Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Circle of Blood ❯ Awakenings, Your Pain is My Pleasure ( Chapter 3 )

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Some warnings for this chapter would perhaps be in order I suppose... ^_^ : blood, gore and sadism, swearing, 'mild' yaoi/shonen-ai, near the this shit gets pretty disturbing/disturbed I think... -_-;

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Circl e of Blood - Chapter 3 (Awakenings, Your Pain is My Pleasure)
By: Azrael's Wing

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It's a bad start for a day when the first thing you feel is pain. It wasn't even the usual 'I drank too many Bloody Maries last night and I'm now suffering an infernal hangover size of the Tokyo' kind, oh no that would have been too easy. Instead it was pure, undiluted and mind numbing pain, the kind that makes you wonder what just what the fuck have you been doing. Not surprisingly, that's what was going on in Omi's head at the moment he woke up.

//Now what the hell happened to me last night? I feel worse than the time when I woke up after getting wasted finishing the mess with with my dad. The next evening I woke up tied up with several whip wielding nut cases from the club cuddled next to me, my skin colored black and blue. It was a quick cure for a hangover though, I'll have to admit that. The feeling of having gone through a meat grinder afterwards wasn't that nice side effect though... Unfortunately, that isn't too far from what I feel right now.//

As his scrambled brain finally starts to kick some synapses into working order, the situation finally begins to make some kind of sense, painful sense but sense none the less... Being beaten senseless with blunt objects would indeed make someone hurt like this, the fact that they had been just extremities of some goon squad instead of baseball bats... or whips was just a small and minor detail. One thing was sure though, he felt like hell, there was no doubt about that and he had bruises to match the feeling.

//Well, now at least I have some idea what happened, if only I could remember a bit more... Oh well, guess I'd better take a look around to see what's going on, as if things could get much worse anyway... Kuso, I hope I just didn't jinx myself!//

As Omi tried to take some notice of his surroundings, it did prove to be somewhat difficult, main problem being that everything seemed to be black. After few moments of near panic he realized he hadn't even opened his eyes yet, a proof that his marbles weren't indeed in a top condition after the beating. //Great, now it's official: I'm a moron!//

Omi would had even slapped his hand to his forehead... that is if he could have moved that hand an inch, or at all for that matter. //What the hell, I'm tied up or something? Right, I suppose that's to be expected since I'm captured and all...// Since trying to move his other hand and legs met the same difficulties, Omi could at this point sum up his situation pretty nicely.

//Ok, so I'm captured, tied up like I'm some friggin christmas present and feeling as if my body had been tenderized with a battering ram... covered with salt. I wonder what else could go wrong? Oh shit, I didn't think about that again, did I?//

Finally managing to open his eyes, his body decided to give him an another reminder of it's state again. It came in a form of a nice painfully throbbing headache, happy combined side-effect of bright lights and the impressive black eye he seemed to have. Taking a moment or two to get used to the new feelings of pain, he finally managed to dull those feelings just a bit, enough at least for him take a good look of his surroundings.

What he got was somewhat puzzling though, he wasn't in the kind of place he'd have expected to be in. An old dirty warehouse, a nice cell or perhaps even a motel room or another such classical place, those he could have easily understood. Instead it resembled more some kind of a strange hospital room, an unwanted remainder of Masafumi Takatori and his 'scientific' experiments. He never had liked hospitals after that.

This errant thought made chills run briefly down his spine as he remembered his older brother and his monsters. Omi franticly pushed those thoughts away from his mind, they weren't anything he'd like to think about now, especially in a situation like this...

Getting his mind back to the business he could see that the room was painted white from top to bottom in the usual hospital fashion, as if they couldn't imagine any other color, and was illuminated by numerous halogen lamps hanging from the ceiling. Taking a look at himself, he could see that he was bound tightly into a some kind of metal table. Numerous leather straps were fitted over his arms, legs and waist, making it impossible for him to move his limbs.

With nothing else to do Omi tried to take a better look of the area, twisting his head as much as he could from left to right in an effort to see something usefull. What he saw wasn't that helpfull as much as infuriating though.

Next to him he could see another such table, empty at the moment and between these two was located a small stand. On it were piled numerous odjects, including his spare darts and a tanto that was supposed to be hidden in his left boot. There also was a strange looking dagger next to them, somewhat familiar looking but he just couldn't remember from where or why at the moment.

After much of useles twisting and turning on the table, Omi had to accept the fact that all those useful sharp objects were clearly out of his reach. A fact that was annoying him a lot at the moment. //So close but so far... Kuso! They, whoever 'they' are must have put them there just to annoy me. Psychological torture my ass...//

Indeed, it wasn't a nice situation to wake up into, something that Omi's thoughts were processing at 'alarming' speed. //Kuso, what have I gotten myself into this time.

...Ok ok, lets think about this rationally. I'm good at that, right? I left Koneko's, removed some human waste on the way and finally got in the club, so far so good. After that I had some fun at the club, found Kojiro and seduced him. After that I of course had sex with him but what the hell happened after that? I vaguely remember getting beaten up by some morons in black uniforms but when and more importantly why?//

As Omi's memory was still quite messed up from the fight, and of course from repeated hits to his head, it took him a while to start finally remember what had happened. In the end it all came back to him, giving him back his memories of that night and soon making him wish that some of them hadn't come back at all, instead staying in whatever murky abyss they'd gone into.

//...it was Kojiro's scream that woke me up that night, just in time see those goons sneak in. I was so surprised that I think I acted only on my instincts. Even so, I think I managed to kill one of them... and maybe hurt some the others... but then the bastards ganged on me. Strange though, it took them a lot longer than I expected to knock me down... I didn't think I was that strong, they trained me to be a hacker not a frontline fighter after all...//

Thinking that, Omi's thoughts were distracted for a while, reminding him of these recent oddities in his body and mind.

//Another one of these changes I seem to be going through I suppose, my eyes, my dreams and my senses... Now it seems to be my body as well, I wonder whenever it's all going to end? Feh, there's no use to worry about it now I guess, I've got more important things to worry about. Like that night, as if wasn't there still something after that, after they beat me up?//

After a moment, the final memory of the night comes to Omi, last piece of the puzzle falling into it's place and making him soon wish that it hadn't. A bitter smile comes to his face as he remembers Kojiro fate. "Those bastards killed him," Omi whispers as his mind starts to recall all the 'nice' details he saw before he passed out.

"Just because he saw then! Hell, he had no idea what was going on but it didn't matter to them of course," Remembering his last thoughts before passing out, Omi can't but chuckle at bitter irony of them.

"I guess I really wasn't that good company to him..." Omi whispers, //Yet another death I seem to be responsible of, this time it an innocent life that was snuffed out because of me. It seems I must be cursed to bring death to this world, an Angel of Death as a white hunter indeed... My dreams must be prophetic, after all isn't white a color of death and mourning as much as black is? It is strangely fitting...//

Omi's depressive thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a sound of someone speaking. The sound is weak, obviously coming behind some kind of an obstacle but audible none the less, for him at least. Quickly deciding that any information is good information at this point, Omi drops his morbid musings and begins to listen keenly, hoping to hear something useful to the mess he's in and hopefully helping him to escape.

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"...is this kid anyway and why in hell do we have to babysit him? I'd figure there to be something more important to do for us, were elite mercs for fucks sake!" A young brash male voice complains loudly behind the door. //Must be a guard duty or something, he don't seem to appreciate it though...//

"Don't know, don't care. You should know by now this is a job where you don't ask unnecessary questions rookie," Says another voice. An older, cynical and quite tired sounding voice responds to the complaints of the younger man.

"What the hell! The bosses around here can't be that bad... can they Kaze?" //Bosses? Now this is starting to sound interesting.//

"Hell, you're really clueless about this place, aren't you! Ok, let me tell you something kid, I don't know what kind of missions you did before you came to this place but now you're in dangerous business. Those guys up stairs aren't your usual bastards in suits, we can be made disappear just as easily that kid down there, you better believe that." //...!//

"Shit, you're kidding, aren't you?"

"Wish I were rookie, I really wish... Now, here's a hint for you: Never, ever fuck up a mission if you're working for Mr White. If you do so, you might as well be finished in this place. Around here you can take that quite literally sometimes, if you get what I mean." //Oh, what nice place this is...//

"...the hell! Who the hell is that nut case?" //That's something I'd like to know as well, thank you very much...//

"That nut case, as you so nicely and eloquently put it, is one the Triad. I'd figure that even you might have heard of them kid. I think his name is Yusanori and he's the most soulless son of bitch I've ever seen in my life!" //Triad, what the hell is that? Something to do with Esset?//

"Fuck!"

"Yeah, that about sums it rookie."

"What about the others, aren't there supposed to be three of them in this fucking Triad of theirs?"

