Awakening Into A Nightmare

part 5

Slowly and Painfully his mind starts to return back to what it was before. Soon the numbness he had so vigorously enjoyed fades leaving nothing but pain. The throbbing aching in his chest, the pounding of his head, he isn't sure if its physical or not. He doesn't much care at this point however. All the memories that he had just shoved away also return. Flashes of their dead bodies runs through his mind like shards of glass. 

Looking down he can see he is standing ankle deep in a pool of blood surrounded by several corpses. The stench is overwhelming and it almost causes him to vomit. He fights the urge half way because if the emptiness he feels in the pit of his stomach gets any less he might implode into a void. Quickly he dashes away jumping over the bloody carnage feeling if he stayed here any longer the pain inside him would surely rip him to pieces. The problem was .....there was no place he could go to escape from himself. All he can do is blindly run and try his best to push all thoughts away and think absolutely nothing.

Tracking through the Dreary forest of the surrounding mountains Yoru is treading barefoot over the ground of varying textures. At points the ground is rocky and jagged while other its soft dirt with hard roots sticking from the earth that cause him to be caught by his own feet and stumble forward. As he catches himself he is slightly awoken from his dream like state. The pain in his chest returns and the memories of the girl hit him like a horrid flashback. Tears well up in his eyes, however he refuses to give in. A choice for no apparent reason he keeps. By crying he is admitting that it happened. Following no apparent path and going in no particular direction he stalks through the thicket never keeping still, as if the memories were right behind him ready to pounce at any sign of slowing down. His head turns looking around but not really seeing anything. Anything to keep him distracted. Forcing himself he keeps his mind at a state where he really isn't thinking or remembering anything. Its just all a blur of intoxication, a self derived stupor if you will.

 

His body knows instinctively that if he were to remember he would not be able to handle it. His body would reject that reality. But this is the reality he is in. He has no choice in the matter. 

The constant question within his mind that keeps repeating over and over....is why? For what reason is the world like this? Why is it that humans constantly hate and fear his kind? Why can't those that are within his kind accept the changes that need to be made for becoming part of the human world? Pain like this has no reason to exist. 

`The flashbacks of his childhood with Akuchi and the massacre of the human village again return to his mind. He looks up from this feet to see off in the distant his memories playing like a movie projecting in his imagination. He sees the running blood across the ground. You try not to step in it.....but its everywhere. That little girl. She had clear blue eyes and black hair. She was no more than 3. He remembers so well how she was filled with tears.

 

That small girl didn't deserve to have her mother and father taken from her in front of her eyes. The man responsible.....akuchi.....his father.....appears in the clip of his memories. He is tall with long flowing white hair and insanely evil red eyes. Akuchi runs his fingers down around the little girls neck and lifts her high into the air. The child screams but is silenced. She looks over to Yoru, who now is confused if this is real or not, jumping up he rushes as fast as he can toward the Illusion of his memories. No matter how hard or fast her runs he cannot get any closer. There is a snap echoing through his ears that sounds so real that he could have sworn it had happened right here in the forest. He falls to his knees and then his elbows. His forehead pressed against he ground as his body collapsed in the pain. 

`He remembers the child gripping tightly on the small teddy bear that was drenched in the blood of everyone in the village. Then the loosening of that grip as the small toy falls to the cold ground landing in a puddle of thick fresh warm blood. That fear shuddered through him. 

Breaking suddenly out of the dream like memory trip he lifts his head and real tears seem to cover his face. Not the blood tears but clear salty tears. They are flowing uncontrollably. The great guizers of pressure have finally busted through and they are releasing years worth of tears. He slowly reaches into his pocket of his shirt to pull out that blood stained tiny teddy bear. Holding it in his hand it is barely the length of his palm now. It was only now that he realized that his palm was covered in blood. Black blood. His eyes widen in a near panic as he lifts his head looking around franticly in fear of his father. He knew his father used black blood and it was something he continued to fear even to this day. Seeing no one he gets up and starts running. Bleeding from the soles of his feet he dashes through the pain to a crystal clear lake. Not until the first glance of the perfect water did he realize how insanely thirsty he had become. For water and not blood this time. Rushing to the bank of the lake he leans over the edge getting ready to stick his head into the water for a drink. Soon as he looks down he see's his father. That long white hair, horrid red eyes with black background. massive fangs and just that evil look. He dives into the water trying to grab his neck only to find he falls right through.

As he falls into the water he realizes something. His father was not here. The black blood on his hands.......was pouring from his wounds...the horrid evil eyes he saw in the water.....were his eyes. He starts loosing the will to pull himself out of the water. Its cold against his skin. He likes it. Its numbing. Anything would be better than how he feels right now. Even if that meant never feeling anything ever again. He finds himself daydreaming about just staying under the water. Not coming up for air and letting himself rest here in the numbingly cold water. Forever. His body wouldn't be found and his mission would be recorded as an unknown resolve. Back at Fairy Tail they have vooder and Edge. Zax is most likely S class by now. Dirna and Dai will get there eventually. As well as all the other new members. They will slowly and quickly gain the power necessary to carry on for the next generations. 

His body starts relaxing as his feet hit the bottom of the lake and he opens his eyes. There he can see through the wonderfully clear water as if he was looking through Air. A mass of colorful fish are swimming about. He opens his mouth in amazement at the visibility and beauty found underneath the lake. As his mouth opens water rushes in and he drinks. Its cool to his tongue and it douses out the burning in his throat. He can feel his wounds healing over. He takes another gulp and the fresh purifying sensation runs through his body as he feels the cold water making its way down to his stomach. Slowly, very slowly, he kicks his way back up to the surface and takes a deep breath of air. Wading to the side he gets on some of the smooth rocks and sprawls out over them. Exhausted and breathing hard he lays under the warm rising sun. Looking up he see's the sun just over the top of a great waterfall. The water reflects the colors of the falling fish as they make their colorful Journey downstream. They must be like salmon that re-trace their selves up the streams to lay eggs. 

