The Immortal War | By : darkAngel36 Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 2108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: The
immortal war
Rating: R
Warning: High AU,
some characters are OOC, darkish, high amounts of swearing, Yaoi
and Yuri scenes.
Authors Notes:
Sorry if this chapter is short, and I’m very sorry about the story being slow
in updating, what can I say? Harry Potter is really getting to me, but like I
said, I won’t give this story up. Thanks everyone for their reviews.
Character’s ages:
Tomoyo – 15, Rika – 15, Eriol – 15, Chiharu -15, Takashi -15, Naoko – 15,
Sakura – 15, Tsu – 16, Tsuma – 19, Syaoran – 142, Chad - 315
Declaimer: I own
nothing of Card Captor Sakura, I only borrowed the characters.
Chapter Five – Worry
Sakura sat in a dark and damp cell, her arms wrapped tightly
around her legs, which were pulled up to her chest. They had taken Tomoyo…
hours ago. She had no idea what they had done with her, and she dreaded to
think that her friend was… Shaking her head furiously, the girl let out a
chocked sob, berrying her face into her arms, her body
shaking.
She had seen them dragging Tomoyo past her cell, and when
she had called to the girl, her only response was the sound of a closing metal
door, being bolted shut. She was scared, for Tomoyo, for herself and for her
friends.
What had happened to the others? What had happened to Eriol?
To everyone else. Wiping away a tear, the girl looked
up, willing to see Tomoyo being returned to her cell, willing to see that the
girl was in fact, still alive.
Meanwhile, up a few floors and down many corridors, the girl
of Sakura’s worries was slowly awakened. A small pained moan escaped her lips
as she moved her head to the side. Slowly, her violet eyes opened, blinking
away the haziness.
“I see you’re awake” came a calm voice, making the girl awaken
further, shooting up in the bed, only to have her neck protest as it sent out a
few dozen waves of pain, causing her hand to sweep to it, resting against where
she remembered she had been bitten… by that same vampire looking at her from
across the room.
Letting out a small yelp, the girl shot back in the bed,
pulling the blankets with her, covering most of her body.
Syaoran chuckled, shaking his head. Humans never seised to
amaze him, or amuse him.
Tomoyo looked to the vampire, then around her surroundings,
she was still in that room, she was – looking down at herself – she was still
alive!
Her eyes scanned back to the other occupant, watching him
warily, he was leaning back against the far wall, his arms folded over his
chest, one leg against the wall, and the other stretched out in front of him,
his brown coffee eyes resting neatly on her.
He seemed to be studying her, watching her movements like a
scientist watching a new found breed. It made her feel uncomfortable.
Her eyes travelled down to the blankets in front of her, not
being able to meet the gaze of the vampire.
“Tell me of this Eriol boy” Suddenly Syaoran demanded,
making sure if gave no room for arguments, not like Tomoyo was about to argue
with a vampire.
“Wh-what do you want to know?” she asked, daring to look up.
Syaoran pushing himself off the wall, walking slowly – like
an animal walking towards it pray.
“Age, lives… I don’t care really, just tell me about this
boy” he stated, stopping his walking meters from the bed.
He didn’t truly understand why he was so interested, but he
was. This Eriol character had intrigued him from first sighting. The boy
brought Syaoran into a kind of curiosity.
“He-he’s fifteen, like me… he lives with his… with his
father, in an old house… three blocks form the col…
from where I live” she stated, not wishing to give any information about the
human colony, she didn’t want to endanger anyone.
Syaoran nodded, “How did you get caught?” he asked, tilting
his head to one side as he studied the girl.
Tomoyo shook her head, swallowing her tears as she
remembered the traumatic event that had thrown her into this hellhole; to the
vampires.
“An earthquake… the ground opened up… we fell in” Tomoyo
said, betraying herself as a tear slipped down her cheek.
Syaoran nodded, “Ah yes, that earthquake” he said, smirking.
There was a knock on the door, making both occupants to look
towards it. Syaoran in hope that it was Chad, so he could show that man
that he had indeed changed and didn’t mind about inflicting even more violence
as he already had. Tomoyo just hopped it wasn’t another vampire, not wanting to
be fed from again, it was scary enough having one vampire in front of her,
taunting her with those long fangs glistening in the night as he spoke.
As the door opened, Syaoran was greeted with his wish and Tomoyo’s dread – Chad.
The tall vampire walked into the room, closing the door
casually behind him, his gaze shifting over to Syaoran, smirking as they danced
over the other’s body, and then his gaze shifted to the human in the bed.
“I hope your feeding was adequate” he said, eyes dancing
over the young girl, taking in her beauty, and her fear.
Syaoran glanced to the human, then glared back to the other
vampire. “What do you want?” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling
a little naked in front of those hungry eyes.
Chad
smirked, slowly walking further into the room, “What do I want? Hm, that’s a
good question” he murmured, advancing on the smaller boy.
