Suns Acid- Chapter One

Chapter one1

His breathing came in nervous succession, plumes of frosty white air rising from his pale lips. His head pounded, aggravating his already deficit temper. He looked up at the ominously gray sky. There was some hint of blue in the heavens, but not enough to hope that there wouldn't be rainstorms later. Harsh ones by the looks of the heavy overcast. Though he was most definitely nervous, it wasn't because of the impending cloudburst, actually he was depending on the rainclouds to cover the dimmed sun, but it was because he could smell something in the air that was most definitely not human.2

There was nearly a hundred humans on this one street, bustling around to finish their early morning business. His muscles bunched with that horrible temptation rippling beneath the surface. 3

Once again he turned his gaze to the sky, hoping he would regain any semblance of sanity in this damned crazy world. His violet eyes watched the clouds roil among and over themselves, dropping into a crouch as they veiled the sun. He wondered frantically if he'd even be able to make it to a place hundreds of miles away with still twelve hours of daytime. He knew he gathered attention, standing as he was in the shadows, bracing a hand and leg against the stone wall behind him, but he could care less because that smell was distracting him greatly. It was damned sweet, but undefinable. What really bothered him though was that it was untraceable. It was just there hanging in the air like a bug that maneuvered much too fast for you to catch it. He only knew it moved closer.4

His blood bubbled, sending toxins to the surface of his high cheekbone. Barely visible to the human eye, it began to redden, rolling back into itself under the suns rays. He hadn't even noticed the clouds had moved again. With stinging pain he jumped back into his earlier place, letting the shadows caress him happily, he raised a wavering hand to cover his eye and cheekbone, cursing long and loud for the world to hear. One lady exclaimed in fright as she was passing by, but he paid no heed, groaning as the skin continued to peel away. It was more noticeable now, it seemed almost charred black in the dark light.5

It was Jasmine. Almost overwhelming now, it made his heart beat erratically with an unknown attraction, but he clamped his eyes shut. He tried his hardest to ignore the thumping in his brain that mimicked his hyper heart and the slowing toxins under his skin that had been forming. He even pretended to forget the nagging thoughts of a supernatural being on the loose in a crowd of innocents and how it moved toward him at an agonizing crawl, jasmine smelling stronger as the seconds wore on.6

“Hello.” The voice was sweet and high pitched. He relaxed instantly at the sound of the voice, almost like he had been pulled into the arms of a lover, but he knew just by the aura of the person that they had never met. Did he dare open his eyes? There was no seductive tone in her voice, no longing for something he couldn't give, but he knew he would be astounded by the girl. He was.7

“Hello.” He was cautious to respond, he knew this was his jasmine girl. Literally a girl. She looked barely fourteen if he was being generous. Her body was scrawny and small chested. As flat as board. It almost made him laugh.8

“My name is Sumi,” she said. He looked up into Sumi's bright aquamarine eyes, they were shaded by pure white eyelashes which he only now realized matched the odd color of her white hair. It was straight, falling in a waterfall to her waist and to his amusement noticed she indeed had womanly curves, but they were hidden by her draping blue shirt and flowing white skirt. He shook his head, she was distracting him and she wasn't even his type.9

She held out her hand to him and he took it, smiling as charming as he could and kissed her knuckles. “Vincent.” he murmured onto her alabaster skin and straightened. There was some kind of shock between their hands. This had to mean she was his soul mate or something. Or he could be reading too many romance novels. Whose bright idea was it to send him into the library? He'd gotten hooked on books.10

A mischievous smile stretched her full, pink lips. Sumi spoke through the smile and it made his heart slow, but there was something else behind that smile. Her eyes seemed almost turquoise now, shining bright with great shock. Shocked about what he couldn't guess.11

He noticed the light blue of her iris was hindered by a thick black line. It looked almost like the pupil had been stretched at about the four o` clock point.12

“Ah, Vincent.” Her voice was intoxicating. Their hands were still palm to palm, but he imagined their fingers entwined, as she moaned in his ear for more, calling out his name as he...13