"Well, as for the others, lets just say that pray whatever you can that you'll never get to the bad side of Black lady. Better yet, that you'll never have to work for her... or even get her attention."

"Black lady?"

"Lady in Black, otherwise known as Helena Fleisch, she's the scariest woman, or a human being for that matter that I've ever seen. As far as Yusanori goes, that's Mr White for you, he might just fire you or kill you but that black hearted bitch is hundred times worse." //Oh great, this is just getting better and better. What's next, couple of oni's and Satan himself?//

"How the hell can she any be worse!?"

"Simple, whatever White does it's over quickly, whatever it is that happens to you. But with her... I've heard she takes pleasure in torturing people to death, even up to drinking their blood while their still alive and screaming... If Nataku doesn't have soul, Fleisch has a one so dark and twisted not even hell would accept it." //I knew shouldn't have said that, me and my big mouth!!//

There's a brief pause and then rookie continues with a weak voice. "What about Re..."

His question is interrupted by a sound of phone ringing and the conversation stops as the older guard answers to it. "This is Sargeant Honda Kaze reporting from Laboratory Holding Cell 1." //Laboratory Holding Cell, what the hell is that exactly and better yet, why I'm in a one? ...and do I really want to know?//

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"No, there hadn't been any problems. The prisoner seems to have been behaving himself." //Sure, as if I'd do anything while being wrapped up like a christmas present...//

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"Yes sir, we'll prepare for them, there will no problems." //Prepare for who, what, where? This is really starting to annoy me.//

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"Very well, sir. Kaze over and out..."

There's a long pause until the younger one speaks breaking the silence.

"What the was that all about man? You look as if you'd seen a ghost."

"Worse than that rookie, we've just got double whammy. Black and White are coming down here bringing in a new prisoner. We're supposed to help them." //Both of those nut cases?! Don't these happy surprises never end?//

"Oh fucking hell!" //Amen to that...//

"Took words right out of my mouth rookie, now stay sharp as they're coming soon..."

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As the conversation fades away, Omi's senses return their attention back to his body, painfully reminding him of it's less than perfect state. Strangely though, it doesn't feel nearly as bad as it had felt before, almost as if his body had been fixing itself while he was listening those two.

Omi is unnerved by that thought, it's supposed to be impossible after all. But on the other hand he can't but to wonder about it none the less. No human body should be able to heal itself at that speed from the damages it had taken, no matter how well trained it might be. And if it took this long to fix itself, how badly hurt must he have been in the first place, shouldn't he be dead or paralyzed after taking such a beating?

These thoughts finally made Omi realize just how strong his body had become. //What the hell, I can hardly be normal human anymore, can I? Oh... sure, I knew there were people with strange abilities and such. Schwarz comes to mind and of course there were Masafumi's experiments, but where in the hell could I have got these... powers?//

Trying to figure out when these strange abilities had started to come up, he realizes it all comes back to a certain day. The day when the Weiss had fought against the Schwarz and Esset elders at their... ceremony. It really started when I saw whatever it was that possessed Sakura-chan, it was the eyes... //In the chamber of summoning a moment of rapport with that daemon, or whatever it was, started this. Ever since I've had those dreams... The changes and new abilities began to appear soon after them.

Only thing I had to worry before was my interest with blood. It was because of that I began to use the arrows and darts as my main weapon when they trained me. Of course there was the Persia's gift... but I never used them in a real fight, afraid of what it would invoke in me...

But what am I then? Think Omi, think! You're supposed to be the smart one of the team. Let's see now: eyes changing color, dreams of blood and death, senses becoming sharper and to the top of it now it seems that my body is becoming stronger. Of course there my strange craving for blood as well but... wait a moment, blood!? Dreams of it? This is starting sound as if I'm becoming some kind of a...// Suddenly feeling the need to vocalize this incredulous thought, Omi yelped his conclusion out loud. "I'm turning into a freaking vampire?!"

An involuntary chuckle escapes from his lips after he vocalizes the incredulous thought. //Hell, it would explain lot about me AND my family. Having the lot of then turn into basket cases like they did, myself and Persia included I suppose, would require something little extra, more than simple human blood.//

After entertaining that thought for a while Omi's common sense tries to invade his thoughts, in the end having very little success though. //What the hell am I thinking, vampires? There aren't such things... right? Then again, there aren't supposed to be psychics assassins or demon summoning rituals that work either so...//

Omi would have continued this line of thinking little longer but it was suddenly interrupted as his ears picked faint sounds of footsteps coming outside the room. Remembering that his captors were to bring in an another prisoner, Omi decided to act unconscious for the time being. Closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing, he hoped to avoid any attention from his captors for the time being.

As the sound of footsteps came closer and closer, Omi suddenly had to fight an urge to shudder as he remembered just who were supposed bring the prisoner, those two insane members of this so called Triad...

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A sound of door opening told Omi that his visitors had finally arrived. All that he heard for a while were the grunts and groans of physical labor, sounds of securing the other prisoner into the table besides him. The sounds of creaking leather told him that he or she was being tightly secured with restraints similar to his but there still was no hint of the identity of his captors.

It wasn't until his fellow prisoner was secured tightly that Omi heard voice of someone. It was cold and clinical, somehow reminding him of Brad Crawford from the little he had heard the man, but even he had been more alive than this man. This mechanical voice reminded him more of a machine than a man, making shivers run through his spine with its inhumanity.

"I hope you are planning to take better care of these two than you took of the Oracle, we don't need any more losses. I am well aware of your methods and interests Helena, I would hate to be the one to tell master that you were the one to ruin the best chance we're ever going to get," To Omi's ears this voice had a strange mix of annoyance and amusement within the mechanical tone. Almost as if this man had to force himself to voice these, or for that matter any kind of emotions.

Then he heard the voice that answered to these comments. It couldn't have been more different in comparison, for where as where as the man's voice had been cold and mechanical, the voice of the woman that answered was quite the opposite. So much in fact that if the man would remind him of a machine, then this woman gave him an impression more of an animal instead of a human being. Deceptively soft and having an almost noticeable tone of... purring in it, it reminded Omi of a some kind of a feline, while still remaining a voice of a human. This must have been the feared Lady Black, Helena Fleisch...

"Oh please, don't worry about it. As if I'd do anything to disturb our chances for finally gaining the serum, I want it as much as anyone. This boy is quite safe from me and my... appetites, same cannot be said of the other one though. He really isn't a necessity anymore. That group of his really isn't that much use for us anymore and the information gained from my 'session' with the Oracle clearly proves it. Even you cannot deny the efficiency of my methods, however distasteful they may be to you."

There's a sound mocking chuckle from the man at that point, something that the woman seemed more than happy to ignore as she continued.

"Really, I just don't see why I can't enjoy this one. He could quite easily handle my type of fun much better than the other one, that ability of his is useful to something after all."

The man didn't seem to hold those thoughts in high value though, this clearly shown by his responce to Helena's comments.

"Hmph, do as you wish Helena. I am assuming that you still have masters permission to do this. Not even you could be as foolish to go against his wishes, no matter what deranged hobbies you practice in your spare time. As long as the project proceeds in schedule you can do as you like. Just remember to clean up when you're done, I don't like to loose my footing into a pool of blood if I come to visit this place sometime."

This voice hadn't lost any of it's coldness during it's commentary, making it quite clear him that this other speaker would be no other than the infamous Mr White. Apparently there was some internal rivalries between the members, something that he could perhaps take advantage of. If only he would be in a situation to do so that is, being tied to a operating table isn't exatly a position of power, more like a reverse of that...

There was a sound of footstes going away, apparently leaving the cell, but suddenly the sound stopped again and he heard the man speak once more with his cold voice.

"Oh, one last thing Helena. I doubt that you'll enjoy your new pet that much. After all, you enjoy causing pain to your 'pets', to make them suffer greatly. Since this one does not feel pain at all, your enjoyment may fall a bit short of the usual. The suffering of your victim feels is a large part of your enjoyment, is it not?" His last words were said in a tone that was undeniably smug, even if it was coming from that seemingly cold shell of a man.

After that there was a sound of door opening and closing but Omi kept his act going on, sensing that the woman was still in the room. A belief that was proven right soon enough as she started a monologue, as if speaking to her seemingly unconscious prisoners.

"Oh that infernal man, trying to take away my fun is he? <giggle> Don't worry, I'll make sure that you'll be able to feel the delicious pain, little guinea pigs. After all, I'd be so terribly unfair of you to miss such a wonderful feeling. I'm sure that I can make things 'right' for you in no time, just you wait..."

Suddenly the clicking sound of high heels came closer to Omi, making him worry that she might have seen through his ruse. Thankfully, his fears were unfounded as the woman continued her disturbed monologue.

"...And as for you, our little project, you may be safe for now but that won't last long, only as long as you're useful for master I'd say. Of course, there still may be fates worse than me, something that you will come to realize under the care of Doctor Nalim. Now there's an interesting man indeed, even I could learn something from him."

