Circle of Blood
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Awakenings, Your Pain is My Pleasure [part 2]
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz, Hellsing and/or their characters do not belong to me, I just wish they would like every other author. They are really property of some big Japanese company. I\'m not gaining any profit from this and I\'m simply twisting and turning them into my own depraved directions.
\"...\" Speech
//...// Thoughts
:: ... :: Telepathy
Some warnings for this chapter would perhaps be in order I suppose... ^_^ : blood, gore and sadism, swearing, \'mild\' yaoi/shonen-ai, near the end this shit gets pretty disturbing/disturbed I think... -_-;
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Circle of Blood - Chapter 3 (Awakenings, Your Pain is My Pleasure [part 2])
By: Azrael\'s Wing
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It was dark in the room. The lights had been turned off, perhaps because it was night in the outside world but there was no way to know for real in the room. There were no windows on the walls or a clock standing nearby, none the less he seemed to sense it somehow, by some strange instinct it seemed. Once again his body had learned a new trick but by now Omi wasn\'t that surprised about it, it had become quite common these days after all.
Using his remaining eye he could see outlines of objects barely, something that most people shouldn\'t be able to do in total darkness at all. Turning his head to the left he could see Farfarello sleeping on the table beside him. Though not as bloodied as Omi, he seemed to be quite damaged none the less. Wounds all over his body, his clothing in tatters. Fleisch had no doubt have been having fun with the man, something he could relate right now after having gone through his ordeals with Nalim.
//Relate indeed,// Omi mused as he though of his other eye, or perhaps the lack of it as it was. They really were a matching pair now weren\'t they, two cyclopean madmen used for fun and games by those even crazier than themselves.
The pain from the empty socket had dulled somewhat since he had lost his eye to the doctor, or perhaps because of his body, or mayb\'d \'d just grown accustomed to pain. That really was irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was that he had lost it... lost it to a mad scientist who\'d probably store it into a some jar like a pickle. Another memento for this modern day Joseph Mengele he\'d visited.
Omi growled as he thought of the pain and suffering he had gone through here, in his hands. In the end Nalim\'s \'experiments\' had been the last straw that broke the camels back. Normally able to hide his anger and hatred behind the ever-present masks he wore, it wasn\'t possible for Omi anymore. Now he couldn\'t care less of what others would see. Nalim was someone he could hate quite freely, and were there a chance. he\'d rip his throat open, with his bare teeth if it were necessary. Nalim, he and the members this Triad were going to pay, he only needed to find a way but he would, no matter how hard it would be.
All these dark thoughts running through his mind, Omi had to put them into words somehow, vocalizing his dark desires and making them more real to him. His mind boiling, it didn\'t take long for him to explode. \"Damm it all, I\'d sell my soul to the devil for a chance to rip that smug bastard into pieces!\" Omi yelled at the dark room, not really expecting a response. He got one.
Suddenly an amused voice was echoing trough Omi\'s mind, talking to him as if it had heard those words, even though there was no one else but Farfarello near by.
:: Really, Kitten? It seems then that I wasn\'t wrong about you after all... :: Drawled the amused voice, clearly sounding happy about something.
Trying to locate the source of this voice, Omi looked all around him, half thinking that he\'d just become more crazy than he already was. Then he noticed something, there seemed to be something on wall right front of him. At first look it almost looked like an ordinary shadow, only slightly darker than others. Then it started growing from the wall, expanding into a human, or at least humanoid form. Finally, stepping out of it and into the room was a tall form of a man, his clothes obscured by the shadows of the room. The only thing Omi could really see of this... man were his eyes. Hidden behind glasses as they were, he could see the yellow irises glowing in the darkness of the room...
\"W-who a you?\" Omi whispered weakly as his mind tried to comprehend this strange situation. He couldn\'t be sure that he wasn\'t hallucinating at this point. So much had happened to him that he could easily doubt his already unstable sanity; this was just the icing on the cake.
The stranger stepped closer to Omi, just close enough for him to barely see his face, and answered to Omi\'s question with a lopsided smile on his face. \"Who am I? You can call me Alucard I suppose and I\'m here to offer you the chance you just wished for, that all. Not that I\'ll need your soul... Heh, the only thing you\'d loose would be your humanity, that is if you\'re willing to take my offer...\"
Taken back by this sudden offer, Omi was somewhat apprehensive. It\'s not often that someone offers to have your wish fulfilled, especially if it was this kind of a wish. It really seemed to be too much of coincidence for Omi to take all this in face value.
On the other hand though, if the price was indeed what the man said, he wouldn\'t have much to lose in this bargain. Before he would answer yes or no though, he\'d ask few questions first. Hopefully, whoever this... being was, he\'d be willing to give an answer or two.
\"What exactly are you, and what are you offering? I figure that there would be some things I\'d be unwilling to do. //Whatever they might be, don\'t really know...// Why would you offer something like that to me anyway? I don\'t think it\'s just a coincidence that you\'re here...\" Omi finishes suspiciously, glaring at Alucard.
Hearing this, the man simply smiles wider and laughs a bit before answering to the questions. \"Very good Kitten, this indeed isn\'t a coincidence. It just took me longer than I expected to find you, after they captured you. Otherwise I would have gotten here before that fool played with you. Heh, sorry about that...\" Alucard comments, though the grin on his face doesn\'t really seem all that remorseful.
\"I am making this offer to you specifically... Mamoru Takatori. What for? That\'s something for you to find out Kitten. And as for what am I? You\'re a smart little Kitten, try to figure that one out yourself as well,\" Alucard finishes impishly and just keeps on smiling, clearly amused of Omi\'s befuddlement.
As he tried to rack his brain for some answers about Alucard\'s identity, something about his appearance started to look a bit odd to him. As if there was something unusual in it, something about his face or such, he just couldn\'t figure out what. Finally his gaze fell upon to the mocking smile on the man\'s face. It was then that it finally hit him. \"The fangs... You\'re a... Vampire!?\" Omi gasped, obviously surprised of this sudden revelation.
Soon after it though, Omi suddenly began to laugh out loud, his laughter having a somewhat hysterical tinge on it. After all, it\'s not every day that your strangest conclusions prove to be the right ones, even more so in a situation like this.
After his bout of hysteric laughter Omi looks once again at Alucard. A brief moment later Omi finally gives his answer to this... vampire. \"Fine, I\'ll take up to your offer. It\'s not as if I\'d have that much humanity left to take anyway. You must be aware of all that? You wouldn\'t be here to make that offer otherwise, I right am I?\" Omi says with a somewhat sarcastic tone.
\"You\'re right about that Kitten, but perhaps not for the reason you might think of. There\'s far more to this than you\'re aware of, reasons for why even now you\'re more like one of us than a human. I don\'t even need your blood for the turning, mine is enough to do the trick. Will you take it, out of your own free will?\"
Omi smiles weakly as he nods. \"Yes, I haven\'t got anything to lose. A chance for a payback is easily worth more than my humanity. I\'ll make those bastards pay, I\'ll make them suffer...\" Omi briefly trails off, his plans for future revenge running through his mind.
Hearing the words Alucard walks right next to him. Without a word he rips his wrist open with his fangs, the sleeve shredded in the process, and brings the open wound next to Omi\'s mouth, letting him feed on his blood. Tasting the warm blood on his lips Omi eagerly starts drinking it, noticing the rich flavour as it comes to his mouth. It tastes unlike any human blood he might have tasted before, accidentally or otherwise. As soon as it goes down his throat, it seems to absorb into his body, soon coursing through his veins as if part of him. The subtle process of becoming more... or less human started, there was no way to stop it now... even if he\'d wish to.
Suddenly Omi loses his newfound source of blood as Alucard pulls his hand back. For a moment Omi looks at him with an unvoiced question is eis eye, but Alucard just chuckles before answering that question. \"That is enough for now Kitten, you\'ll find other sources of vampire blood soon enough. Perhaps sooner than you might think...\" Alucards muses briefly remembering a certain presence from the alley.
