&& old memories [Axel]

[Akkii]

The cool air tugged at Akito’s hair as she meandered around the very edges of the large Sohma garden, in the hilly area. It didn’t take long to get there, though it used to. Vampire speed was useful. So was vampire sight, so she could take in everything around her without having to slow down. Now, though, she walked slowly. One could hardly say anyone actually owned this area of the garden. It was actually outside the property, but nobody owned anything beyond this. Around her, the grass was long, though there were patches of dirt here and there. There were trees everywhere, and bushes that currently had no flowers dotted the hills. Anyone who liked nature would find this to be a beautiful spot, though it was even better mid-spring, when the weather was just right, and flowers were in bloom, adding more color to the green area.

It was then that an old memory that she hadn’t quite recalled until now flashed across her mind, playing in front of her eyes like an old, low-quality movie. One from very long ago, before she became a vampire, before she met Devon. Before she even knew about vampires or anything else mildly preternatural, aside from her family. A fond memory, that she had not been willing to recall for a long time. But now, it surged in uncontrollably. She couldn’t quite remember what they’d been saying to each other. But there she was, quite a bit younger than she was now, and Dante.
It hurt to think of him. He’d disappeared so long ago. He must be dead. It was impossible to think that he might be alive at all. After all—he hadn’t come back.
Thoughts of her half brother brought more memories. After Dante had left, someone else had showed up—Ace. She’d hated him at first, then he’d grown on her, and she’d started to get friendly with him. And then she’d found she loved him. Her heart ached at the thought of him, even now. She loved Devon more, and knew that he was the one for her, but Ace was someone that she could never get over, even now that her memories of him were hazy.

Akito slowed her pace, and soon stopped walking completely, before getting to her knees, and then lying in the grass, staring at the sky, mostly covered with pearl-gray clouds. The clouds rolling in were darker, threatening that there would be a storm.
Sighing quietly, Akito halfheartedly shoved the memories of Dante and Ace out of her mind. Thinking of them did her no good. She was sure they were both dead. They’d both left, and hadn’t come back. Devon had shown up some time later after Ace left, and she used him as a way to forget him. And to make Shigure jealous, of course. It hadn’t worked for either, but she had found the person she was meant to be with, she knew now.

Akito had never bothered to mention Ace to either Mary or Devon. Though, sometimes when Devon wasn’t around, Mary would ask her about people with red-streaked hair or blue-streaked hair. She knew, by now, that her daughter had dreams when she slept that showed her both past and future events, and even present events. Many were irrelevant. And many had to do with her own childhood, which bothered Akito. Though, it seemed that by now, Mary was okay with it. Though, she remembered back when the girl was little, and would wake up screaming sometimes. There were many times when she refused to speak of what she’d dreamt about. Akito sometimes wondered if her daughter dreamed about things that had happened to Dante and Ace, or were going to happen. It was enough to frighten Mary that much, she was sure. Even now, sometimes the girl would wake up, screeching terribly, always fearful. Akito would soothe her, though.

She sighed as she thought about this, and, sitting up, caught the scent of some unfamiliar people up ahead.

Of course, maybe they wouldn’t be as unfamiliar as their scents suggested. One scent reminded her of a campfire, while the other of the ocean. Mingling together, they created a distracting scent. Pushing herself to her feet, she went in the direction—keeping to the s, to see the owners of the scents, though she pushed away thoughts that it might be Dante or Ace.

[This epically fails. But replying to it should be easy enough, eh? Dante and Ace may notice some new scars. The reason she’s a vampire now is because she was shoved out a window while it was closed. Which means she got cut pretty deep. THEN her ribs cracked when she hit the ground and punctured her lungs. Fun. So, yeah, scars. And gold eyes. Just a pointless note. XD]

[C R I S I S]

They had been observing her for a while, each set aside in their own private misery. Tall, pale skinned, they could have been vampires, though just one look at their eyes told anyone who knew anything about the supernatural that they were not vampires. It was equally obvious though, that they were not human either. One man had eyes of ice blue; cold, calculating, and he was armed, though it was obvious only to those who knew what to look for. To any commoner, it would look as though he held nothing under his clothes that he was as safe as any commoner, a disguise he had perfect for the ten years he had been gone. The other man though, he could never look like a commoner. His right eye was a deep, dark red, which seemed to reflect not his emotions, but your own. The other side though, the left eye, was a red glowing so brightly, that even the whites of the eyes were no longer white, but a light red color. The hair of the two was strikingly similar, but at the same time, different. The ice eyed man had black hair with streaks of color matching his eyes, and even a novice with hair could tell you that it was naturally like that, there were no dyes to create that color. The other man though, the one with the odd eyes, well, his hair was just as disturbing as his gaze. The right half was like the other man, only instead of blue; it was streaked with red the same color as his right eye. Dividing right down the middle though, the red met with some other color, and lost the battle. The left side of his hair was a silver grey color, shimmering slightly in the fading light. Maybe once upon a time, he had been like the blue streaked man, but that time had passed a long time ago, and would never be again. Ten years was a long time, after all.

