Izaya held a rose by its stem and took in the plant, healing his wounds and filling him entirely. It had been a total of six centuries since his last drop of blood, as roses were another thing that helped him. The thorns dug into his skin, penetrating it, blood forming from the wound. He had a grim smile forming, his thoughts wandered to that one particular priest clothed in black and white, his weapon a giant cross cloaked in a spell like curse and hanging from his neck was a beaded Rosario. His blond hair swaying from side to side, his piercing gaze, the way his hands would be so gentle yet so... rough. His entire form wanted the cursed demon to take in his blood, but no, he couldn't. Just thinking about how sweet his rich, thick, warm blood could have tasted made his throat feel parched. His lungs felt as if he was suffocating.
"Shizu-chan..." that's normally what he'd call him. His real name being Heiwajima Shizuo, a name belonging to a powerful man, yet he'd call him something so insulting as a nickname ending with -chan. The worst of all time. He liked the named however, it suited him in its own way, or at least that's what he says.
Three footsteps could be heard before a loud sigh. That seemed oddly familiar.
"Oi, flea." Speak of the devil and he shall appear... well, priest. Izaya got up from the tree he was leaning on and slowly proceeded to go back.
"Shizu-chan~!" He somewhat purred. The blondes veins popped out, nearly visible as he clenched his fists. Taking in a deep breath, he talked to the vampire about a certain rumor spreading throughout the village town.
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A Vampire's Curse
FanfictionSHIZAYAAAAAAA!!!!! ... What comes to mind when you hear vampire? A bloodsucking thief, a demon/devil? A bat? Well, the infamous Izaya was a cursed demon also known to be a vampire, who hasn't taken a single drop since centuries, but the question is...