This said, Alucard suddenly begins to fade into the shadows, the effect almost reverse of how he appeared into the room. Just as Alucard\'s was almost completely gone of the room, Omi heard his voice in his head once again, its tone soothing him. :: Rest for now, it will take some time for your body to finish the changes. When you wake up next time you should be strong enough to do whatever you want with these fools. Have fun Kitten... ::
Hearing this in his mind Omi begins to fall asleep, unlike before though, this time he had a smile on his bloodstained lips. This smile on his lips Omi\'s body began its transformation, the slow paling of the skin the only clear sign of it. Beneath the skin though, there were no doubt more interesting changes going on. A conclusion that owner of a certain golden eye had reached as well.
He had seen the sudden appearance of Alucard, heard the conversation between the two men and was now looking at the slow change coming upon his roommates skin. As Omi slept peacefully, the berserker of Schwarz lied wide awake on his hard bed. His mind was trying to digest all that he had seen and heard during the night, perhaps even the conversation two of them had before. Foremost on his thoughts was something he was very certain of, but he also knew no reason for that certainty but he felt it none the less.
//That... vampire knew that I was awake, he must have known. A being that powerful couldn\'t have missed something like that. So why did he let me see that... and why do my thoughts always return back to the Weiss kitten... That\'s what he is, isn\'t he? A white hunter and not a beast of the night like I. But I can\'t help but wonder... // That thought in mind, Farfarello fell asleep and began to dream whatever a madman like him would ever dream of, of blood and tears of a god no doubt. This time though he wasn\'t alone in his quest, a red angel of death was by his side, sheltering him in his crimson embrace...
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Omi was smiling, and it wasn\'t in any way nice smile. It was more of \'I\'ll kill you, feast upon your entrails and then hold a nice ball to celebrate your early death\' kind of smile, something that of course could be expected of someone having gone through what Omi had. The real difference between Omi and that hypothetical someone else? It would have been this: where as that someone else could only dream of doing those unnameable things to whoever he or she might wish to kill, main or mutilate, Omi at this point was quite capable and more than willing to do those things in any way possible.
This was enabled by the changes Omi had went through in the night, as numerous as they were... Most were just on his body, though there were some changes within his mind as well, things that came with his change into a something that saw itself above the common human cattle. If you become a member of a race that more often than not sees humans as nothing else than something lower in the food chain, one should expect some mental adjustments.
Omi of course had noticed these changes as soon as he had woken up. He knew how his way of thinking had changed but he really didn\'t mind, how could he, as he had willingly become what he now was. Unlike the most, he had been fully aware of what he was agreeing to, it hadn\'t really been that much of a change for him at all. He had been a killer before, now at least he could be more economical. Business, pleasure and food in the same package, not a bad deal really.
Something else that Omi had been more than happy to notice was that he once again had a full set working eyes. It was something he really was grateful for his new state of being. As hot as Farfarello might look, he had no real desire to mimic his appearance that badly.
His new eye felt a bit strange though, as if it wasn\'t just a normal eye but something more. Sometimes he would see strange things with it, perhaps ghosts or spirits, he didn\'t know what they were. There seemed to plenty of them around these cells though. Perhaps they really were spirits of those tortured and killed here before he came. If so, perhaps they were happy of the plans he had, giving him their silent blessings and support.
Aside these strange sights though, his new eye was as good, or maybe even better than his original one. There really seemed to be many benefits when you become an undead...
The more cosmetic changes would be hard to see right now, not that they mattered at the moment. He could deal with the way he looked later, it was more important to know what his body would be capable of. It was also something Omi was quite eager to test on his captors, his mind already imagining the things he would do to Nalim.
His body did feel much stronger now than it had before, something he had tested on his bonds. As they had snapped apart like wet pieces of paper when he had stretched a bit, it was pretty obvious that they wouldn\'t hold him in place anymore. None the less, he had decided to stay on his \'bed\' for now, just to give a nice surprise to his captors when they would eventually arrive. He would really enjoy seeing the looks on their faces when he would rip them apart. Omi just couldn\'t resist at smirking at that thought, it was something he really was looking forward to.
Suddenly he heard a familiar sound of footsteps approaching to room. They were coming closer and closer by every second, each step bringing them closer to their doom. He forced himself to be as still as possible, hoping to give his captors as big surprise as possible. After a surprisingly long wait, the door finally opened, letting a group of humans in. Hearing two pairs of boots coming closer, Omi figured that they were going to tie him up for a transfer once again. A shame that it wouldn\'t go like that anymore, things had changed since the last time and these guards... or whatever they were would be first to notice it... fatally.
Sensing them on both sides of him, Omi snapped his eyes open and lunged to the right at blinding speed. Omi\'s sudden movement caught the guards by surprise, and by the time they could react at all Omi was off the table and on the move. By the end of his leap Omi had already kicked one of the guards hard on the hip, shattering the \'poor\' man\'s pelvic bone into little pieces in the process.
That man fell on the floor screaming, his mind incapable dealing with anything else but the pain. A moment later his screams and pain were mercifully stopped by Omi\'s boot impacting on his head. The force of the blow was strong enough to crush the skull like a rotten egg, splattering brains and gore all over the floor.
All of this had taken only few seconds, barely enough time for the other guards to react to Omi\'s attack. As Omi took some time to observe his enemies, the guard near him tried to attack at him. Trying to tackle him from behind, his attempt failed even to move Omi at all, not that Omi even noticed it as his eyes were fixed on Dr Nalim and his retinue. Standing near the door, their mouths hanging open.
His eyes still fixated on his nemesis, Omi absently took a hold of the guard behind him and threw him into a nearby wall. The man flew across the room like an arrow and crashed into the wall with a loud cracking noise. After that, the guard fell down to the ground into a mangled heap, giving no clue if he was dead or alive.
At this point even Nalim had noticed dangerous Omi now was. Acting on the better part of valour, he tried to run out of the door he had just come in. It was a move quickly intercepted by Omi though. Noticing the escape attempt, Omi was beside him in a blink of an eye. He grabbed Nalim from by his neck and threw him back into the metal \'bed\', the impact creating a loud metallic noise. This throw knocked Nalim out for now, thus giving Omi enough time to deal with the remaining guards.
Still shocked by the surprising turn of events, they were soon quickly overpowered by Omi\'s unnatustrestrength. After a moment or two of fighting they were falling into pieces around him, literally...
One of them was soon missing a large part of his head. A piece of skull could be seen decorating a nearby wall, still dripping pieces of grey matter and blood. The force of impact had been so great that it was imbedded into the wall, almost turnihat hat piece of anatomy into an abstract piece of art... gruesome yes, but definitely a conversation piece in any home.
The remaining two tried to furiously take Omi down, an act that wasn\'t really working that well for them. Any minor damage Omi managed to take was absorbed, or repaired in a matter of seconds. It was almost as if his body wasn\'t made of normal flesh and blood anymore, becoming something more by the process he\'d gone through.
//Wow, these vampire powers really do help in a fight...// Omi mused as he absently struck his hand into one mans chest and ripped his heart out. As the man fell to the floor, looking almost comically surprised, Omi threw the organ over his shoulder. It made a wet sound as it landed on Nalim, making Omi chuckle as image of a heartless doctor with another man\'s heart came to his mind.
Having blown enough steam for now, Omi began to feel the new needs of his body, namely bloodlust and need to feed. His senses now sharper than ever, he could even hear the frantic heartbeat of the remaining guard. Acting purely on instinct, Omi\'s eyes fell upon the unforte mte man, his eyes glowing brightly as he approached his upcoming late night snack.
One of the eyes, the one that Nalim hadn\'t cut off, had turned crimson during the night and was giving of a warm red glow. Though as creepy that might have looked, the other one was far stranger. The empty socket had regenerated an eyeball that wasn\'t as \'normal\' as the other one was, quite far from it in fact. This new eye, for some reason, was split like cats and its colour was bright yellow, almost golden... The light it gave of was even greater than other one\'s, giving that side of his face an eerie golden glow...
