Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Bite ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Sweet Bite

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R.

Disclaimers: Weiss is not mine! It belongs to Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me. But someday, they'll be mine *insert evil laugh*!! Any info taken from the book Dracula isn't mine either. Any extract from the book Dracula has been used to complement the story and NEVER with the intention of copying or taking any profit from Bram Stoker's book.

Warnings: Shounen-ai/Yaoi, angst, vampires, blood.

Notes: Anything written in Italic are thoughts. Things /written this way/ are mental talk. 'If you find anything written like this, it means that is a passage from a book'

This fic can be read in my page, mediaminer.org and ff.net.

Wanna thank all the people who reviewed the first chapter! ^^ Simply Kim (Thank you for reviewing! *hugs* Schu is not one of the bad guys, but he's not in the good side either [that will be explained later] Yeah, it's BradAya! I love that pairing too ^^), Jacques (Thank you for reviewing! *hugs* I agree with you, the world needs more WK vampire fics!), Shirogane (Thank you for reviewing! *hugs* Yeah, the CrawfordRan is in my plans for this fic ^^ Can't tell you for when though), Amy (Thank you for reviewing! *hugs* Well, I have like seven stories started in a notebook that I haven't published yet ad only type them on the computer when I need a rest from writing the others or drawing, that way I can focus on the ones half written [and not even that way I end up writing them] Anyway, about "Revenge", I can't tell when it will be finished. I wanted it finished before February, but it was impossible and there are still three chapters left), Rei Eien (Thank you for reviewing! *hugs* I think you're right… ^^), KyraEnsui (Thank you for reviewing! *hugs* I'm glad you like it ^^ Don't worry, I'm working on the other fics as hard as I can.)

Part 2

Two hours after Crawford told him everything and he'd read all the information he'd been given, Nagi still couldn't believe what he'd heard.

How could it be that one of his teammates was a vampire? And Schuldig?

It just wasn't possible.

Even if the German had always preferred night over day, Nagi himself had seen him up at mornings and during the day, had seen him under the sunlight. It just wasn't possible.

But now that he thought of it, in the last three months or so it had been impossible to talk to him during day.

"Of course… a dark place to refuge from the sunlight… his bedroom! That's why he was so fresh when he came back after a night out… because after 'sleeping' during the day he-"

"It took you long to discover."

Nagi turned to look at the door. "What are you talking about Farfello?"

Farfello leaned his hip on the door, smirking. "He always smells like blood. The guilty one found how delicious it is and benefits from it to continue living."

"Is there anything else you know?"

The Irishman stared at Nagi for a moment and looked pensive before he opened his mouth to reply. "He is not here." He left before Nagi could say anything.

The telekinetic scowled. "He isn't here? That's obvious. Schuldig isn't at home right now." I wonder…

Nagi rose to his feet. He had to talk to Crawford.

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Youji made a face. "What do these medicines have to make Ken lose it like that?" Long fingers placed an unlit cigarette between his lips. "Every now and then he starts yelling about the taste of blood and ends up throwing up. Gross."

Omi looked up at the playboy after sending Aya a quick look. "Those sedatives must be making Ken-kun be delirious. What do you think Aya-kun?"

Aya didn't say anything, but made a very clear gesture with his hand.

Omi blinked stupidly. "You think he's crazy?"

"It's not the first time he talks about that. It's been going on for a few months already."

Youji took a long drag at his cigarette. "How do you know that?"

"My bedroom is next to Ken's."

"That's true…" the playboy left the cigarette in an ashtray. "I'm sure there is something else. I don't know what it is, but this is just too weird even for Ken."

Omi nodded. "We'll have to keep an eye on Ken-kun until we discover what's going on. Anything that might affect Weiss will have to be investigated before Kritiker knows about it. And you know what happens when Kritiker investigates one of its agents…"

"Yeah, that's the first thing we have to do, keep whatever it is from Kritiker as long as possible." Youji lit another cigarette. "Any ideas?"

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DOCTOR SEWARD's DIARY [1]

October, 3rd

… On the side of the bed nearest to the window Jonathan Harker rested with his face flushed and breathing hard, as if he was in a state of stupor. Kneeling on the border of the bed that was nearest to the door was the white form of his wife. Next to her, on his feet, was a tall man dressed in black…

… He was holding both of Mrs. Harker's hands with his left hand, separating her arms roughly; and held the nap of her neck with his right one, forcing her to turn her face towards his chest. Her white nightdress was stained with blood, and a thin stream descended down the man's chest…

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Schuldigcame back home after a night out.

He felt full of energy, thanks to the blood he'd taken from different children. It was the least destructive way to satiate himself when he couldn't get the blood from Ken.

Instead of killing a kid, he took a little from each and it was enough.

Surprisingly, it was children's blood the most delicious and easy to get rid of. A park just before the sun came down, dark streets… any place was a good one to find blood.

It was also easier to take that memory out of a kid's mind than of an adult. They would just remember a white man who smiled and that would be all. The loos of blood wouldn't be too great so in a few days they would be okay again.

The German glanced at the only mirror he had in his bedroom, knowing already that there would be no reflection. But anyway, the changes in his physique were quite evident.

His teeth, hands, skin, eyes… everything had changed three months ago when both Schuldig and Ken had been attacked by a tall and extremely thin 'man'. Even thought he knew more or less what had happened, the truth was that Schuldig couldn't remember anything and only knew what little Ken could remember from that day, that wasn't much either.

Schuldig took off his headband and sunglasses and left them onto his table. The redhead kicked his shoes off and his jacket and shirt followed a few seconds later.

It wasn't until then that he looked at his bed for the first time, and saw the crucifix he hadn't seen in a long time and that he certainly hadn't placed there.

"What the fuck does this mean?!"

Tsu zu ku…

[1] Those are two little extracts from the Dracula book. I'm sorry if they don't make all the sense they should (because they don't). The reason is very simple. I own the Spanish version of the book and had to translate, so what I said wasn't as exact as I would have liked it to be.

*sighs* I finished this chapter in a break from studying. Isn't it ironic? Now that I don't have the time to write is when my mind gives me more ideas and inspiration is all the time around me. It's short and not what I wanted, but it always happen the same, so I don't worry about that anymore.

I don't know when I'll be able to update this again, but anyway I hope you liked it!

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Hasta luego!