Suddenly Omi felt her glowed hand on his cheek, stroking it almost fondly and forcing Omi to fight down shudders. Whispering to his ear, she continued. "I do hope you survive his administrations little one, for a little while at least, 'cause I'd like to have more than little taste of you as well..." After saying that she suddenly bites down on Omi's earlobe, making him bleed slightly. Then, he feels as she licks the drops of blood away with delicate strokes of her tongue. Fighting down his reactions, Omi simply jerks a bit, forcibly keeping up his unconscious appearance. The woman doesn't seem to notice anything out of ordinary, being in her own dreamy fantasy world.

Finally her hand leaves Omi's face and she backs of, making Omi almost sigh in relief. The now familiar clicking sound starts to go further and further away from him, weakening until he hears the door opening again. While walking out of the cell she starts to giggle, seemingly unable to hold her amusement in check, and soon these giggles turn into full fledged maniacal laughter. As the door closes behind her Omi can still hear the laughter of this insane woman as she walks away from his prison, just leaving the echoes of its chill sound behind.

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As the remains of the laughter fade away Omi finally has chance to relax, or at least in comparison to the previous situation that is. Thinking of the hints he gained for his predicament and the identity of his companion, it is quite obvious to him who it is. Figuring that I'd be best to confirn it before doing anything else, Omi opens his eyes and turns his head to look at the table left of him.

It was as he'd expected, tied to the table was no one else but Farfarello, the berserker of Schwarz. Now that he has a chance, Omi takes a good look at him, observing him much more closely than he ever had a chance, in the heat of the battle a close examination would have been quite impossible.

Surprisingly, Farfarello doesn't really look that much older than Omi, few years perhaps, but it is the numerous scars and that eye that make the difference. It's them that give him the foreboding look that he has, making him seem older than his years. In a fight they would be the first thing to notice of course, shocking as they are, but seeing the man like this... Seemingly calm and at peace, it really takes away the edge from him.

It also made Omi think something he would previously dismissed without a second thought. This look of peace, especially after knowing it was false, made the berserker look strangely attractive to Omi. It made him think how cute he looked like that, and wonder what really was hidden under that mask the man wore...

If he'd had such a thought before he would have probably keeled over in shock, now though it wasn't that strange idea for some reason, a fact that he tried to process right now. //The berserker attractive... Now there's a thought that would knock out the rest of Weiss, if only I'd be in a situation where I could tell it to them. Here I am, captured be some lunatics and what I'm thinking is Farfarello's good looks. <chuckle>//

The absurdity of the this whole situation brought a brief bark of laughter from Omi's throat, a sudden sound that seemed to wake the subject of his musings as he saw a single golden eye suddenly fix on his face. A sudden waking up that happened far too fast to be real. //Hmm, I guess I wasn't the only one to act unconscious... Interesting, there indeed seems to be more than the expected about you...//

In this kind of a situation there was only one thing he could do and that was...

"Hi there Farfie." ...greet his new psychopathic roommate of course.

"Bombay..." Farfarello didn't say anything else, just kept glaring at Omi with his single golden eye, clearly annoyed of Omi's mangling of his name.

"What! ...Bombay? That's all I'm gonna get? I'd imagine you'd greet your new roommate with little more enthusiasm." //Let's see how he deals with someone who isn't intimidated so easily. Heh, this might be fun... Hell, there isn't much other entertainment around here, isn't there?//

The look on Farfarello's face would have been worth of an album of pictures, his surprise to Omi's glib response leaving his jaw hanging wide open. It was logical reaction though, not many would engage in such barter with psychopathic assassin. Such a response from the youngest member of the Weiss would be quite a shock to this irish madman, effectively scrambling his brains for a moment.

Once Farfarello got his brain back to its so called working order he was understandably a wee bit puzzled of this responce. "...are you mad? You do realize who you're talking to Bombay? Then again, madness hurts god but..." Farfarello trails off, mumbling about hurting god. Strangely, these mumblings didn't seems as 'natural' as those Omi had heard before, lacking something in them and making him wonder just how insane this man was. They also made him wonder how real had they been before, another thing to think about while in this prison.

//Hmm, I wonder. Is he really as mad as he seems? He is mad of course, but I don't think he's always as bad as he likes to people think though. I think my 'unnatural' reaction shocked him, made him lose his mask a bit. I wonder... What is he like under those masks he likes to wear? Perhaps I can find out, lets get digging! <giggle>//

"Oh, I don't know. You tell me, you're more of an expert about that I'd think. Then again, what would that really mean, can't someone insane act quite sane and vice versa? Who's insane and who's not, where do the masks end and insanity begins." Omi gave Farfarello an impish smile. "I don't think you're quite as incoherent as you'd like people to think... Jei."

Hearing that name Farfarello's gaze turns even more intense if possible, his original name obviously a sore spot for him. "How do you know that name!?" Farfarello growls at Omi. "...not that it matters anyway, he's dead, Jei's DEAD! God killed him... and I will hurt god that!" Farfarello yells the last words, grinding them through his teeth as if they were something he wished to turn into dust.

Undisturbed by this sudden outburst Omi simply continues smiling as he answers the question with a cheerful tone of a voice. "Is he really? How can you be so sure? ...and as for knowing of him... I'm the hacker and strategist of the team after all, it was my job to research you after we run into you the first time. How interesting reading material it was... Quite colorful indeed. "

Smile on Omi's face disappears as he continues with a more serious tone becomes.

"Jei's dead you say... Remember what I said about masks we wear? I'd say Jei's as dead as Mamoru Takatori is and however dead he is, he's likely to rise from the whatever grave he might have been put into... Heh, who indeed knows the future? Not God, that's for sure..."

Puzzled over the apparent change of topic Farfarello can't help but to voice a question. "What has the Takatori's dead son have to do with this. He is dead, isn't he? Dead long time ago, they told me so when we worked for Takatori I think..."

That irritating little smile once again on his face Omi answers back, eagerly expecting the other man's reaction to his words. "Dead? Really? Then I suppose I really am one of the living dead after all, that would explain many things indeed..." Omi trails off, amusement clear in his voice.


It takes few moments for Farfarello to connect the dots and couple more mange a understandable responce. Finally some pieces of a bigger puzzle seem to fit together as Farfarello remembered bit and pieces from conversations his team mates had in the past. Being the madman of the group had meant that they really wouldn't tell him anything but the necessary things, what he remembered though did agree with what Bombay, no... Mamoru had said. That didn't make his reaction any less shocked though.

"Mamoru Takatori, Reiji's son... you?!"

Clearly amused of Farfarello's shocked reaction, Omi keeps smiling but his strange purple eyes hold a different kind of emotion. Something far closer to the one found in Farfarello's eye, only more refined and perhaps a bit more in control. As Omi responds to the half exclamation half question, the tone of his voice remains the same as before, look in his eyes however gives it a strange and creepy quality it lacked before.

"Oh yes, a real kick in pants isn't it. Think about it, just how much it would hurt god to kill ones own family. Not many get to do that but I... I killed one of my brothers by myself you know, we even killed Masafumi twice, the bastard just couldn't stay dead... and of course, I was there when Abyssinian sliced Reiji wide open with that nice katana of his. What a happy family we are... or were at least..."

"Killing family hurts god... But for you, member of the Weiss to kill yours... Aren't your kind, the Weiss, supposed to be the heroes. The white knights hunting the evil in the night?" The last word were spat out as if they'd leave bad taste to the madman's mouth, tainting it with its purity.

Omi's smile turns sour as he thinks about Farfarello's bitter words. //Heroes? Hardly... killers, that's what we are. Perhaps we kill to protect those that are innocent, perhaps just to fill our own lust for blood, it doesn't matter in the end. I'm no white knight, perhaps I'm a red knight instead, drenched in the blood of my enemies and looking for more. I might kill to protect the innocents but is any innocent really worth of killing for, perhaps not but I do not care anymore...//

"Hmph, heroes? White knights? As if, we're killers plain and simple. The others might still believe in what you said of us but I don't. I don't see us any different from Schwarz anymore, we simply kill for different reasons, that's all. Murder is murder, death is death. It doesn't matter what you kill for, it taints you none the less. I should know, I've done it long enough."

Having said what was on his mind, Omi continues in baiting Farfarello... No... Jei even further in hopes of seeing past his shields.

"Of two of us, as insane as you may be, am I really that different? Can someone who's been trained to be a killer for a decade be that sane anymore, think of that... Jei."

Farfarello indeed seemed to think of this as he digested what he'd just heard. Trying to accept that one of the Weiss' little kittens might be more like them, like the Schwarz, was difficult. As his mind trying to unravel that puzzle Farfarello asked Omi one more time... "Why do you insist on calling me Jei? He is dead and gone isn't he? Lost due the false god..." But this time there was none of the usual anger present, only deep puzzlement, as he tried to figure out what was going on.

