Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Sky ❯ Heaven and Hell ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Cousin D 
Anubis meets a boy who truly sets his blood on fire.
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Fantasy / Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.20.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
Anubis meets a boy who truly sets his blood on fire.
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Fantasy / Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.20.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
Twilight Sky
Chapter 2
Heaven and Hell
Anubis-
That was how I ended up in the Ningen Sekai. I was hungry and needed to hunt, so prowling the streets of the mortal world was the most logical solution. Let's face it, in a world where there were only three creatures with blood, my dining options were rather limited. I normally went to the mortal world several times a week and had therefore seen the great changes that had come to it since I'd given up my mortality.
"Now," I said out loud as I looked at the nearly empty streets. "Where to find dinner." The streets were empty and quiet, the sun had long since set and rain clouds overshadowed the stars. I'd ended up in a city, the safest place to hunt.
Not that I was really all that worried about the humans finding out about me. I mean, really, what were they going to do if they found out about me? Invade the Youja-Kai? Pfft! The up coming war is nothing but a joke. All of their technology and science can't even understand us, let alone defeat us. It will be an effortless victory.
I kept to the darkness, out of sight of any humans who might come across my path. If there was one thing I'd learned over the years, it was to keep away from people. Humans were nothing but trouble, always screaming or drawing attention to my private time with their fears and horror at my mere existence. There were endless possibilities for entertainment out here, amazing how the world had grown since I'd left it.
For a while, I just watched them, the old women and the drunken young men. I saw delinquent children and lovers walking arm-in-arm, drunk with the passion of night. It was sickeningly sweet to watch some of them. The only question was, who to chose?
It was best to look for the loners, people no one would miss when they didn't turn up in the morning. Like my dear brothers, I have little hesitation about killing the mortal humans. I'd been a warrior for so many years that the thought of killing was...well...natural for lack of a better word. I really can't remember a time when I haven't been killing. I will chose some healthy young thing and sate my appetite on it.
I saw him then; a boy standing on a street corner with his eyes cast down. His shoulders were slumped while he leaned against the side of a building and he looked as if he held the weight of the world rests on his back. But...I can hear his heart pumping with fear or excitement; I'm not sure which. He's waiting for someone.
Sniffing the cool air, I can almost taste him. The rain washes a lot of the scent out and the smell of other people dilutes it, but I can pick him out as easily as I was able to when my life depended on hunting these mortal creatures, hundreds of years ago. He smells like sweat and something more. I can smell filth on him, like he hasn't washed in days and I can smell...an animal.
Now that made me pause. It was not some house cat I smelled, but something bigger. Like a lion or a tiger. Where on Earth could this boy have gotten close enough to a tiger to get his scent on him? Still, it was rather exciting. I can't help but find that the extra scent makes him seems all the more delicious.
The boy is young, but no child. In the dim light of a streetlight, I can see his face, cast in shadow. His hair is long and dark as midnight, hanging down his back, shining wet from the rain, and framing his thin face. He's opened his shirt just enough to show off his chest and from what I can see, he's thin, but what few muscles he has are lean and well used. Oh, what a beautiful creature!
I want him. My fangs hurt and I can barely keep myself from dragging the boy off the streets, but I need to wait, wait until no one is around. There are to many people, witnesses who could make things difficult. So I wait. My hunger burns while I watch the boy. He's desperate, that much I can tell when he watches the people pass him by. There's a kind of haunted look in his eyes.
I wonder whom he's waiting for, so late at night. Surely all good little boys are in bed by this hour.
A man, well dressed, stops and puts his hand on the boy's shoulder, startling him enough to make him jump slightly. The man says, "You look like you could use a few yen, boy." His voice is deep and he stands over the boy, to close for comfort's sake and looks down at the boy. I've seen this before, a deliberate intimidation to make the boy feel smaller and more defenseless.
