Butterflies

Chapter 1

This story contains graphic depictions of violence.

Bright dazzling lights swam around the room of blasting music. Violet, rose, cyan, lime spun across the many bodies of the room. Dizzly.

The melody harsh up kept beat was the liquid filling the room. Feet attempted to keep up with the rhythm, some are, amongst the smell of alcohol.

Remi's fingers clasped over Blyke's wrist as she pushed a path through the bodies, weaving past everyone she came across.

"Remi," he said, smiling as she pushed him against the wall. She leant over him and clasped her mouth onto the skin near his collarbone. Her teeth bit down hard onto the skin before she quickly released once a second thought hit. "Should we go?"

She didn't respond, instead moving along with her light kisses before she sucked onto another section of his shoulder. Pushing down the shoulder of his shirt, her fingers traced circles across his skin.

"I think we're going to be kicked out if we continue this," he replied, hesitantly. She always did this. Kissed his skin. Bit him. She seemed to be enjoy this way too much.

"Shouldn't we wait until we are kicked out then?" she responded, looking up to his eyes.

"Do you really want that embarrassment?" he answered. She brought his lips to hers by gripping his shirt and pulling him down. Their lips smashed together.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as her hips swayed against his, the material of her skirt rubbing against his jeans. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her thigh moved to rest over his hip.

Leaning back and leaving a trail of saliva connecting their lips, he said, "We should really go now. We can go back to my place."

"Okay," she replied, smiling as her bright red eyes looked into his. Her hands trailed over the muscles of his arms, fascinated as always, before her fingers threaded through his. "Lead the way."

It was his turn now to find the way through the crowd of people. The never ending crowd.

If it was any other place at this time, there would be no crowds like this. When he was out hunting ghouls, there was no one in the way. Everyone scattered at the sight of his uniform – if they hadn't already scattered from the sight of a ghoul. Sometimes he did have to work his way through a crowd though, but people were paying more attention to what was happening around them then.

"Blyke, are you okay?" Remi asked, tapping his shoulder before she walked to stand next to him. "You're standing still."

The thing he loved about working for the CCG is that he got to protect the ones he loved.

"I'm fine," he replied. He moved his hand from her hand to her waist and continued to make his way through the crowd.

Soon, the blast of cold air hit him and his cheeks started flashing with the sharp cold hitting the heat of his body.

"Phew, there's less people now." Remi slurred her words as she spoke. Leaning her head against his shoulder, her walk slowed down as her fingers dug into his arm.

"Why's the alcohol hitting now?" he mumbled to himself as he continued to walk through the street. He navigated their way through the streets towards where his apartment stood; a lot slower than he would have wanted to with the fact that the drink Remi had drank had apparently decided to suddenly hit as they lift the club.

Pain stabbed through at a tug on his waist. He glanced down to see a shiny red rope gripping onto his torso.

It wasn't a rope.

It had sharp point at it's end – the end that was digging into his skin.

A kagune.

Kagunes belonged to ghouls. There was a ghoul a behind him. There was a ghoul that had its hold on him. There was a ghoul behind him. He was holding Remi. Remi was in danger.

"Remi!" he cried out.

He let go of her waist. She would be safer that way.

"Blyke!"

Her shimmering red eyes stared on in fear as the kagune pulled him further backwards – backwards and backwards into the abyss of the alleyway they had been passing.

If only they had scheduled this differently. If only he had a weapon. Then both of them wouldn't be about to be gone.

Remi's hand reached forward to him but he was already to far gone. The kagune was pulling against him, but not piercing the skin: a rope.

He reached forward desperately too, but he shouldn't have. Remi would be safe if they only got him and if he actually reached her he would only drag her in. Only kill her.

His hand went limp.

"Blyke!" Remi cried, leaping forward towards him. "Don't! Let him go!"

Remi's blue ribbon slipped out of her hair. Flying down and landing onto the grey bricks of the walkway.

His skull split. Pain stabbed. The grey bricks were in front of his eyes.

This is the first chapter. I don't plan for them all to be this short. 

What do you think?