

 

Sighing, Shido pulled his coat closer to him and stepped out the door and into another cold, foggy fall night. Stepped out with no clue where he was going, or what he was really doing. And hoping that he'd see a certain blond.

 

That thought led Shido to do something incredibly impulsive. He remember the fog in his dreams. And he'd been walking. Maybe towards one of the many pubs. He wondered, maybe he could retrace his steps. Only this time in the waking world. And who knew, maybe in the end, he'd find Cain. And if he did that... Shido didn't know what. But he hoped that if he did, the experience would be as memorable as the dream he'd just woken from.

 

TO BE CONTINUED