"A-a-actually, I could use a lot of yen." The boy's fear just spiked when the man spoke with him and it almost feels like he's going to have a heart attack when the man touches him, running his hand down the boy's chest, and I can smell fear from the boy.
"Is one hundred thousand enough for your time?"
The boy nods slowly.
So, he's a whore.
I'm not a voyeur by nature, but oh...that pretty black haired creature. I had only intended to wait until the man had done his business and then catch the boy before he went back onto the streets, but it didn't work out that way. I followed them for quite a while, listening to the well-dressed man talked pleasantly. The boy wasn't responding, just let himself be led away.
It wasn't difficult not to be seen. The well-dressed man was concentrating on the boy and the boy was oblivious to almost everything except his own fear. I really didn't even have to use any of my power; I just kept close to the shadows and made my footsteps silent. I see perfectly well in the darkness, so it was easy to follow at a distance and I could even hear their conversation thanks to my enhanced hearing.
The well-dressed man, who introduced himself as Jack Lung, brought the boy, my prey, to a large house. This situation had taken a strange twist when I saw the well-dressed man handing my prey over to another man. The scent of fear and hate flooded the air, filling my senses with its heavy emotions.
It was the blood that had lured me to watch, making me peek into the window.
If Sh'ten ever finds out I was peeping at some whore and his customer, I swear, I'll kill myself! He'd never let me live it down.
I considered going after the well-dressed man after he'd left the pretty black haired boy, but I wasn't hungry enough to leave the boy. I'd fed enough to stave off the hunger. I could wait a while until I could get the boy alone.
It hadn't taken long to track down my prey; the window was open and his scent of sweat and tiger drifted out to lead me to him. I stood outside the window, with my back to the wall, to wait. Then, the scent of his blood wafted out. Amid the usual sex noises, I had heard a cry of pain, so it was probably the boy's blood.
His blood smelled like nothing I'd ever encountered before. It was...indescribable. I just HAD to look!
The boy was on his stomach on the bed, completely naked, while the older man lay on top of him. I won't describe anything further, in the interest of good taste, but it was obvious the boy was in pain. His face was twisted in a grimace and he was biting his bottom lip, so as to not cry out, and he clenched the bed sheets tightly. Tears were running freely down his face.
I was still content to let this scene play itself out, at this point. Containing two victims is more difficult that just one. If there are two, one may cry out and attract unwanted attention. Yes, it would be better to wait until the older man had finished with the whore and left him, exhausted and weak.
It was a good plan until the boy opened his eyes and looked at me.
There was such hopelessness in his eyes. He knew what he was doing and he knew there was no escape for him. But his eyes begged me, 'Don't look.' The boy looked away and I think he must have been ashamed to be seen like this. Surely he hasn't been in this business long.
Suddenly, I don't like the man that's rutting on the boy. He's hurting MY prey! He's hurting the boy and my thirst is overwhelming. All my precautions and safety practices were suddenly gone. I need to feed, now!
I jumped through the window and, as I did, I grabbed the man by the back of the throat, pulling him off the boy. I rolled onto the floor, dragging the stunned man with me until he was the one pinned helplessly to the floor and I was sitting on him. "How does it feel to be trapped?" I asked, in a whisper.
He was silent for a moment, still trying to process what just happened, but I don't dare look up at the boy. "Who are you?" The man asked. "What the Hell are you doing?" He finally started to struggle and his heart beat faster and faster, such a sweet noise, I can hardly bear it.
I leaned down until I could smell the sweat and musk from him. I don't like it much, but his blood will taste good. "You've defiled my prey with your touch. I wanted him and now look," I looked up at the boy who hadn't sat up, but watched us with teary eyes. Whether he was too weak or just to stunned to move, I didn't know. "You've made him cry. Shame, shame."
"Who are you? His pimp all ready gave him to me for the night!" The man tried fighting me, but there's really no hope. He's only human, after all. "I paid for Ryo all ready. Pretty generously, too! DO you have any idea who I am?! I'm Bishop Bra..."
