|| S a v e M e || (Togru feat. Burned)

[Noctis]

 

 

| | Featuring | |

 

Togru x Burned

 

 

|Genre|

Fantasy, Modern.

||Warning||

Some content may be unsuitable for those under the age of 18.

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::I thought I was fine. The beating in my chest seemed to stop. I tried not to feel anymore...

But... All I see is you in this darkness. I'm losing myself. Can you hear me?

 

...I need you to save me from myself...::

[Togru]

The pitter patter of raindrops pinged against the cold stone laden ground outside of a grand ivory mansion. Nothing stirred in the midst of the pouring rain except a lone figure. A young boy who was currently hunched over, struggling to put one foot in front of the other, staggered through the cold darkness of the night. Every inch of him was drenched to the bone, causing him to shiver uncontrollably underneath his soaked clothes.

 

Thirsty. So thirsty….

 

He bit his lip as the words circulated through his mind. How long had it been since he’d last taken life-force? A week? Two weeks? He’d lost track of the time that passed between meals, and that’s precisely why he was in such a predicament as he was now. Stones and other heavy objects seemed to be tied to his limbs, getting increasingly heavier the closer he got to the entrance of the large structure looming in front of him. A warm body squirmed from inside of his partially buttoned up jacket.

 

“Bit?” came a worried chirp. “Don’t worry, Bit. We’re….. We’re gonna be okay,” he mumbled to the small black rabbit curled up tightly against him. His arm wrapped around his stomach, cradling his companion in an attempt to comfort the creature. “We’re going to make it….” He whispered, trying to reassure himself of the statement.

 

His legs were on fire from walking so long under the grip of an insatiable thirst, but he knew he had to keep going or else he’d slip away right then and there. ‘Almost there,’ he thought to himself as his foot hit the first step of front entrance. Slowly, he made his way to the top of the steps, pausing as he moved onto the last step. His lifeless gaze locked onto two massive doors that now stood before him. That was when it hit him.

 

What was he doing? How on earth had he thought this would be a good idea? He stared off ahead of himself as his brain suddenly reminded him of everything wrong with what he was doing. Did he really want Clay to see him like this? He’d never felt so weak before. He could barely keep his head up. If the clan leader saw him at such a weak point…. Akira was positive the vampire already thought little of him. What would he think now? And that led him to his next thought. “Selfish…..” ‘This is so selfish’ He looked down at his feet, clenching his hand into a weak fist.

 

No, he couldn’t think of that now. If he didn’t do something soon, he wouldn’t survive the night. Whatever happened, it had to be better than dying on the cold ground with only the sound of the rain to send him off. With great hesitance, the dark-haired boy took a step towards the doors, lifting his hand to knock against the sleek polished wood. He only managed to knock a few small knocks before feeling his knees buckle beneath him. The world quickly faded into darkness as he curled in on himself on the hard surface beneath him.

[Noctis]

Thunder roared outside the window, followed by the loud cracks of lightning that lit the sky up with an ominous touch. The rain had become more than just a mere drizzle. It was now pounding against the floor to ceiling window that nearly took up most of the wall. The balcony was already drenched in rain.

 

Clay paused his hand over a stack of papers at the corner of the desk to slowly look out at the dark grey clouds forming over the mansion. Pure black and grey clouds had formed so quickly throughout the day. It was only around three in the afternoon and it already looked as though it was nine at night.

 

Dropping his finger down onto the table, he spread his slender fingers and pushed himself away from the desk. Getting up, he moved to stand at the window, watching the lines of water flow down the smooth surface. The image back at him made him sigh. His long platinum blonde hair was a complete mess from his constant habit of running his hand through it when hunched over paperwork at his desk. Violet shades eyes looked tired and worn from under the fringe that drifted across his forehead. He looked merely in his middle twenties with pale skin that seemed to stand out from the dark grey outfit he wore, but right now, he looked much older with the stress reflecting back at him.

 

He leaned against the cold glass, feeling the coolness against his skin. It felt nice. Today was a rather difficult one. Between meetings and phone calls, he felt himself just wanting to spend the rest of the day in this large, but rather quiet room. No one really bothered him here, except maybe a few people at his dismay.

 

The problem with the vampire hunters was growing at an alarming rate. Meetings were held almost everyday to exchange reports within the Clan. Defenses were supposed to be up and action against the Hunters were supposed to be active. Yes, they remained several steps ahead, but it was getting harder every single day that passes by. He barely had any time to himself.

 

A soft knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

 

“Yes,” he sighed, turning his back to the window and readjusting his jacket collar.

 

Davien, one of the butlers slowly opened the door and bowed as he entered. He was a middle aged man. Probably around his early thirties. He had brown hair and solemn blue eyes. He looked sharp with his wrinkle free tuxedo.

 

“Sir,” he spoke with a bit of an accent. “Our guests were wondering if they could hold the meeting straight away? They were... ah, anxious to meet with you.”

 

Clay narrowed his eyes. “ Did I not inform them that the meeting would be held at four thirty? If is not my fault they decided to arrive much earlier than the given time. I will meet them according to the schedule.”

 

“Yes, sir. I understand completely. However, the... mutts are getting rather... annoying.”

 

“They are always annoying. They give me a headache.”

 

“Would you like some tea to help ease your ailment?”

 

“I'll be fine, Davien. Thank you, though,” Clay replied, raising his hand to press it to his face. “I swear...”

