Hunger For Your Blood [Part Two]
Title: Hunger For Your Blood
Pairing: Onho
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, power/god/vamp, smut, action
Summary: It's impossible to describe them, mostly because they only come at night and wear demonic half masks that hide the tops of their faces, but really because no one knows what they are or where they came from. Much faster than humans, these masked killers had been plaguing villages since the dawn of time. To humans, they were called gods. Creatures that feast on blood with immense powers that raid, capture, and kill anything in their path. They had even killed his twin brother. Why they had let him live was irrelevant. For their error, he would slay them all. He would hunt the gods until every last one of them perished. Only then would the blood in his veins be satisfied, even as his fingers longed to play with the god of lightening.
Part Two
"Minho! Holy shit, you tagged one!" Dongwoo came up, excited enough for the both of them.
"Minho, you idiot! Why would you shoot that one?!" Seungho disagreed, running past them into the woods.
"Where is he going?" Minho asked, already notching a second arrow onto his bow.
Dongwoo beamed at him before running after Seungho, yelling behind, "When you anger a god of lightening, you better be around some trees!"
Minho turned back to look at the 'god' he had pinned to a tree with an arrow through the shoulder, but the thing was already snapping the front of the arrow off and sliding his shoulder out. Minho could only see the bottom half of his face, but the word to describe the expression he could see would be 'displeased'.
"Normally I would say introductions should be made before you penetrate someone," the god observed, rotating his already healing shoulder. "But it seems like you're a pretty fast paced kinda guy if you can keep up with my movements."
Jinki, get a move on. Do you need help killing pedestrians now, or what? a snarky voice asked inside his mind.
Quiet, I'll handle this side, finish the rest.
Just don't forget to torch the place this time, okay? I don't want to see you get punished again, the voice whispered before winking out entirely. Jinki sighed. At least it was safe to say no one had seen Minho yet. Still, some dramatics were in order.
"I've never seen you on these raids before. First time?" Jinki asked politely, slowly walking towards Minho, watching the bow bend as it was pulled back tighter. Noted. When Minho said nothing, he frowned. And he so wanted to make a virgin joke, though with his tendencies, the other boy wouldn't have got the joke anyway.
Minho eyed the 'god' warily, his arm and shoulder muscles burning from keeping the bow pulled back so tightly. The man was smaller than him, didn't even look that threatening physique wise, but it was the mask and the eyes that unnerved him. They seemed to glow through the half mask he wore.
The mask itself was porcelain white, coming to a point over the nose like some sort of muzzle, making his features look more animalistic, the horns at the top of the mask adding to that effect. The clothes he wore, however, were pristine white and untarnished, and skin tight. You would think after killing tens of hundreds of people, there would be blood splattered somewhere on him to ruin his pure appearance.
Before he even had time to blink, however, the man was in front of him, easily knocking the bow aside and pinning him up against the nearest tree. Minho had never found anyone smaller than him intimidating before, but watching what looked like a lightening storm happen in the color of this man's eyes was enough to make him halt. That and the hand on his throat, dangling him off the ground with ease. Kicking out at the thing's knees with full force, he heard a popping noise before being immediately dropped.
"That," the demon of a man said, "was not very nice."
Minho watched as the man's hands began to glow, hearing the distinct sound of thunder in the distance. His cue to leave. Grabbing his bow from the ground and tucking tail, he sprinted as fast as he could in the directions his friends had ran, turning briefly one last time to see the 'god' merely punching at his knee before standing back up gracefully, with nothing but his eyes glowing now. Notching another arrow, he aimed and watched it fly right at the god's head.
Jinki merely tilted his face to the side, letting the arrow rip through and past his mask, frowning as it shattered to a million pieces. He had spent a lot of time making that one. Turning his head back to Minho slowly, he made brief eye contact with him again before showing the little hunter his back, heading back to the village to finish his job. Hopefully Minho would take the hint and get out of town. He did.
He'd done what he had to for now, scared the northern villagers away so they wouldn't be involved. At least for tonight. Still, the slight recognition he had read in Minho's eyes after he had seen his face unnerved him. Closing his eyes briefly in sorrow, he opened them back up blankly, the bolts of lightening in his irises moving more furiously as he concentrated his powers.
"Sorry."
Hundreds of lightening bolts cascaded through the village, burning everything they touched, people and buildings alike.
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The screams are what made him turn back. Not seconds after he had found Dongwoo and Seungho, they had started.