The new smile on Omi's face wasn't as mocking as it had been before, you could almost call gentle and the look in his eyes was unreadable. When he answered the question his voice seemed to lack the usual sarcasm, in a way maching his voice with the look in his eyes.

"Why? Perhaps simply because was your name... It still IS your name. You say that god killed him, perhaps stole his name. Wouldn't it then hurt god to resurrect him, take the name back and use it again. You call yourself Farfarello because this false god but aren't you just honoring his name by this? We both may have lost our true names because of actions of others, that doesn't mean that they'll have to remain lost forever...

Our current names are but mask, something others have given or forced upon us. Why should we honor these bonds and chains they've made us wear? I think can see past yours masks, can you see past mine? Can you see beyond Omi Tsukiyono, Jei? Can you see who I really am, what I really am?

As his tired body once again began to fall asleep, Omi had one last amusing thought. He looked at Farfarello to the eye his usual smile on his face and said his last comment before he passing out.

"Oh, and if you were wondering what was amusing me back then... I realized that you look really cute while you're asleep." And at that, Omi fell unconscious, leaving behind one bewildered, and for some reason blushing, madman to mull over the things he said...

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The Second time Omi woke up wasn't that much of an improvement for the first time. After all, when the wake up call comes in a form of a backhand that rattles your teeth, you really need a better roomservice. Then again, this place didn't have much of a room service and the bedside manners weren't that great either, clearly demonstrated by the mean and ugly bastard yelling into Omi's ear right now.

Things didn't get any better afterwards. A full brigade of guards, clearly ordered to take him somewhere as the 'where' quite undefined, were waiting for him. Remembering the words of certain she demon, it was quite likely that they'd be taking him to this so called Doctor Nalim, a fate that he'd rather avoid if possible. Unfortunately avoiding anything right now would be quite hard, wrapped up like a christmas present but instead of ribbons he had steel chains, as wonderful the idea might sound at the moment.

As fighting against all those guards would be an effort in futility, Omi decided to go along and obey the orders he was given, for now at least, and look for a chance to escape if he would have such luck. Stepping out of the door for the first time was somewhat anticlimatic experience in overall, the place was so generic you wouldn't know what diraction to go. It simply lead into a long hallway peppered with doors from left to right, wall painted white of course and the doors had nice coat of festive gray. There wasn't even anything to hint of the floor he might be in or a window to look out of, something like that might have been useful if he'd ever manage to escape from those shackles of his.

Following not so nice orders and even less nice 'guiding', Omi was eventually led towards a single door at the end of the hallway. The door was nothing special, another sturdy metal door painted grey, but into it was painted in clear and precise letters: Dr Talim. Taking a quick look of his captors, Omi saw that they weren't exactly overjoyed to be here either, something that reinforced his opinion of not wanting to go in there. Unfortunately, his opinion didn't matter that much as one of the men quickly opened the door and pushed him in as fast as he could, sending him sprawling to the rooms floor.

Two pale and sweating guards followed right behind him, closing the door behind them. They remained next to the door though, unwilling to go any further into the room than necessary. He wasn't alone in this room with them though, there was someone else there, sitting behind a desk and busily writing up something. So far the man had been seemingly uninterested of his visitors, ignoring them in exchange for whatever he was doing. It was something Omi hoped wouldn't change as long as he was here.

Being ignored for the moment, something that Omi gave silent thanks to whatever was favoring him, he then took a quick look of the place, hoping to gain some hint of what was going on...

The place was larger than he had expected, not that it did any favors to it, it still looked like some mad scientists laboratory. Then again, that's what it most likely was anyway, so it wasn't so big deal, only a confirmation of his suspicions. Numerous strange machines covered the walls and parts of the ceiling. Where there weren't any machines, there were cabinets full of things he likely didn't want to know of. In the middle of the room there was a shiny steel platform that seemed to be just waiting for him, as much as he hoped othervise, and his dread increased at this sight.

"Damm, do they have some kind of fetish for metal tables or something around here." //Kuso, did I say that out loud again, I don't think I'd like the answer anyway,// Omi really hadn't expected an answer to his question, he got it none the less to his horror.

A dry and vaguely amused voice answered Omi from behind the table. "<chuckle> Oh, there's a quite good reason for those metal tables, after all they are suitably hard to escape from and easy enough to clean. My experiments do tend to cause a bit of a mess, I'm sure you do understand my boy."

Omi paled as he turned his gaze towards the voice. //Me and my big mouth!//

The man behind the desk had by now risen from his chair and was walking to Omi slowly, thus giving him a chance to observe him. It was an opportunity that Omi tried to gain most of.

What he saw though wasn't really all that much: A man of mid-eastern descent, average height and slightly overweight. He had gray hair with a large bald spot on the top, clearly a man past of his middle age. With his plain white labcoat and almost forgettable face he didn't really seem that dangerous, more like some friendly family doctor or such. It was a belief that Omi didn't believe in at all. After all, every one here seemed to some kind of a nutcase, this 'doctor' wouldn't be an exception to that, that was for sure.

It was really the eyes that told of his true nature to Omi. Someone who lives and deals most of his life with killers and madmen eventually learns to recognize such, he was a professional after all. Of the many that Omi had seen in his life, this one remainded him much of his dead brother Masafumi. To a one such as this everything was an experiment, a toy to take apart to see how it would work. Mechanical or alive, human or an animal, it wouldn't matter in the end at all. To those eyes it would be one and the same, something to play with, something to experiment with... A useful tool at the most, a discarded plaything more often.

Suddenly Omi was shaken out of his thoughts as Nalim gave orders to the two men standing besides the door, motioning them to grab Omi. "All right boys, why don't you fix my new specimen to the table so we can get started, I do have a job to do you know."

As soon as Nalim gave the order, the two men took hold of Omi by his shackles and literally dragged him to the metal table. At this point Omi tried to fight them off, realizing that anything would be better than this madmans experiments, unfortunately even though he gave quite a struggle it was to be no use. They threw him to the table and zapped him with a tazer, stunning him for long enough to remove his shackles and tie him tighly to the table.

Thanks to this, when Omi woke up some time later he was greeted by the unsavory sight of Nalims face, far too close for his comfort and breath smelling quite bad. Having finally had enough, this manhandling only being the last straw, Omi decided to give the 'good doctor' a piece of his mind in a most colorful way possible.

"You goddamm bastard! When I get my hands on you, I'll have you castrated, disemboweled and quartered. I'll boil what's left of your carcass, serve the remains to your friends with whipped cream on the top and defenestrate the rest! Then I'll..." As one could figure from this tirade, Omi had finally had enough of this mess he was in, unfortunately his host seemed only amused by his antics, smiling indulgendly at his caustic commentary.

"My my, what language from such a nice young man. As much as it amuses me, I really can't have any distractions during my experiments. If you two boys would be kind enough to hold him still while I look for something to keep him quiet..." Having said that Nalim went to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a device that looked like an odd mix of a gag and jaw breaker. As the guards held Omi still, Nalim showed this into Omi's mouth, stopping him in a middle of a rant concerning Nalims probable ancestors and their sexual practices, something that seemed to include anything from chimpanzees to demons from hell.

"Oh my, what a vocabulary this boy has. It's a shame I can't enjoy any further. Oh well, I guess I have a job to do. You can wait outside if you want, I'll call you back when I need you." Hearing that, the two guards seem to vanish in a blink of an eye, leaving grumbling Nalim behind, "Hmph, no one seems to appreciate my experiments around here..."

After a brief moment of lamenting on that, Nalim brightened considerably as he looked at the table bound Omi, "Then again, it's not as if they matter. I do have you here after all. Oh, I hope you don't mind speak a while I operate on you... No, of course you wouldn't mind, how silly of me. ...Right, enough of these silly ramblings of mine, lets get started shall we?" Nalim finished with a happy smile on his face.

What followed then was for Omi as close to hell on earth he'd ever known to be. Nalim wasted no time as he began to prod and probe Omi, the various instruments put in places not commonly used in medical examinations. It was almost as if this torture was meant to test his pain treshold as well, and were not for the gag in his mouth, Omi would have proved it quite effective by screaming his vocal cords into shreds.

His outward appearance wasn't that great either after those tests had gone for a while. The remains of Omi's outfit were cut into pieces and were covered in blood. There hadn't been a place or an aspect of Omi's body that Nalim hadn't been interested of, a fact that might had worried Omi somewhat were not the pain the only thing running through his mind at the moment. Thankfully though, Nalim's interest in Omi's body seemed to be purely scientific, if you can be thankful of such a thing, and wasn't interested in any other kind of 'examinations'.

