the color of night: sanguine

[rxelyn]

title: the color of night
universe: sanguine
type: trailer
pairing: none, sort of
notes: ... Malicious Intentions is officially now revamped. I'm retitling it to Sanguine; no idea why... just that it sounds better? Haha. Yeah. Think I'm going to rewrite the entire thing after what? Half a year of hiatus on this baby? Yeah.  Was overdosing on Requiem for a Dream while writing this... probably very disjointed and weird... Today's title is stolen from Oblivion, the Dark Brotherhood part. The idea of Twilight Wars is influenced by Robin McKinely's Voodoo Wars (in Sunshine) and the book Twilight Watch by Russian author Sergey Lukyanenko.

Year 2013  After the Twilight Wars

The city only wakes when the sun sets.

That's when the real players roam the streets. And the stakes for survival are upped; beyond the simple cut throat society of humans, beyond that, we barter for much more. And a single careless mistake could be your downfall for eternity.

I live in that world, doing what I can to get by.

Don't get me wrong. I'm no hero. I just want to live to see the next sunrise.

*
"Monster! You're the child of the devil!" the woman screamed, the heavy whip striking across flesh, the metallic tang of blood rising up into the air.

Monster. Monster. Monster. You're a monster.

I'm not a monster. I'm not. I'm NOT!

The boy lifted his head up defiantly, muddy brown eyes sharpening to a deep amethyst.

*
Crimson streaks, badly rubbed out chalk lines.

Another dead body.

Yet another dawning sky.

"Goddamnit!"

The vast sky seeming to drink in the split blood of the innocents. The fat, pregnant moon hung low, seeming to be mocking us.

*
A dark haired woman sauntered up, swaying her hips lightly in a flirty manner. I raised an eyebrow at her actions; I was certainly not attracted to her. Or anyone for that matter.

"Cold as ever, Rae? Pity." she shrugged, licking my cheek slowly in a sensual way. Her werewolf side coming out to play.

"Stop that, Bree. It's irritating to have your vampire lover glaring daggers at me from across the room while I clean up your club." I retorted dryly, wiping away the saliva carefully; no point getting infected with lycanthropy.

She regarded me impishly, " We need to get you your own vampire lover."

I snorted rudely, showing just how much I thought of that.

*
"Are you going to kill me now?" the creature smirked, its fangs slowly emerging, claws lengthening as it shook out its long mane of red hair. "I do so hope you'll be a worthy opponent. I'll hate to get bored."

I snarled at him, readying myself for a full battle. Blade in hand, I struck.

Only for him to dodge the movement so swiftly that it hardly seemed like he moved.

"That all you got? Don't you want to kill me?" With a lash of his tail, I was sent flying across the street, colliding sharply with a wall.

He laughed cruelly, "This world hasn't changed much, I see. Humans are still humans."

*
"Scream for me," he muttered harshly, pinning my hands above my head, almost crushing my wrist with his supernatural strength.

"Fuck you, " I all but spat in his face. He bit down savagely on my ear, eliciting a shocked gasp.

*
"I need you, please, Rae." Lucille pleaded, tugging at my hand. I glanced up into red rimmed eyes.

"Yes." Yes.

*
Lightning flashed across my eyes. I turned, a black swirl of expensive leather coat.

Black flames engulfed the entire building; demon fire indeed.

The all seeing moon remained shadowed behind the clouds, a steady reminder.