"Sounds like it's over," Seungho sighed, nodding to the two boys to start their three day journey back home.
"I can't help but think Minho somehow made it worse," Dongwoo teased.
"Will you stop with your incessant chatter? People died tonight!" Seungho yelled.
"And we could have too! We were the bait after all so more villagers could get away! Excuse me for trying to lighten the mood. Hello, we aren't dead. That's pretty praise worthy in my opinion, and Minho shot a god. Has anyone ever done that before? I mean, c'mon. This is probably our best rescue ever!"
"Say that when we see if the other part of our team came out alive with survivors," Seungho sighed. They were either all way too young for this, or getting way too old.
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"Your power is so not fair. Seriously, I get my clothes dirty on every hunt we go on, but look at you, all crisp and clean," Key grumbled.
"I consider myself lucky. I don't have a bazillion outfits to choose from like you do." Key's face said clearly, 'well yes, there is that.'
Poking one of his dainty fingers through the arrow sized hole in the fabric on Jinki's right shoulder, he inquired, "But what is this from? And where is your mask? You know we aren't supposed to be seen."
"It's from last week's raid. I got my shoulder caught on a fence."
"You would. But the mask?"
"It broke after I smashed into a wall with it. You know I can't see shit in that thing," Jinki shrugged.
"Uh huh. Well, I'm not helping you make a new one, not after you nixed all my ideas the last time."
"I'm sorry if I don't find glitter frightening."
"People find me frightening, and I look fabulous."
"People are terrified of you because you can make their insides come outside."
"A disgusting power, mine is. But I suppose being able to control vitals organs and looking spectacular go hand in hand."
"You are one scary guy, Key."
"And don't you forget it," he winked.
Jinki rolled his eyes, following the rest of them to the throne room to report to their master on their success. All women and children accounted for. Still, Jinki couldn't seem to get the image of Minho looking at him... like he knew him out of his mind. What reason would Minho have to know him? Sure, he'd been spying... 'watching over' Minho for over a decade now, but he was fairly certain Minho had never seen him during that time, so why was he now certain Minho knew him somehow? And why did they always have to wear masks when they hunted anyway? It's not like they had anything to fear by showing their faces... still. He was going to pay dearly for the little stunt Minho had pulled.
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Twelve survivors was definitely better than none in Minho's opinion, even if they couldn't save any of the women and children. There was always the next village. When Minho had merely suggested they should just go to all the nearest villages and start bringing people here now, before any other raids happened, his friends had laughed bitterly.
"The only reason we've been getting away with this so far is because we haven't been able to save many people. A few dozen people getting away is hardly something they'd notice. But if they did ever notice us, that would be bad. We're the last northern tribe still alive, and the only reason we're alive is because they've forgotten about us. Best we keep it that way. We're a secret village all unto our own now," Seungho explained.
"Not to mention if we were spotted, we'd all be dead within the week. Their tracker, the god of the hunt, is no joke. He single handedly hunts down and finds every single woman and child in the village. If we ever attracted their attention we'd be doomed," Dongwoo added.
Minho didn't bother to say it, but he had attracted their attention, at least the god of lightening. So why had he not killed him? And why did he get the feeling he knew him somehow?
"We're lucky we only ran up against the god of lightening last night," Dongwoo said.
"Lucky? He's the worst of them all! Before he showed up, they never killed all the villagers, just burned the village and took the women and only some of the children! Now they take everything or destroy everything. Ever since he came into play, we've been doomed."
"How many gods are there exactly?" Minho asked.
"No one's sure, they just keep appearing. When it seems like we know them all, another comes and ruins it. We know of seven. God of lightening, god of the hunt, god of blood, god of metal, god of illusions, god of persuasion, and god of smoke. Though usually they don't all come out at the same time. Their main players are the god of hunt, lightening, and persuasion. The others aren't seen as often, but trust us, those three are more than enough."
One of the men they had rescued from the eastern tribe stood. "There is at least one more. The puppet master. God of the gods. Your northern tribes must not have, being so far away and secluded from all others, but we had always worshiped the god of gods, ensuring our tribes safety. The long ago legend says there is one god above all others, that can in fact turn normal humans into celestial beings, but only if they are female or very young. However, the god is a very fickle one, and often kills most of his creations if they prove to be too much of a threat to his power. Only a handful of gods usually remain at one time."
