Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Prayers of the Fallen ❯ First Encounter ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4: First Encounter

Eve stayed with Schuldig in the kitchen, sitting at the table, talking quietly amongst themselves until Brad walked in. Apparently, according to Schu, Brad was up late, seeing as it was five to seven in the morning when the Schwarz leader stumbled into the kitchen wearing nothing but housecoat and mumbling angrily about sleeping in.

He nearly fell over when he looked up to see Eve sitting at the kitchen table. He began screaming almost incoherently. Something like, 'Did you let her out? - she's dangerous - what's she doing out? - why is she down here?' and on and on. Eve only smiled, trying to smooth things over by being calm, but Schuldig just about fell out of his chair he was laughing so hard.

Apparently, the noise the two teammates had been making, woke up the younger member, Nagie Noae, who hurridly ran into the kitchen, and Brad. He quickly appologized, but stopped mid sentence when he saw Schuldig recovering from his fit of laughter, though the vein in the middle of Crawford's head made him a bit nervous. He didn't dare be the one to break the tension lest the leader's wrath be turned to him.

"Good morning Nagi." Eve smiled at her small savior. Then she turned to Brad. "Mr. Crawford, would you like some coffee to calm you down before you start to yell again?" This pried a few more giggles from Schu, making Eve smile. Brad Crawford, taken aback slightly by the formal title, nodded and muttered,

"Black."

Eve, not lifting a finger, began to pour the coffee into a large navy blue mug using her telekinesis. After she was finished pourring it, she proceeded to float it expertly towards Crawford's nervous hands. Once she knew he had a firm hold on it, she let her mental hold of it go. All was quiet for the moment. Nagi crossed his arms in front of his narrow chest and gave a slight smile.

Crawford didn't even chance another look at Eve until he sat down at the head of the table. After he took a few quick sips of his black brew, he looked a bit more calm, though no less alert.

"How did you get out?" he questioned softly, trying intently to wake himself up and regain his normal calm composur. He took a drought from his steaming mug.

"I unlocked everything. It was pretty naive of you to think all that simple locks would hold me." Eve responded calmly, not trying to be cocky. Crawford nodded. He was mulling over these facts in his head. The fact that she hadnt tried to kill him while she was out eased his mind greatly, but a trained assasin is always warry. He didn't completely trust her, nor should he.

By this time Nagi had walked over to the assembled group, leaning up against the closest wall, arms still crossed, seemingly content just to obsserve for the time being.

The sun was now pouring in through the kitchen windows, splashing everyone in reach with a healthy orange glow, including Eversor. She rubbed at her eyes; the irritation getting to her once again. Damn this curse. Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT! And what was worse was she could feel the thrist rising again. Damnit! I'm going to have to find something soon to quench this or I'll be exposed. She squirmed unconsciously in her seat. Schuldig took notice of this.

"Something wrong?" he asked. Eve looked up at him, the near surprise fading when she realized what he was referring to. She shook her head.

"It's nothing, really." she could feel him trying to pry into her mind. She playfully nudged him aside mentally, smiling outwardly. He smirked at her in return, though curiousity and a hint of suspicion danced in his playful green eyes.

She would have to keep her guard up around him.

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"Things have been pretty slow, y'know, since Taketori died. So we've been basically sitting idol, save for a few in-and-out jobs Crawford has scrounged up. I have to admit, it's oddly refreshing not having to worry about work."

She was sitting with Schuldig in his room. It was strange how the seemingly dark-humored telepath opened up to her. Maybe it was because he could relate to her more than his teammates. And he sure liked to talk; Eve assumed that it was for the pure pleasure of hearing his own voice. She smirked, making sure to keep it to herself though.

"So, tell me more about yourself." he asked, breeching onto a new subject; one not relating to himself for once.

She was about to answer when something caught her attention. It was a scent. She inhaled deeply through her nose, the delicious scent thrilling her scenses. It was familiar, and very desirable.

"What?" Schu asked, leaning forward slightly, confused.

"Don't you smell that?" she nearly whispered, so captivated by the smell. She knew what it was, even though her mind would rather deny it, but her body was screaming for it. "Can't you smell it? It's like a cloud in this room, it's so heavy." she smiled slightly, trapped by the smell, the enticement she always succumbed to due to her curse.

Eve stood up from her place on the floor, the thirst flaring throughout her body, signalling that she needed to feed it. Her mind, which was screaming for her to stop, was drowned by the explicit need for the source of this scent. She started walking, following it, the thirst mounting as the smell grew stronger. Schuldig followed her, speaking to her, but she could not hear him, she could hear nothing until...

... a heartbeat, a deliciously calm heartbeat, and...

... a voice, in her head. Calm, with a slight self-righteous athority to it...

'The pain that should be mine in now Yours. Hurt. Bleed. Know that I despise you with every swipe of this blade, every crimson tear shed by this unholy temple that you hold so dear'...

"Eversor!" Schuldig said sharply to her, trying desperately to get her attention. She could feel him try to pry into her mind and be shocked by her shield, then him calling for the others. She had to find the source...she had to quench the Thirst.

She nearly stumbled into a room - the bathroom - seemingly drunk on just the scent; the lust the Thirst created in her overwhelming. She looked around with hooded eyes. There, sitting on the window ledge, one foot propped up on the closed toilet seat, was Farfarello. A bloody Farfarello. The voice stopped, but the scent remained.

Farfarello was holding a bloodied knife in one hand, the opposite arm held out, bleeding profusely, soaking every material it touched, including the Irishman's clothes. Eve took a step towards him, her feet shakey and her legs unstable, the scent of his blood taking her body over.

Then her mind, her conscience, was reawakened by Schuldig pushing past her and yelling disapprovingly at the man sitting in the window.

"Farfarello! What do you think you're doing? You're getting blood everywhere."

The Irishman didn't respond to the redhead's barrage, instead, his single amber eye stared past his teammate straight towards Eve, a questioning look enveloping it. Eve stumbled back, her mind finally ceasing control once more, she turned to escape from the room, from the smell, when she ran into a body, knocking both to the ground.

She looked up to see Nagi sprawled out underneath her. He looked at her, concern in his eyes, though his face was slightly irritated. The concern flared even more in his blue eyes when he saw the fear and revulsion Eve knew he saw in her own eyes. She roughly stood up, Nagi doing to same. She wanted to saw something, at least an 'I'm sorry', but all she could do was gape and nod before she ran down the hall. But she knew no matter how far she went, she'd still feel the Thirst. And the only way to get rid of it was to succumb.