Hemoglobin
Chapter Twenty
Hemoglobin
Chapter Twenty
I sighed, going out onto the balcony in Seifer’s bedroom, which was technically my bedroom, too. There wasn’t much time until sunrise, I could feel it. I looked back into the room, where Seifer was sitting on the bed, cleaning Zell’s wounds. Zell still hadn’t regained consciousness.
"Is he going to be okay?" I asked, smirking as I looked out to the balcony.
"I think so. But I don’t think it’s a good sign that he’s still unconscious…." He trailed off, tracing Zell’s tattoo.
"Are you going to bring him over?" I asked.
"Even if I don’t, he might get Tifa to do it….."
"He only wants you to do it."
Seifer sighed, looking over at me. He then looked back as Zell roused.
"Zell?" Seifer cried.
The small blonde moaned in pain.
"How are you, chicken-wuss?"
Zell smiled, his bruised lips curling up. "Haven’t been called that in a while….."
"Thank fuck you’re okay," Seifer said, moving to rise. Zell reached a shaky hand out, stopping him. I came back into the room, sitting on the bed, on Zell’s other side.
"Please." It was a simple statement, but we both knew what it meant. Seifer turned away, reluctant, but Zell gripped his wrist. He then reached out, touching the back of my arm with his other hand. "Please.."
I sighed, leaning towards his neck. I kissed it first, gently sucking the skin into my mouth. I worked my tongue against his flesh, bringing the blood to the surface. I felt Seifer move beside me, and looked up to see him kiss Zell gently. As Zell opened his mouth to my lover, I bit in. The small blonde gasped in pleasure, his moans stifled by Seifer’s mouth. Seifer then moved his mouth to the other side of Zell’s neck, biting into it. Zell whimpered in pure delight. I had never heard such pleasure wrenched from anyone’s throat other than Seifer’s or my own when we made love. Quickly, his breathing became shallow. Seeing as how both Seifer and I were feeding, he was rapidly loosing blood, his life slipping away from him and into our mouths. Seifer pulled away, offering his jugular to Zell, who greedily bit into it, drinking noisily. I pulled away too, letting Zell drink his fill. I reached my hand into Seifer’s hair kissing him fiercely. He smiled into my mouth, his tongue snaking in. I sucked on the fleshy invader, as greedily as I had suckled at Zell’s neck. Seifer then pulled away from both of us, ready to finish Zell’s life off. I sank my teeth back into the wound. After only a few moments, Zell’s body stopped moving.
"Is he….?" I asked, licking my lips clean.
Seifer nodded, standing. He covered Zell with a blanket, tucking it around the powerful chest. He then went out to the balcony, staring at his prize.
"Sephiroth?"
The captive stirred. He was bound to a chair with silver wire, tied up by one of the human servants. The dagger had been removed from his neck, a blackened hole marking where it had been. Seifer’s maker was conscious now. A neck wound wasn’t going to destroy him.
"Sephiroth?" Seifer repeated.
"You… little…. Bitch…." Seifer panted.
"Tut, tut, my dear. That’s no way to talk to your child."
"Fuck…..you."
I couldn’t help but chuckle. The tightness in my chest was becoming greater. We didn’t have much time. "Seifer…."
He nodded, strolling over to the tied up vampire. He straddled Sephiroth’s waist, wincing somewhat as the silver wire brushed against his clothes. "Sephiroth, why did you do this to me?"
Sephiroth remained silent.
"If you were only going to betray your own kind, why did you even create me in the first place?"
"Your blood is sweet, little one….."
"You created me for power?" Seifer’s voice was calm, but I could hear the underlying rage.
"The sex didn’t hurt, either…… You’re one beautiful man…"
Seifer smirked. "Flattery will get you nowhere." He pressed his lips to Sephiroth’s, kissing him deeply. I couldn’t help but snort in displeasure. I heard Sephiroth moan under Seifer’s lips, and saw him try to rock his hips upwards.
Seifer pulled away, smiling seductively through hooded eyelids. "Isn’t it a bitch when your creations malfunction?" He dug his fangs into Sephiroth’s neck, sucking noisily. After a few moments, he pulled away, standing.
"Hope you enjoy the sunrise." He turned, going back into the house, motioning for me to follow him. He closed the heavy doors behind us, tying the heavy, heavy curtains up, preventing any vagrant rays from coming in. Seifer turned his back, closing his eyes. After a few moments of waiting, the most agonizing screams of pain rang through my eardrums.
"Fuck," I whispered. The stench of rotted flesh was staggering, worse than anything I had smelled before. I couldn’t help but feel woozy. I rested my forehead against Seifer’s good shoulder, waiting for the wave of nausea to pass. Seifer kissed my temple. I could feel his lips curling up into a smile as the screams continued. Even if it was Sephiroth, I actually felt sorry for his anguish. After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually more like a few moments, the awful wails stopped. I stayed where I was as Seifer moved over to the bed. He lay his long body out beside Zell’s, resting his cheek against the still chest.
"I’m sorry, Zell…" He whispered, curling his arms around the corpse.
I moved up behind him, spooning his body. I kissed the nape of his neck. "Why are you always so repentant about giving people what they want?"
Seifer sighed, looping one of his hands with mine. "I guess I don’t understand why anyone would want this life. It’s eternal servitude.."
I moaned in response, pressing myself closer to him, letting the smell of his skin, his shampoo, his blood, wash over me, pushing away the last remnants of Sephiroth’s burning flesh.