On the bad side, Nalim seemed to be especially interested of Omi's new found regenerative abilities, eagerly cutting new wounds all over his body, then watching them knit themselves together at slow pace. All this time though he made sure that none of the wounds were lethal to him, and that Omi wouldn't lose too much of his blood. A fact that isn't really as beneficial as sounds when you're suffering the torture of thousand cuts.

Then again, the scalpels and knives weren't the only things that Omi got to experience on that table. Nalim seemed to have some more exotic experiments in mind as well, things that involved syringes full of strange liquids and different kinds of acids poured upon his bare skin. Thankfully his skin had become more than slightly resistant to these substances through his changes, the substances not being capable of doing much more to him but to cause mild burns. Those his body seemed to be quite capable handling, making them dissappear within minutes at most. Happily, this resistance also seemed to prevent any scarring this might have caused, not that it would be much of a reason to rejoice at the moment.

All this time Nalim scribbled into his notebook and mumbled of his own, something that Omi could pay very little attention to, due the haze of pain he under. As this proressed further, soon the only thing undamaged in and on him were his leather boots, becoming painted red as things progressed. It did seem that Nalim wasn't interested of his feets at least...

Finally the torture ended, thus giving Omi a moment of peace from the pain. Nalim walked back to his table, the notebook in hand, and sat down writing down whatever results he might have gotten from his 'experiments'.

As Nalim recorded his results Omi tried to relax, or at least dull the pain he was in. He could sense his body trying to purge itself from the poisons it had been injected, that and the slow regeneration of his physical wounds. The source of this internal healing still puzzled his mind, making him wonder once again where could these abilities come from, almost hoping that his wild guess would the truth. Perhaps it would give him a chance to give some payback to the 'nice' doctor.

Finally a sound of footsteps alerted Omi of once again of the approaching mad scientist. As the source of his pain came near to him once again, Omi looked at the happy smile on his face and made the correct deduction.

//Things can get even worse...!?// Omi though, color draining from his face, making it even paler than it was after all the bloodloss.

Nalim didn't seem to notice though... or perhaps he just didn't care about the look on Omi's face as he approached him. For the moment he passed Omi and went to a nearby stand, there choosing a large syringe from a pile of strange equipment. When he finally seemed to notice that Omi was aware of things, and not in pain induced haze, he began happily explaining what he was going to do to him.

"Now, in case wondering about this big syringe here, it's nothing to worry about. I'm just going to need a good sample of your blood. You wouldn't mind donating some for a good purpose, would you?" Waiting a moment as if axpecting an answer Nalim continues. "Of course you wouldn't, how silly of me to even ask. Now, don't worry, this should only sting a bit." Nalim commented as he plunged the needle deep into Omi's jugular vein.

Since the recent activities had hightened Omi's pain threshold considerably for the moment, the pain he felt from the intrusion wasn't that great, something that he was relatively happy of for the moment. In the end it didn't take very long for the syringe to fill with blood and soon the needle left his throat, leaving even more weakened Omi behing.

Omi had hoped that this would be the end of his ordeal but unfortunately it wasn't to be so... Almost falling asleep due the cumulative bloodloss, Omi was suddenly jerked back from his daze as Nalim quickly grabbed his head and secured it tightly in place with straps similiar that rest of his body was bound with.

Again Nalim decided to share his plans with his not-so-voluntary patient. This time though, what he was planning wouldn't be so painless... or without consequences, something that Omi would find out soon enough.

"Now, I'm afraid I must do something bit more permanent to you, my dear boy." Saying that, the look on Nalim's face became closest to a remorse Omi had seen on the man but even so it was still annoyingly smug and patronising, as if talking to a pet instead of a human. "Since I'm going to need a tissue sample from you for future experiments, I will have to remova a certain body part from you. //WHAT!!!// You see, I have a kind of a hobby, everyone needs a one those, right? As it is, I'm a bit of collector and since your eyes are of such a peculiar color it would be a shame to let such a chance slip through my fingers, wouldn't it?"

At this point Omi began thrashing in his bonds, hoping to get far away from this madman, but unfortunately the straps were tightly bound and well made, therefore preventing Omi from doing anything else but to shake the table a bit. Seeing this, Nalim frowned as he searched for the right tools for this kind of a job. As he finally found them he just noted, "You really shouldn't worry about it, you'll still have the other one after all. You do want to further the progress of science, don't you?" and continued in his preparations unconserned of his thrashing 'patient'.

Finally everything in place, Nalim calmly placed a device on Omi's face designed to keep his right eye open no matter what he might do. That done, Nalim took few intruments from a nearby stand and stepped closer to Omi. As much as he tried to fight he couldn't do a thing as Nalim came next to him armed with those nasty looking instruments in his hands.

Accepting the inevitable Omi tried to steel himself for what was to come, but nothing could prepare him for the horrendous pain he felt as Nalim's instruments began to pull his eyeball out of the socket. He lasted long enough to feel something metallic to touch... something behind his eye, but then he suddenly felt enough pain to knock him unconscious in a blink of an eye. His mind taking a trip into the abyss, it left his body to Nalim's 'loving and tender' care...

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It was dark in the room. The lights had been turned off, perhaps because it was night in the outside world but there was now way to know for real in the room. There were no windows on the walls or a clock standing nearby, none the less he seemed to sense it somehow, by some strange instinct it seemed. Once again his body had learned a new trick but by now Omi wasn't that surprised about it, it had become quite common these days after all.

Using his remaining eye he could see outlines of objects barely, something that most people shouldn't be able to do in total darkness at all. Turning his head to the left he could see Farfarello sleeping on a the table besides him. Though not as bloodied as Omi, he seemed to be quite damaged none the less. Wounds all over his body, his clothing in tatters. Fleisch had no doubt have been having fun with the man, something he could relate right now after having gone through his ordeals with Nalim.

//Relate indeed,// Omi mused as he though of his other eye, or perhaps the lack of it as it was. They really were a matching pair now weren't they, two cyclopean madmen used for fun and games by those even crazier than themselves.

The pain from the empty socket had dulled somewhat since he had lost his eye to the doctor, or perhaps because of his body, or mayby he'd just grown accustomed to pain. That really was irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was that he had lost it... lost it to a mad scientist who'd probably store it into a some jar like a pickle. Another mememto for this modern day Joseph Mengele he'd visited.

Omi growled as he thought of the pain and suffering he had gone through here, in his hands. In the end Nalim's 'experiments' had been the last straw that broke the camels back. Normally able to hide his anger and hatred behind the ever present masks he wore, it wasn't possible for Omi anymore. Now he couldn't care less of what others would see. Nalim was someone he could hate quite freely, and were there a chance. he'd rip his throat open, with his bare teet if it were necessary. Nalim, he and the members this Triad were going to pay, he only needed to find a way but he would, no matter how hard it would be.

All these dark thoughts running through his mind, Omi had to put them into words somehow, vocalizing his dark desires and making them more real to him. His mind boiling, it didn't take long for him to explode. "Damm it all, I'd sell my soul the devil for a chance to rip that smug bastard in to pieces!" Omi yelled at the dark room, not really expecting a responce, but none the less he got one.

Suddenly an amused voice was echoing trough Omi's mind, talking to him as if it had heard those words, even though there was no one else but Farfarello near by.

:: Really, Kitten? It seems then that I wasn't wrong about you after all, :: Drawled the amused voice, clearly sounding happy about something.

Trying to locate the source of this voice, Omi looked all around him, half thinking that he'd just become more crazy than he already was. Then he noticed something, there seemed to be something on wall right front of him. At first look it almost looked like an ordinary shadow, only slighly darker than others. Then it started growing from the wall, expanding into an human, or at least humanoid form. Finally, stepping out of it and into the room was a tall form of a man, his clothes obscured by the shadows of the room. The only thing Omi could really see of this... man were his eyes. Hidden behind glasses as they were, he could see the yellow irises glowing in the darkness of the room...

"W-who a you?" Omi whispered weakly as his mind tried to comprehend this strange situation. He couldn't be sure that he wasn't hallucinating at this point. So much had happened to him that he could easily doubt his already unstable sanity, this was just the icing on the cake.

The stranger stepped closer to Omi, just close enough for him to barely see his face, and answered to Omi's question with a lopsided smile on his face. "Who am I? You can call me Alucard I suppose and I'm here to offer you the chance you just wished for, that all. Not that I'll need your soul... Heh, the only thing you'd loose would be your humanity, that is if you're willing to take my offer..."

Taken back by this sudden offer, Omi was somewhat apprehensive. It's not often that someone offers to have your wish fulfilled, especially if it was this kind of a wish. It really seemed to be too much of coincidence for Omi to take all this in face value.

On the other hand though, if the price was indeed what the man said, he wouldn't have much to loose in this bargain. Before he would answer yes or no though, he'd ask few questions first. Hopefully, whoever this... being was, he'd be willing to give an answer or two.

