Of Blood and Destiny

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A/N: Of Blood and Destiny is an original rp adventure played by Triceybabe - Jin, and Best Left Exposed - Kuriin. We both have fun playing with these guys, we hope you enjoy reading. :)

(This chapter contains no warnings, but later chapters will have explicit sex and violence.)


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Jin layed down on the roof of the orphanage he helped take care of. He sighed fitfully... his mind still going through the images of the encounter with the demon. Closing his eyes, he let the breeze ruffle his hair...caress his cheek. "How could I have done such a botched up job like that?" he asked the breeze. Sighing again, he tried to put it from him. He was running low on funds and it looked liked he would have to pick-pocket this time. But not right now... "Tomorrow," he promised.

Kuriin paced the length of his room like a caged panther. He preferred to go out after the sunset, but his thoughts of the intruder kept his blood raging with a continual hunger. A hunger even stronger than normal. He didn't have a choice but to head out into town earlier than was his want. Cloak wrapped tightly around him, he pulled his hat down to cover most of his sensitive, pale eyes and walked briskly out the door and into the thin woods that surrounded his estate.

Jin sat up. "I'm getting lazy," he commented. He jumped off the roof, landing on his feet gracefully. He decided to head into town instead of putting it off until tomorrow. He effortlessly walked the ten miles to town, arriving there in less than an hour. Moving fluidly through the shadows, he was able to observe without being observed. He searched for a dim-witted noble.

Food was plentiful on the bad side of town. All he had to do was sit in a dark corner of a pub and suck in all the pain and rage of the poor and destitute. Not as good as drawing blood, but it appeased his human soul. He could manage human food, but it tasted of dust and ashes in his mouth and sat like a stone in his stomach. This was the easy compromise of a demon chained with a soul. He made his way across town in long easy strides toward one of his many familiar haunts.

Jin sat down in one of the alleyways. Leaning back against the wall, he waited patiently for the first fool that would try to hit on him. Being young and a bit on the pretty side had always attracted the wrong sort of attention. So why not use it? He unbuttoned the first three buttons on his tunic, exposing a certain amount of chest and waited. The jerks always came to him.

The path was so worn and familiar, he could've walked it blindfolded, but as always, his keen senses were fully alert. The crowd was thick around him, the last minute hustle before the sun fell. He normally avoided crowds like the plague, so kept as much to the side as possible. Trying, but not quite able to keep a small smug smile from pulling at his lips, though. Housewives and errand boys could have quite the tempers... he drew in little bits from all of them as he made his way carefully toward his destination. Carefully because even for one as strong as he, there were still dangers. A knife in the gut was still painful even if one could survive it. As he passed yet another darkened alley, he caught a glimpse of a figure leaned back against the wall. He missed a step and stumbled forward. "Damn it," he murmured, cursing his clumsiness. He was NEVER clumsy. He continued for three more steps then stopped.

Jin sat quietly... eyes trained to the ground as he listened to the faltering foot steps. 'C'mon,' he thought to himself, body practically vibrating... he so needed a good fight to get his mind off things.

Kuriin felt a tugging in his body. The figure in the alley. He had barely caught a glimpse of him, but he knew it was the boy. Jin. He turned very quietly on his heel and edged his way back to the corner of the alley, pausing there. His back to the wall, facing the crowd flowing by him and inhaled the familiar scent. It was indeed Jin. He was annoyed that the small boy could raise such a reaction in him. No one had ever affected him so. Not even.... "Shit," he mumbled and rounded the corner.

Jin listened to the footsteps... they seemed to be coming closer to him. He stood up and leaned, nonchalantly against the wall, eyes still trained on the ground. What was wrong with him... he seemed to be more excited than usual. It took his all not to look up from his seemingly casual stance.

He stood towering darkly before the boy, who had yet to look up at him. Impatient, he reached out and drug a sharp nailed finger lightly across the boy's jaw line and pricked him gently under his lowered chin to raise his face up.

Jin gasped. No wonder his body was practically humming. "You!" he gasped out.

A chuckle rumbled up from deep in his chest. "Were you expecting someone?" His eyes slid down Jin's opened shirt with a raised eyebrow. "It would seem so." He ran his tongue across sharpened teeth in an evil grin.

Jin shivered under the intense gaze... once again feeling naked. His hand shot to his neckline about to button his shirt. 'That was twice!!' He thought irritably. Twice, this man had caught him off his guard!

Kuriin's hand shot out and grabbed Jin's thin wrist in a wrenching grip. "Don't bother," he said capturing his eyes with his pale blue ones, holding him with his gaze.

"But..." he struggled, trying to get his wrist free. "Let me go," he said, trying to pull away... but... he was already backed against the wall.