"Pimp?" Now there's a word I haven't heard before. I really must pay more attention to popular culture. I sank my fangs into his throat, after putting a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, and started to feed. He struggled, of course. They always do, but it's not something I wasn't used to dealing with.
"Get off!" The man yelled, trying to roll away from me. He grabbed my hair and tried to pull me off, but I just closed my eyes and let him scream. His panic is making his blood pump faster and that's how I like it. I let him roll over, putting his weight on top of me; it really doesn't matter. I've still got a firm grasp of his throat and he won't be able to stop me.
Soon, his struggling weaken and I roll him back onto the floor. With one hand on his naked chest and the other on the floor to balance myself, I drank him dry. His skin tastes of soap and expensive cologne, but his blood is watery, lacking the spice and life I'm used to. After a very short while his fighting slowed and then stopped until I'd taken the last of his life.
I sat up with a pleased moan, using the back of my hand to wipe away the last traces of the man's blood from my lips, letting my eyes close while I reveled in finally having a full stomach. I left the man's cold corpse of the floor and slowly turned my eyes to the boy who stared at me with wide eyes. He was still laying on his stomach, his head resting on a pillow that was limp with his sweat.
Ryo, that was what the man had called him, was still breathing hard and afraid, now that he'd seen what I really am, but he didn't move except to clench his fists around the dirty, wrinkled sheets on the bed. That man must have hurt him pretty badly for him to just lay there without making a noise.
"Y-y-you..." Ryo's soft voice came out in a stutter and it seemed almost painful for him to just speak. He'd be so beautiful if it weren't for the look of despair on his face.
"Yes." I crawled on hands and knees to the side of the bed where I could look at the boy closely. I stopped there, not touching him, yet, just crouched next to him with my hands on the side of the bed. "I killed him." By now, I was almost nose to nose with him and the boy pulled away slightly. Not surprising that he didn't want to be near anyone, considering what he'd just put himself through. "I drank his blood, but he wasn't very satisfying. To much filth had infected him, I think."
The boy still didn't move, but closed his eyes as if that could close out reality.
"Open your eyes, pretty." I ran one long fingernail down his cheek. "I'm still here. I won't go away just because you close your eyes."
But he didn't open his eyes and started to shake slightly. Denial, or waiting to be killed? I wonder if he wanted to be killed?
On the floor next to the bed, were the boy's trousers, ripped and faded from wear. I picked them up and reached into the pockets to pull out the money the man had paid the boy for this service. It must be his payment. If the boy had this kind of pocket money, he wouldn't be selling himself. "Is this how much your body is worth to you?" I held up the money for the boy to see while I flipped through it. "Such a little amount, really. Are you so worthless?"
He finally opened his eyes. The boy took a deep shuddering breath and pushed himself up so he could sit up, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. It looked painful, but he managed it and carefully took the money from me, holding it tightly as if it were the most precious thing in his world. "I n-n-need it."
He was smaller than I'd thought, all bone and very little of anything else. Quite tiny, compared to me, really. He's no child, but not a man, yet.
"My g-g-granma's sick." His stutter is unusual. How strange that such a beauty should be marred thus.
I moved again, this time putting my hands on either side of his legs and stand up so I'm looking down at him. I can smell his sweat and make a point of sniffing him, right near his face. I'm full, I don't need to feed, but I do hunger for something. He's intoxicating and I can still smell his blood where it's soaking into the sheets. His body will be bruised and sore in the morning and he's going to remember this night for a long, long time.
"No." Ryo tensed and moved back, as far from me as he could go without laying down on the bed, which would be a vast psychological mistake on his part. "I d-d-don't want to." His voice was strong and firm, much stronger than I'd given him credit for, and he pulled the blanket to cover himself. "This was just a one time thing."