These eyes glaring from his pretty face, splatters of blood all around him and on him, they really made Omi quite a sight to behold. It really wasn\'t helped much by the fact that Omi\'s fangs had come out, showing through his grin as he steadily advanced towards the man shaking in front of him.
Witnessing this vision of horror, the guard decided that it was clearly time to leave this madhouse, no matter what his contract might say. Turning around and running to the door like hell itself was on his heels might have been a wise choice, if he had \'faced\' a different kind of adversary that is. As it was, Omi just blinked as the man turned around tried to run away, the man\'s speed seemingly in slow motion in his eyes.
Wishing to keep this man on his menu, Omi quickly dashed after him, his speed making it seem as if the guard was standing still. The man had managed to move but an inch or two as Omi already had a firm grip of his neck, easily preventing him from going anywhere. After that, there was barely enough time for the man even to blink as Omi ripped his throat open with his fangs, eagerly drinking the warm blood the begun to gush into his mouth.
Omi took his time satisfying his hunger as he drained the man to the last drop. After he had become but a dry husk, Omi licked his lips clean, hoping not to miss even a drop of the precious nectar. His thirst finally satisfied, Omi once again had control over himself, something that he had briefly lost to his first bloodlust. His enemies killed, the needs of his body dealt with, there was only one thing left to do in this hell hole... Revenge.
His former tormentor was stillre hre he had thrown him, lying in a boneless heap next to the \'bed\' Omi had been tied into before his escape. At the moment Nalim was quite unconscious, a state Omi didn\'t approve at all. After all, how could he pay back to this man all the \'nice\' things he\'d done to him if he were to be unconscious, it was something Omi would have to take care of before starting to deal with him.
\"Now how should I wake him up?\" Omi mused as he gazed upon Nalim\'s prone form. \"I got it! A nice sharp shock should wake him up, now where to administer it though...? Ah yes, he won\'t be using his hands so much after this, I\'m sure he won\'t mind at all if I use them for that,\" Omi said with an evil smile on his face and stomped on Nalim\'s left hand, the force of the blow strong enough to turn the bones in to fine little pieces and splattering the flesh and skin into a mush around his blood encrusted boot.
This indeed was quite effective in waking up Nalim, Omi noticed, as Nalim was screaming in pain as the loss of a hand quickly registered in the man\'s mind. This didn\'t stop Omi from repeating this action on Nalim\'s right hand as well though, one could never be sure enough after all, and the second scream was just as nice to hear as the first one.
His victim now suitably awakened, Omi began his own little \'scientific\' experiments on the doctor. Prodding and probing the man with his bare hands could hardly be considered gentle and painless method, even more so when vampiric strength is added to the mix.
For a while Omi thoroughly enjoyed the screams his actions invoked from Nalim, them being a proof of Nalim\'s suffering, something Omi enjoyed greatly at the moment. Eventually though, they began to irritate him, they were becoming a distraction and they were starting to repeat themselves really.
Finally Omi fixed this by punching a hole into Nalin throat with his finger, right there where his vocal cords should be. This did shut him up pretty well, but then Omi realized that it would shorten the time he would be useful. Wishing to take all the enjoyment he could from this, Omi reached to the nearby table that held numerous knifes and scalpels and also the prisoners own weapons.
Omi briefly wondered why they would have those things here in this room as well. //Now why are these here? My tanto and... what this? Farfie\'s dagger... or is it a sword?! Hmm, what an interesting device... This will do I think, I\'m sure that Farfie doesn\'t mind, and if he does... well, I\'m sure I can make it up to him someway.//
This happy thought in mind, Omi grabbed the odd looking weapon from the table and gave Nalim an evil looking smirk, agitating the mangled man even further from his already not-so-nice mentalte. te.
\"Well now dear doctor, it\'s now time for YOUR operation. You don\'t need to worry, I\'ll be just as gentle as you were. I can guarantee that for sure... Now, shall we get on with it?\" Omi said, as he began to take Nalim apart piece by piece, only sounds in the room Nalim\'s painful moans and Omi\'s amused giggles...
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-Few moments earlier (Farfarello\'s P.O.V)-
When the guards had come for Omi, someone else had been awake as well. Having heard and seen Omi\'s interaction with the vampire, Farfarello had barely been able to sleep during the night. Even the few times when he\'d had managed catch some rest had been fitful, his dream plagued by a certain kitten of Weiss. In those dreams though Bombay was no white hunter but a fallen angel, something he would have thought impossible before meeting the boy in real. Now though, it didn\'t seem so strange at all, and if those seductive dreams were to be any clue his interest to him wouldn\'t be quite platonic...
So it was that after waking up the fifth time in the night, Farfarello decided to keep an eye on \'his\' kitten. He knew when the kitten had woken up, he had even noticed when he had tested his newfound strength on his bindings, ripping through them like paper. Now he looked at the bloodstained vision near him as he Bombay went through the guards like a hurricane of flesh, leaving only death and destruction in his wake.
He saw as Bombay splattered man\'s head to the floor with his boot...
He saw Bombay rip one man\'s heart from his chest and throw it away like a broken toy...
He saw him grab the remaining guard and use him as his morning appetiser...
He was getting a hard on and could do nothing about it!
Finally he sees Bombay eing ing his revenge on this man, torturing him like an expert and clearly enjoying it. He hears the pitiful screams of the man before the kitten silences him, his respect for Bombay rising steadily due his skill. They makes him wonder where he had learned them, Weiss had never used such tactics. This unknown aptitude for torture makes him wonder what or who he is looking at if not at the Weiss kitten...
//Who are you I wonder? Not Omi Tsukiono or Bombay, that\'s for sure. The Weiss would never be capable of such beauty or such skill, the God itself must be weeping tears of blood in his heaven.//
He sees Bombay, no... Mamoru take HIS blade from a table, admiring it for a moment before resuming his actions. He sees him peel the man\'s skin from his flesh like from an apple, the pieces of skin falling to the floor in shower of bloody petals. He sees as the man loses pieces of his flesh one by one, the eyes being dug out of the sockets and the ears cut of his head.
//No, you\'re not Tsukiono... You\'re something else, something hidden underneath the mask you told me of. Mamoru Takatori, who are you, fallen amongst the angels. Fallen...? Yes, a fallen angel in disguise, that\'s what you are. My crimson Lucifer, the splinter in the eye of God...//
His fallen angel\'s job was almost done by now, the tortured man besides him a pile of mindless flesh, spilling bloody froth from his mouth as he gibbers. Nothing more to do to his toy, he grabs the man from his shoulders, one hand grabbing the other and one another. Taking a firm grip he suddenly yanks them to different directions, ripping the wreck of a man in two. The blood and body parts flying all around him and the crimson shower painting his Lucifer with beautiful rain of red blood.
His fallen angel smiles at the sight of this man\'s demise and raises from the ground where he had been kneeling, at the same time bringing his bloodied hands to his mouth to lick them clean. He does it like a cat, licking daintily one finger after another, an act that that causes even further throbbing in his groin. He can\'t hep but to moan Omi\'s new name, to him at least, as this wondrous creature cleans himself.
\"...My Lucifer,\" The words are nearly inaudible as they come from Farfarello\'s mouth, they are heard none the less. The object of these words turns to look at him with his still glowing eyes, the expression on his face unreadable. As he looks into those eyes, in his mind he briefly wonders whether the owner of them will bring him the true death... or little death. Both he\'d be willing to receive from his fallen angel of death and so he simply waits.
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//Mmm, now that was a perfect way to blow some steam, why hadn\'t I done that long before?// //It would had done wonders to my stress levels...// Omi thinks happily, still coming down from his high after dealing with Nalim, his senses on overdrive and a big grin on his face. Those very same senses now enable him to catch two whispered words, words from the only other living occupant of the room. Someone he\'d managed to forget for a while, all of his attention being fixed on getting his revenge...
