Nameless Week: Mistakes Were Made.
Pairings: Red x Green/Blue ( I use Green. )
Warnings: None. Except maybe if you're squeamish about a bit of blood.
AU: Based on Lethargay's Vampire AU idea. I'm always interested in supernatural themed AUs and decided to extend on that.
It was so bitterly cold that it would've deterred most people, the snow fell in a thick blanket, causing the landscape to be nearly completely white. It was disorienting and Red was hopelessly lost out in the blizzard. He had been warned that the weather was bad, that he shouldn't go out, but he couldn't miss this opportunity to prove himself, to prove that he was more that just some copycat. It wasn't that he wanted to show up the only boy he considered a friend, his only friend. He just wanted Green to see him as something more than just a bothersome shadow, that he could take everything he learned from watching Green and put it to use, hoping to show his friend that Green was not only an excellent hunter, but a great teacher as well, whether he wanted to be or not.
Green. A boy who was born with prestige, of a long line of famous vampire hunters with arrogance just as long. Despite such a cocky attitude, it was the passion, the drive to become better that lit Green's amber eyes that inspired Red to be better as well. He wanted to be like Green even if he'd been merely taken into the fold because his father was a hunter who accidentally got Red's mother pregnant. With his mother oblivious of the presence of vampires, thinking Red was off at some private school. Red was alone in this world, his father having passed away during a hunt before Red could even walk. So it was only natural for him to seek out someone confident and around his age.
After a particularly bad spar with Green, his 'friend' had yelled at him, it was nothing new. The bullying was something that just came with following Green around, but instead of driving Red away, it only made Red more determined. It was time that he put the skills Green had reluctantly and inadvertently taught him to good use, being quiet and shy to the point he never really spoke, people tended to look over him as if he wasn't there. So, Red tended to overhear things, such has a highly prized target spotted nearby, a vampire lord the hunters were constantly on the hunt for. A vampire named Giovanni. If Red could take down such an important vampire, then finally he would gain respect and attention he craved from the only one he called a friend.
Now, he was stuck out in the snowstorm, the cold sank all the way down to his bones where he feared he would never know what warmth felt like again. Even now, he didn't regret his decision and struggled on through the howling winds and knee deep snow. His scrawny body threatened to be knocked over by the wind, but his lean, wiry muscles kept him powering on, but sheer will would only get him so far. The air was too thin up on the mountain, causing his freezing lungs to burn with strain and his head to grow light. Maybe if he stopped to catch his breath, he would be able to carry on. Eventually, he collapsed against a protruding rock, the only thing that broke the white landscape. He huddled into himself for warmth, his body shivering to the point that he was no longer aware of how violently he was shaking.
He felt so tired, maybe if he took a sort nap, the storm would pass by and he could continue his search. He didn't know if he could hold his eyes open any longer anyways and slowly, he succumbed to unconsciousness. He knew not how long he remained there in the freezing temperatures, surrounded by snow, but something called out to him, a soft tone, low and deep summoning him to the surface. He couldn't resist the call, his mind rising at the heed as he lifted his eyelids. His dark, long eyelashes were frosted with ice, his rich brown hair dusted with snow. Finally, his light brown eyes took in the curious of sights, making him think he must be dreaming.
Before him stood a man, his black attire standing out among the white snow and yet none of the snow seemed to land on his form to room the sharp, sophisticated outline of the man before him. Eyes so deeply red that they nearly appeared inky black, he should feel scared, intimidated by the appearance of a stranger. Instead, he felt relaxed, his heart beating slow, too slow as if the blood was freezing in his veins. The man before him was scrutinizing him, but Red remained where he was, he felt like he should run but something told him to stay, that everything would be alright now. His eyes followed after the man as he kneels before him, was he dreaming? This was just all a dream and in reality he was back in his cot asleep where it was warm and safe.
"Red."
The voice called out to him, he hadn't noticed that the strange man in black had gotten so close, close enough to Red's face that by all rights he should feel the man's breath brush against his neck. There was nothing, that meant something but Red couldn't figure it out, his thoughts seemed to be stuck in cobwebs, like he was a fly waiting to be devoured by the spider. His head tilted on its own, baring the pale skin of his neck to the man, not certain why he was doing so but it felt like the right thing to do. Without a warning, he felt a sting of pain, like the time he received a shot from the doctor, he wanted to instinctively pull away but his body wouldn't listen as if it no longer belonged to him.
There was a pull to his body, it felt wrong enough to make him nauseous. He was already pale from the cold, but now he was ghostly from the sickening feel of blood being drawn from his body. He knew he should fight, but he didn't know why. This was just a dream, there was no need to fear what was happening. His already waning strength was being dried up, making him feel heavier than before and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open. His body tried to slump onto the ground, but strong, sturdy hands held him in place until finally that sickening pull ceased. He should wake up now, any moment he would be drawn to the waking world by the other hunters stirring or hearing Green's loud voice telling him to wake his lazy butt up.
Instead his gaze was demanded to draw up, meeting those deep red eyes that reminding him of deep pools of blood with not bottom in sight. He was drawn to them as if they dominated his entire attention. His lips, blue from the cold, parted, his jaw opening his mouth slowly and he had no reason why he did this other than it felt like a good idea. Instantly he was reward with the taste of copper, liquid that was warm and invigorating that after the first swallow he knew he wanted more. A wrist was pressed against his waiting mouth and Red latched on as if his life depended on it, which was fairly accurate. He pulled at the wound, dragging hot blood into his mouth with an insatiable desire, a craving that suddenly clawed at him.
And just like that, it was gone, making his eyes snap open as he looked around wildly to bring back the source of such warmth that spread out through his cold, dying body. There was no trace of the man, no footprint in the snow, only the red stains from the blood dribbling down his chin as it had leaked out the corners of his mouth from his mindless feeding. With the man gone, he still felt hungry, it was painful as he doubled over into the snow. Wrapping his arms about his abdomen as if to sooth away the rending pain that tore him up inside, he didn't know what was happening to him. He tried to calm himself as tears welled up in his eyes, turning his vision a translucent red, unaware that the droplets of tears rolling down his face were turning into his own blood.
This was a nightmare he would never wake up from.