I don't want to listen to him, I just want to smell him and look at him. He's so lovely. What would he look like when washed and fed properly? I would dress this boy in fine silks and...what am I thinking? He's just a mortal! But I can't help myself from leaning down, closer and Ryo falls back on one elbow in a vain effort to keep away from me. His hair hangs away from his face, revealing how lovely he is, how truly innocent.
He's still bleeding; just a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth where he'd bitten himself that was dripping down his chin. I leaned in more and he froze. He knew he was too weak to fight. I was almost kissing him, but...no...this was no night for stolen kisses. I want something different.
Ryo doesn't resist, I doubt he has strength to do anything but hold the precious money, but he turned his face away when I put one hand on his chest. I can't help myself. "You are so warm." I whispered, unsure if I'm talking to him or myself. His bronze skin feels like there's a fire burning beneath it.
"Y-you're cold." Ryo replied, unable to look at me.
I won't delude myself and say that he's smitten with my handsome face. He reeks of fear and he still smells of sex. I know he's afraid I'm going to hurt him. I will, perhaps, but not tonight. He to fragile and I detest hunting weakened prey.
I ran my hand across his cheek and up to his ear. Ryo closed his eyes and waited for what he believed would happen. I felt, under my hand that was still on his chest, that he sucked in a breath and held it. I don't think I want Sh'ten to meet Ryo. Sh'ten would like Ryo's vulnerability.
"You didn't see me." I told Ryo softly, whispering into his ear. It was so tempting to run my tongue along his ear, but that would ruin my concentration. "You did what you came here to do, but you will not remember. You have your money, nothing else matters." I can feel Ryo relaxing, against his will. I inherited my mother's power of suggestion, a talent all of her people possessed, and, since Ryo is all ready exhausted both mentally and physically; he's no match for me.
The tension drifted out of him and Ryo very slowly allowed himself to lay back on the bed, completely at ease. It looks like he's sleeping, but I know better.
"There's no need for you to worry about tonight, Ryo." I ran my hand up his chest and over his collarbones, stopping only at his thin neck and I wrapped my hand around his it. It would be so easy to kill him now. "You have survived and nothing happened. You saw nothing that frightened you, other than the man who took you."
His will was, by then, firmly under my control. I could do anything I wanted with him. How very tempting. Kill him or rape him. I could do anything and he wouldn't resist me. I could make him enjoy it. For just a moment, I gave in and lowered myself so that my cheek was resting on Ryo's chest. He's so small. I could break him with one hand.
"You have to get away from here, Ryo. You want to be away from here. This is a bad place. You must get away."
I just wanted a taste of him. While he was laying under me, so lovely in the darkness with only the moonlight on his face, I stuck out my tongue and lapped the blood from his face. Carefully, I don't want to hurt him. Just one taste and...FIRE!
Like lava in my veins, he IS fire and he burned me! My mind went blank and I reeled back at the sensations that took over my body, wrapping my arms around myself, I staggered away from him.
Ryo's eyes open, still dazed by my talent over him, but he really doesn't see me or hear me.
I can't stand it! I think I screamed, but his blood roars in my veins and I can't hear anything but it. I feel like I'm on fire, my whole body is burning!
Ryo muttered to himself, "Get...away." As he stood up. "Must...get away." He paused long enough to pull his clothes on haphazardly, before quickly leaving. He didn't even pause to look at the body I'd left on the floor, but unthinkingly stepped over it. He didn't look at me, just staggered away.
I was left alone with the corpse, gasping for breath at the unspeakable taste he left with me, like Heaven and Hell all mixed into one and he's burning me! God's wrath and the fires of Hell mixed together in a lethal poison. Yes, he's all that and more and the stars are dancing before my eyes, I can't think straight! I have to leave. I had to go home! I wished myself back home, to the Youja Kai.
Arms were holding me. Safe, strong, familiar arms. I had to blink a couple of times before I saw Sh'ten looking down at me with worried eyes. "Anubis, wake up!"