//Lucifer? He\'s calling ME that?! And judging from the tent in those leather pants of his I can guess what else he\'s thinking... Definitely flattering, no doubt about that but what should I do with him? There are so many options after all. Kill him? Release him? Give him a blow job?! ...hmm, now where did that thought come from? Never mind, I suppose I\'ll cut him loose and see what happens, there isn\'t anything that he could do that I couldn\'t handle anyways...//
Omi walks next to the table, thinking what to do with this cute psychopath of his, after he lets him loose that is. No doubt it would something frowned in polite company, or in almost any company probably.
Almost absently, Omi rips the leather straps holding the man apart, then steps back a bit to see what would Farfarello do when freed. Though he thinks Farfarello isn\'t as incoherent as he acts, Omi knows that he\'s very far from sane as well, a good reason to give the man some space...
After few seconds Farfarello raises from the slab, his eyes fixed on Omi all the time. He steps on to the blood-slick floor and takes a step towards Omi, his the possible intentions still quite unclear. Omi tenses a bit as he lunges towards him, but that tension is soon turned into another kind of emotion as Farfarello starts kissing him.
The kiss is deep and passionate one, Farfarello\'s tongue probing deep into Omi\'s bloodied mouth, seeking the coppery taste found within there. Very soon Omi starts to respond to the kiss, his own tongue seeking Farfarello\'s and the two organs begin their heated duel.
As things progress, their hands start to wander around each other\'s bodies, their minds disappearing into a red haze. Anything else is forgotten as they slowly fall to the floor and rip their clothes off from each other, not caring of the bodies, blood or random pieces of flesh surrounding them...
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Their errant desires sated for now, the two madmen turn to look at each other. Both of their bodies cut and bloodied, what came from their pleasures and what from their confinement, it\'s near impossible to say. Obviously uncaring of that, two of them rose from the floor, still keeping their eyes on each other. The silence could have lasted even longer but finally Omi broke the ice so to speak, commenting on their lack of clothing.
\"Well lover, I suppose we should put something on if we\'re going to get out of here... ...unless you wish to leave like this that is? I may be many things but I\'m not that much of an exhibitionist, it really isn\'t my kink, you know,\" Omi comments with a chuckle and then continues.
...I DO hope you were planning of leaving this hell hole, I for sure am not going to stay here longer than necessary...\" Omi trails off, looking around for suitably clean sets of clothing from the corpses.
That seems to snap Farfarello out of his daze, his eyes briefly darting to their discarded clothes. Omi\'s had been all but destroyed from his treatment and Farfarello\'s were not in much better state due desires of certain Helena Fleisch. Seeing the less than usable condition of them he joins in Omi\'s search, but at the same time he quietly voices a question to him, the words said in a surprisingly uncertain voice.
\"What are we Bombay... no, Mamoru? What am I to you? You were right in your views on our masks, I\'m not as insane as I let people to see and whatever you might be, I now have no idea but sane isn\'t it I think. We had our fun, God weeping for it in his high heaven no doubt, but what now?\" Farfarello asks, his single eye revealing the inner turmoil he\'s in, caused by feelings previously unknown to him at all.
His job finished already due his vampiric speed, Omi quickly removes clothes from another man and throws them to Farfarello before answering. \"What are we... besides being a pair of lunatics, that is? I honestly don\'t know Jei. I\'m still somewhat unsure what I\'ve become myself, not to mention what happened between us... I suppose we could be considered to be dating, eh. Not perhaps the most normal start for a relationship, but then again we\'re not the most normal people anyways, ain\'t that right?\"
That last comment managed to bring a somewhat am smi smirk on Farfarello\'s face, who is still going to question Omi further. Seeing that, Omi intercepts the question before it comes out of Farfarello\'s mouth.
\"Heh, why don\'t we just agree that we\'re SOMETHING at the moment and just get out of here. You\'d better dress up before we start running off, unless you enjoy flashing, like I told you, it isn\'t my thing. We can iron the details of our fucked up relationship later, is that fine with you Jei-kun?\" Finished Omi as he quickly plants a kiss on Farfarello\'s lips and goes to the door, trying to listen for possible enemies nearby.
Reeling from the quick kiss, Farfarello was frozen for few seconds just whispering the words \"My Lucifer...\" weakly before snapping out of it. Putting his mind on the task at hand, he quickly dresses into the slightly stained combat fatigues Omi gave him. Looking for his weapon he remembers that Omi has it, he used it making his art after all, but on the same table where Omi had picked it up is another weapon.
It was a tanto with a black blade except for its silvery edge itself, and on its blade is engraved the Takakori crest with a golden kanji. He picks it and Omi\'s darts from the table and walks quietly next to Omi,entlently tapping his shoulder. Omi turns around and as he sees what Farfarello is holding he gets an idea.
Smiling impis he he takes Farfarello\'s dagger and quickly makes a cut into his tongue with it, just like he has seen his newfound lover to do in the past. Seeing this, Farfarello repeats the act as he draws blade and uses it to cut into his already scarred tongue, bloodying the blade of the tanto slightly. He hands the weapons back to Omi, taking back his own blade in exchange.
Still blushing slightly from this twisted version of indirect kiss, he follows Omi closely behind as Omi steps out of the room they have been confided in.
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Stepping warily into the hallway, Omi looks around carefully, hoping to find some route that\'d take them out of where ever they\'d been imprisoned in. At the same time he couldn\'t but wonder about the lack guards around here, it was as if no one else had known of Nalim and his goons coming to him.
//Is that why hasn\'t there been any alarm yet? That bastard must have thought that he could have another unofficial round of experiments on me! Tch, good riddance for that baka, I hope he\'ll rot in hell...
That aside, where in hell are nd hnd how\'re gonna get out this place. Doors in every direction, no sign of what floor we\'re in, there isn\'t even a window in sight. Kuso, with my luck we\'re in some goddamn basement or something. What I wouldn\'t give for a hint at this poi...//
:: ...ome in here idi, t.. fift... door to ..he ...ight! ::
//What the hell was that!? That\'s the way that Alucard guy talked to me, it isn\'t really clear though and it sure isn\'t Alucard... Should I take the risk and gere ere the voice says...?//
:: Godda... madmen, wh... o... I alway... have to ...eal wit... them! I\'m ...n you... side ...ou morons... ::
At that point the choice was taken out of Omi\'s hands as the alarms started yelling at full volume. Apparently some idiot had finally had finally looked at security monitors coming from their cell and had sounded the alarm, alerting the entire complex in the process.
\"Oh hell, here goes nothing,\" Omi muttered as he ran the door the voice had mentioned, a puzzled Farfarello following right on his heels. The door was locked but that mattered little as Omi forced his way in, pulling his partner in behind him before closing the door behind him silently.
It was only after that he turned around and looked where he had just barged in. The look of surprise on Omi\'s and Farfarello\'s face was quite complete when they saw who was waiting for them there, as was the state of the person in question.
Apparently they were in the morgue of this place, and right in the centre of the room was pale apparition of Bradley Crawford standing besides a young teenage girl. The girl had long jet black hair, pale skin and curious crimson eyes that seemed far older than her other appearance. At the moment though, the girl was smiling amusedly at the two startled madmen as they heard the dry voice of Brad Crawford echoing in their heads, his tone of voice quite annoyed at the moment...
:: It\'s about time you two got here! If you two wouldn\'t have been so busy screwing your brains out, you might have gotten here a bit sooner. Why, even though I\'m dead, I still have to deal with horny psychopaths! ::
TBC...
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Author notes: Phew, another chapter done! And what a monster it became... 114kB as a .DOC file! Oh well, now to work on ch4 and my other projects. Who knows how long they\'re take to write up. Heh, I\'m just lazy, there\'s no other excuse. I do hope that next chapter, whatever it\'s going to be, will take less than another 2 months!!
Oh yeah, thanks for my friend Guruhoro for proofreading this monster of a chapter. ^_^. I\'ll even recommend reading his fics that can be found in Mediaminer.org, they can be quite interesting... -_-\' A word of warning though, many of them are quite graphic lemons and quite perverted... Then again, that\'s a good thing right?
