Nightwalker Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn of Terror ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

Autumn of Terror

Part 18 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

 

 

Following the slowly retreating memories of a dream was harder than Shido expected. And he blamed it on the ever present fog. The fog in his dream had hidden the world from him, so that he didn't know where he was. And in real life, it was much the same way. Tonight the fog felt almost unnaturally thick. But it didn't cradle him. It didn't blanket him as if had in his dream. But the thick fog was a start. Now all he could do was wonder aimlessly, as he had in his slumber.

 

The sounds of London night seemed to be muffled lightly by the fog. Which made him realize something. There had been no sound in his dreams. Only the sound of his footsteps and of Cain when the man had shown himself had been present. But here, he could hear the sound of the Thames and boats in the far distance. The sound of horse's hooves and cab wheels. Rakish laughter, loudly coming from overfull pubs. The far distant ringing of the Chapel bell, signaling either the beginning or the end of their night services. It was all there for him to hear, and it actually comforted him as he plunged through the think fog.

 

The slender youth continued his walk thought the darkness. The streets did look all the same. And so did the alleyways and the walls. He'd not remembered seeing any signs, or anything convenient like that to help him find his direction. All he had to rely upon was his instincts. His feelings. And his feelings were dragging him ever closer to the East End, and the White Chapel cathedral. And Shido knew he didn't want to be there. That's where the demon Cain had talked about would most likely be. It'd be in that run down area, feasting again on some helpless, hopeless soul.

 

The more he thought about it, the more Shido was wishing he had stayed home. Home where it was safe from everything. Where the only one that could get him was his family and maybe the Constable. Not because he was afraid of this Night Breed thing that most likely didn't even exist, but because he was realizing how childish it was to chase after something that was obviously a dream.

 

But it felt wrong to stop. He found he couldn't turn back around. In his heart, chasing after this wasn't a childish at all. That by doing this he was proving to himself, and to the dream Cain that he wasn't afraid to still go out into the night. He was proving to everyone that he could do something despite what people said. Proving that he could make a difference somehow.

 

His hands went further into the confines of his coat as a cold draft cut thought the fog for a second. Winter would be early this year. A cold, lonely winter. Because Shido had this terrible feeling that Cain would probably leave for his home country. And he knew that the constable was always more amorous during the winter months. Especially during the holidays.

 

That thought made him frown slightly. He should have known after the first time Fredrick had started flirting with him that it would get serious. The constable was very serious in everything he did. And he also was realizing that he wasn't helping matters either by letting him do so. Allowing him to have hidden touches whenever they met. And now, finding empty comfort in the man's arms whenever something dealing with this case turned it into something even more nightmarish than it already was.

 

Shido felt that if he lived to be one hundred, he'd never forget this. And never forgive himself for all that had happened already. And for all that was about to make what had become a living hell even worse. He'd never forgive himself for not seeing what should have been obvious all along. And he'd never ever forgive himself for turning the next corner and stepping on glass from a shattered window.

 

TO BE CONTINUED