I smiled and leaned into Sh'ten's strong arms. "He was so beautiful. I want him, Sh'ten. I want that beautiful firefly."
To be continued...
Chapter 2
Heaven and Hell
Anubis-
That was how I ended up in the Ningen Sekai. I was hungry and needed to hunt, so prowling the streets of the mortal world was the most logical solution. Let's face it, in a world where there were only three creatures with blood, my dining options were rather limited. I normally went to the mortal world several times a week and had therefore seen the great changes that had come to it since I'd given up my mortality.
"Now," I said out loud as I looked at the nearly empty streets. "Where to find dinner." The streets were empty and quiet, the sun had long since set and rain clouds overshadowed the stars. I'd ended up in a city, the safest place to hunt.
Not that I was really all that worried about the humans finding out about me. I mean, really, what were they going to do if they found out about me? Invade the Youja-Kai? Pfft! The up coming war is nothing but a joke. All of their technology and science can't even understand us, let alone defeat us. It will be an effortless victory.
I kept to the darkness, out of sight of any humans who might come across my path. If there was one thing I'd learned over the years, it was to keep away from people. Humans were nothing but trouble, always screaming or drawing attention to my private time with their fears and horror at my mere existence. There were endless possibilities for entertainment out here, amazing how the world had grown since I'd left it.
For a while, I just watched them, the old women and the drunken young men. I saw delinquent children and lovers walking arm-in-arm, drunk with the passion of night. It was sickeningly sweet to watch some of them. The only question was, who to chose?
It was best to look for the loners, people no one would miss when they didn't turn up in the morning. Like my dear brothers, I have little hesitation about killing the mortal humans. I'd been a warrior for so many years that the thought of killing was...well...natural for lack of a better word. I really can't remember a time when I haven't been killing. I will chose some healthy young thing and sate my appetite on it.
I saw him then; a boy standing on a street corner with his eyes cast down. His shoulders were slumped while he leaned against the side of a building and he looked as if he held the weight of the world rests on his back. But...I can hear his heart pumping with fear or excitement; I'm not sure which. He's waiting for someone.
Sniffing the cool air, I can almost taste him. The rain washes a lot of the scent out and the smell of other people dilutes it, but I can pick him out as easily as I was able to when my life depended on hunting these mortal creatures, hundreds of years ago. He smells like sweat and something more. I can smell filth on him, like he hasn't washed in days and I can smell...an animal.
Now that made me pause. It was not some house cat I smelled, but something bigger. Like a lion or a tiger. Where on Earth could this boy have gotten close enough to a tiger to get his scent on him? Still, it was rather exciting. I can't help but find that the extra scent makes him seems all the more delicious.
The boy is young, but no child. In the dim light of a streetlight, I can see his face, cast in shadow. His hair is long and dark as midnight, hanging down his back, shining wet from the rain, and framing his thin face. He's opened his shirt just enough to show off his chest and from what I can see, he's thin, but what few muscles he has are lean and well used. Oh, what a beautiful creature!
I want him. My fangs hurt and I can barely keep myself from dragging the boy off the streets, but I need to wait, wait until no one is around. There are to many people, witnesses who could make things difficult. So I wait. My hunger burns while I watch the boy. He's desperate, that much I can tell when he watches the people pass him by. There's a kind of haunted look in his eyes.
I wonder whom he's waiting for, so late at night. Surely all good little boys are in bed by this hour.
A man, well dressed, stops and puts his hand on the boy's shoulder, startling him enough to make him jump slightly. The man says, "You look like you could use a few yen, boy." His voice is deep and he stands over the boy, to close for comfort's sake and looks down at the boy. I've seen this before, a deliberate intimidation to make the boy feel smaller and more defenseless.
"A-a-actually, I could use a lot of yen." The boy's fear just spiked when the man spoke with him and it almost feels like he's going to have a heart attack when the man touches him, running his hand down the boy's chest, and I can smell fear from the boy.
