Taste

AN: whoooot I finally got this out. Sorry for being so lazy with this, but I got sidetracked with my zombie DN fic. And if you haven't read 'Bitter' yet, you should. Since it comes before this... yeah.

Warning. This is very different from 'Bitter'. This will not be a love story. This will be twisted, gritty. If you no like, no read.

Suggested Listening: Sold My Soul by The Used (I heard this and was just like 0_o because it just seemed to fit so well)

-Taste-

The rain plastered the water darkened hair to his skin but he wasn't bothered by it much. He had other things to deal with. Like that damn screaming in the back of his mind. The same voice that sang throughout his entire being.

Blood, it screamed.

And blood it would receive once he found a good candidate.

He was picky with his meals but he could afford to be. He was well experienced after almost seeing a thousand years worth of hunts. Some days he hunted just for the fun, just for the looks of fear he was rewarded with when he was shot but did not fall.

And others, like today, he actually craved the blood of those animals that were beneath him.

And they were beneath him. In looks. In intelligence. And in the food chain.

He liked what he was, had become, to a certain degree. He no longer lamented over his losses. Mostly...

The world had changed much in the centuries that had passed. Almost the entire planet was covered with cities and people; the sun in most of the cities was covered by a thick cloud of smog that forever had the blonde smirking.

It was always night in those cities. And for someone who needn’t sleep much save for boredom, it was a blessing.

He watched a young girl and her mother walk by and unsheathed his fangs. His target had been chosen. The young ones always tasted sweet but were never quite filling enough to satisfy his craving.

He would have to choose another afterwards.

He jumped from the rooftop and snatched the girl, gloved hand covering her mouth, and they silently disappeared into the alleyway yards away. He sank his teeth into her freckled neck and was almost euphoric as her hot blood flooded his mouth.

He drank until her body was almost dry, licking the blood droplets from her skin, before dropping her body to the cold ground. She was dead, and would not rise as one of his kind; he always took care not to turn others.

He didn’t want to have any fledglings crawling around him to disrupt his life.

His tongue slipped from his mouth and slithered across his lips and he sucked the last tang of blood away. If he was lucky, he might get someone who tasted spicy. But blood like that was rare, and almost impossible to find.

He could hear the mother calling for her child and grinned despite himself. She wouldn’t find her daughter alive, though he was hardly concerned with her plight.

In all the centuries that had passed, the existence of the darker creatures that lurked alongside the humans had yet to be exposed and only ran more rampant as the humans destroyed the planet with their more advanced forms of transportation and such.

But who was Mello to complain?

He moved to a different alley, dark eyes scanning the passing hordes of people for the last part of that nights hunt. He leaned against the dingy brick walls and crossed his arms irritably. He watched people shiver and pull their coats closer around themselves and wondered if his skin felt icy.

Warmth affected him, but the cold did nothing. And he found that fact bothered him far less than it should have.

He wrinkled his nose a little as someone close by lit up a cigarette. He hated those damn things. His senses were better than that of a lowly humans and the smell irritated the hell out of him; it burned his throat and nose.

He would choose that one as his meal then, just to get rid of the smell.

He turned the corner, startling the boy in front of him, but stopped in surprise before chilling laughter fell from his lips. He gripped the boys arm and pulled him away from prying eyes despite his protests.

“Hello Matt.” his breaths ghosted across the boys lips and green eyes widened, fear flickering through them.

“Who the hell are you? How do you know my nickname?” the boy snapped, though he was shaking.

Mello felt a cruel smile worm its way across his face. Well wasn't that interesting. Though he supposed it was to be expected, Matt had died, turned himself to ash via suicide only months after having turned Mello.

“No.... but you did once. A very long time ago.” he ran a gloved finger down Matt's cheek and watched in satisfaction as the boy shivered. His fangs were unsheathed again and Matt sucked in a breath at the sight.

“W-what the hell?” the boy was trembling in his grip now, whether from the rain or his teeth Mello didn't care. Mello knew that he could just turn and walk away, leave the poor human who had once been his lover to go on in peace, and perhaps let him be happy.

He could.

But he wasn't going to. Call it revenge, call it a perverse form of retribution, call it what you will. But Matt would be his. And Matt would suffer just the way Mihael had.

The only difference... Mello knew what he was doing despite the voice in his head telling him to drink the boy dry, telling him to just kill him. No, death was not fitting for such a beautiful thing.

He pressed his mouth to the boys and loved the way Matt squirmed against him; trying futilely to break free.

He removed his mouth and sank his teeth into the boy’s neck. Matt screamed and Mello let him despite the people who poked their heads into the alley in curiosity.

Matt was his and no one else’s. And soon Matt would realize that, because Matt was infected and he would change. But Mello wouldn't let the boy run off on his own. Oh no.

He drank just enough for the redhead to fall unconscious and limp in his arms. He scooped the boy up and they were on a rooftop heading for Mello's home before anyone had even fully seen their faces.

Matt's shaking increased and Mello felt his body heating up. Ah, the infection was working its way through his system, burning all the blood and messing with everything in his body.