Grinning a fanged filled smile, the strange man with the glowing eyes watched as she came forward, amusement flashing in the depth of his gaze. There was no doubting the danger when it came to the blue streaked man, but at this moment, with the left foot in front of the right foot, it was evident who was the most dangerous. They, all three of them, were beings not known to anyone, experiments that went wrong, and resulted in what they were today. The very last of their kind, though that was not without reason, for the weak had perished first, followed by the middle class. Only the strong had any chance in this world, and in the end, they all fell too. What they were, were escapees, having gotten away before the world was introduced to everyone else, surviving the horrors not because of good luck, but because of the poorest luck there was. Nobody should live as they did, but alas, there they were, back after ten years, though not the same. No, not after what they had seen, what they had done. They would never be the same again, and maybe for Akito, who was still approaching them, it would be best to just turn around and walk away, before those memories she held so close, were ripped to shreds, replaced by what they had become.

Foolishly though, against the silent wishes of the blue streaked man, Akito kept coming, and as soon as she came into range, the area seemed to start heating up, sweat making the shirt of Ace, the ice eyed, stick to the back of his shirt for a moment, before he cooled himself off.
”Well Akito. Long time no see.” Inferno said, still grinning that disturbing grin. All around him, the world seemed to buckle from the heat, but there were no effects to him, or Ace. There was no emotion in the dark red eye, Dante was only a watcher of this exchange, he hadn’t the energy right now to try and regain control over Inferno.
”And oh so changed. Pale skin, well that isn’t much of a change, a few new scars, and golden eyes. Well well, seems as though you found someone willing to change your pathetic hide. Guess what? Even as a Vampire, you can’t hurt me. I’m something that you don’t know of, something that shouldn’t exist.” Laughing a deep, horrifying sound, Inferno made a ‘tsk tsk’ sound under his breath.
”Guess what? Not only am I back, I’ve gotten more control then I used too.” Lips peeling back slightly, so it was no longer a grin but a snarl, Inferno seemed to pull energy from the air, something that Akito would probably feel, but what could she do about it? Hah!

And suddenly, it was as though the world erupted with fire. All around them, flames appeared, creating a circle of flames, roaring higher and higher, spitting inwards, toward the four. Inferno was on fire as well, though that seemed to be nothing new, in fact, it seemed as though the fire wasn’t even touching him. Grinning, Inferno gave what seemed to be a push, launching fire at Akito. For fire to work though, both minds must agree on the action, and even if he wasn’t able to control the body, it didn’t mean Dante couldn’t /stop/ the flames. Faster and faster the flames flew toward Akito, until they suddenly stopped, making Inferno curse. Suddenly, the flames were reduced to steam, leaving Ace with a look as if he had just recently gone swimming. As he looked at Akito though, Ace’s eyes were cold. She had hurt him, and he wasn’t going to forget it. In fact, as he stared at her, Ace’s lips pulled back slightly into a silent snarl, though his eyes revealed nothing, like a statue.
D@mn it Dante. You aren’t in control! Hissed Inferno, the flames responding to his anger by reaching up even higher in the sky. Heat billowed from them, if Akito had been human, it would have killed her.

And suddenly, it was as though there was a shift. Inferno’s gaze widened, and with a snarl, he seemed almost to force himself forward, but with no avail. In a moment, the bright, insane gleam in the left eye slowly faded, and the left foot took a step back, standing beside Ace. Like Ace’s, Dante’s own expression was unreadable. The way he allowed his back to Ace told one that he was comfortable around the other streaked, it seemed as though they had been around each other for a while then. There was a strange look in his eyes though, well, at least, his gaze. It was almost…expectant. As if he was waiting for something, waiting for someone. Whatever the reason, he didn’t speak, letting the silence fill the air. Ace was still wet, and Dante was still on fire. Touching either of them would not be a good idea right now. Not to mention that their gazes weren’t exactly…open.

What had happened to them?


[[No, this is fail. Dx]]

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