"Is one hundred thousand enough for your time?"
The boy nods slowly.
So, he's a whore.
I'm not a voyeur by nature, but oh...that pretty black haired creature. I had only intended to wait until the man had done his business and then catch the boy before he went back onto the streets, but it didn't work out that way. I followed them for quite a while, listening to the well-dressed man talked pleasantly. The boy wasn't responding, just let himself be led away.
It wasn't difficult not to be seen. The well-dressed man was concentrating on the boy and the boy was oblivious to almost everything except his own fear. I really didn't even have to use any of my power; I just kept close to the shadows and made my footsteps silent. I see perfectly well in the darkness, so it was easy to follow at a distance and I could even hear their conversation thanks to my enhanced hearing.
The well-dressed man, who introduced himself as Jack Lung, brought the boy, my prey, to a large house. This situation had taken a strange twist when I saw the well-dressed man handing my prey over to another man. The scent of fear and hate flooded the air, filling my senses with its heavy emotions.
It was the blood that had lured me to watch, making me peek into the window.
If Sh'ten ever finds out I was peeping at some whore and his customer, I swear, I'll kill myself! He'd never let me live it down.
I considered going after the well-dressed man after he'd left the pretty black haired boy, but I wasn't hungry enough to leave the boy. I'd fed enough to stave off the hunger. I could wait a while until I could get the boy alone.
It hadn't taken long to track down my prey; the window was open and his scent of sweat and tiger drifted out to lead me to him. I stood outside the window, with my back to the wall, to wait. Then, the scent of his blood wafted out. Amid the usual sex noises, I had heard a cry of pain, so it was probably the boy's blood.
His blood smelled like nothing I'd ever encountered before. It was...indescribable. I just HAD to look!
The boy was on his stomach on the bed, completely naked, while the older man lay on top of him. I won't describe anything further, in the interest of good taste, but it was obvious the boy was in pain. His face was twisted in a grimace and he was biting his bottom lip, so as to not cry out, and he clenched the bed sheets tightly. Tears were running freely down his face.
I was still content to let this scene play itself out, at this point. Containing two victims is more difficult that just one. If there are two, one may cry out and attract unwanted attention. Yes, it would be better to wait until the older man had finished with the whore and left him, exhausted and weak.
It was a good plan until the boy opened his eyes and looked at me.
There was such hopelessness in his eyes. He knew what he was doing and he knew there was no escape for him. But his eyes begged me, 'Don't look.' The boy looked away and I think he must have been ashamed to be seen like this. Surely he hasn't been in this business long.
Suddenly, I don't like the man that's rutting on the boy. He's hurting MY prey! He's hurting the boy and my thirst is overwhelming. All my precautions and safety practices were suddenly gone. I need to feed, now!
I jumped through the window and, as I did, I grabbed the man by the back of the throat, pulling him off the boy. I rolled onto the floor, dragging the stunned man with me until he was the one pinned helplessly to the floor and I was sitting on him. "How does it feel to be trapped?" I asked, in a whisper.
He was silent for a moment, still trying to process what just happened, but I don't dare look up at the boy. "Who are you?" The man asked. "What the Hell are you doing?" He finally started to struggle and his heart beat faster and faster, such a sweet noise, I can hardly bear it.
I leaned down until I could smell the sweat and musk from him. I don't like it much, but his blood will taste good. "You've defiled my prey with your touch. I wanted him and now look," I looked up at the boy who hadn't sat up, but watched us with teary eyes. Whether he was too weak or just to stunned to move, I didn't know. "You've made him cry. Shame, shame."
"Who are you? His pimp all ready gave him to me for the night!" The man tried fighting me, but there's really no hope. He's only human, after all. "I paid for Ryo all ready. Pretty generously, too! DO you have any idea who I am?! I'm Bishop Bra..."