It was a disease, and though if one drank too much blood it could kill, just one bite would turn. It was painful, and it torn you apart. And you could no longer remain who you once were, the infection simply would not allow it.

To be infected was to change, some would only a change a little, and they were the lucky ones. Others gained an almost separate personality, others were simply not strong enough to survive the infection at all.

It was like a separate entity living inside your mind, always there and constantly seeking to take over, to make you give into it. Blood, blood was all it wanted.

Matt moaned painfully in his unconscious state and Mello's un-beating heart wrenched in pain for doing this to someone he'd once loved.

But he shoved the feeling away. Those days were long gone, gone with Mihael.

Now, despite the pain, Mello took a rather perverse pleasure in turning something so innocent into something undead like him. He loved watching the boy try to curl in on himself as the virus shut down his systems, one by one in a most painful way.

Once in his home Mello stripped the boy naked and left him on the floor where he twitched and groaned, sweat making his body glisten. He longed to touch him, such a beautiful boy. But he had a hunt to finish, as it had been interrupted by a flame from the past.

He was quick this time, not bothering to wait on his meal, and instead sank his teeth into the first thing that crossed his path. An elderly gentleman, who barely put up a fight as Mello took his life.

There was no real pleasure to be had in his hasty meal, his mind far to preoccupied by Matt. But he wasn’t really bothered as he knew he would be entertained soon. He left the man's body propped up against a wall and was once more on the move despite the forceful calls from the back of his mind to just go on a rampage and gorge himself on blood.

He hated when it got like that. He didn't like anything controlling him, especially not that damn thing that was inside him. He grinned at the absurdity of it all; it made him sound like he was schizophrenic.

But he knew all of them went through this, all the time, and it was because Matt had been weak that Mihael had been turned. He hated him for that.

His boots landed on the balcony of his apartment and he slipped inside. One thing he liked about where he lived, no one would say anything no matter how loud someone were to scream.

He kicked off his boots and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over a chair as he looked over at his prey.

The boy, who Mello would peg at about sixteen to eighteen, clawed at the floor with his fingers, nails scrapping at the wood. His breathing was harsh and Mello could hear the moment his heart began to slow, preparing for his inevitable death.

He smirked as the boy arched his back. He was far too tempting to just leave alone, despite the process being incomplete. He wanted to hurt him, make him bleed while he could, scar him.

He unzipped his leather vest and let it slide to the floor and found it amusing the way the boys eyes flickered across his now exposed skin. Green eyes widened a fraction, despite the obvious distracting pain, as Mello undid his belt and rid himself of his leather pants.

He saw fear in those eyes, as well as something akin to desire. Matt didn't know what he was in for then. Not at all.

Matt had always been gentle with him, as Mello had been a human then and Matt's strength could have easily injured him. But Mello wasn't aiming to be gentle, far from it. He grinned cruelly and descended on the boy, flipping him onto his stomach.

His tongue snaked its way across the heated flesh of the boys back before he harshly sank his teeth into his shoulder eliciting a pained moan. Mello knew that the process of turning, of the virus taking hold, was excruciatingly painful. And that any more pain added to the already overwhelmed psyche could break the mind beyond repair, but he wasn't going to hold back.

He ran his fingers painfully across the boy’s sides, nails digging into the flesh and drawing lines of red. His tongue greedily lapped at the blood that welled from the wounds and he yanked the boy closer as he tried to squirm out of reach.

“S-stop.” Matt rasped though Mello paid him no mind and ran a finger over the curve of his ass. Matt wasn't going to like this at all, because he wasn’t there to pleasure him or help ease his turn.

If he was truthful, he wanted to see if he could break him. Fuck with his mind until it shattered and twisted into something else completely. And physical pain was the best way to go about it.

He gripped the back of the boys neck and shoved his face to the floor completely leaving his lower half exposed to him. Mello didn’t bother to prepare him and groaned in delight at the scream that ripped it way through Matt’s throat.

While he was not gentle, he took care not to snap the boys neck with his hold on him. If he died before he was completely turned that was it, lights out, do not pass Go and do not collect immortality.

He leaned foreword and licked the shell of his ear. “You shouldn't have smoked.” he laughed quietly at the choked sob and pulled away only to ram into him viciously. He could smell the salty tears as they fell and god did it just add to everything.

Everything about this excited Mello. The soft, slick feel of the boys heated skin, the blood that dripped down his thighs, his poorly hidden half screams and those tears. If his heart could beat he was sure it would have been going wild with adrenaline.

He wanted Matt's last human thoughts to be filled with pain and fear, and an absolute anguish that would never go away. And Mello always got his way.

Mello felt the boys pulse go dead as he released inside him, only his slightly elevated breaths giving away his pleasure. Mello knew the boy was one of them now, as he was still moving, shuddering, despite his heart having gone cold in his chest.

He pulled away from the boys cooling body and watched as the blood that dripped from him began to slow and stop. The boys head tilted to the side to view him, face expressionless.

Dull green eyes shifted across his naked form and Mello shivered in excitement. However the newly turned Matt ended up being, Mello was sure to enjoy him.

-End-

AN: Yup that's it. The end. No more. And as I had stated, it was not going to be some love story.

Thoughts?