PS. I had to split the chapter for Adultfanfiction.net... Grumble >:(
-Azrael\'s Wing
\"Critics are eunuchs at a gangbang.\"
--George Burns
\"It is written that he who makes the best egg salad shall rule over Heaven and Earth. Don\'t ask me why egg salad. I have enough aggravation.\"
--\"What\'s Up Tiger Lily?\"
\"...\" Speech
//...// Thoughts
:: ... :: Telepathy
Some warnings for this chapter would perhaps be in order I suppose... ^_^ : blood, gore and sadism, swearing, \'mild\' yaoi/shonen-ai, near the end this shit gets pretty disturbing/disturbed I think... -_-;
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Circle of Blood - Chapter 3 (Awakenings, Your Pain is My Pleasure [part 2])
By: Azrael\'s Wing
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It was dark in the room. The lights had been turned off, perhaps because it was night in the outside world but there was no way to know for real in the room. There were no windows on the walls or a clock standing nearby, none the less he seemed to sense it somehow, by some strange instinct it seemed. Once again his body had learned a new trick but by now Omi wasn\'t that surprised about it, it had become quite common these days after all.
Using his remaining eye he could see outlines of objects barely, something that most people shouldn\'t be able to do in total darkness at all. Turning his head to the left he could see Farfarello sleeping on the table beside him. Though not as bloodied as Omi, he seemed to be quite damaged none the less. Wounds all over his body, his clothing in tatters. Fleisch had no doubt have been having fun with the man, something he could relate right now after having gone through his ordeals with Nalim.
//Relate indeed,// Omi mused as he though of his other eye, or perhaps the lack of it as it was. They really were a matching pair now weren\'t they, two cyclopean madmen used for fun and games by those even crazier than themselves.
The pain from the empty socket had dulled somewhat since he had lost his eye to the doctor, or perhaps because of his body, or mayb\'d \'d just grown accustomed to pain. That really was irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was that he had lost it... lost it to a mad scientist who\'d probably store it into a some jar like a pickle. Another memento for this modern day Joseph Mengele he\'d visited.
Omi growled as he thought of the pain and suffering he had gone through here, in his hands. In the end Nalim\'s \'experiments\' had been the last straw that broke the camels back. Normally able to hide his anger and hatred behind the ever-present masks he wore, it wasn\'t possible for Omi anymore. Now he couldn\'t care less of what others would see. Nalim was someone he could hate quite freely, and were there a chance. he\'d rip his throat open, with his bare teeth if it were necessary. Nalim, he and the members this Triad were going to pay, he only needed to find a way but he would, no matter how hard it would be.
All these dark thoughts running through his mind, Omi had to put them into words somehow, vocalizing his dark desires and making them more real to him. His mind boiling, it didn\'t take long for him to explode. \"Damm it all, I\'d sell my soul to the devil for a chance to rip that smug bastard into pieces!\" Omi yelled at the dark room, not really expecting a response. He got one.
Suddenly an amused voice was echoing trough Omi\'s mind, talking to him as if it had heard those words, even though there was no one else but Farfarello near by.
:: Really, Kitten? It seems then that I wasn\'t wrong about you after all... :: Drawled the amused voice, clearly sounding happy about something.
Trying to locate the source of this voice, Omi looked all around him, half thinking that he\'d just become more crazy than he already was. Then he noticed something, there seemed to be something on wall right front of him. At first look it almost looked like an ordinary shadow, only slightly darker than others. Then it started growing from the wall, expanding into a human, or at least humanoid form. Finally, stepping out of it and into the room was a tall form of a man, his clothes obscured by the shadows of the room. The only thing Omi could really see of this... man were his eyes. Hidden behind glasses as they were, he could see the yellow irises glowing in the darkness of the room...
\"W-who a you?\" Omi whispered weakly as his mind tried to comprehend this strange situation. He couldn\'t be sure that he wasn\'t hallucinating at this point. So much had happened to him that he could easily doubt his already unstable sanity; this was just the icing on the cake.
The stranger stepped closer to Omi, just close enough for him to barely see his face, and answered to Omi\'s question with a lopsided smile on his face. \"Who am I? You can call me Alucard I suppose and I\'m here to offer you the chance you just wished for, that all. Not that I\'ll need your soul... Heh, the only thing you\'d loose would be your humanity, that is if you\'re willing to take my offer...\"
Taken back by this sudden offer, Omi was somewhat apprehensive. It\'s not often that someone offers to have your wish fulfilled, especially if it was this kind of a wish. It really seemed to be too much of coincidence for Omi to take all this in face value.
On the other hand though, if the price was indeed what the man said, he wouldn\'t have much to lose in this bargain. Before he would answer yes or no though, he\'d ask few questions first. Hopefully, whoever this... being was, he\'d be willing to give an answer or two.
\"What exactly are you, and what are you offering? I figure that there would be some things I\'d be unwilling to do. //Whatever they might be, don\'t really know...// Why would you offer something like that to me anyway? I don\'t think it\'s just a coincidence that you\'re here...\" Omi finishes suspiciously, glaring at Alucard.
Hearing this, the man simply smiles wider and laughs a bit before answering to the questions. \"Very good Kitten, this indeed isn\'t a coincidence. It just took me longer than I expected to find you, after they captured you. Otherwise I would have gotten here before that fool played with you. Heh, sorry about that...\" Alucard comments, though the grin on his face doesn\'t really seem all that remorseful.
\"I am making this offer to you specifically... Mamoru Takatori. What for? That\'s something for you to find out Kitten. And as for what am I? You\'re a smart little Kitten, try to figure that one out yourself as well,\" Alucard finishes impishly and just keeps on smiling, clearly amused of Omi\'s befuddlement.
As he tried to rack his brain for some answers about Alucard\'s identity, something about his appearance started to look a bit odd to him. As if there was something unusual in it, something about his face or such, he just couldn\'t figure out what. Finally his gaze fell upon to the mocking smile on the man\'s face. It was then that it finally hit him. \"The fangs... You\'re a... Vampire!?\" Omi gasped, obviously surprised of this sudden revelation.
Soon after it though, Omi suddenly began to laugh out loud, his laughter having a somewhat hysterical tinge on it. After all, it\'s not every day that your strangest conclusions prove to be the right ones, even more so in a situation like this.
After his bout of hysteric laughter Omi looks once again at Alucard. A brief moment later Omi finally gives his answer to this... vampire. \"Fine, I\'ll take up to your offer. It\'s not as if I\'d have that much humanity left to take anyway. You must be aware of all that? You wouldn\'t be here to make that offer otherwise, I right am I?\" Omi says with a somewhat sarcastic tone.
\"You\'re right about that Kitten, but perhaps not for the reason you might think of. There\'s far more to this than you\'re aware of, reasons for why even now you\'re more like one of us than a human. I don\'t even need your blood for the turning, mine is enough to do the trick. Will you take it, out of your own free will?\"
Omi smiles weakly as he nods. \"Yes, I haven\'t got anything to lose. A chance for a payback is easily worth more than my humanity. I\'ll make those bastards pay, I\'ll make them suffer...\" Omi briefly trails off, his plans for future revenge running through his mind.
Hearing the words Alucard walks right next to him. Without a word he rips his wrist open with his fangs, the sleeve shredded in the process, and brings the open wound next to Omi\'s mouth, letting him feed on his blood. Tasting the warm blood on his lips Omi eagerly starts drinking it, noticing the rich flavour as it comes to his mouth. It tastes unlike any human blood he might have tasted before, accidentally or otherwise. As soon as it goes down his throat, it seems to absorb into his body, soon coursing through his veins as if part of him. The subtle process of becoming more... or less human started, there was no way to stop it now... even if he\'d wish to.
Suddenly Omi loses his newfound source of blood as Alucard pulls his hand back. For a moment Omi looks at him with an unvoiced question is eis eye, but Alucard just chuckles before answering that question. \"That is enough for now Kitten, you\'ll find other sources of vampire blood soon enough. Perhaps sooner than you might think...\" Alucards muses briefly remembering a certain presence from the alley.