His thoughts return to his father. He knows he can't die just yet. He has to make sure that that man dies. If nothing else it will be his atonement for his existence.

As he lay there contemplating his next move there is a sudden rustle of leaves and other sounds just beyond the trees nearby. The sounds were close, far to close to have snuck up on him. Realizing he must have been so out of wack from the depression and emotional pain that he was not aware of his surroundings. He must have been tracked by those individuals since the battle with the colony. 

Swiftly Yoru jumps from his laying position directly into a back flip landing on his feet several meters away next to his great scythe. He reaches down gripping his weapon and jerks to face the source of the sound. His eyes seem dull as if they can't see as clearly as before. He squints but is still unable to see with his sharpness he has been accustomed to. And its as if something else was missing from his eyes. Another quick Epiphany, he noticed that he couldn't smell anything either. The sounds of the forest were dulled to the point he couldn't even make out the differences between two different kinds birds. And the worst part of it all is that his blood sense is completely gone. His most reliant and unique skill of being able to detect nearby living blood is gone. 

Suddenly his weakened eyes make out a few vague figures emerging from the tree only a few hundred meters away. Blinking a few times hoping that his sharp vision would return he gives up realizing he is gonna have to fight them blind. 

However he can still sense their magics and he knows he still has more than enough skill to take them, even with his senses down and his magic depleted there are only 7 Vampyre headed toward him. He will await till they are close enough for him to accurately fight them with his current abilities, from there he will use his skill and reflexes and instinct to take them down quickly. 

The Vampyre all advance quickly and throw several objects at him. His eyes were not quite good enough to make out what the blurs were but he knew they couldn't be good. Bending his knee Yoru springs upward high into the air, or so he would have liked. Much to his dismay he only was able to jump a meter or so into the air and then come crashing back down to earth. He now has no time to dodge since they will strike before he lands. He has to block. Grabbing his scythe he swings quickly at the oncoming attacks, only to find that his strength in his arms is lacking and his timing was so horribly off that he is struck with all 7 objects sending him crashing back. After being struck he quickly finds that the objects where knives and they pierced into his flesh. Yoru quickly rips out the blades for one last nasty surprise, his wounds that all naturally heal almost instantly seem to do nothing but linger and bleed. He tries to activate his blood to heal himself manually, but his blood refuses to listen to him. Looking down quickly at his blood scythe he tries to morph it. 

Nothing happened. None of his magic is working. His body and his senses seem shot. Its not that he has no magic left. He can clearly feel it surging through him, its just that none of his spells seem to be working. 

As he is distracted by his own lack of power a powerful kick crashes into the side of his head. Instead of being able to hold his own on the attack he can feel the jerk of his neck and the crack of his bones under the pressure and the sudden light headed feeling as his body crashes hard through the trees and against a hard rock. The pain thunders through his body as he folds into the ground. His grip is weak and he has dropped his scythe. The entire forest is spinning and he isn't sure which way is up. A sudden urge to vomit surges up in him again only this time he is unable to stop himself and he vomits. With it he brings up a ton of blood. 

A crunch echoes in front of him, or at least what he thinks is in front of him, it seems not only up and down but the other cardinal directions seem to be a mystery to him. As he glances up at the man and can see a disappointed face and that he is holding his scythe. The upwards glance sends him into another round of painful vomiting.

"This is the same guy? What the hell! There is no way this is the same guy. The last guy was evil, like to the core and had a nasty aura that was darker than any normal lamia. But this guy...he seems......human. are you even sure he is a vampire?"

The man next to him walks up giving him a look over.

"No this is definitely the guy we were looking for. However.......something has changed. something drastic. I'm not really sure what is going on with him though" 

The others follow quickly and land next to them. The huddle together to talk it out. The conversations goes back and forth to if Yoru was the real target. There was to much of a gap in power and magic to be the same person exactly, but then again there would be no reason to keep Yoru alive. But if he was the same person then perhaps there is something deeper here. After a few minutes of high speed debate they all unanimously decide to take Yoru in alive. Since he was wounded and pretty easily taken down they would send two of the seven to take him back while the other five would continue looking for the the potential that there was still another look alike Yoru that was far more evil. Though the evidence of the scythe was the main part that silenced the doubts that he was not the real Yoru.

"Alright. Ash, Sod you two...escort our friend here. One of you carry him the other carries the scythe. don't let them touch ever. We want to be on the safe side." 

The two that looked very alike nod. Ash had red hair while sod was dirty blond. Other than the difference in hair color they looked identical. They must be brothers Yoru thought. Sod takes his scythe and Ash picks up yoru by his collar and with an evil grin hits him hard in the stomach causing him to throw up more blood. Yoru began seeing spots. He hasn't passed out since he was a child. But this new body seems to be very weak, human if you will. Slowly his eyes fade into a pitch black darkness that envelops him and he looses all feeling in his body.

Author's Note

um.........okay a few notes needed for this one. Again this is not the first section of the story. This is just a long mission that I liked and wanted to put into story format. I am thinking of adding the entrie life story of Yoru into a book.
The characters mentioned by him in his internal monologue were fellow comrades at his guild. The significant ones
Edge- Leader of the guild and his master
Vooder- somewhat like a best friend if he ever had one (though he did not have what you would call friends) and he was also the temporary leader when he joined.
Zax- powerful mysterious character that they know little about.
Dirna- Advanced member that has been there a long time.
Dai- another person that could almost be considered a close friend.

other than that you would have to read the manga Fairy Tail to understand the other hidden points in the story. though very few of them actually show up in this short story.