Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Blood ❯ Strangers ( Chapter 2 )

Tainted Blood

by myka

Chapter 2

"Strangers"

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The sound of electronic music filled Yohji's ears as he passed through the door. A nightclub; just like he had suspected.

The place wasn't very spacious; but that didn't really matter since it wasn't very full to begin with. There were barely twenty people inside and he instantly located the two couples he had seen before. Flashes of light filled the dance floor, most of the people were dancing, while others were talking. The only odd thing about the place was that the colors that abounded were red or black; that and that the bar was practically abandoned. Yohji took a look at himself; with his black denim pants and navy blue linen shirt; he blended in perfectly. He walked up to the bar, to a spot where the lights wouldn't bother him. It was all wood; classic; a typical bar with a shelf that held much less drinks that it could normally hold. All accompanied by a large mirror behind it that reflected the people in the dance floor.

He sat in the first empty chair he saw and raised one of his hands to his forehead; his headache worsening compliments of the loud music. One drink; that's it; one drink and he would leave. One of the two bartenders looked up at him; instantly frowning.

"Never seen you around before" the man said in a slightly incredulous tone. "Who told you about us?"

Yohji glanced up at him, wondering why the hell did this guy care. "No one" he replied taking one of his cigarettes and lighting it.

"I'm sorry then," the man said slowly. "But we only serve regulars or those refer to us by regulars."

Huh?

Yohji blinked; the employee hadn't just said that had he? He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Yohji glared at the man; he was young; probably younger than even Yohji himself. What the hell was this kid doing here anyway? The young bartender was trying to get rid of him; in an indirect way maybe; but still trying to get rid of him nevertheless…and that pissed the hell out of Yohji.

Yohji looked straight at the man's eyes, and without blinking extended his arm in a flash, successfully grabbing him by the collar of his shirt; catching him by surprise. He pulled him forward, aggressively closing in on his face.

"Listen; I've had a very bad day and I'm positive that you don't want to mess with me right now; and if you don't give me a drink in the next five minutes I'm going to make your life a living hell…understand?" Yohji finished with a slight hiss to his voice; anyone close to him knew he meant every single word.

The bartender blinked and Yohji let him go in a push, the man hesitated for only a second. "Fine sir" he replied coldly, muttering something under his breath and leaving. Yohji straighten up in his chair, his cigarette not really helping his headache.

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In a small cellar on the back of the club, the young employee Yohji had just threatened searched frantically for some type of alcohol. Bottles clanked as he searched desperately; none of them was what he was looking for. A sudden chill went up his spine as a gush of cold night air filled the room. He looked towards the source of that cold and found the backdoor wide open; a figure standing in it.

He froze; immediately recognizing who was standing there. After a few seconds that seem endless he was about to speak when that decision was taken from him.

"Give him this" the figure said, with a voice that sent shivers down his spine.

He tried to speak. "But…"

"Hush" the being said, almost a growl. It took a step towards the now terrified man; he didn't dare move. "Do as I say!" it said, grabbing the man under his chin and squeezing, sharp nails grazing his cheeks. The young man started to nod frantically until he was free of the cold touch. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down as he took the bottle with his shaking hands.

He exited the room, and as he did so he gave one last glance at the backdoor; just to find it closed and locked.

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Yohji had managed to start a conversation with a red-haired girl when the bartender finally returned. The young man came in with a rush to his walk and a nervousness his body gave off. He quickly grabbed the nearest glass he saw; pouring some of the liquid from the black bottle inside it. "Here sir" he said, loud enough for Yohji to hear as he placed the glass full of liquid in front of him. Yohji turned around slowly, giving the bartender a threatening look just for the fun of it. He grabbed the glass in front of him without really looking at it and drank the contents in almost a single gulp.

Yohji flinched the second the liquid reached his tongue and went down his throat. It was very strong, and left a fierce burning sensation as it was swallowed. "Whoa" he though as he tried to keep his eyes open…Shit!

He quickly turned towards the bartender and once again grabbed him by the collar of his shirt brutally. "Hey! What the hell did you give me?" he asked, a roar in his voice. The young bartender grinned this time around. "Only what you asked for" he replied calmly.

Yohji released the man; fighting the urge to hit him. Oh what the hell. His fist connected with the man's face, sending him full force against the shelf in the back; his head colliding with the mirror with a loud crash. The music stopped.