This said, Alucard suddenly begins to fade into the shadows, the effect almost reverse of how he appeared into the room. Just as Alucard\'s was almost completely gone of the room, Omi heard his voice in his head once again, its tone soothing him. :: Rest for now, it will take some time for your body to finish the changes. When you wake up next time you should be strong enough to do whatever you want with these fools. Have fun Kitten... ::
Hearing this in his mind Omi begins to fall asleep, unlike before though, this time he had a smile on his bloodstained lips. This smile on his lips Omi\'s body began its transformation, the slow paling of the skin the only clear sign of it. Beneath the skin though, there were no doubt more interesting changes going on. A conclusion that owner of a certain golden eye had reached as well.
He had seen the sudden appearance of Alucard, heard the conversation between the two men and was now looking at the slow change coming upon his roommates skin. As Omi slept peacefully, the berserker of Schwarz lied wide awake on his hard bed. His mind was trying to digest all that he had seen and heard during the night, perhaps even the conversation two of them had before. Foremost on his thoughts was something he was very certain of, but he also knew no reason for that certainty but he felt it none the less.
//That... vampire knew that I was awake, he must have known. A being that powerful couldn\'t have missed something like that. So why did he let me see that... and why do my thoughts always return back to the Weiss kitten... That\'s what he is, isn\'t he? A white hunter and not a beast of the night like I. But I can\'t help but wonder... // That thought in mind, Farfarello fell asleep and began to dream whatever a madman like him would ever dream of, of blood and tears of a god no doubt. This time though he wasn\'t alone in his quest, a red angel of death was by his side, sheltering him in his crimson embrace...
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Omi was smiling, and it wasn\'t in any way nice smile. It was more of \'I\'ll kill you, feast upon your entrails and then hold a nice ball to celebrate your early death\' kind of smile, something that of course could be expected of someone having gone through what Omi had. The real difference between Omi and that hypothetical someone else? It would have been this: where as that someone else could only dream of doing those unnameable things to whoever he or she might wish to kill, main or mutilate, Omi at this point was quite capable and more than willing to do those things in any way possible.
This was enabled by the changes Omi had went through in the night, as numerous as they were... Most were just on his body, though there were some changes within his mind as well, things that came with his change into a something that saw itself above the common human cattle. If you become a member of a race that more often than not sees humans as nothing else than something lower in the food chain, one should expect some mental adjustments.
Omi of course had noticed these changes as soon as he had woken up. He knew how his way of thinking had changed but he really didn\'t mind, how could he, as he had willingly become what he now was. Unlike the most, he had been fully aware of what he was agreeing to, it hadn\'t really been that much of a change for him at all. He had been a killer before, now at least he could be more economical. Business, pleasure and food in the same package, not a bad deal really.
Something else that Omi had been more than happy to notice was that he once again had a full set working eyes. It was something he really was grateful for his new state of being. As hot as Farfarello might look, he had no real desire to mimic his appearance that badly.
His new eye felt a bit strange though, as if it wasn\'t just a normal eye but something more. Sometimes he would see strange things with it, perhaps ghosts or spirits, he didn\'t know what they were. There seemed to plenty of them around these cells though. Perhaps they really were spirits of those tortured and killed here before he came. If so, perhaps they were happy of the plans he had, giving him their silent blessings and support.
Aside these strange sights though, his new eye was as good, or maybe even better than his original one. There really seemed to be many benefits when you become an undead...
The more cosmetic changes would be hard to see right now, not that they mattered at the moment. He could deal with the way he looked later, it was more important to know what his body would be capable of. It was also something Omi was quite eager to test on his captors, his mind already imagining the things he would do to Nalim.
His body did feel much stronger now than it had before, something he had tested on his bonds. As they had snapped apart like wet pieces of paper when he had stretched a bit, it was pretty obvious that they wouldn\'t hold him in place anymore. None the less, he had decided to stay on his \'bed\' for now, just to give a nice surprise to his captors when they would eventually arrive. He would really enjoy seeing the looks on their faces when he would rip them apart. Omi just couldn\'t resist at smirking at that thought, it was something he really was looking forward to.
Suddenly he heard a familiar sound of footsteps approaching to room. They were coming closer and closer by every second, each step bringing them closer to their doom. He forced himself to be as still as possible, hoping to give his captors as big surprise as possible. After a surprisingly long wait, the door finally opened, letting a group of humans in. Hearing two pairs of boots coming closer, Omi figured that they were going to tie him up for a transfer once again. A shame that it wouldn\'t go like that anymore, things had changed since the last time and these guards... or whatever they were would be first to notice it... fatally.
Sensing them on both sides of him, Omi snapped his eyes open and lunged to the right at blinding speed. Omi\'s sudden movement caught the guards by surprise, and by the time they could react at all Omi was off the table and on the move. By the end of his leap Omi had already kicked one of the guards hard on the hip, shattering the \'poor\' man\'s pelvic bone into little pieces in the process.
That man fell on the floor screaming, his mind incapable dealing with anything else but the pain. A moment later his screams and pain were mercifully stopped by Omi\'s boot impacting on his head. The force of the blow was strong enough to crush the skull like a rotten egg, splattering brains and gore all over the floor.
All of this had taken only few seconds, barely enough time for the other guards to react to Omi\'s attack. As Omi took some time to observe his enemies, the guard near him tried to attack at him. Trying to tackle him from behind, his attempt failed even to move Omi at all, not that Omi even noticed it as his eyes were fixed on Dr Nalim and his retinue. Standing near the door, their mouths hanging open.
His eyes still fixated on his nemesis, Omi absently took a hold of the guard behind him and threw him into a nearby wall. The man flew across the room like an arrow and crashed into the wall with a loud cracking noise. After that, the guard fell down to the ground into a mangled heap, giving no clue if he was dead or alive.
At this point even Nalim had noticed dangerous Omi now was. Acting on the better part of valour, he tried to run out of the door he had just come in. It was a move quickly intercepted by Omi though. Noticing the escape attempt, Omi was beside him in a blink of an eye. He grabbed Nalim from by his neck and threw him back into the metal \'bed\', the impact creating a loud metallic noise. This throw knocked Nalim out for now, thus giving Omi enough time to deal with the remaining guards.
Still shocked by the surprising turn of events, they were soon quickly overpowered by Omi\'s unnatustrestrength. After a moment or two of fighting they were falling into pieces around him, literally...
One of them was soon missing a large part of his head. A piece of skull could be seen decorating a nearby wall, still dripping pieces of grey matter and blood. The force of impact had been so great that it was imbedded into the wall, almost turnihat hat piece of anatomy into an abstract piece of art... gruesome yes, but definitely a conversation piece in any home.
The remaining two tried to furiously take Omi down, an act that wasn\'t really working that well for them. Any minor damage Omi managed to take was absorbed, or repaired in a matter of seconds. It was almost as if his body wasn\'t made of normal flesh and blood anymore, becoming something more by the process he\'d gone through.
//Wow, these vampire powers really do help in a fight...// Omi mused as he absently struck his hand into one mans chest and ripped his heart out. As the man fell to the floor, looking almost comically surprised, Omi threw the organ over his shoulder. It made a wet sound as it landed on Nalim, making Omi chuckle as image of a heartless doctor with another man\'s heart came to his mind.
Having blown enough steam for now, Omi began to feel the new needs of his body, namely bloodlust and need to feed. His senses now sharper than ever, he could even hear the frantic heartbeat of the remaining guard. Acting purely on instinct, Omi\'s eyes fell upon the unforte mte man, his eyes glowing brightly as he approached his upcoming late night snack.
One of the eyes, the one that Nalim hadn\'t cut off, had turned crimson during the night and was giving of a warm red glow. Though as creepy that might have looked, the other one was far stranger. The empty socket had regenerated an eyeball that wasn\'t as \'normal\' as the other one was, quite far from it in fact. This new eye, for some reason, was split like cats and its colour was bright yellow, almost golden... The light it gave of was even greater than other one\'s, giving that side of his face an eerie golden glow...