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” He exclaimed, extracting his hand from her grip and shaking away the pain. The little vixen stuck a very sharp nail in his wrist and he hadn't even said anything aloud. When he looked back to her she was smirking, but she turned her back on him so that he couldn't see the playful tug on her lips. The back of her shirt was plain to his sight, definitely not as entertaining as the front, where there he could at least see her breasts. His wrist dribbled a blood bubble before the wound closed itself. He licked away the blood so that his tongue could soak it back into his bloodstream. After the act he couldn't help, but wonder if it was healthy to eat his own blood. Which it probably wasn't.14

“What the hell was that for?” He growled, angrily.15

“I just felt like doing it, can you blame me? I think your thoughts were naughty.” She replied nonchalantly, smiling, but he didn't answer. The sun was beginning to remove itself further from it's veil of clouds, the small alleyway where they stood getting brighter by the minute. Although still not bright enough to hurt him.16

“Have you ever met a real life psychic, Vincent?” She asked after a moment of silence. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and shifted her hair a bit to the side so she could see. Maybe her shirt wasn't as plain as he thought for there was some kind of design on her shoulder blades, but what did he care about some girls shirt? Though she'd inflicted pain on him, he was thoroughly amazed with her, not her shirt. Absolutely no human could look like this. Could she possibly be a siren of some kind?17

“A few times.” Vincent replied, throwing her a curious look. This wasn't the type of pick up chatter he'd expected from a siren, but now he knew he had to be on his guard around her or he'd lose himself.18

“I happen to be very close to a good one and you know what he told me?” She asked.19

Of course he shook his head because if he lied and said he did she may make him answer what he thought and this may be going in a very different direction than he thought.20

“He said I'd be meeting a tall blond named Vincent in the near future.”21

“Did he say if I'd be seeing your lovely face again after we met?” Vincent asked. He smirked inwardly, knowing this was how it usually went with other women, then felt his stomach drop. If it was going how it went with everyone else he could very well be massacred by the end of the night at the hands of this siren.22

She nodded, “We'll be seeing each other often, you may not recognize me but you must always take my advice as well as you can.”23

She turned away from Vincent again, pulling her hair over her shoulder to twiddle the ends in what seemed to be...nervousness? How is it possible for her to be nervous when he was the one getting ready to be lured somewhere more discreet so she could steal his body?24

“I must be leaving now, Vincent, but a word of advice before I go: there is a historical gypsy caravan on show. You might want to see it for yourself before it leaves tomorrow night.” He wondered why she had brought up a gypsy caravan of all things, he certainly didn't want to see one of those, but before he could ask or decline she was leaving. Finally he caught a full look at the design on her back. There was a pair of angel wings on each shoulder blade. She skipped away into the crowd, disappearing easily. Once she was gone, once he could no longer smell the sweet jasmine, he couldn't recall why he'd been so interested in her. She was only a child who spoke without explaining herself. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't want to know more about her.25

Then he laughed at himself, the childish looking siren hadn't even tried to eat him, but instead tried to convince him she was an angel. Though she didn't ever say she was an angel...did sirens even eat people?26

It was going to rain. The sky shined a clear azure, but Elaina knew that if she didn't get home within the next fifteen minutes she was going to be drenched. Not that she minded, she even slowed her pace, ignoring the fact that her mother would be beyond pissed when she returned home soaked. She loved the rain and she had a gut feeling that this was going to be one hell of a downpour.27

“Hey, Loni, you'd better hurry home.” She said and looked over to her short-haired friend. Loni hated any form of water and made it well known that taking showers disgusted her. Her and Loni walked home from school together everyday which made her grateful that her friend showered daily, but Loni avoided it when she could.28

“Don't want to walk with me or something?” Loni asked teasingly, she smiled making her cheeks dimple a little. Loni was unconventionally pretty with short cropped black hair and dark brown eyes set in an olive skinned face. Loni was the type that usually annoyed Elaina. The quiet one who you couldn't get to shut up, but her friend was oddly entertaining.29

