The Darkest Hearts

Chapter Three

The music filled my head, scorched my ears. I thought that by bringing him back, I'd rid myself of it! I hated it and craved it at the same time. It was beautiful. But it made me cold, and yet filled me with fire. I could tell he was fighting back against his own song. He bit my shoulder. I replied with another stream of hot kisses against his neck. He began to pull his shirt off, obviously expecting me to do the same. I didn't disappoint. He'd gone and turned me on, so he'd have to deal with the consequences.

Vegeta exhaled at the sight of me. Strange, considering the last time he'd seen much of me, I was killing him. Perhaps he had put his previous life out of his mind. And then, of course, there was him. Beautiful, as strong as me. He was leaner than I was, and much smaller due to his height, but his tiny body held just as much power as mine did.

He came forward, putting his hands against my chest, trying to push me down. And he almost succeeded too. But his head turned suddenly in a different direction. Vegeta simply stared off into the distance. Whatever he was feeling completely turned his attention away from me, and I didn't like that one bit. "Vegeta," I growled.

A strange desire filled his eyes, a desire that I wanted directed at me. I said his name again, but he didn't seem to hear me. "Can't you hear it?" he mumbled, trying to pull away from my arms. I reached into his mind to try to understand. All I heard was quiet crying.

"What?" I said with a snarl. "We can do that later, Vegeta." I tried to recapture his interest by kissing him and touching him, but he tossed me a warning look and grabbed his shirt, putting it back on.

"We can do this later too." Vegeta rose into the air and flew off before I could do anything.

I huffed angrily. "Oh, come on!" I yelled after him. "I want you now, dammit!"

(Me: *laughs* Vegeta, you cruel, nasty, little bugger! Leaving Goku like that. That's just.... No!
Vegeta: *smirks at Goku and purrs*
Goku: *considering rape*)

When I caught up with him, he was moving into a building. I remembered coming near this place before, before I went after Vegeta. I also recalled from the past that this was... That... this...

I went in. His tortuous humming hit my ears and I sighed. Then I heard soft sniffling. Following the sound, I found Vegeta cradling a six or seven year old girl. He stared deep into her eyes and hummed. His gloved fingers brushed along her pale neck, and his voice briefly hitched as the strange lust came back into his eyes.

I looked at the child. She was completely mesmerized, captivated by his hypnotic voice. Vegeta began to sing quietly, and I almost turned and fled, terrified that I too would become enslaved by the notes. I stayed however, letting the waves of sound roll over me like the ocean's tides. It was the same song he'd given me. My eyes fell closed against my will as he continued to sing.

Curiosity, however, got the better of me and I opened my eyes. What exactly did he have planned for the little girl? My eyes widened when I saw that he had set her on her feet, kneeled in front of her, and was slowly wrapping his hands around her delicate neck. Some inkling of the old me that had still managed to survive the change wanted desperately for me to stop him. To save the girl. What had she done to deserve the death he was about to give her? My heart pounded. Then I shook myself. Human, I thought. Just a human... I focused on Vegeta.

His voice, as well as his hands, began to tremble as his grip slowly tightened. His eyes were so dark, so beautiful. I wanted that burning darkness filling me. I wanted to be held captive by those eyes. I wanted, to my shock, to be completely and totally dominated by my dark Prince.

My desire.

A little crack jolted me back to reality. I saw Vegeta catch the little girl gently and bury his face into her hair with a moan. I shivered. His hunt had begun. I recalled the feeling of when I'd changed. I had taken the life of one of my dearest friends just for the feeling of death. I craved more, so I killed another friend. Then another, and another. Then I killed anyone I came across, desperate to feed my bloodlust.

Vegeta lowered the child to the floor, visibly shivering and audibly panting. "There's more here," he rasped, his dark eyes burning.

I finally completed the thought I'd started when I'd first walked in. This is the orphanage... I trotted after him as he rushed up the stairs. His growling purrs sent pleasant shivers through me.  Thus was his transformation set. Now that he had started on the road I showed him, there was no way to turn back.

The song leapt back into my ears. There was less hesitation in his voice now. Crooning, aching notes coursed through the air. Who would have though that such a rough speaking voice could turn into something as powerfully sweet as this? I knew then what the angels sounded like; was my Prince the highest of the Fallen?

"... it must be this way: to weary of life and deceptions.
Rest now, my children, for soon we'll away
Into the calm and the quiet..."

I shivered again, delight filling me. Such a fitting song. I felt the need to follow him into that stillness, the rest he promised- I shook myself violently, breathing hard. His offer was death. What was I thinking!? Was his voice so powerful as to enchant even me?

"Come, little children-"

I heard a snap that made me stiffen.

"I'll take thee away into a land-"

Another.

"- of enchantment." His voice shook and held such a pain that I closed my eyes. The empathy our binding had created filled me with the most powerful desire. I actually squirmed, so strong was the need to kill.

"Come, little children; the time's come to play
Here in my garden of..." His voice hit such a stabbing, gorgeous note that I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle the moaning sigh that tried to break away from me. "... shadows..."

I leaned against the wall, silently worshipping whatever gods were out there that I had thought of restoring Vegeta to his true darkness. This world stood no chance against us, the Prince and his Warrior.

(Me: I apologize for the evil in this broken soul...........
Goku: *tries to ignore Vegeta, but ends up trying not to drool over his gorgeous Prince*
Vegeta: *notices Goku drooling and hides behind me* Author-chan, don't let him do anything to me...)