These eyes glaring from his pretty face, splatters of blood all around him and on him, they really made Omi quite a sight to behold. It really wasn\'t helped much by the fact that Omi\'s fangs had come out, showing through his grin as he steadily advanced towards the man shaking in front of him.
Witnessing this vision of horror, the guard decided that it was clearly time to leave this madhouse, no matter what his contract might say. Turning around and running to the door like hell itself was on his heels might have been a wise choice, if he had \'faced\' a different kind of adversary that is. As it was, Omi just blinked as the man turned around tried to run away, the man\'s speed seemingly in slow motion in his eyes.
Wishing to keep this man on his menu, Omi quickly dashed after him, his speed making it seem as if the guard was standing still. The man had managed to move but an inch or two as Omi already had a firm grip of his neck, easily preventing him from going anywhere. After that, there was barely enough time for the man even to blink as Omi ripped his throat open with his fangs, eagerly drinking the warm blood the begun to gush into his mouth.
Omi took his time satisfying his hunger as he drained the man to the last drop. After he had become but a dry husk, Omi licked his lips clean, hoping not to miss even a drop of the precious nectar. His thirst finally satisfied, Omi once again had control over himself, something that he had briefly lost to his first bloodlust. His enemies killed, the needs of his body dealt with, there was only one thing left to do in this hell hole... Revenge.
His former tormentor was stillre hre he had thrown him, lying in a boneless heap next to the \'bed\' Omi had been tied into before his escape. At the moment Nalim was quite unconscious, a state Omi didn\'t approve at all. After all, how could he pay back to this man all the \'nice\' things he\'d done to him if he were to be unconscious, it was something Omi would have to take care of before starting to deal with him.
\"Now how should I wake him up?\" Omi mused as he gazed upon Nalim\'s prone form. \"I got it! A nice sharp shock should wake him up, now where to administer it though...? Ah yes, he won\'t be using his hands so much after this, I\'m sure he won\'t mind at all if I use them for that,\" Omi said with an evil smile on his face and stomped on Nalim\'s left hand, the force of the blow strong enough to turn the bones in to fine little pieces and splattering the flesh and skin into a mush around his blood encrusted boot.
This indeed was quite effective in waking up Nalim, Omi noticed, as Nalim was screaming in pain as the loss of a hand quickly registered in the man\'s mind. This didn\'t stop Omi from repeating this action on Nalim\'s right hand as well though, one could never be sure enough after all, and the second scream was just as nice to hear as the first one.
His victim now suitably awakened, Omi began his own little \'scientific\' experiments on the doctor. Prodding and probing the man with his bare hands could hardly be considered gentle and painless method, even more so when vampiric strength is added to the mix.
For a while Omi thoroughly enjoyed the screams his actions invoked from Nalim, them being a proof of Nalim\'s suffering, something Omi enjoyed greatly at the moment. Eventually though, they began to irritate him, they were becoming a distraction and they were starting to repeat themselves really.
Finally Omi fixed this by punching a hole into Nalin throat with his finger, right there where his vocal cords should be. This did shut him up pretty well, but then Omi realized that it would shorten the time he would be useful. Wishing to take all the enjoyment he could from this, Omi reached to the nearby table that held numerous knifes and scalpels and also the prisoners own weapons.
Omi briefly wondered why they would have those things here in this room as well. //Now why are these here? My tanto and... what this? Farfie\'s dagger... or is it a sword?! Hmm, what an interesting device... This will do I think, I\'m sure that Farfie doesn\'t mind, and if he does... well, I\'m sure I can make it up to him someway.//
This happy thought in mind, Omi grabbed the odd looking weapon from the table and gave Nalim an evil looking smirk, agitating the mangled man even further from his already not-so-nice mentalte. te.
\"Well now dear doctor, it\'s now time for YOUR operation. You don\'t need to worry, I\'ll be just as gentle as you were. I can guarantee that for sure... Now, shall we get on with it?\" Omi said, as he began to take Nalim apart piece by piece, only sounds in the room Nalim\'s painful moans and Omi\'s amused giggles...
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-Few moments earlier (Farfarello\'s P.O.V)-
When the guards had come for Omi, someone else had been awake as well. Having heard and seen Omi\'s interaction with the vampire, Farfarello had barely been able to sleep during the night. Even the few times when he\'d had managed catch some rest had been fitful, his dream plagued by a certain kitten of Weiss. In those dreams though Bombay was no white hunter but a fallen angel, something he would have thought impossible before meeting the boy in real. Now though, it didn\'t seem so strange at all, and if those seductive dreams were to be any clue his interest to him wouldn\'t be quite platonic...
So it was that after waking up the fifth time in the night, Farfarello decided to keep an eye on \'his\' kitten. He knew when the kitten had woken up, he had even noticed when he had tested his newfound strength on his bindings, ripping through them like paper. Now he looked at the bloodstained vision near him as he Bombay went through the guards like a hurricane of flesh, leaving only death and destruction in his wake.
He saw as Bombay splattered man\'s head to the floor with his boot...
He saw Bombay rip one man\'s heart from his chest and throw it away like a broken toy...
He saw him grab the remaining guard and use him as his morning appetiser...
He was getting a hard on and could do nothing about it!
Finally he sees Bombay eing ing his revenge on this man, torturing him like an expert and clearly enjoying it. He hears the pitiful screams of the man before the kitten silences him, his respect for Bombay rising steadily due his skill. They makes him wonder where he had learned them, Weiss had never used such tactics. This unknown aptitude for torture makes him wonder what or who he is looking at if not at the Weiss kitten...
//Who are you I wonder? Not Omi Tsukiono or Bombay, that\'s for sure. The Weiss would never be capable of such beauty or such skill, the God itself must be weeping tears of blood in his heaven.//
He sees Bombay, no... Mamoru take HIS blade from a table, admiring it for a moment before resuming his actions. He sees him peel the man\'s skin from his flesh like from an apple, the pieces of skin falling to the floor in shower of bloody petals. He sees as the man loses pieces of his flesh one by one, the eyes being dug out of the sockets and the ears cut of his head.
//No, you\'re not Tsukiono... You\'re something else, something hidden underneath the mask you told me of. Mamoru Takatori, who are you, fallen amongst the angels. Fallen...? Yes, a fallen angel in disguise, that\'s what you are. My crimson Lucifer, the splinter in the eye of God...//
His fallen angel\'s job was almost done by now, the tortured man besides him a pile of mindless flesh, spilling bloody froth from his mouth as he gibbers. Nothing more to do to his toy, he grabs the man from his shoulders, one hand grabbing the other and one another. Taking a firm grip he suddenly yanks them to different directions, ripping the wreck of a man in two. The blood and body parts flying all around him and the crimson shower painting his Lucifer with beautiful rain of red blood.
His fallen angel smiles at the sight of this man\'s demise and raises from the ground where he had been kneeling, at the same time bringing his bloodied hands to his mouth to lick them clean. He does it like a cat, licking daintily one finger after another, an act that that causes even further throbbing in his groin. He can\'t hep but to moan Omi\'s new name, to him at least, as this wondrous creature cleans himself.
\"...My Lucifer,\" The words are nearly inaudible as they come from Farfarello\'s mouth, they are heard none the less. The object of these words turns to look at him with his still glowing eyes, the expression on his face unreadable. As he looks into those eyes, in his mind he briefly wonders whether the owner of them will bring him the true death... or little death. Both he\'d be willing to receive from his fallen angel of death and so he simply waits.
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//Mmm, now that was a perfect way to blow some steam, why hadn\'t I done that long before?// //It would had done wonders to my stress levels...// Omi thinks happily, still coming down from his high after dealing with Nalim, his senses on overdrive and a big grin on his face. Those very same senses now enable him to catch two whispered words, words from the only other living occupant of the room. Someone he\'d managed to forget for a while, all of his attention being fixed on getting his revenge...