A/N: I was gonna write more, but it's late! And I have work in the morning! Aish.... I'll write another chap soon. And I know. I need to finish HTTYD. I know. Believe me. lol
Lanna
FMS
Pairing: Onho
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, power/god/vamp, smut, action
Summary: It's impossible to describe them, mostly because they only come at night and wear demonic half masks that hide the tops of their faces, but really because no one knows what they are or where they came from. Much faster than humans, these masked killers had been plaguing villages since the dawn of time. To humans, they were called gods. Creatures that feast on blood with immense powers that raid, capture, and kill anything in their path. They had even killed his twin brother. Why they had let him live was irrelevant. For their error, he would slay them all. He would hunt the gods until every last one of them perished. Only then would the blood in his veins be satisfied, even as his fingers longed to play with the god of lightening.
Part Two
"Minho! Holy shit, you tagged one!" Dongwoo came up, excited enough for the both of them.
"Minho, you idiot! Why would you shoot that one?!" Seungho disagreed, running past them into the woods.
"Where is he going?" Minho asked, already notching a second arrow onto his bow.
Dongwoo beamed at him before running after Seungho, yelling behind, "When you anger a god of lightening, you better be around some trees!"
Minho turned back to look at the 'god' he had pinned to a tree with an arrow through the shoulder, but the thing was already snapping the front of the arrow off and sliding his shoulder out. Minho could only see the bottom half of his face, but the word to describe the expression he could see would be 'displeased'.
"Normally I would say introductions should be made before you penetrate someone," the god observed, rotating his already healing shoulder. "But it seems like you're a pretty fast paced kinda guy if you can keep up with my movements."
Jinki, get a move on. Do you need help killing pedestrians now, or what? a snarky voice asked inside his mind.
Quiet, I'll handle this side, finish the rest.
Just don't forget to torch the place this time, okay? I don't want to see you get punished again, the voice whispered before winking out entirely. Jinki sighed. At least it was safe to say no one had seen Minho yet. Still, some dramatics were in order.
"I've never seen you on these raids before. First time?" Jinki asked politely, slowly walking towards Minho, watching the bow bend as it was pulled back tighter. Noted. When Minho said nothing, he frowned. And he so wanted to make a virgin joke, though with his tendencies, the other boy wouldn't have got the joke anyway.
Minho eyed the 'god' warily, his arm and shoulder muscles burning from keeping the bow pulled back so tightly. The man was smaller than him, didn't even look that threatening physique wise, but it was the mask and the eyes that unnerved him. They seemed to glow through the half mask he wore.
The mask itself was porcelain white, coming to a point over the nose like some sort of muzzle, making his features look more animalistic, the horns at the top of the mask adding to that effect. The clothes he wore, however, were pristine white and untarnished, and skin tight. You would think after killing tens of hundreds of people, there would be blood splattered somewhere on him to ruin his pure appearance.
Before he even had time to blink, however, the man was in front of him, easily knocking the bow aside and pinning him up against the nearest tree. Minho had never found anyone smaller than him intimidating before, but watching what looked like a lightening storm happen in the color of this man's eyes was enough to make him halt. That and the hand on his throat, dangling him off the ground with ease. Kicking out at the thing's knees with full force, he heard a popping noise before being immediately dropped.
"That," the demon of a man said, "was not very nice."
Minho watched as the man's hands began to glow, hearing the distinct sound of thunder in the distance. His cue to leave. Grabbing his bow from the ground and tucking tail, he sprinted as fast as he could in the directions his friends had ran, turning briefly one last time to see the 'god' merely punching at his knee before standing back up gracefully, with nothing but his eyes glowing now. Notching another arrow, he aimed and watched it fly right at the god's head.
Jinki merely tilted his face to the side, letting the arrow rip through and past his mask, frowning as it shattered to a million pieces. He had spent a lot of time making that one. Turning his head back to Minho slowly, he made brief eye contact with him again before showing the little hunter his back, heading back to the village to finish his job. Hopefully Minho would take the hint and get out of town. He did.
He'd done what he had to for now, scared the northern villagers away so they wouldn't be involved. At least for tonight. Still, the slight recognition he had read in Minho's eyes after he had seen his face unnerved him. Closing his eyes briefly in sorrow, he opened them back up blankly, the bolts of lightening in his irises moving more furiously as he concentrated his powers.
"Sorry."
Hundreds of lightening bolts cascaded through the village, burning everything they touched, people and buildings alike.
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The screams are what made him turn back. Not seconds after he had found Dongwoo and Seungho, they had started.
"Sounds like it's over," Seungho sighed, nodding to the two boys to start their three day journey back home.