"Pimp?" Now there's a word I haven't heard before. I really must pay more attention to popular culture. I sank my fangs into his throat, after putting a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, and started to feed. He struggled, of course. They always do, but it's not something I wasn't used to dealing with.
"Get off!" The man yelled, trying to roll away from me. He grabbed my hair and tried to pull me off, but I just closed my eyes and let him scream. His panic is making his blood pump faster and that's how I like it. I let him roll over, putting his weight on top of me; it really doesn't matter. I've still got a firm grasp of his throat and he won't be able to stop me.
Soon, his struggling weaken and I roll him back onto the floor. With one hand on his naked chest and the other on the floor to balance myself, I drank him dry. His skin tastes of soap and expensive cologne, but his blood is watery, lacking the spice and life I'm used to. After a very short while his fighting slowed and then stopped until I'd taken the last of his life.
I sat up with a pleased moan, using the back of my hand to wipe away the last traces of the man's blood from my lips, letting my eyes close while I reveled in finally having a full stomach. I left the man's cold corpse of the floor and slowly turned my eyes to the boy who stared at me with wide eyes. He was still laying on his stomach, his head resting on a pillow that was limp with his sweat.
Ryo, that was what the man had called him, was still breathing hard and afraid, now that he'd seen what I really am, but he didn't move except to clench his fists around the dirty, wrinkled sheets on the bed. That man must have hurt him pretty badly for him to just lay there without making a noise.
"Y-y-you..." Ryo's soft voice came out in a stutter and it seemed almost painful for him to just speak. He'd be so beautiful if it weren't for the look of despair on his face.
"Yes." I crawled on hands and knees to the side of the bed where I could look at the boy closely. I stopped there, not touching him, yet, just crouched next to him with my hands on the side of the bed. "I killed him." By now, I was almost nose to nose with him and the boy pulled away slightly. Not surprising that he didn't want to be near anyone, considering what he'd just put himself through. "I drank his blood, but he wasn't very satisfying. To much filth had infected him, I think."
The boy still didn't move, but closed his eyes as if that could close out reality.
"Open your eyes, pretty." I ran one long fingernail down his cheek. "I'm still here. I won't go away just because you close your eyes."
But he didn't open his eyes and started to shake slightly. Denial, or waiting to be killed? I wonder if he wanted to be killed?
On the floor next to the bed, were the boy's trousers, ripped and faded from wear. I picked them up and reached into the pockets to pull out the money the man had paid the boy for this service. It must be his payment. If the boy had this kind of pocket money, he wouldn't be selling himself. "Is this how much your body is worth to you?" I held up the money for the boy to see while I flipped through it. "Such a little amount, really. Are you so worthless?"
He finally opened his eyes. The boy took a deep shuddering breath and pushed himself up so he could sit up, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. It looked painful, but he managed it and carefully took the money from me, holding it tightly as if it were the most precious thing in his world. "I n-n-need it."
He was smaller than I'd thought, all bone and very little of anything else. Quite tiny, compared to me, really. He's no child, but not a man, yet.
"My g-g-granma's sick." His stutter is unusual. How strange that such a beauty should be marred thus.
I moved again, this time putting my hands on either side of his legs and stand up so I'm looking down at him. I can smell his sweat and make a point of sniffing him, right near his face. I'm full, I don't need to feed, but I do hunger for something. He's intoxicating and I can still smell his blood where it's soaking into the sheets. His body will be bruised and sore in the morning and he's going to remember this night for a long, long time.
"No." Ryo tensed and moved back, as far from me as he could go without laying down on the bed, which would be a vast psychological mistake on his part. "I d-d-don't want to." His voice was strong and firm, much stronger than I'd given him credit for, and he pulled the blanket to cover himself. "This was just a one time thing."
I don't want to listen to him, I just want to smell him and look at him. He's so lovely. What would he look like when washed and fed properly? I would dress this boy in fine silks and...what am I thinking? He's just a mortal! But I can't help myself from leaning down, closer and Ryo falls back on one elbow in a vain effort to keep away from me. His hair hangs away from his face, revealing how lovely he is, how truly innocent.