Yohji could feel the gaze of everyone upon him and he was suddenly very aware of his five senses. The young man fell to the floor with a loud thud as the other employee rushed to his aid.

"Fuck" Yohji thought; he hadn't hit the man that hard…had he? He turned in the direction of the exit; the sudden movement made his head spin and he lost his balance, almost falling off the chair he was on. He quickly gathered himself up and left the bar in a rush, not looking back and ignoring a voice that was calling for help. But no matter how fast he tried to get out of there, faces surrounded him; faces that were watching him…it wasn't what he saw, but what he felt from those faces…fear, confusion, hatred and some he really didn't like…desire, satisfaction and hunger…

Yohji stumbled through the door, and once outside he took a deep breath and dedicated all his concentration and effort towards reaching the phone booth outside, as he swore to never again leave his cell phone at home. He had to reach it before he passed out. He knew he was going to pass out; he could feel his body shutting down already; it was just a matter of when. He had been drugged; on purpose; that meant someone wanted him unconscious, and he didn't even know who it was. His feet faltered and Yohji fell knee first towards the floor. He cursed again and again as with the help of the wall he raised himself up once more. The phone was at his reach and Yohji picked up the receiver and plunged all the coins he had left on the machine, fingers trembling. He dialed the number, every single move successfully making him dizzier. The rings resounded horribly on his ear. "Pickup dammit…someone answer the goddamn phone!"

"Hello?" a calm voice said on the other end. Aya.

"Aya; it's Yohji; listen carefully. I need help; I need you to pick me up now" Yohji said, emphasizing every single word, pointing out just how dire the situation really was as he supported himself with the booth's wall.

"Where are you?" Aya asked, his voice not altered at all, and Yohji gave him the directions. "Wait there" The redhead ordered as he hung up. Yohji let his end of the receiver fall from his hands and rested his head against the phone for support. He put his arms across his stomach taking notice that it hurt…a lot. He took consecutive deep breaths one at a time; the light from the booth was starting to annoy him. He needed to find someplace to hide since out here he was an easy target. He managed to walk out of the booth without stumbling and immediately found his path blocked.

"Hi there," said a soft voice in front of him. "Need any help?"

"No thanks I'm just fin…" but before he could finish the sentence, Yohji collapsed. The only reason he wasn't on the floor was because the person, who Yohji realized now was a woman, had kept him from falling.

"Sure you are," she said with a little sarcasm in her voice. "Here, take this" she ordered; and before Yohji could protest, she forced a drink into his mouth and made him swallow it.

So this was it. Was this how he was going to die? Pathetic. Old age…possible. Suicidal mission…maybe. Drugged in a weird club…never. Yet here he was; in the arms of a stranger and realizing his last drink was…milk!?

Yohji blinked as everything came into focus once again and his balance returned. He stood up straight again, not needing the girl's help anymore. "I'm not dead" was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

"Of course not," she replied honestly. "What did you think I was trying to do? Poison you?" she finished.

"Honestly; yes." Yohji replied, taking his first good look at the woman who had helped him. He recognized her immediately, the lonely girl from the group. She was shorter than him, but not much and had short black hair. Her skin had a slight tan to it and she was wearing a red sleeveless shirt that merged perfectly with her pair of black leather pants complete with black boots.

"How did you know what was wrong with me?" Yohji asked.

She smiled. "I live around here," she replied. "Let's just say you're not the first guy to be drugged in this place." She finished, pointing in the direction of the club.

"I see" Yohji acknowledged, "so you're like the guard for guys like me?" he asked grinning a little.

"Something like that" she said, smiling back at him. "I'm Rayne" she announced extending her right hand and smiling at the same time.

"Yohji" he said taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Yohji Kudou".

"So Yohji" Rayne said walking towards the opposite direction of the club with Yohji beside her. "What brings you here at this beastly hour?" Yohji glanced at his watch…past midnight.

"Damn" he said automatically.

"Too late for you?" Rayne asked with a grin.

"No; it's just that…" he answered back, and in that second Yohji took notice of Rayne's eyes. Crimson eyes, absolutely beautiful and mesmerizing. He could have sworn they were hazel five seconds ago. Yohji starred at her eyes and not a single thought could pass through his mind; all that was left was a deep black hole and those beautiful red eyes.