Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Roses ❯ Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

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Blood and Roses
Author: FaythDarkStarSlayer
Rating: R (for violence, adult language, sexual situations, and suggestive dialog)
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho (or anything for that matter) or any of the characters in the series. The only thing I own is my own stories.
Author's note: This fic is based on the Undertakers trilogy (Undertakers, Undertakers: Angel of Death and Undertakers: Blood and Roses) I have been working on for some time. All of the characters belong to me and I will not tolerate anyone stealing my ideas. The title itself is actually from the final book of the series but I will be using parts of all three combined and changed to incorporate Yu Yu Hakusho. As for the updates to this fic they will not be regular. I will be doing this whenever I have some extra time. I may (or may not) end up re-doing any said chapter at least a few times before posting it. With that said on with the fic.
Summary: The Yu Yu gang is investigating a series of events involving a group of strangely enhanced demons when the investigation takes a very strange turn. Many Stories of a world of beings previously undetected by spirit world keep popping up, involving a young girl by the name of Fayth. It is up to the spirit detectives to solve their latest case before one of their own falls victim to their world.
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“Evil events from evil causes spring.” -Aristophanes
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Chapter 1
My name is Fayth and I am a vampire. I know it is a twisted fate if ever there was one. The story you're about to read is a brief look into the nightmare that I call my life... or death so to speak. It's a world of corruption, greed, violence and blood lust, but don't get me wrong there is a light in this story somewhere -- let me know if you find it.
I suppose I could try to lay the blame on everyone else just to make myself feel better, but it would be a total crock of shit. Personally, I can’t stand the whiny asses that try to tell me there was nothing I could have done. They fully believe the other guy was to blame. They think I was some kind of child that had to be led around by the hand. Granted I wasn't in the right frame of mind accepted his offer but when you get to the heart of the matter the choice was ultimately mine and mine alone. There was several times I could have backed down or said to hell with it but I didn't. Fuck all the people who think that someone else is to blame for all of the things that go wrong in life. Take a good long look in the mirror and maybe you'll see the problem. It's whining pansies like you that make the world hell. Always going with you sob stories of how you never did anything wrong and the whole world is out to fuck you over.
I know I sound a bit shallow but to truly understand why you need to know what I've been through, and for that I suppose I should start at the beginning. No, I don't mean the kind of beginning where I was born and accomplished a bunch of pointless things. The kind of beginning I'm thinking of is the events that lead up to the night I was born into the festering hellhole of my damned existence. So here it is in all its hollow glory.
I know Dimitri had a thing for me the first time I looked into his piercing gray-blue eyes. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. He just seemed to stand out in the crowd like there was something almost forbidden. I suppose that was the reason I fell for him in the first place. He always had that air of self-confidence and cockiness that made him so attractive.
However, I'm getting off track.
That night I was at a friend's party when he decided he was finally going to make me his. For the most part it had been uneventful. Just the usual crowd of jerks and idiots grabbing every bottle of alcohol they could get their hands on. A song by some band, I don't care to think about right now, was blasting on the radio and people were stuffing their faces with various types of junk food in a lame attempt to fill the seemingly endless pit in their stomach from all the refer they smoked.
There was a full moon in the night sky; casting an eerie pale blue light across the open field making it seem colder than it actually was, which was pretty damn cold. The ground was still slick with rainwater from the recent downpour, all and all the view looked like shit.
What where you expecting an elaborate house with all the amazing things you wish you had, or do have because someone busted there ass most of their life so you could sit back bitching and moaning about the world. Hell, we were a bunch of teenagers who spent most of the time doing whatever seemed like fun at the time. In some cases it involved the cops.
I know most of you are thinking what a bitch I am and you're probably right, but I tell it like it is not some sugar coated version of the truth so you can feel better about yourself when you go to bed at night. This is the real deal you can either accept it or go to hell with the other 98 of the world's population.
I know I'm getting off track again.
I was sitting on the porch, freezing my ass off, so I wouldn't have to deal with the immature, ass grabbing, testosterone driven potheads inside. That's when he came to me with some big secret he couldn't wait to share. I wasn't going for it at first but he flashed one of his heart-stopping smiles. That was all he needed to do; I was hooked. At that moment he could have asked me to do almost anything and I probably would have without a second thought.
He led me to one of the bedrooms that Star was redecorating and closed the door behind me. He motioned for me to sit on the bed and it was at that point that something clicked in my head. It was one of those feelings that tell you to get the fuck out as fast as you can and don't look back, but against my better judgment, I stayed to hear him out.
My head was already foggy from the tequila shots I had earlier when he offered me the glass of wine. I accepted it and sat down next to him eagerly awaiting the secret that was so important we needed to be alone. Taking a small sip from my glass I looked over at him trying to be as patient as I could. I wasn't about to let on how on edge my nerves were. As I neared the bottom of my glass I felt a sudden wave of dizziness come over me, and again something clicked in my mind to get out and not look back. It was at that point he finally spoke.
"I've been watching you for a while Fayth. Of course I'm sure you already knew that. To put it simply you are a very intriguing woman". Dimitri whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Eyeing her lips fervently, the only thing he said was “I want you”.
He passed his hands along the sides of her face and down her smooth neck to rest on her shoulders, giving them slight squeeze. His tongue softly rubbed her lips wanting entrance to her mouth. She pulled back, vision blurring slightly from the alcohol.
“Something’s wrong Dimitri. I... I can’t...”
“Shhh. I’m right here everything is going to be fine. I would never let anything happen to you.”
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The hot July sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon in bright streaks of oranges and reds. Ever so slowly, the first glimmerings of twilight began edging it’s way over the seemingly active city as silvery stars sparkled in the distance.
On the roof top of an abandoned building stood a lone figure shrouded in a in an ominous darkness. A calm wind blew over him, black clothing ruffling in the breeze, his eyes sharply focused on the form in front of him. The man before him sat in complete silence focused intently on the book in front of him. The figure shifted slightly as he took a step forward, pausing for a moment as the man abruptly closed the book letting out a soft sigh. Blood red hair shifted slowly to show intense emerald eyes staring up stoically at the person in front of him.
A long silence stretched between them, nether one wanting to be the first to begin the inevitable awkward conversation.
The redhead was the first to finally break the intense moment. "I already know what you're going to say but--"
"This isn't the time for it. As much as I would like to get into your recent fixation Fox we have bigger problems."
"I take it there was another break then."
The dark figure crossed his arms over his chest and simply nodded at the man's statement. Closing his eyes momentarily as he pulled a single piece of paper out of his pocket. In one fluid motion, the redhead stood taking the paper looking down at it, a visible frown crossing his face. "So how long did they plan on keeping this from us?"
A simple "Hn" was the only answer he received.
"Ever the conversationalist Hiei." Another short sight escaped his lips. "At least some things never change."
He glared at him with a look that said 'if looks could kill you would have dropped dead already'. "Lets go Kurama they're waiting for us."
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Well it's the end of the first chapter hope you liked it

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