"What exatly are you, and what are you offering? I figure that there would be some things I'd be unwilling to do. //Whatever they might be, don't really know...// Why would you offer something like that to me anyway? I don't think it's just a coincidence that you're here..." Omi finishes suspiciously, glaring at Alucard.

Hearing this, the man simply smiles wider and laughes a bit before answering to the questions. "Very good Kitten, this isn't indeed isn't a coincidence. It just took me longer than I expected to find you, after they captured you that is. Othervise I would gotten here before that fool played with you. Heh, sorry about that..." Alucard comments, though the grin on his face doesn't really seem all that remorseful.

"I am making this offer to you specificly... Mamoru Takatori. What for? That's something for you to find out Kitten. And as for what am I? You're a smart little Kitten, try to figure that one out yourself as well," Alucard finishes impishly and just keeps on smiling, clearly amused of Omi's befuddlement.

As he tried to rack his brain for some answers about Alucard's identity, something about his appearance started to look a bit odd to him. As if there was something unusual in it, something about his face or such, he just couldn't figure out what. Finally his gaze fell upon to the mocking smile on the mans face. It was then that it finally hit him. "The fangs... You're a... Vampire!?" Omi gasped, obviously surprised of this sudden revelation.

Soon after it though, Omi suddenly began to laugh out loud, his laughter having a somewhat hysterical tinge on it. After all, it's not every day that your strangest conclusions prove to be the right ones, even more so in a situation like this.

After his bout of hysteric laughter Omi looks once again at Alucard. A brief moment later Omi finally gives his answer to this... vampire. "Fine, I'll take up to your offer. It's not as if I'd have that much humanity left to take anyway. You must be aware of all that? You wouldn't be here to make that offer otherwise, I right am I?" Omi says with a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"You're right about that Kitten but perhaps not for the reason you might think of. There's far more to this than you're aware of, reasons for why even now you're more like one of us than a human. I don't even need your blood for the turning, mine is enough to do the trick. Will you take it, out of your own free will?"

Omi smiles weakly as he nods. "Yes, I haven't got anything to lose. A chance for a payback is easily worth more than my humanity. I'll make those bastards pay, I'll make them suffer..." Omi briefly trails off, his plans for future revenge running through his mind.

Hearing the words Alucard walks right next to him. Without a word he rips his wrist open with his fangs, the sleeve shredded in the process, and brings the open wound next to Omi's mouth, letting him feed on his blood. Tasting the warm blood on his lips Omi eagerly starts drinking it, noticing the rich flavor as it comes to his mouth. It tastes unlike any human blood he might have tasted before, accidently or othervise. As soon as it goes down his throat, it seems absorb into his body, soon coursing through his veins as if part of him. The subtle process of becoming more... or less human started, there was no way to stop it now... even if he'd wish to.

Suddenly Omi loses his newfound source of blood as Alucard pulls his hand back. For a moment Omi looks at him with an unvoiced question in his eye, but Alucard just chuckles before answering that question. "That is enough for now Kitten, you'll find other sources of vampire blood soon enough. Perhaps sooner than you might think..." Alucards muses briefly remembering a certain presence from the alley.

This said, Alucard suddenly begins to fade into the shadows, the effect almost reverse of how he appeared into the room. Just as Alucard's was almost compleately gone of the roon, Omi heard his voice in his head once again, its tone soothing him. :: Rest for now, it will take some time for your body to finish the changes. When you wake up next time you should be strong enough to do whatever you want with these fools. Have fun Kitten... ::

Hearing this in his mind Omi begins to fall asleep, unlike before though, this time he had a smile on his bloodstained lips. This smile on his lips Omi's body began its transformation, the slow paling of the skin the only clear sign of it. Beneath the skin though, there were no doubt more interesting changes going on. A conclusion that owner of a certain golden eye had reached as well.

He had seen the sudden appearance of Alucard, heard the conversation between the two men and was now looking at the slow change coming upon his roommates skin. As Omi slept peacefully, the berserker of Schwarz lied wide awake on his hard bed. His mind was trying to digest all that he had seen and heard during the night, perhaps even the conversation two of them had before. Foremost on his thoughts was something he was very certain of, but he also knew no reason for that certainty but he felt it none the less.

//That... vampire knew that I was awake, he must have known. A being that powerful couldn't have missed something like that. So why did he let me see that... and why do my thoughts always return back to the Weiss kitten... That's what he is, isn't he? A white hunter and not a beast of the night like I. But I can't help but wonder... // That thought in mind, Farfarello fell asleep and began to dream whatever a madman like him would ever dream of, of blood and tears of a god no doubt. This time though he wasn't alone in his quest, a red angel of death was by his side, sheltering him in his crimson enbrace...

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Omi was smiling, and it wasn't in a any way nice smile. It was more of 'I'll kill you, feast upon your entrails and then hold a nice ball to celebrate your early death' kind of smile, something that of course could be expected of someone having gone through what Omi had. The real difference between Omi and that hypothetical someone else? It would have been this: where as that someone else could only dream of doing those unnameable things to whoever he or she might wish to kill, main or mutilate, Omi at this point was quite capable and more than willing to do those things in any way possible.

This was enabled by the changes Omi had went through in the night, as numerous as they were... Most were just on his body, though there were some changes within his mind as well, things that came with his change into a something that saw itself above the common human cattle. If you become a member of a race that more often than not sees humans as nothing else than something lower in the food chain, one should expect some mental adjustments.

Omi of course had noticed these changes as soon as he had woken up. He knew how his way of thinking had changed but he really didn't mind, how could he, as he had willingly become what he now was. Unlike the most, he had been fully aware of what he was agreeing into, it hadn't really been that much of a change for him at all. He had been a killer before, now at least he could be more economical. Business, pleasure and food in the same package, not a bad deal really.

Something else that Omi had been more than happy to notice was that he once again had a full set working eyes. It was something he really was grateful for his new state of being. As hot as Farfarello might look, he had no real desire to mimic his appearance that badly.

His new eye felt a bit strange though, as if it wasn't just a normal eye but something more. Sometimes he would see strange things with it, perhaps ghosts or spirits, he didn't know what they were. There seemed to plenty of them around these cells though. Perhaps they really were spirits of those tortured and killed here before he came. If so, perhaps they were happy of the plans he had, giving him their silent blessings and support.

Aside these strange sights though, his new eye was as good, or maybe even better than his original one. There really seemed to be many benefits when you become an undead...

The more cosmetic changes would be hard to see right now, not that they mattered at the moment. He could deal with the way he looked later, it was more important to know what his body would be capable of. It was also something Omi was quite eager to test on his captors, his mind already imagining the things he would do to Nalim.

His body did feel much stronger now than it had before, something he had tested on his bonds. As they had snapped apart like wet pieces of paper when he had stretched a bit, it was pretty obvious that they wouldn't hold him in place anymore. None the less, he had decided to stay on his 'bed' for now, just to give a nice surprise to his captors when they would eventually arrive. He would really enjoy seeing the looks on their faces when he would rip them apart. Omi just couldn't resist at smirking at that thought, it was something he really was looking forward to.

Suddenly he heard a familiar sound of footsteps aproaching to room. They were coming closer and closer by every second, each step bringing them closer to their doom. He forced himself to be as still as possible, hoping to give his captors as big surprise as possible. After a surprisingly long wait, the door finally opened, letting a group of humans in. Hearing two pairs of boots coming closer, Omi figured that they were going to tie him up for a transfer once again. A shame that it wouldn't go like that anymore, things had changed since the last time and these guards... or whatever they were would be first to notice it... fatally.

Sensing them on both sides of him, Omi snapped his eyes open and lunged to the right at blinding speed. Omi's sudden movement caught the guards by surprise, and by the time they could react at all Omi was off the table and on the move. By the end of his leap Omi had already kicked one of the guards hard on the hip, shattering the 'poor' man's pelvic bone into little pieces in the process.

That man fell on the floor screaming, his mind incapable dealing with anything else but the pain. A moment later though, his screams and pain were mercifully stopped, by the Omi's boot impacting on the his head. The force of the blow was strong enough to crushs the skull like a rotten egg, splattering brains and gore all over the floor.

All of this had taken only few seconds, barely enough time for the other guards to react to Omi's attack. As Omi took some time to observe his enemies, the guard near him tried to attack at him. Trying to tackle him from behind, his attemp failed even to move Omi at all, not that Omi even noticed it as his eyes were fixed on Dr Nalim and his retinue. Stading near the door, their mouths hanging open.

His eyes still fixated on his nemesis, Omi absently took a hold of the guard behind him and threw him into a nearby wall. The man flew across the room like an arrow and crashed into the wall with a loud cracking noise. After that, the guard fell down to the ground into a mangled heap, giving no clue of wheather being dead or alive.