He's still bleeding; just a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth where he'd bitten himself that was dripping down his chin. I leaned in more and he froze. He knew he was too weak to fight. I was almost kissing him, but...no...this was no night for stolen kisses. I want something different.
Ryo doesn't resist, I doubt he has strength to do anything but hold the precious money, but he turned his face away when I put one hand on his chest. I can't help myself. "You are so warm." I whispered, unsure if I'm talking to him or myself. His bronze skin feels like there's a fire burning beneath it.
"Y-you're cold." Ryo replied, unable to look at me.
I won't delude myself and say that he's smitten with my handsome face. He reeks of fear and he still smells of sex. I know he's afraid I'm going to hurt him. I will, perhaps, but not tonight. He to fragile and I detest hunting weakened prey.
I ran my hand across his cheek and up to his ear. Ryo closed his eyes and waited for what he believed would happen. I felt, under my hand that was still on his chest, that he sucked in a breath and held it. I don't think I want Sh'ten to meet Ryo. Sh'ten would like Ryo's vulnerability.
"You didn't see me." I told Ryo softly, whispering into his ear. It was so tempting to run my tongue along his ear, but that would ruin my concentration. "You did what you came here to do, but you will not remember. You have your money, nothing else matters." I can feel Ryo relaxing, against his will. I inherited my mother's power of suggestion, a talent all of her people possessed, and, since Ryo is all ready exhausted both mentally and physically; he's no match for me.
The tension drifted out of him and Ryo very slowly allowed himself to lay back on the bed, completely at ease. It looks like he's sleeping, but I know better.
"There's no need for you to worry about tonight, Ryo." I ran my hand up his chest and over his collarbones, stopping only at his thin neck and I wrapped my hand around his it. It would be so easy to kill him now. "You have survived and nothing happened. You saw nothing that frightened you, other than the man who took you."
His will was, by then, firmly under my control. I could do anything I wanted with him. How very tempting. Kill him or rape him. I could do anything and he wouldn't resist me. I could make him enjoy it. For just a moment, I gave in and lowered myself so that my cheek was resting on Ryo's chest. He's so small. I could break him with one hand.
"You have to get away from here, Ryo. You want to be away from here. This is a bad place. You must get away."
I just wanted a taste of him. While he was laying under me, so lovely in the darkness with only the moonlight on his face, I stuck out my tongue and lapped the blood from his face. Carefully, I don't want to hurt him. Just one taste and...FIRE!
Like lava in my veins, he IS fire and he burned me! My mind went blank and I reeled back at the sensations that took over my body, wrapping my arms around myself, I staggered away from him.
Ryo's eyes open, still dazed by my talent over him, but he really doesn't see me or hear me.
I can't stand it! I think I screamed, but his blood roars in my veins and I can't hear anything but it. I feel like I'm on fire, my whole body is burning!
Ryo muttered to himself, "Get...away." As he stood up. "Must...get away." He paused long enough to pull his clothes on haphazardly, before quickly leaving. He didn't even pause to look at the body I'd left on the floor, but unthinkingly stepped over it. He didn't look at me, just staggered away.
I was left alone with the corpse, gasping for breath at the unspeakable taste he left with me, like Heaven and Hell all mixed into one and he's burning me! God's wrath and the fires of Hell mixed together in a lethal poison. Yes, he's all that and more and the stars are dancing before my eyes, I can't think straight! I have to leave. I had to go home! I wished myself back home, to the Youja Kai.
Arms were holding me. Safe, strong, familiar arms. I had to blink a couple of times before I saw Sh'ten looking down at me with worried eyes. "Anubis, wake up!"
I smiled and leaned into Sh'ten's strong arms. "He was so beautiful. I want him, Sh'ten. I want that beautiful firefly."
To be continued...