Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Nine. ˎˊ˗

A few moments later, reinforcements arrived. A few other police cars showed up, along with a paramedics truck, each with two cookies. One of them was Whipped Light Cookie, of course, and the others were people either Capsaicin already knew of. All of them had confused and disapponted looks on their faces.

"Great!" Capsaicin thought in a good way, trying to lift up the hopes. "We could use all the help we can get."

He glanced over his shoulder and noticed Whipped Light staring at Kouign-Amann Cookie's dead body. He didn't look worried, more of a look of relief and joyfulness. Capsaicin felt like a lightning bolt had jolted inside of him from either anger or confusion. Probably both?

Whipped Light glanced back at Capsaicin Cookie. His smile was faint with relief. "Good news, she's alive. Bad news, she has to go in a coma for awhile. It's unknown for how long. I'm sorry, Officer."

Half of Capsaicin wanted to throttle the cookie, but he kept his balance. He just sighed in glory and thankfulness as to how Kouign-Amann was at least alive. "Oh, thank Scovillian Heavens! I thought my high school sweetheart was gone forever..." His lip trembled slightly as he remembered that she was supposely in a coma. "...and could you t-take her to the hospital?"

The healer nodded, picked up Amann, and set her in the back of the paramedics truck. Capsaicin thought about letting go of his high hopes of chasing down whoever the criminal was for a moment. Kouign was such a special person to him.

He pulled the evidence of hair out of his pocket. It was a bit scattered, and less hair remained in his hand. Still, violet strands glittered softly in the moonlit alley. The color reminded him more and more of Prune Juice Cookie. 

'Prune Juice Cookie my beloved... I'll find you, Scovillian's honor.' He reminded himself. All the memories flooded into his brain.

His first kiss with him on the day of the Parfaedian carnival...

His shimmery and vibrant turquoise eyes...

His ability as a potionmaker, getting the supply room messy all the time...

His cuddling skills when they slept together in the king-sized bed...

His style, his mysterious personality, just, everything about him made Capsaicin Cookie want to melt like a popsicle on a Parfaedian carnival day. Well, in the lovesick way. He couldn't exactly really melt, because he was a Scovillian.

The nostalgia hit him like a train. All of those memories were gone, except for a pile of purple hair found at the police station.

He missed the old days.

He missed Prune Juice Cookie. His beloved husband.

And now he was probably deceased from homicide.

"Uh... Capsaicin?"

Capsaicin jumped a foot in the air. He realized that his clothes were steaming. "Huh?! What just happened?"

One of the reinforcement cookies was worriedly looking at him. Whipped Light was pacing back and forth near the paramedics truck. Others were talking about the suspect, or maybe having meatball sandwiches for lunch tomorrow.

The cookie in front of him, who was a she, informed that he had zoned out. "We thought something had possessed you. Fire rose up on your suit. You know... I believe in cosmology and crystals and all that. My zodiac is an Aqaurius, how about y-"

"Okay, okay, cool. I get it. Zoned out. Ugh... I have a headache."

Suddenly, the moonlight reflected light on something microscopic in the distance of the alleyway. Curious, Capsaicin tracked down the sparkly thing. 

Finally, he picked up what the glittering object was on the concrete. He bent down again as he spotted a yellow note, with similar hand written alike the one this morning on Capsaicin's patrol car. He scratched his goatee. Why was that there, to?

As of what was on the note, it stated: "You dropped this." with a small drawing of a heart in the corner. Within the middle of that heart layed taped the shiny object.

He gasped.

It was his engagement ring.