At this point even Nalim had noticed dangerous Omi now was. Acting on the better part of valour, he tried to run out of the door he had just come in. It was a move quickly intercepted by Omi though. Noticing the escape attempt, Omi was beside him in a blink of an eye. He grabbed Nalim from by his neck and threw him back into the metal 'bed', the impact creating a loud metallic noise. This throw knocked Nalim out for now, thus giving Omi enough time to deal with the remaining guards.

Still shocked by the surprising turn of events, they were soon quickly overpowered by Omi's unnatural strenght. After a moment or two of fighting they were falling into pieces around him, literally...

One of them was soon missing a large part of his head. A piece of skull could be seen decorating a nearby wall, still dripping pieces of grey matter and blood. The force of impact had been so great that it was imbedded into the wall, almost turning that piece of anatomy into an abstract piece of art... gruesome yes, but definately a conversation piece in any home.

The remaining two tried to furiously take Omi down, an act that wasn't really working that well for them. Any minor damage Omi managed to take was absorbed, or repaired in a matter of seconds. It was almost as if his body wasn't made of normal flesh and blood anymore, becoming something more by the process he'd gone through.

//Wow, these vampiric powers really do help in a fight...// Omi mused as he absently struck his hand into one mans chest and ripped his heart out. As the man fell to the floor, looking almost comically surprised, Omi threw the organ over his shoulder. It made a wet sound as it landed on Nalim, making Omi chuckle as image of a heartless doctor with another man's heart came to his mind.

Having blown enough steam for now, Omi began to feel the new needs of his body, namely bloodlust and need to feed. His senses now sharper than ever, he could even hear the frantic heartbeat of the remaining guard. Acting purely on instinct, Omi's eyes fell upon the unfortunate man, his eyes glowing brightly as he approached his upcoming late night snack.

One of the eyes, the one that Nalim hadn't cut off, had turned crimson during the night and was giving of a warm red glow. Though as creepy that might have looked, the other one was far stranger. The empty socket had regenerated an eyeball that wasn't as 'normal' as the other one was, quite far from it in fact. This new eye, for some reason, was slitted like cat's and it's color was bright yellow, almost golden... The light it gave of was even greater than other one's, giving that side of his face an eerie golden glow...

These eyes glaring from his pretty face, splatters of blood all around him and on him, they really made Omi quite a sight to behold. It really wasn't helped much by the fact that Omi's fangs had come out, showing through his grin as he steadily advanced towards the man shaking in front of him.

Withnessing this vision of horror, the guard decided that it was clearly time to leave this madhouse, no matter what his contract might say. Turning around and running to the door like hell itself was on his heels might have been a wise choice, that is if he'd had 'faced' different kind of advesary. As it was, Omi just blinked as the man turned around tried to run away, the man's speed seemingly in slow motion in his eyes.

Wishing to keep this man on his ménu, Omi quickly dashed after him, his speed making it seem as if the guard was standing still. The man hadn't managed to move but a inch or two as Omi already had a firm grip of his neck, easily preventing him of going anywhere. After that, there was barely enough time for the man even to blink as Omi ripped his throat open with his fangs, eagerly drinking the warm blood the begun to gush into his mouth.

Omi took his time satisfying his hunger as he drained to man to the last drop. After he had become but a dry husk, Omi licked his lips clean, hoping not to miss even a drop of the precious nectar. His thirst finally satisfied, Omi once again had control over himself, something that he had briefly lost to his first bloodlust. His enemies killed, the needs of his body dealt with, there was only one thing left to do in this hell hole he was in... revenge.

His former tormentor was still where he had thrown him, lying in a boneless heap next to the 'bed' Omi had been tied into before his escape. At the moment Nalim was quite unconscious, a state Omi didn't approve at all. After all, how could he pay back to this man all the 'nice' things he'd done to him if he were to be unconscious, it was something Omi would have to take care of before starting to deal with him.

"Now how should I wake him up?" Omi mused as he gazed upon Nalim's prone form. "I got it! A nice sharp shock should wake him up, now where to administer it though...? Ah yes, he won't be using his hands so much after this, I'm sure he won't mind at all if I use them for that," Omi said with an evil smile on his face and stomped on Nalim's left hand, the force of the blow strong enough to turn the bones in to fine little pieces and splattering the flesh and skin into a mush around his blood encrusted boot.

This indeed was quite effective in waking up Nalim, Omi soon noticed, as Nalim was soom screaming in pain as the loss of hand quickly registered in the man's mind. This didn't stop Omi from repeating this action on Nalim's right hand as well though, one could never be sure enough after all, and the second scream was just as nice to hear as the first one.

His victim now suitably awakened, Omi began his own little 'scientific' experiments on the doctor. Prodding and probing the man with his bare hands could hardly be considered gentle and painless method, even more so when vampiric strength is added to the mix.

For a while Omi throughtly enjoyed the screams his actions invoked from Nalim, them being a proof of Nalim's suffering, something Omi enjoyed greatly at the moment. Eventually though, they began to irritate him, they were becoming a distraction and they were starting to repeat themselves really.

Finally Omi fixed this by punching a hole into Nalin throat with his finger, right there where his vocal cords should be. This did shut him up pretty well, but then Omi realized that it would shorten the time he would be useful. Wishing to take all the enjoyment he could from this, Omi reached to the nearby table that held numerous knifes and scalpels and also the prisoners own weapons.

Omi briefly wondered why they would have those things here in this room as well. //Now why are these here? My tanto and... what this? Farfie's dagger... or is it a sword?! Hmm, what an interesting device... This will do I think, I'm sure that Farfie doesn't mind, and if he does... well, I'm sure I can make it up to him someway.//

This happy thought in mind, Omi grabbed the odd looking weapon from the table and gave Nalim an evil looking smirk, agitating the mangled man even further from his already not-so-nice mental state.

"Well now dear doctor, it's now time for YOUR operation. You don't need to worry though, I'll be just as gentle as you were. I can guarantee that for sure... Now, shall we get on with it?" Omi said, as he began to take Nalim apart piece by piece, only sounds in the room Nalim's painful moans and Omi's amused giggles...

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-Few moments earlier (Farfarello's P.O.V)-

When the quards had come for Omi, someone else had been awake as well. Having heard and seen Omi's interaction with the vampire, Farfarello had barely been able to sleep during the night. Even the few times when he'd had managed catch some rest had been fitful, his dream plaqued by a certain kitten of Weiss. In those dreams though Bombay was no white hunter but a fallen angel, something he'd have thought impossible before meeting the boy in real. Now though, it didn't seem so strange at all, and if those seductive dreams were to be any clue his interest to him wouldn't be quite platonic...

So it was that after waking up the fifth time in the night, Farfarello decided to keep an eye on 'his' kitten. He knew when the kitten had waken up, he had even noticed when he had tested his newfound strenght on his bindings, ripping through them like paper. Now he looked at the bloodstained vision near him as he Bombay went through the guards like a hurricane of flesh, leaving only death and destruction in his wake.

He saw as Bombay splattered man's to the floor with his boot...

He saw Bombay rip one man's heart from his chest and throw it away like a broken toy...

He saw him grab the remaining guard and use him as his morning appetiser...

He was getting an hard on and could do nothing about it!

Finally he sees Bombay exacting his revenge on this man, torturing him like an expert and clearly enjoying it. He hears the pitiful screams of the man before the kitten silences him, his respect for Bombay rising steadily due his skill. They makes him wonder where he had learned them, Weiss had never used such tactics. This unknown aptitude for torture makes him wonder what or who he is looking at if not at the Weiss kitten...

//Who are you I wonder? Not Omi Tsukiono or Bombay, that's for sure. The Weiss would never be capable of such beauty or such skill, the God itself must be weeping tears of blood for it in his heaven.//

He sees Bombay, no... Mamoru take HIS blade from a table, admiring it for a moment before resuming his actions. He sees him peel the man's skin from his flesh like from an apple, the pieces of skin falling to the floor in shower of bloody petals. He sees as the man loses pieces of his flesh one by one, the eyes being dug out of the sockets and the ears cut of his head.

//No, you're not Tsukiono... You're something else, something hidden underneath the mask you told me of. Mamoru Takatori, who are you, the fallen amongst the angels. Fallen...? Yes, a fallen angel in disguise, that's what you are. My crimson Lucifer, the splinter in the eye of God...//

His fallen angel's job was almost done by now, the tortured man besides him a pile of mindless flesh, spilling bloody froth from his mouth as he gibbers. Nothing more to do to his toy, he grabs the man from his shoulders, one hand grabbing the other and one another. Taking a firm grip he suddenly yanks them to different directions, ripping the wreck of a man in two. The blood and bodyparts flying all around him and the crimson shower painting his Lucifer with beautiful rain of red blood.

