[Fic]: Blood Night
Title: Blood Night
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Song, Zuko
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 931
Summary: Firelord Zuko wants to make amends for the crimes he committed in the Earth Kingdom while on the run, and starts with the first. However, something about Miss Song has changed...
Notes: Written for Halloween. Takes place in the Vampatar universe. Inspired by a request-picture by luco_millian . (Art appears in the fic; click to see the full size.)
It was night when Zuko approached the house where Miss Song and her mother had lived last spring. He would have felt better about coming to see her in the day time, but he remembered she worked at the clinic in town. He didn't want to do this in front of anyone.
The house was dark and felt abandoned. Even the fireflies had gone.
Concerned, Zuko stepped onto the porch and slid the door open. "Hello?" he called.
Silence greeted him.
Oh no.
What had happened? Why weren't Miss Song or her mother here? Had they been attacked? Kidnapped?
"Hello?" he tried again. "Miss Song?" Damn, what had her mother's name been again? "Is anyone here?"
Cloth scraped against wood, and Zuko turned to the sound, but saw nothing.
"Miss Song?" he tried again.
A faint whisper of sound, then a loop of cloth dropped around him and cinched tight, binding his arms to his sides. Before he could do more than yelp, he was yanked backwards against a woman's body.
"Hello, Lee," she purred.
Zuko swallowed hard. This was new.
"M-miss Song?" he stammered. It was suddenly very hard to think.
"Mm," she replied, snaking one arm over his shoulder. "You came back."
He tried to turn, wanting to see her, but she held him fast. Alarm bells started going off in his head. When had she gotten that strong? "Yeah," he said. "I just-- I wanted-- I mean--" He was keenly aware of her breasts pressed against his back, her hand as it explored his chest and tugged his shirt open.
"Did you?" she asked, and licked the back of his neck ever so softly.
All rational thought flew from his head. "Uh. Yeah?"
"You're so sweet," she whispered, and nuzzled him. The hand on his chest drifted up his shoulder and slid into his hair. Dazed, he let her tilt his head to one side. "You smell like sunlight..."
Too late, he felt the sharp points of fangs against his flesh.
He tried to jerk free, but she was too strong, and it felt so good. "S-Song..."
She took her mouth from him and casually licked clean some of the blood she'd drawn. "Yes, Lee?"
He tried to get his brain back in working order, to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants. He couldn't think straight, he could only focus on how close she was to him, how hot her mouth had felt against him, how much he wanted her.
Vampire. She was a vampire.
Like Jet.
He jerked against the cloth holding him, calling fire to his hands and reaching back for her.
As suddenly as he'd been captured he was free, her shriek ringing in his ears.
He turned then, to see her crouched at the end of the hall, her eyes glinting in the firelight, her mouth stained with blood. Fury rose hot in him -- she hadn't been like this when he saw her.
"Who did this to you?" he asked
She didn't answer, watching him like a hunter -- like Jet.
"Who!?" Zuko demanded.
Horror suddenly spread across her face, and one hand rose to her mouth. "Lee?" she whispered. Her voice had changed, from seductive to-- almost frightened.
What the hell had just happened?
He started to approach her, but she bared her fangs and hissed.
"Song--" he began.
"Stay away from me!" she snapped. "I can't-- I don't know what I-- I might kill you, Lee!" She sounded like she was about to cry.
"Who did this to you?" he asked again, softer. He pressed one hand to his neck to staunch the blood there, and hopefully lessen the scent.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, backing into a corner and curling up. "Get out," she said, not looking at him. "Get out, get out, please, I'm so thirsty--
"That's enough," said a new voice, making both Zuko and Song jump. Zuko turned to the voice, but she lunged --
And was neatly caught by a man in forest green. She struggled, but he took almost no notice of it. "You," said the man, looking over at Zuko, "are an idiot."
Zuko blinked, then stiffened when he recognised the uniform. Dai Li. "Let her go!"
The Dai Li raised an eyebrow at him. "Release a blood-crazed fledgling around a sunblood. Of course. I'll get right on that."
He flushed; when the Dai Li put it that way...
Song snarled, the most inhuman sound he'd ever heard from her, and sank her fangs into the Dai Li's neck.
The Dai Li looked more annoyed than pleased (or in pain), and prised her off of him. "No," he said firmly to her, then looked at Zuko. "You want to walk away now."
Zuko did not want to walk away now. "If you hurt her," he began.
"I'm trying to save her," growled the Dai Li. "Now take your sunblood and get out."
Not wanting to take his eyes off of Song, Zuko carefully made his way to the door, keeping his hand clamped over the wounds on his neck. He had to turn once, to open the door again; when he turned back, the Dai Li was cradling Song against his chest and pressing a flask to her lips.
Fury rose again in him. The Dai Li had called her a fledgling -- she wasn't like Jet, she'd just recently been turned. But who had done it? That Dai Li? Or someone else?
(Would she still have been turned if he hadn't repaid her kindness with theft?)
