thenearshore | Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

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Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

Who: Zero and Open
What: Zero ~~loses his shit~~ falls to his bloodlust
When: May 4th
Where: Everywhere.
Warnings: Blood, violence, manipulation, self-harm, he'll be an arrogant ass too

He digs at his throat obscuring the tattoo. The pain a welcome change to the raw hunger clawing at his throat making it impossible to even think! His stomach churns and his form convulses bringing him to his knees. His hands slam forward breaking the fall as his instincts single out the faint sound of a heart beating in the distance. He covers his ears to block out the sound but it doesn't go away!

Starvation.

It turned vampires mad. And Zero had been starving himself for far too long.

His body screams in agony, forcing his instincts to the surface as hunger grips him in its claws forcing his heart rate up, the sound mixing with the steady one in the distance. It was close. If he--

"Stop it!"

He grits his teeth and his breathing falls into ragged breaths. He's losing control. Beneath the blood and raw skin, his tattoo begins to glow and his eyes pulse a deep red. He's slipping, falling off the ledge of sanity and the monster lurking inside raises its head and tests the will that always kept it at bay, and for the first time it come away with a grin. The Hunter lost more than his memories, he lost his strength to defy it.

Time passes and his throat begins to heal while that beating heart echoes in his mind drawing the vampire toward the source, a wide grin marring its lips when its meal falls within its sights.

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He tosses a small silver case at him, the contents of which have been gone - consumed - for a while.

"Poison."

Itachi catches it wth one hand easily, right out of the air. He turns it to him to inspect it. While he has no memory of why the container is familiar to him, he knows what it is.

"...A pill case?" There's a pause. "...Were you taking medication?" Poison, Zero called it. Just drugs, then?

Another step. "I ran out." And another. Another still till he stops in front of him.

"Then you should get--" He was about to say 'more', but he would like to think he knows Zero somewhat. He doesn't seem the type that would be so irresponsible to run out of whatever medication he was taking... if they were talking about medication. But still. So he changes his words as he looks up to the taller man. "We...

"I suppose you can't get more. Is there anything else that could help?"

"Yes."

A definite answer as he moves to place a hand behind his neck, the action deliberately slow.

"Will you help me?"

The fight-or-flight response, the high-strung tension he had been feeling, started to dull down. Itachi's eyelids lowered a bit. He was vaguely aware of Zero's fingers sliding across his skin. His fingers curled, then uncurled at his sides.

But even so, he was looking straight up at him, and a part of him, a small, nagging part, wondered why he was so much smaller, or why Zero was so tall, or how the fingers felt nice as it weaved beyond his hair.

"I..." He felt slow to respond. "All right." Another pause.

"What do you need?"

The hand at his nape draws him forward, and Zero leans down to take a lungful of his scent like an animal sniffing at its food.

"You."

He can hear the air flowing as Zero takes a whiff of him. He's close to him, uncomfortably close, and he tries to take a reflexive step back but finds he is unable to do so, not at the position he's in.

But even so, the word has his brows knitting, face starting to flush, because Zero is striking him where he's hurting most. Needing to be wanted, hoping to be given some kind of direction... and he is apt to help anyone who tells him what he wants to hear: that they need him.

'You.'

And so he remains rooted in place.

"...Then I'll help you, Zero-san." He has no idea what's happening. But something in him seems to know what's coming--the little crow inside of his heart is fluttering its wings in panic, trying to get free.

But he closes his eyes.

Consent.

He had wanted to play with him, get him to run, fight. Anything to get his blood pumping, the adrenaline surging through his veins, but this... This simple acceptance had the vampire pausing, weighing out its options. He could deny him, force him into a fight, and yet his fingers slipped into his hair, pulling it back away from his throat because in the end, it was blood that drove him.

His breathing was even. His heartbeat picked up, just a bit, from the closeness, the intimacy, and his fingers gave a twitch again. Itachi still didn't move. He swallowed, thickly, and it sounded like a gunshot in his ears.

There's no preamble just a sharp pain as Zero sinks his teeth into him, going deep. Blood spills into his mouth and he gulps it down, growing greedy with every mouthful. He draws him closer, his hold iron-clad in case he had second thoughts.

"Nngh--"

There's a noise of pain, a faint grunt as Itachi bears the brunt of the deep bite. He's against the other now, and his arms snake up to grab the front of Zero's shirt, holding onto him, fingers squeezing the fabric. The scent of blood that had already been hanging in the air from Zero's wound increased.