Davien looked concerned. “Would you perhaps... like something else?”

 

Davien meant Life Force. Or in this case, blood. He shook his head and dropped the hand hiding his face.

 

“Actua--”

 

“SIR CLAY!”

 

A shout came from the corridor. Next thing they noticed, a teenage boy darted in wearing goggles on his head, almost running into Davien who swiftly stepped aside to allow the new intruder into the room.

 

“Tory... Mind your mann---,” Clay began but the wild look in the boy's eyes paused him.

 

“I'm really sorry, Sir. But you need to know this. The bastard child. He collapsed at the front doors.”

 

Clay remained silent, not bothering to blink as he stared at the huffing boy who must have run rather far to reach him.

 

“Did you take him inside?”

 

“..N-no sir... No one wanted to--”

 

Tory stammered over his own words as Clay walked swiftly by him. “You idiots.”

 

It took Clay, Tory and Davien to arrive at the door in less than five minutes. There were others standing by with both double doors wide open, allowing the rain and wind to flow into the mansion. No one attempted to check the boy's vital signs to see if he was even still alive. Clay crouched down next to Akira who was nothing but a heap on the ground. Rain pounded against his back as he ran his fingers through the boy's wet hair. It was then that he noticed two black ears sticking out from under Akira's arm. Bit the rabbit, which was Akira's magic servant, was trying desperately to keep his master warm with his own body heat. He gazed up at Clay with his gem-like eyes in a plea to help.

 

“Sir, should we--?”

 

“I'll take him to my room.”

 

With that being said, Clay reached out and scooped the soaking wet bundle into his arms. He wasn't dead. He could still hear the boy's faint heartbeat. However, he was pale beyond words. He knew Akira was just stepping onto Death's door. A trail of water was left behind him as he made his way to his own bedroom.

 

Minutes passed and Davien moved ahead of him to open the door. Entering the dark room, Clay quickly went to the sofa to lay Akira down. He unbuttoned the boy's jacket and tossed the dripping wet material to the ground.

 

“Damn, Akira,” He muttered angrily, stripping the boy's wet shirt over his head and tossing that as well. “Davien, cancel the meeting. I don't care if they throw a tantrum. Something came up. That is all they need to know.”

 

“Certainly.”

 

Tory appeared at Clay's shoulder, holding one of the blankets from the bed. Snatching it from him, Clay wrapped it around Akira's shivering unconscious body.

 

“Leave now,” Clay barked over his shoulder. In an instant, both servants left. Clay turned his eyes back to Akira's face. It was deathly pale. The boy's dark hair was soaked and plastered to his face. He ran his hand through it. This boy. Was like no other. Half human with blood of the vampires running through his veins. Despite being able to live off of regular food, he would still need Life Force. The Bastard Child as everyone called him. Even him. That was the name of the children born of a vampire and human relationship. They were such outcasts among the Clan.

 

Clay sighed again, using the blanket to dry Akira's hair. Clay lifted his left arm and pressed it to his lips. Normally, he would have done this differently by offering a man-made concoction , but the boy needed something to wake him up. Parting his pale lips, he opened his mouth and ran a single fang over one pulsing vein. He sunk both razor sharp fangs into his skin. The pain was a mere little pinch and within seconds, two lines of warm Life Force flowed from his wrist. It dripped onto Akira's chest as Clay grabbed the boy's chin to part his lips. Within seconds, Clay was watching the crimson droplets slide between Akira's lips. Now it was the waiting game.

[Togru]

Hazy darkness had completely engulfed the limp form, barely even noticing his weight shifting as he was lifted off the smooth surface of the ground. So many bodies moving around him only made his dire need for life-force that much more intense. Although his level of consciousness was all but gone, the boy twitched in the arms of the person carrying him.

 

A faint groan escaped the half vampire’s lips once he felt himself settle onto a cushioned piece of furniture. Everything was spinning inside his mind, centering on his thirst that was about to send him over the edge and caused him to become dizzy without even opening his eyes.

 

Nothing else really registered until something sweet slid over his tongue, filtering through his senses; something that put the satisfaction he got from draining mere life-force to shame. Blood. The unexpected taste made a light cough rattle his throat as he swallowed the liquid without hesitation. Akira felt a familiar itch that he normally ignored rise up inside him. He could feel his dulled fangs protrude a bit hungrily.

 

Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed his savior firmly by the arm. Leaning up just a tad, he tried to catch every single drop of blood that drained from the others wrist. New life filled him, quickly regaining the energy he’d lost. His eyes slowly flickered open midway to reveal the normally brown irises that had become a predatory violet color. Blinking away the blurriness that had resulted from his delirious state, a sharp breath caught in his throat as his vision cleared. His half lidded gaze was suddenly wide with both confusion and fear.

 

“C-Clay??”

 

He immediately loosened the grip he had on the vampire leader’s arm and let it drop to his side. That was when he took a good look at himself.

 

Someone had taken off his soaked clothing, thankfully just from the waist up, and replaced them with a warm blanket. It was hard not to snuggle into the comforting fabric despite himself. Heat rose to his face as he realized how close the taller man was to him and how embarrassing the situation was. The more he thought about it, the more he shrunk back into the softness of the sofa.

 

“I-I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t ha—“He trailed off, his eyes wildly flipping around the room. “Bit,” he mumbled, panic evident in his voice. The tiny beast servant had done everything he could to help his master even if his attempts were pretty much futile. He had to make sure his best friend was okay.