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Song, Zuko
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 931
Summary: Firelord Zuko wants to make amends for the crimes he committed in the Earth Kingdom while on the run, and starts with the first. However, something about Miss Song has changed...
Notes: Written for Halloween. Takes place in the Vampatar universe. Inspired by a request-picture by luco_millian . (Art appears in the fic; click to see the full size.)
It was night when Zuko approached the house where Miss Song and her mother had lived last spring. He would have felt better about coming to see her in the day time, but he remembered she worked at the clinic in town. He didn't want to do this in front of anyone.
The house was dark and felt abandoned. Even the fireflies had gone.
Concerned, Zuko stepped onto the porch and slid the door open. "Hello?" he called.
Silence greeted him.
Oh no.
What had happened? Why weren't Miss Song or her mother here? Had they been attacked? Kidnapped?
"Hello?" he tried again. "Miss Song?" Damn, what had her mother's name been again? "Is anyone here?"
Cloth scraped against wood, and Zuko turned to the sound, but saw nothing.
"Miss Song?" he tried again.
A faint whisper of sound, then a loop of cloth dropped around him and cinched tight, binding his arms to his sides. Before he could do more than yelp, he was yanked backwards against a woman's body.
"Hello, Lee," she purred.
Zuko swallowed hard. This was new.
"M-miss Song?" he stammered. It was suddenly very hard to think.
"Mm," she replied, snaking one arm over his shoulder. "You came back."
He tried to turn, wanting to see her, but she held him fast. Alarm bells started going off in his head. When had she gotten that strong? "Yeah," he said. "I just-- I wanted-- I mean--" He was keenly aware of her breasts pressed against his back, her hand as it explored his chest and tugged his shirt open.
"Did you?" she asked, and licked the back of his neck ever so softly.
All rational thought flew from his head. "Uh. Yeah?"
"You're so sweet," she whispered, and nuzzled him. The hand on his chest drifted up his shoulder and slid into his hair. Dazed, he let her tilt his head to one side. "You smell like sunlight..."
Too late, he felt the sharp points of fangs against his flesh.
He tried to jerk free, but she was too strong, and it felt so good. "S-Song..."
She took her mouth from him and casually licked clean some of the blood she'd drawn. "Yes, Lee?"
He tried to get his brain back in working order, to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants. He couldn't think straight, he could only focus on how close she was to him, how hot her mouth had felt against him, how much he wanted her.
Vampire. She was a vampire.
Like Jet.
He jerked against the cloth holding him, calling fire to his hands and reaching back for her.
As suddenly as he'd been captured he was free, her shriek ringing in his ears.
He turned then, to see her crouched at the end of the hall, her eyes glinting in the firelight, her mouth stained with blood. Fury rose hot in him -- she hadn't been like this when he saw her.
"Who did this to you?" he asked
She didn't answer, watching him like a hunter -- like Jet.
"Who!?" Zuko demanded.
Horror suddenly spread across her face, and one hand rose to her mouth. "Lee?" she whispered. Her voice had changed, from seductive to-- almost frightened.
What the hell had just happened?
He started to approach her, but she bared her fangs and hissed.
"Song--" he began.
"Stay away from me!" she snapped. "I can't-- I don't know what I-- I might kill you, Lee!" She sounded like she was about to cry.
"Who did this to you?" he asked again, softer. He pressed one hand to his neck to staunch the blood there, and hopefully lessen the scent.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, backing into a corner and curling up. "Get out," she said, not looking at him. "Get out, get out, please, I'm so thirsty--
"That's enough," said a new voice, making both Zuko and Song jump. Zuko turned to the voice, but she lunged --
And was neatly caught by a man in forest green. She struggled, but he took almost no notice of it. "You," said the man, looking over at Zuko, "are an idiot."
Zuko blinked, then stiffened when he recognised the uniform. Dai Li. "Let her go!"
The Dai Li raised an eyebrow at him. "Release a blood-crazed fledgling around a sunblood. Of course. I'll get right on that."
He flushed; when the Dai Li put it that way...
Song snarled, the most inhuman sound he'd ever heard from her, and sank her fangs into the Dai Li's neck.
The Dai Li looked more annoyed than pleased (or in pain), and prised her off of him. "No," he said firmly to her, then looked at Zuko. "You want to walk away now."
Zuko did not want to walk away now. "If you hurt her," he began.
"I'm trying to save her," growled the Dai Li. "Now take your sunblood and get out."
Not wanting to take his eyes off of Song, Zuko carefully made his way to the door, keeping his hand clamped over the wounds on his neck. He had to turn once, to open the door again; when he turned back, the Dai Li was cradling Song against his chest and pressing a flask to her lips.
Fury rose again in him. The Dai Li had called her a fledgling -- she wasn't like Jet, she'd just recently been turned. But who had done it? That Dai Li? Or someone else?
(Would she still have been turned if he hadn't repaid her kindness with theft?)