Death Stalker: The Battousai Vampire Series
Erm, Rakchec, I'm offended...This is my own original idea, and I'm very proud of it. Written before I even met your cousin, love.
Disclaimer: Don't own Ruroken.
I kill those who see my face, and never has a person been found alive after witnessing me kill.
Chapter Three – Dead or Alive
Well, now. Wasn't this a turn? It wasn't often; after all, I was told I was going to die. No, normally, it seemed that I would be the one informing the victim of their death-date.
"Do you remember?" Her words came out in almost a whisper. I strained to hear them. The pressure on my neck increased. "Do you remember?" She demanded once more, but this time, I heard it. It was quiet, but it was there; a cry. A strangled, heart-wrenching cry for release, of pain untold, searing heartaches and many nights of loneliness.
How did I know?
How could I not, should be the question.
After all, it was the same music my heart made every night.
"Do you?" She cried. It seemed it wouldn't be long before she broke down into tears. "Answer me, you bastard!"
"...I'm sorry...But I don't." My words were quiet, but they were true. I really didn't remember anything. I may be cursed to live forever, but at least I'm not forced to remember everything forever, even if that may be the perfect punishments for my crimes.
The world stood still, silent, for what seemed an eternity. Then, her fist came down on my chest, pounding it. The blade that had been placed precariously at my neck had been dropped. "No! No! No! I refuse to believe this. You have to remember. You have to, you monster! You killed them! You killed them all! You have to remember!" She paused, and to my utter surprise, dropped her head beside mine. Her body was shaking; whether it was rage or crying, I wasn't sure. "You...Have to. Otherwise, what will my hunting you have come down to? What kind of revenge it that?"
And at that moment, I knew. She was crying. I awkwardly raised my hand to pat her back. She stiffened, but made no effort to recoil.
I should've killed her by now; she was vulnerable. But I couldn't. And maybe I would regret this later, but that didn't matter. For it was also in that moment—when I realized there were tears streaming down her face—it was also the same moment I decided I would keep her alive.
For now.
Next time:
Chapter Four – Flames
Please review.