He laughed at the boy's feeble struggles. "It seems we keep finding ourselves in this position. Surely this won't become a habit?" He asked rhetorically. "Although..." Kuriin traced the line of Jin's collarbone and ran it down his smooth chest to where his shirt V-ed. A fire burned deep from within his eyes. Emotions that had long laid dorment urged his torpid blood to flow like a slow fire along his cold veins. What was it about the boy that stirred such burdensome emotions? Curiosity ate at him. He leaned in and whispered breathily in his ear, "Who ARE you?"

Jin shivered as his warm breath puffed against his sensitive elfish ears. "I should be asking you that," he said huskily. He still didn't know his name.

"Are you sure you want to know? Can you handle knowing me? You who entered my domain? You who waits in filthy alleys, tempting any mule-brained idiot who would happen to pass with elvish beauty?" He had lifted Jin's hand above his head and pressed it into the rough brick of the wall. His face mere inches from the elf's. "Maybe I'm the idiot for stopping," he barely whispered, then continued.
"You want my name? Ask the wind. The trees. The drunken sops at any pub. Any child in the street. My name is whispered in fear. Used as a curse."

Jin's eyes widened as he was further pinned. "It was just a job," he whispered, unable to look in his eyes. His heart raced as he gave one last feeble struggle. "Let me go... I'm not doing anything wrong being here." Yet... hung in the air unspoken.

He snorted. "Of course you aren't." He wasn't quite ready to let the boy go as yet. He wasn't going to be as easy as their previous meeting. No matter the soft pleading in the lilting voice. The softness of his skin that stretched a little too tightly over sinewy muscles. The raw nakedness in those luminescent eyes. 'Fuck,' Kuriin thought to himself. 'He's getting under my skin, and I cannot endanger myself or him.' Oh, how he wanted to taste that sweet flesh again and savour his blood, so full of despair and the will to live. It ached deep within him. A flash of confusion flickered across his normally blank face, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

Jin tilted his head, regarding his captor thoughtfully. The man seemed to be at war with himself. "You said if I entered your home again, you wouldn't let me go... I'm not in your home," he said, playing that card. He bucked against him, hoping to catch the man off guard and get away. The man was scaring him now and that is what he wasn't use to. He stifled his moan.

"So I did..." he whispered softly, reluctantly. Never losing his grip on the boy as he tried, once again, to free himself. The fear was a tangible thing around him. He pressed his forehead against the brick wall and sucked it in, feeding. Feeling guilty for doing it. Draining the boy that way, absorbing the fear that wound tightly around the trembling frame beneath him. But he couldn't help it. And oh how the emotion was so much sweeter coming from one such as him. He sighed as he cut himself off. No use in leaving the boy emotionally scoured for the rest of the night... for some reason feeling slightly responsible for his welfare. He turned his head toward the shivering boy, lips barely grazing his upswept ear. "And I didn't say you weren't welcome in my home at all... just not in stealth." A humorless smile pulled at his lips again.

The elf went limp... so much energy drained from him. "What do you want from me?" he asked, finally meeting his eyes. "I don't even know who you are..." His eyes fell to his lips. "I'm a thief... pure and simple... but who are you? Do you even know...?" The question trailed as the breeze snatched it away.

"Kuriin. The name given to me most recently is Kuriin," he spoke softly. "I am an abomination to the human race." What drove him to speak of such things to the small thief? Thieves were untrustworthy at best and rarely simple. He couldn't help but wonder why an elf would resort to such a base occupation. "I won't speak any more of it out here." His lips were pressed in a hard line. "The less said, the better," he said sharply, glancing down into those clear eyes again. Peering into their depths as if searching for something. "You want to know any more, you know where to find me," he paused. "It would... it would please me." He released his hold on the boy, trailing his hand down his arm in a caress. Barely brushing his lips across the elf's parted lips, then stepping back slowly. "I hope we meet again, Jin." He whispered low, giving the tiniest bit away, the raw desire that stirred in his chilled body.

"Kuriin...." he whispered, testing it on his tongue. He shivered, as a chill gust of wind wafted up; his warm spots, where Kuriin had him pinned was fast becoming cold.

Jin's soft voice saying his name like a gentle spring breeze rustling new leaves in a caress. "Yes." A real smile tipped his lips slightly. "It means to cry, you know," he said never taking his eyes from the elf's face.

He nodded. He knew the word well. "Goodbye, Kuriin. Perhaps we will meet again..." His own desire to, stunning him. He turned and quickly slinked into the shadows, leaving the man behind him.

Kuriin watched the small thief disappear into the shadows, wondering at himself, at his show of his own perceived weakness. At the dull ache that filled him watching him leave. And then the demon hunger grabbed him forcefully, like a punch to the gut and he ran out into the thinning crowd like a dark shadow in the light. The evil that resided just under the humanity seeking to slake the never ending thirst, forcing him to one victim after another...

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