His fallen angel smiles at the sight of this man's demise and raises from the ground where he had been kneeling, at the same time bringing his bloodied hands to his his mouth to lick them clean. He does it like like a cat, licking daintily one finger after another, an act that that causes even further throbbing in his groin. He can't hep but to moan Omi's new name, to him at least, as this wonderous creature cleans himself.

"...My Lucifer," The words are nearly unaudible as they come from Farfarello's mouth, they are heard none the less. The object of these words turns to look at him with his still glowing eyes, the expression on his face unreadable. As he looks into those eyes, in his mind he briefly wonders wheather the owner of them will bring him the true death... or little death. Both he'd be willing to recieve from his fallen angel of death and so he simply waits.

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//Mmm, now that was a perfect way to blow some steam, why hadn't I done that long before?// <chuckle> //It would had done wonders to my stress levels...// Omi thinks happily, still coming down from his high after dealing with Nalim, his senses on overdrive and a big grin on his face. Those very same senses now enable him to catch two whispered words, words from the only other living occupant of the room. Someone he'd managed to forget for a while, all of his attention being fixed on getting his revenge...

//Lucifer? He's calling ME that?! And judging from the tent in those leather pants of his I can quess what else he's thinking... Definately flattering, no doubt about that but what should I do with him? There are so many options after all. Kill him? Relase him? Give him a blow job?! ...hmm, now where did that thought come from? Never mind, I suppose I'll cut him loose and see what happens, there isn't anything that he could do that I couldn't handle anyways...//

Omi walks next to the table, thinking what to do with this cute psychopath of his, after he lets him loose that is. No doubt it would something frowned in polite company, or in almost any company probably.

Almost absently, Omi rips the leather straps holding the man apart, then steps back a bit to see what would Farfarello do when freed. Though he thinks Farfarello isn't as incoherent as he acts, Omi knows that he's very far from sane as well, a good reason to give the man some space...

After few seconds Farfarello raises from the slab, his eyes fixed on Omi all the time. He steps on to the bloodslicked floor and takes a step towards Omi, his the possible intentions still quite unclear. Omi tenses a bit as he lunges towards him, but that tension is soon turned into another kind of emotion as Farfarello starts kissing him.

The kiss is deep and passionate one, Farfarello's tongue probing deep into Omi's bloodied mouth, seeking the coppery taste found within there. Very soon Omi starts to respond to the kiss, his own tongue seeking Farfarello's and the two organs begin their heated duel.

As things progress, their hands start to wander around each others bodies, their minds dissappearing into a red haze. Anything else is forgotten as they slowly fall to the floor and rip their clothes off from each other, not caring of the bodies, blood or random pieces of flesh surrounding them...

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Their errant desires sated for now, the two madmen turn to look at each other. Both of their bodies cut and bloodied, what came from their pleasures and what from their confinement, it's near impossible to say. Obviously uncaring of that, two of them rose from the floor, still keeping their eyes on each other. The silence could have lasted even longer but finally Omi broke the ice so to speak, commenting on their lack of clothing.

"Well lover, I suppose we should put something on if we're going to get out of here. ...unless you wish to leave like this that is? I may be many things but I'm not that much of an exhibitionist, it really isn't my kink, you know," Omi comments with a chuckle and then continues.

...I DO hope you were planning of leaving this hell hole, I for sure am not going to stay here longer than necessary..." Omi trails off, looking around for suitably clean sets of clothing from the corpses.

That seems to snap Farfarello out of his daze, his eyes briefly darting to their discarded clothings. Omi's had been all but destroyed from his treatment and Farfarello's were not in much better state due desires of certain Helena Fleisch. Seeing the less than usable condition of them he joins in Omi's search, but at the same time he quietly voices a question to him, the words said in a surprisingly uncertain voice.

"What are we Bombay... no, Mamoru? What am I to you? You were right in your views on our masks, I'm not as insane as I let people to see and whatever you might be, I now have have no idea but sane isn't amongs them I think. We had our fun, god weeping for it in his high heaven no doubt, but what now?" Farfarello asks, his single eye revealing the inner turmoil he's in, caused by feelings previously unknown to him at all.

His job finished already due his vampiric speed, Omi quickly removes cloths from another man and throws them to Farfarello before answering. "What are we... besides being a pair of lunatics, that is? I honestly don't know Jei. I'm still somewhat unsure what I've become my self, not to mention what happened between us... I suppose we could be considered to be dating, eh. Not perhaps the most normal start for a relationship, but then again we're not the most normal people anyways, ain't that right?"

That last comment managed to bring a somewhat amused smirk on Farfarello's face, who none the less is still was going to question Omi further. Seeing that, Omi intercepts the question before it comes out of Farfarello's mouth.

"Heh, why don't we just agree that we're SOMETHING at the moment and just get out of here. You'd better dress up before we start running off, unless you enjoy flashing, like I told you, it isn't my thing. We can iron the details of our fucked up relationship later, is that fine with you Jei-kun?" Finished Omi as he quickly plants a kiss on Farfarello's lips and goes to the door, trying to listen for possible enemies nearby.

Reeling from the quick kiss, Farfarello was frozen for few seconds just wishpering the words "My Lucifer..." weakly before snapping out of it. Putting his mind on the task at hand, he quickly dresses into the slightly stained combat fatigues Omi gave him. Looking for his weapon he remembers that Omi has it, he used it making his art after all, but on the same table where Omi had picked it up is another weapon.

It was a tanto with a black blade except for its silvery edge itself, and on it's blade is engraved the Takakori crest with a golden kanji. He pics it and Omi's darts from the table and walks quietly next to Omi, silently tapping his shoulder. Omi turns around and as he sees what Farfarello is holding he gets an idea.

Smiling impishly, he takes Farfarello's dagger and quickly makes a cut into his tongue with it, just like he has seen his newfound lover to do in the past. Seeing this, Farfarello repeats the act as he draws blade and uses it to cut into his already scarred tongue, bloodying the blade of the tanto slightly. He hands the weapons back to Omi, taking back his own blade in exchange.

Still blushing slightly from this twisted version of indirect kiss, he follows Omi closely behind as Omi steps out of the room they have been confided in.

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Stepping varily into the hallway, Omi looks around carefully, hoping to find some route that'd take them out of where ever they'd been imprisoned in. At the same time he couldn't but wonder about the lack guards around here, it was as if no one else had known of Nalim and his goons coming to him.

//Is that why hasn't there been any alarm yet? That bastard must have thought thought that he could have another unofficial round of experiments on me! Tch, good riddance for that baka, I hope he'll rot in hell...

That aside, where in hell are we and how're gonna get out this place. Doors in every direction, no sign of what floor we're in, there isn't even a window in sight. Kuso, with my luck we're in some goddamn basement or something. What I wouldn't give for a hint at this poi...//

:: ...ome in here idi, t.. fift... door to ..he ...ight! ::

//What the hell was that!? That's the way that Alucard guy talked to me, it isn't really clear though and it sure isn't Alucard... Should I take the risk and go where the voice says...?//

:: Godda... madmen, wh... o... I alway... have to ...eal wit... them! I'm ...n you... side ...ou morons... ::

At that point the choice was taken out of Omi's hands as the alarms started yelling at full volume. Apparently some idiot had finally had finally looked at security monitors coming from their cell and had sounded the alarm, alerting the entire complex in the process.

"Oh hell, here goes nothing," Omi muttered as he ran the door the voice had mentioned, a puzzled Farfarello following right on his heels. The door was locked but that mattered little as Omi forced his way in, pulling his partner in behind him before closing the door behind him silently.

It was only after that he turned around and looked where he had just barged in. The look of surprise on Omi's and Farfarello's face was quite complete when they saw who was waiting for them there, as was the state of the person in question.

Apparently they were in the morgue of this place, and right in the center of the room was pale apparation of Bradley Crawford standing besides a young teenage girl. The girl had long jet black hair, pale skin and curious crimson eyes that seemed far older than her other appearance. At the moment though, the girl was smiling amusedly at the two startled madmen as they heard the dry voice of Brad Crawford echoing in their heads, his tone of voice quite annoyed at the moment...

:: It's about time you two got here! If you two wouldn't have been so busy screwing your brains out, you might have gotten here a bit sooner. Why, even though I'm dead, I still have to deal with horny psychopaths! ::

TBC...

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Author notes: Phew, another chapter done! And what a monster the became... 114kB as a .DOC file! Oh well, now to work on ch4 and my other projects. Who knows how long they're take to write up. Heh, I'm just lazy, there's no other excuse. I do hope that next chapter, whatever it's going to be, will take less than another 2 months!!

Oh yeah, thanks for my friend Guruhoro for proof reading this monster of a chapter. ^_^. I'll even recommend reading his fics that can be found in Mediaminer.org, they can be quite interesting... -_-' A word of warning though, many of them are graphic lemons and quite perverted... Then again, that's a good thing right?

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