"I can't help but think Minho somehow made it worse," Dongwoo teased.
"Will you stop with your incessant chatter? People died tonight!" Seungho yelled.
"And we could have too! We were the bait after all so more villagers could get away! Excuse me for trying to lighten the mood. Hello, we aren't dead. That's pretty praise worthy in my opinion, and Minho shot a god. Has anyone ever done that before? I mean, c'mon. This is probably our best rescue ever!"
"Say that when we see if the other part of our team came out alive with survivors," Seungho sighed. They were either all way too young for this, or getting way too old.
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"Your power is so not fair. Seriously, I get my clothes dirty on every hunt we go on, but look at you, all crisp and clean," Key grumbled.
"I consider myself lucky. I don't have a bazillion outfits to choose from like you do." Key's face said clearly, 'well yes, there is that.'
Poking one of his dainty fingers through the arrow sized hole in the fabric on Jinki's right shoulder, he inquired, "But what is this from? And where is your mask? You know we aren't supposed to be seen."
"It's from last week's raid. I got my shoulder caught on a fence."
"You would. But the mask?"
"It broke after I smashed into a wall with it. You know I can't see shit in that thing," Jinki shrugged.
"Uh huh. Well, I'm not helping you make a new one, not after you nixed all my ideas the last time."
"I'm sorry if I don't find glitter frightening."
"People find me frightening, and I look fabulous."
"People are terrified of you because you can make their insides come outside."
"A disgusting power, mine is. But I suppose being able to control vitals organs and looking spectacular go hand in hand."
"You are one scary guy, Key."
"And don't you forget it," he winked.
Jinki rolled his eyes, following the rest of them to the throne room to report to their master on their success. All women and children accounted for. Still, Jinki couldn't seem to get the image of Minho looking at him... like he knew him out of his mind. What reason would Minho have to know him? Sure, he'd been spying... 'watching over' Minho for over a decade now, but he was fairly certain Minho had never seen him during that time, so why was he now certain Minho knew him somehow? And why did they always have to wear masks when they hunted anyway? It's not like they had anything to fear by showing their faces... still. He was going to pay dearly for the little stunt Minho had pulled.
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Twelve survivors was definitely better than none in Minho's opinion, even if they couldn't save any of the women and children. There was always the next village. When Minho had merely suggested they should just go to all the nearest villages and start bringing people here now, before any other raids happened, his friends had laughed bitterly.
"The only reason we've been getting away with this so far is because we haven't been able to save many people. A few dozen people getting away is hardly something they'd notice. But if they did ever notice us, that would be bad. We're the last northern tribe still alive, and the only reason we're alive is because they've forgotten about us. Best we keep it that way. We're a secret village all unto our own now," Seungho explained.
"Not to mention if we were spotted, we'd all be dead within the week. Their tracker, the god of the hunt, is no joke. He single handedly hunts down and finds every single woman and child in the village. If we ever attracted their attention we'd be doomed," Dongwoo added.
Minho didn't bother to say it, but he had attracted their attention, at least the god of lightening. So why had he not killed him? And why did he get the feeling he knew him somehow?
"We're lucky we only ran up against the god of lightening last night," Dongwoo said.
"Lucky? He's the worst of them all! Before he showed up, they never killed all the villagers, just burned the village and took the women and only some of the children! Now they take everything or destroy everything. Ever since he came into play, we've been doomed."
"How many gods are there exactly?" Minho asked.
"No one's sure, they just keep appearing. When it seems like we know them all, another comes and ruins it. We know of seven. God of lightening, god of the hunt, god of blood, god of metal, god of illusions, god of persuasion, and god of smoke. Though usually they don't all come out at the same time. Their main players are the god of hunt, lightening, and persuasion. The others aren't seen as often, but trust us, those three are more than enough."
One of the men they had rescued from the eastern tribe stood. "There is at least one more. The puppet master. God of the gods. Your northern tribes must not have, being so far away and secluded from all others, but we had always worshiped the god of gods, ensuring our tribes safety. The long ago legend says there is one god above all others, that can in fact turn normal humans into celestial beings, but only if they are female or very young. However, the god is a very fickle one, and often kills most of his creations if they prove to be too much of a threat to his power. Only a handful of gods usually remain at one time."
A/N: I was gonna write more, but it's late! And I have work in the morning! Aish.... I'll write another chap soon. And I know. I need to finish HTTYD. I know. Believe me. lol
Lanna
FMS