Seeker and Spirit

The Blood of the Raining Sky

This chapter will be written from Rain's prospective!!! Also due to the reason that this is a crucial part of development for the characters. I can't make it feel Christmassy until later in chapter.

I walked down the creaky steps with my ears twitching in annoyance, knowing Rysen was hiding something from me. I'm no different though... I have my painful secrets too. He's had to feel it multiple time without me knowing...

He was fine before touching that scythe though. He was genuine about everything but, now.. He's forcing himself. I still am wondering what happened to him earlier though, he was saying something about me changing.. Like I was emblazoned in a flame.. A flame. How ironic...

I looked down at my hand that was trembling in a long forgotten fear.. A fear that I haven't felt since leaving the S.E.G organization for the first time. Why am I so scared and who am I worrying about?! He's oblivious to who I truly am... A demon. One that has killed... One that wants to destroy.. That damn S.E.G lady was right. Charlotte Resky you were right.. I'm a demon, my ears and tail alone show my demonic existence. Demons cause destruction and kill without thought, right. I am exactly that.. A cold hearted killer, right? Who am I kidding, I do have a heart... His kind words and soft smile... I don't want to worry or harm him.. I also made a entire act when I felt my vampiric instincts take over just to warn him of my wants. This ends tonight though..

I left the the stairs and entered the kitchen. As I passed the window a crimson red sparkled in my eyes. I froze when I came into contact with my red eyes.

"No... There isn't a possibility. I.. Actually want his blood?! I. No.. There's no way... What is my body doing." I questioned.

My body started to become hot as I quickly stepped into the room where Rysen laid. Marchange appeared at my side. My breath quickened as my body grew hotter. I retrieved the blade and prepared to slash at his heart. *pant, pant* the light white jacket Rysen handed to me weighed at my arms as I held the blade up. My fangs sharpened as I saw his throat.

"Blood.." I whispered.. "Blood will spray if I kill him right?" A grin crossed my face. "All I have to do is stab him and I can drink, right? His blood was my first.. It was delicious and that feeling of excitement! That blood will fly if I stab him right?"

A man appeared in front of me. He wore a dashing, black dress top and dress pants that matched. A top hat completed his outfit. He had grey long hair and a aging face with a grey curling mustache.

"Marchange, move. I want to taste his blood once more..." I said impatiently.

"Hold on a moment, my Lady. Is it the blood your so thrilled about or is it the feeling of this boy's touch. You seemed to rather enjoy his touch after drinking his blood, you hide it behind a embarrassed look though. I bet he would give his blood to you if you asked once more." The man proclaimed in a old gentle tone.

My body's heat increased dramatically after his statement, "His touch?" *pant, pant* my body grew heavier and breath quickened to a even higher speed. The blade's weight forced my arms down and along with that the blade disappeared. I collapsed to the ground.

"Why am I??? Only blood can make me aroused like this, right?" I exhaled deeply. I put a finger to my lip and my red eyes stared deeply at his hand. "His touch...? No! He's my target, my prey. What am I thinking of?"

Rysen's face flinched in pain and tears started to fall from his face. Great, now I want to pet him... Remembering the offerings we made to each other a little while ago, I got up and lifted his head. I then rested it on my lap. I ran my hand through his black hair realizing how soft it was. The boy let out a soft smile. I smiled back.