//Lucifer? He\'s calling ME that?! And judging from the tent in those leather pants of his I can guess what else he\'s thinking... Definitely flattering, no doubt about that but what should I do with him? There are so many options after all. Kill him? Release him? Give him a blow job?! ...hmm, now where did that thought come from? Never mind, I suppose I\'ll cut him loose and see what happens, there isn\'t anything that he could do that I couldn\'t handle anyways...//
Omi walks next to the table, thinking what to do with this cute psychopath of his, after he lets him loose that is. No doubt it would something frowned in polite company, or in almost any company probably.
Almost absently, Omi rips the leather straps holding the man apart, then steps back a bit to see what would Farfarello do when freed. Though he thinks Farfarello isn\'t as incoherent as he acts, Omi knows that he\'s very far from sane as well, a good reason to give the man some space...
After few seconds Farfarello raises from the slab, his eyes fixed on Omi all the time. He steps on to the blood-slick floor and takes a step towards Omi, his the possible intentions still quite unclear. Omi tenses a bit as he lunges towards him, but that tension is soon turned into another kind of emotion as Farfarello starts kissing him.
The kiss is deep and passionate one, Farfarello\'s tongue probing deep into Omi\'s bloodied mouth, seeking the coppery taste found within there. Very soon Omi starts to respond to the kiss, his own tongue seeking Farfarello\'s and the two organs begin their heated duel.
As things progress, their hands start to wander around each other\'s bodies, their minds disappearing into a red haze. Anything else is forgotten as they slowly fall to the floor and rip their clothes off from each other, not caring of the bodies, blood or random pieces of flesh surrounding them...
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Their errant desires sated for now, the two madmen turn to look at each other. Both of their bodies cut and bloodied, what came from their pleasures and what from their confinement, it\'s near impossible to say. Obviously uncaring of that, two of them rose from the floor, still keeping their eyes on each other. The silence could have lasted even longer but finally Omi broke the ice so to speak, commenting on their lack of clothing.
\"Well lover, I suppose we should put something on if we\'re going to get out of here... ...unless you wish to leave like this that is? I may be many things but I\'m not that much of an exhibitionist, it really isn\'t my kink, you know,\" Omi comments with a chuckle and then continues.
...I DO hope you were planning of leaving this hell hole, I for sure am not going to stay here longer than necessary...\" Omi trails off, looking around for suitably clean sets of clothing from the corpses.
That seems to snap Farfarello out of his daze, his eyes briefly darting to their discarded clothes. Omi\'s had been all but destroyed from his treatment and Farfarello\'s were not in much better state due desires of certain Helena Fleisch. Seeing the less than usable condition of them he joins in Omi\'s search, but at the same time he quietly voices a question to him, the words said in a surprisingly uncertain voice.
\"What are we Bombay... no, Mamoru? What am I to you? You were right in your views on our masks, I\'m not as insane as I let people to see and whatever you might be, I now have no idea but sane isn\'t it I think. We had our fun, God weeping for it in his high heaven no doubt, but what now?\" Farfarello asks, his single eye revealing the inner turmoil he\'s in, caused by feelings previously unknown to him at all.
His job finished already due his vampiric speed, Omi quickly removes clothes from another man and throws them to Farfarello before answering. \"What are we... besides being a pair of lunatics, that is? I honestly don\'t know Jei. I\'m still somewhat unsure what I\'ve become myself, not to mention what happened between us... I suppose we could be considered to be dating, eh. Not perhaps the most normal start for a relationship, but then again we\'re not the most normal people anyways, ain\'t that right?\"
That last comment managed to bring a somewhat am smi smirk on Farfarello\'s face, who is still going to question Omi further. Seeing that, Omi intercepts the question before it comes out of Farfarello\'s mouth.
\"Heh, why don\'t we just agree that we\'re SOMETHING at the moment and just get out of here. You\'d better dress up before we start running off, unless you enjoy flashing, like I told you, it isn\'t my thing. We can iron the details of our fucked up relationship later, is that fine with you Jei-kun?\" Finished Omi as he quickly plants a kiss on Farfarello\'s lips and goes to the door, trying to listen for possible enemies nearby.
Reeling from the quick kiss, Farfarello was frozen for few seconds just whispering the words \"My Lucifer...\" weakly before snapping out of it. Putting his mind on the task at hand, he quickly dresses into the slightly stained combat fatigues Omi gave him. Looking for his weapon he remembers that Omi has it, he used it making his art after all, but on the same table where Omi had picked it up is another weapon.
It was a tanto with a black blade except for its silvery edge itself, and on its blade is engraved the Takakori crest with a golden kanji. He picks it and Omi\'s darts from the table and walks quietly next to Omi,entlently tapping his shoulder. Omi turns around and as he sees what Farfarello is holding he gets an idea.
Smiling impis he he takes Farfarello\'s dagger and quickly makes a cut into his tongue with it, just like he has seen his newfound lover to do in the past. Seeing this, Farfarello repeats the act as he draws blade and uses it to cut into his already scarred tongue, bloodying the blade of the tanto slightly. He hands the weapons back to Omi, taking back his own blade in exchange.
Still blushing slightly from this twisted version of indirect kiss, he follows Omi closely behind as Omi steps out of the room they have been confided in.
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Stepping warily into the hallway, Omi looks around carefully, hoping to find some route that\'d take them out of where ever they\'d been imprisoned in. At the same time he couldn\'t but wonder about the lack guards around here, it was as if no one else had known of Nalim and his goons coming to him.
//Is that why hasn\'t there been any alarm yet? That bastard must have thought that he could have another unofficial round of experiments on me! Tch, good riddance for that baka, I hope he\'ll rot in hell...
That aside, where in hell are nd hnd how\'re gonna get out this place. Doors in every direction, no sign of what floor we\'re in, there isn\'t even a window in sight. Kuso, with my luck we\'re in some goddamn basement or something. What I wouldn\'t give for a hint at this poi...//
:: ...ome in here idi, t.. fift... door to ..he ...ight! ::
//What the hell was that!? That\'s the way that Alucard guy talked to me, it isn\'t really clear though and it sure isn\'t Alucard... Should I take the risk and gere ere the voice says...?//
:: Godda... madmen, wh... o... I alway... have to ...eal wit... them! I\'m ...n you... side ...ou morons... ::
At that point the choice was taken out of Omi\'s hands as the alarms started yelling at full volume. Apparently some idiot had finally had finally looked at security monitors coming from their cell and had sounded the alarm, alerting the entire complex in the process.
\"Oh hell, here goes nothing,\" Omi muttered as he ran the door the voice had mentioned, a puzzled Farfarello following right on his heels. The door was locked but that mattered little as Omi forced his way in, pulling his partner in behind him before closing the door behind him silently.
It was only after that he turned around and looked where he had just barged in. The look of surprise on Omi\'s and Farfarello\'s face was quite complete when they saw who was waiting for them there, as was the state of the person in question.
Apparently they were in the morgue of this place, and right in the centre of the room was pale apparition of Bradley Crawford standing besides a young teenage girl. The girl had long jet black hair, pale skin and curious crimson eyes that seemed far older than her other appearance. At the moment though, the girl was smiling amusedly at the two startled madmen as they heard the dry voice of Brad Crawford echoing in their heads, his tone of voice quite annoyed at the moment...
:: It\'s about time you two got here! If you two wouldn\'t have been so busy screwing your brains out, you might have gotten here a bit sooner. Why, even though I\'m dead, I still have to deal with horny psychopaths! ::
TBC...
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Author notes: Phew, another chapter done! And what a monster it became... 114kB as a .DOC file! Oh well, now to work on ch4 and my other projects. Who knows how long they\'re take to write up. Heh, I\'m just lazy, there\'s no other excuse. I do hope that next chapter, whatever it\'s going to be, will take less than another 2 months!!
Oh yeah, thanks for my friend Guruhoro for proofreading this monster of a chapter. ^_^. I\'ll even recommend reading his fics that can be found in Mediaminer.org, they can be quite interesting... -_-\' A word of warning though, many of them are quite graphic lemons and quite perverted... Then again, that\'s a good thing right?
PS. I had to split the chapter for Adultfanfiction.net... Grumble >:(
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