Syaoran glared at him, not giving the man the satisfaction of
himself baking away, not wanting to see him uncomfortable with their new found
distance.
With his eyes flickering towards the tanned neck, Chad smirked,
“I see you’ve healed” he stated, nodding towards the neck, where he had bitten
the boy.
Growling, Syaoran narrowed his eyes on the other vampire,
“You basted, what the hell did you think you were doing? Doesn’t the words
‘We’re over’ mean anything to you?” he screamed, ready to throw a punch.
The vampire only smirked, “Oh, I never agreed with you on
that one Syaoran, I merely aloud you to leave with that other one… what was his
name again?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in thought, ignoring the
seething vampire in front of him, “Ah, yes, Shane.”
Then, narrowing his eyes, Chad’s arms shot out, grabbing both
Syaoran’s upper arms, “Don’t you forget who made you Syaoran, don’t let it slip
your mind that you still belong to me, that you’re mine. I made you, therefore
you belong to me, you had drunk my blood, slept in my bed, and carried my mark
for many years, that doesn’t mean that you can just walk out with some ass
fucking slut that catches your fancy” he yelled, eyes flashing darker as he
glared down at the eyes of his ex-lover.
The other didn’t back down, in fact his anger had flared and
he was more then willing to show just how much he belonged to this vampire. And
he did, with his clenched fists; he threw a punch at the other, hitting him
square in the nose, hearing the unmistakable crunch of a broken bone.
Chad
stumbled back, releasing his hold on the smaller vampire, clutching his nose.
He glared over to his ex-love, daring him with his eyes, than he leapt forward,
his fangs bared. He heard the human girl let out a scream, but he ignored her,
his attention was on the small form he had pinned under him.
“Get off!” Syaoran hissed, punching blindly at the vampire
atop of him, using his knees as well, “Get off me you basted” he shouted, he
let out a strangled scream when he felt his neck being attacked, long fangs
slipping through his skin, the blood slipping into the awaiting mouth.
He struggled to keep back as small moan as waves of pleasure
travelled out through his body, though Chad didn’t bother to hide his
pleasure back as he moaned loudly.
With clenched teeth, Syaoran brought his elbow down – hard.
He was gifted with an escape as Chad shot back, clutching his now
dislocated shoulder, glaring daggers at the brown haired vampire.
Syaoran’s hand was over his neck, glad to feel that the
wound was well on its way to healing, he glared back at the other vampire.
“Don’t you ever, ever touch me” he hissed, stepping back, “I’m not your’s. You
may have turned me, but I don’t belong to you. I’m not tired to you. You’ll
leave me be” he spat; he walked over towards the door. “Oh, and Chad” he turned
back to the vampire, “Don’t you ever give out your own name, Shane was better
then you’ll ever be” he spat, and then, with that he turned and left the room,
slamming the door shut behind him.
He walked past the ones that were meant to be guarding his
door, glaring at them when they made a move to force him back into the room,
wisely they backed up.
He made his way through the corridors, not daring to slow
down his pace. He wasn’t safe until he was out of this building.
“Syaoran!” he heard Chad’s voice file through the
corridor.
“Fuck off!” he shouted back, continuing to walk.
He didn’t make it to the exit however; his exit was blocked
by three beefy guards. Stopping, he glared to the three, then turned on his
heels and watched as Chad
approached him.
“I never knew I was being held prisoner” he said, hate
dripping off every word.
Chad
smirked, “You’re not a prisoner, you’re merely staying here, for a while my
dear Syaoran” he stated, moving forward still.
“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you” the brunette
hissed, narrowed brown eyes on the other, warning him.
With a small chuckle, the man took heed of the warning and
paused in his steps, “Here this, you stay with me for… oh, a few weeks – that’s
all I ask. Then you’re free to go. While you’re here you’ll be fed, with only
the best” he stated, bribing the boy in.
Looking closely to the vampire, Syaoran sighed, he wasn’t
getting much of a choice, “I want your word that you’ll let me go in three
weeks” he said, making sure the vampire knew the consequences to breaking the
promise wouldn’t be the nicest.
Chad
nodded, laughing, “Of course, and I will personally see you to the door love,
just stay for three weeks, no problems” he stated.
Syaoran smirked, slowly walking towards the other vampire,
his body slowly pressing into the taller one, he looked up into the lusting
eyes, he placed a small kiss on the others lips, then pulled back, “Then stay
away from me” he hissed, and for good measures, he punched him hard in the
stomach, stepping back to allow the winded man to crumble to the ground.
Sneering down at him, Syaoran walked past him, moving back
into the hellhole he had just agreed to staying in for three weeks, getting an
idea, he paused at the end of the corridor, “Oh, and Chad. I want you to bring me that
one you had promised me yesterday, the one named Eriol” he called, when the man
nodded (he was still on the ground) Syaoran turned and continued walking,
deciding the first thing to do was find another room to stay in, and to take a
shower, to get rid of the sent of his ex-lover.
TBC…
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