"Ze--" It hurts to talk. Another shaky breath leaves him, but aside from a shift there, a shuffle, a faint squirm, he remains in place, locked in Zero's grip.

Blood slides down his throat quelling the hunger but unable to fill it. He keeps drinking, latching on more firmly when his heart suddenly stutters at his attention. The sound has Zero pulling him deeper into his arms. Possessive in his deadly embrace.

What keeps him rooted there is not only Zero's strong, possessive hold that has him locked in lethality, but the attention. He was needed. Someone needed him. His heart rate is picking up, a beating of drums in his ears. He's almost content enough to listen to it beat forever, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.

But...

Every dream must come to an end, and he's feeling tired, too tired. Something is lashing out inside of him, enough, it says. Enough!

He starts pushing against Zero's chest, gentle at first. "Zero...san...

"That's enough..."

Like a feather against a storm.

His words go unheard. His protest a mere illusion as Zero keeps drinking, his mind so utterly focused on that stuttering heart its impossible to hear anything past it. Instead he chases down the sound, drinking deeper to hear the hiccup over and over, determined to bring it to heel.

"Zero-san." Another push. More insistent. "Zero-san...!"

But the other wasn't moving. "Zero-san!"

He was starting to panic. His heart jolted into action, beating heavy and fast, desperate. Itachi struggled against him, his shoulders rocking hands pushing against Zero's chest to try and put any distance between he and the taller man. "Zero-san!"

A low growl, deep in his throat, reverberated through the flesh as red eyes lifted from their slumber, responding with a bruising hold as his fingers dug into his skin.

A predator's warning.

A noise escaped the back of his throat as Zero's grip on him tightened. But this was it. He had tried his best to shake him off, but something was wrong. For a brief moment, he had accept that perhaps Zero was something otherworldly, needing blood to suffice himself, but this? This...

This was not the same young man that had exhibited such control, that followed him as he held a mewling cat, that helped him with strange technology, that stayed with him until he woke up beneath warm cherry blossoms...

And he owed Zero, the real Zero, enough already. So he would repay him.

Itachi's arms flew off of Zero's chest, wrapping up so that he was cradling the other's head, for a moment, pushing the silver-haired man deeper into his neck. He needed the leverage. He reared back one foot, before giving Zero a hard knee in the stomach, fast and swift.

He jerked back, teeth digging in deeper before disengaging. The hit drew a deep anger that filled the air before the vampire suddenly launched himself at his prey to bring him to ground.

Fast-- Zero was fast, unlike so many others, but Itachi knew that he could at least match him. He sprung backwards, arms out to balance himself as he moved through the air, Zero missing him by mere centimeters. If he wasn't careful, he was going to be...

He glanced, a small bounce back again, before touching down the ground. His hand came up to cover the wound on his neck.

"Zero-san, snap out of it!

"What's gotten into you...?"

A chase!

Excitement rang through his blood as he landed on the ground, his prey already steps ahead. A rush of adrenaline hit his system drawing out his instincts as he launched himself into the chase enjoying every second as he rushed through the trees, following the scent of blood intent of catching his prey.

Oh--

At first, Itachi ran, because it seemed like the sensible thing to do. He pushed past trees, his long hair flying like a whip behind him. His red eyes glanced back to see--

Something that looked like a beast tailing him. Zero.

He dodged left. He threw himself behind a large tree, taking a in a deep breath before going quiet, trying to listen out for him.

He couldn't smother the hot scent of blood in the air anymore than he could the sound of his heart beating in his chest. The vampire locked on his hiding place almost instantly and crashed through that same tree bringing it down.

Well that didn't work. Itachi made a noise, something akin to a harsh gasp of air in surprise, and he hit the ground when the tree seemed to shatter, wood spraying everywhere, and the tree hitting the ground. He managed to scramble out of the way.

He didn't have a choice. He didn't know how long he could run. His stamina felt like it was already suffering, and as he lifted up a hand, he let out a heavy cough into it. Not the first time. Was he coming down with something?

The Uchiha rose to his feet. If he kept running, Zero would catch him eventually... and if not him, then someone else, so...

He didn't know how to fight. But he'd do what he could. As he locked onto Zero, something changed. The way he was seeing the other felt as if it was transforming. Motions seemed slower. The black marks in his eyes started slowly turning, like gears to a clock. He held his hands up, showing that he was about to engage with him.

The gesture went unseen by the vampire, lost in his adrenaline rush he launched himself at him without pause.

Edited 2016-10-15 04:25 (UTC)

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this icon because WHY NOT

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;D

/shakes head

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