Dead Silence

ALT Title: Sunao/Kei Background

Dead silence… it was never a good thing to hear in his house. The house was too big for that, the sound of pattering feet and hushed words always able to be heard through the long, twisting hallways. The servants were always moving around, making the beds and cleaning the rooms as well as cooking the meals. That was why this was so strange… there was nothing, no noise, no smell… just nothing.

“Mom? Dad?” The words rang through the house, echoing the eerily empty halls. That really, really wasn’t right. Where were the servants? Where were his parents? Where was his sister? “Kei? Are you here?” He cried out again, peeking into one of the rooms, his dark purple hair forced back from his face when the door suddenly flew open, letting in the wind from outside.

“Sun!” The girl was almost a spitting image of Sunao, her dark purple hair only slightly longer and pulled back into a bouncing ponytail. What was off was she was crying, more like sobbing. Her lavender eyes were drenched with tears, her carefully applied makeup smeared from the out of character tears. “They’re dead… dead…” Kei broke down after that, throwing herself into her twin brother’s arms as she sobbed, gesturing back towards the door she had just come through.

Inside the room, lying in a pile like dolls that a child had finished playing with and discarded, were their parents. They looked broken, clearly dead. Their necks had been ripped open, all the blood that wasn’t splattered around the room drained from their bodies. They were pale… so pale… it just wasn’t right. It just wasn’t fair. Who… no, what could have done this?

Their lives forever changed after that moment.

~~~~~~~~~~Two Year Later~~~~~~~~~~

“Sunao… Did you hear that?”

Sunao looked over at his sister, his hands in his pocket as they walked. They had decided to take a midnight walk, just a way to unwind after the stress of their day. It was the anniversary of their parent’s death, a day neither of them ever wanted to remember. Being in their home after that… it was just too hard; the memories were too strong, especially today. “I didn’t hear anything.” He murmured stopping and closing his eyes to just listen.

Who knew that would be the worst decision he would ever make?

By the time he opened his eyes again, Kei was dead. His eyes widened as he stumbled back, the sickening sound of his sisters neck being broken making him utter a soft sound of fear. He fell to the ground when he saw a man… a strangely familiar man kneel over her lifeless body, intently focused on her neck. “Get away from her!” Before he could stop himself he was flying at the other person, jumping on his back and trying to pull him away from Kei.

“Insignificant bug.”

Sunao cried out when he was flung back, hitting the ground with a sickening thud. His eyes threatened the black out when his head cracked against the concrete, bouncing against the hard surface. By the time his eyes had cleared enough for him to see, the man was above him, looking down at him with a lecherous grin, his fangs dripping with Kei’s blood. How? How did he move that fast? It had only been a couple seconds and he was already here.

“Now, aren’t you a pretty one? So much more my type then that girl over there.”

When the hands suddenly tugged him up, Sunao’s head spun even more, his entire body seeming to freeze in fear when he looked into the mans ice blue eyes. They were so potent… so dominating but they looked so dead. He couldn’t even move to push him away, he felt like he was paralyzed by that simple gaze.

“I could just eat you up… maybe I will.” The man murmured, his hands moving over Sunao’s body before suddenly started to take off his clothes with a grin. He wasn’t the type of man that would turn down an opportunity like this “Let’s see how your body feels before I take your blood.”

Sunao seemed to come back to life at that, a panicked noise coming from his throat as he struggled against the hands tugging off his clothes, trying anything he could to just get the man to stop. “Let go! Get off me!” He yelled, bringing his knee up, trying to kick the man away as he wriggled without abandon.

“I don’t think so.” The man murmured, shoving Sunao back against the ground as he tugged at his own clothes. “I’m Michael, remember that name boy.” Michael growled out, pulling Sunao’s hips up as he pressed down against him. “I’m the one taking your virgin ass.” He said before he was suddenly thrusting forward, pulling an anguished scream from the man under him.

It was all about the pain then, the feeling of his previously virgin ass being savagely ripped open, dangerously elongated nails ripping into his skin, his back, his chest… even his hips. Sunao couldn’t take it, he just couldn’t take. The screams that ripped from his throat made his entire body ache; the tears sliding down his cheeks making him feel so small, so helpless. He lashed out at the man again… Michael, that was his name, he lashed out, hitting him hard across the face, ripping the skin on his left cheek. That movement only served to get his hands pinned above his head, the length brutalizing him moving even harder in his body.

It was just too much.

Michael just grinned; lewdly licking at the tears on the smaller mans cheeks. “Ahhh, yes, just my type.” He murmured softly, thrusting forward even harder, burying himself in the others ass lubed with his blood. It was the best way to fuck, it really was. Why use lube when he could have the tantalizing scene and feel of blood on his cock instead? “Too bad it will only be this one time.” He said, leaning down over Sunao, his fangs lengthening once again. “But you will feel this pain for the rest of your life, however long that is.”

The feeling of fangs suddenly sinking into the sensitive skin of his neck as warmth erupted in his ass, making the tearing there sting in pain, made Sunao cry out again, desperately but hopelessly screaming for help one more time. Of course, it didn’t work for him. It was right before he passed out that he finally remember, he remembered exactly when he had seen the man above him before. Two years ago… on that fateful day, he was the man who had killed his parents.

Michael had destroyed him.

~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~

Sunao had thought Michael would kill him… he thought the man would put him out of his misery and just let him go. No, of course he didn’t. He turned him; he fucking turned him into a vampire and left him there, bleeding to death on the ground! What kind of a monster was he!? He was running from hunters now, hunters that wanted to kill him just because of that that bastard had turned him into! It just wasn’t right! He was broken out of his thought when he heard movements behind him, taking off running again just as he heard the loud bang of a gun going off from far to close.

Sunao cried out as the bullet whizzed by, it had just cut into his shoulder and pointed out one very important point to him...he was getting slower and he knew that getting slower meant he was getting closer and closer to getting caught. He ducked again, skidding into an ally as another bullet flew by just barely missing his head. He already had numerous scratches, the small cuts causing bleeding over his entire body.

He was loosing blood he didn't have to lose. He collapsed, barely hidden in the ally, his skin was almost translucently pale, his eyes a glowing red-violet color. He couldn't get his sharp fangs to retract and he knew that all of these conditions meant only one thing...he was dying. He would be gone by the morning, either killed by the hunters coming closer and closer to the ally or by starving to death. It was a fact that he was learning to deal with. He was just trying to keep himself awake; he knew if he passed out now, he was dead…

He just wasn’t ready to die yet.

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AN: Ahhha, just another character BG.

WARNINGS:

RAPE
MURDER

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