Oikawa Tooru was born a vampire and Iwazumi Hajime a werewolf, yet a fierce and steadfast bond has been formed between these two who couldn't be more different. Growing up together throughout the years it has grown into something far stronger and mo...
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~Oikawa POV~
I listened to the methodical hum of the train as it took us into a desolate part of town. The train car was nearly empty save a drunk and a capped man on the other side of the train. No one rode the train in this part of town this late at night, in all honesty I wasn't quite sure I should be here. I focused on the warm coming from Iwazumi, despite the space I was pressed up against his side. I was cold, he warmed me and I cooled him. He was espeically warm due to the full moon and I was especially cold due to the lack of blood... but he didn't need to know that.
"Should you really be doing this?" I mused in a whisper my head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck, my eyes closed.
"Of course" Iwazumi spoke in a low tone to match mine, I could feel the hum in his throat as he spoke.
"Perhaps I should rephrase" ,I opened my eyes glancing up at him, "Should you really be bringing me along?"
"You don't have to stay" His husky voice was like honey to my tired ears, if only we could've sat like this all night.
"Won't it be awkward for you? For me?" I roused sitting up right to be able to look him in the eye.
"Of course it would be" He cast his eyes to the spot where my head had been moments ago with longing.
"Then why bother?" I snorted and the capped man roused slightly, for the first time since he had boarded.
"Full moons are when we're at our most dangerous shittykawa, but also our most vulnerable" ,Iwazumi let his eyes settle on me, "being with someone on the full moon is a sign of trust".
The man moved again.
"Really? But I'm always with you on full moons" I lowered my voice ever so slightly for fear of eavesdroppers.
"You're always with me period dumbass" ,The corner of his lips turned upward, "So of course I trust you to be with me on full moons, what's important is that the team feels that way too coming with me to turn with them tonight is important".
The train pulled into our final stop, a rather seedy part of town in my opinion. We both stood making our way out of the doors and out into the night air, it was brisk and cut through my already cold skin.
"But I'm a vampire" I pointed out in a matter of fact tone. The capped man followed suit seconds before the door closed, as if he was trying not to look like he was following us...
"That has nothing to do with our friendship" His tone was rather falsely optimistic.
"It has everything to do with it" I was there to remind him of the shadow over our heads, the invisible the force that was always there, working against us. And that's when I knew for sure. I yanked Iwazumi close to me as a wolfsbane dart whizzed past his ear. I didn't have long to think about the way he fit up against me as I went had to make my next move quick.
"Run" Was all I could manage as I gripped onto his bicep tight and dragged him into an alleyway.
Right.
Left.
Duck.
Run.
We ran for what seemed like an endless amount of time, there were too many close calls and we turned yet another corner. My legs were burning, the physical strain was starting to wear on me mentally as well which would be detrimental.
As soon as I saw Iwazumi's corded muscles I knew... we didn't have long. He was panting, his eyebrows tightly knit as sweat beaded at his forehead, he was trying to hide it... the pain, but he couldn't. At least not from me. I knew when he was turning, this was the end of the line.
"I'm not strong enough to fight him off, I haven't fed for days" ,I let my eyes linger on him, taking in every last inch, if I were to die it would be for him, "I'll draw him away, get to the team".
"No" His voice was strained from the pain but his eyes were panicked. I could hear the footsteps looming closer, damned hunters. They were like tolls on a clock, a clock that marked the time till my doom.
I couldn't manage words, not now. There was no way to properly sum up a good bye to the single dearest person in my life. I simply smiled, it felt felt bitter sweet and yet smug. Winking I ran out from around the corner. I expected to lead him, that's what I expect.
BOOM.
CRACK.
The world was on it's side. There was a pain like nothing I'd ever felt, or even imagined rising up in me. I could feel the ground on my face but everything was so numb, except for my knee. My right knee was exploding with pain, like it was the focus of my being. I was scarcely aware of the figure looming closer and closer yet until I was starring down the barrel of a shotgun.
I love you Iwazumi Hajime.
~IWAZMUI POV~
No, this can't be happening. My consciousness was fading in and out at this point, I was on the verge of the shift. My bones were aching, calling out to change their form.
Oikawa was laying on ground... just still.
He was bleeding, bleeding everywhere, there was blood everywhere. It was Oikawa's.
There was a fire burning in me, starting in my gut and clawing it's way into my throat. I couldn't take it anymore, until I roared. My field of vision lowered, my last coherrent thoughts were only of him.
I won't let him die.
~Oikawa POV~
Suddenly there he was, and yet he wasn't. A magnificent black wolf, it was Iwazumi and it wasn't. It was his body, but his mind was caught somewhere between animal instinct and human intelligence.
And suddenly I wasn't the only other person on the ground, I was face to face with the hunter. His throat was gone, torn asunder. And there was the black wolf, Iwazumi, standing with the throat in his iron jaws.
So these were to be my last thoughts, the numbness was starting to overtake me. The coldness filling my veins like ice, the blood in my body seemed to cease to flow.
Blood.
It was everywhere. We vampires were born form it and I suppose now I would die without any. I wouldn't survive not without blood. I watched the blood flow out of the hunter's limp body. He was dead but his blood was still warm, my stomach lurched. I wanted it so bad, more than anything I've ever wanted as I felt my fangs protrude from my gums.
I was disgusted with myself, yet like an addict I gasped and clawed towards my drug, blood. I cried out as the pain exploded again from my knee like a landmine with my movement. Iwazumi, with his mind caught somewhere between animal and human gripped his jaws onto the lifeless body and dragged it to my side.
I was so close now, blood was all I saw, all I smelled, and like that I was tearing into what was left of his neck. Maybe it wasn't just Iwazumi who was battling a monster within.
Author's Note
Hehehehehe, angsty yes? Well hopefully this chapter was better. There's another part coming. Btw to clear up any questions they're still in their first year of high school as of right now.