“Well, as much as I'd like to see you looking like a wet cat, I think you might turn your claws on me.” Elaina replied petulantly, pulling her wavy brown hair back into a ponytail as she spoke. Loni rose an eyebrow above her glasses and looked around for something water related.30

“What are you talking about, it doesn't even look like it's going to rain, Lainey.” She asked, fearing the answer. The road they were on was wide and open, a little deserted, but safe. She could leave Elaina here without worrying. “You know what? I'm not taking any chances I'll call you later.”31

Elaina watched stoically as Loni hopped over a fence that ran parallel to the street she was on. She knew that over that fence was a small forest type of empty land and that plenty of homeless people made their home there, but they were all harmless and to Loni that was the shortest way home. Just a straight walk through the forest and there was her house. Elaina's house too, but she opted for the long way around because she sensed that presence again and she'd like some time alone with him. She'd come to recognize the warmth in the air for his appearance.32

“Miss Elaina, mind if I walk with you?”33

“Have I minded before?” Her reply was brisk as she reveled in his husky timber. She turned glowing green eyes on him, giving him the utmost attention, but he had no attention to give her. She knew his heart was elsewhere though he'd never admitted as much as that to her.34

“Not that I know of.” She looked up at him when he spoke. He didn't have the personality anyone would guess he would have.35

Today his hair was shorter than the last time she'd seen him and darker, it was black and only to the broad line of his jaw, but when he turned to look at her she realized the dark hair set off his eyes miraculously. They were icy blue, looking nearly white framed by ebony black eyelashes and light brown skin. He was tall and muscular, obviously wise, but he always acted like a hyperactive teenager.36

“So what is it today?” Elaina asked. In the few times she'd seen Katsu she'd learned he was an amazing psychic. He'd had to prove it to her at first by telling her things that were going to happen. Like her favorite shirt being ruined, her best friend falling ill with a cold and even that she'd soon be meeting someone who would be very important to her wellbeing. Her shirt had most definitely been ruined, but easily repaired. At first she figured it had to be coincidence, but then Ray, her best friend, called and said his brother had passed a cold around the family and he wouldn't be going to school that day. She guessed it could be witchcraft, like a spell or something. She wasn't very aware of how those things worked, but it was possible, she thought. It seemed less far fetched  than a psychic in her opinion, but what did she know? Plus, she'd yet to meet this supposedly important person and she was rather healthy. She didn't need someone for her wellbeing.37

“Soo...Have you seen the gypsies yet?” He asked, a wide smile on his face. His teeth were perfectly straight, a white contrast to his dark skin and the lighter tone of his full lips. Katsu was mysterious, which drove her crazy. He worked in a weird way. The very first time she'd seen him he'd had short blond hair and a short pale body and the next time his hair was long, very long. Nearly to his mid back and dark brown. He was tall that time, she guessed nearly seven feet. The only thing that'd never changed was his beautiful blue eyes. The shape was the same, as was the color, even though the face and body around them changed drastically.38

“No, not yet.” She replied, wondering what exactly this gypsy caravan had to do with anything. She hadn't realized she'd stopped walking, so she picked up the pace again. She was definitely going to get rained on. She looked away from him, Elaina knew just as she knew it was going to rain that he would follow her. “I'll go tomorrow, it'll still be on show right?”39

“We think they'll be leaving tomorrow at midnight and if you miss it you will be in grave danger.” He replied, putting on a very serious face and waggling his fingers at her ominously.40

“Is it really that important to see?” she chuckled lightly.41

“You'll be receiving messages from a friend of mine and she only writes in an old language. So yes it's extremely important.” He replied, very serious for once. If he wasn't always so freaking hot she would have tried to avoid him, he was too weird for her tastes. Does his friend write in an old gypsy language or something, is that why it's so important? How is that possible in this modern age?42

“Yes, she does.” he said randomly, drawing her glance back to him. “She was raised by gypsies for a while before I met her.”43

Damn all psychics, she thought. Then suddenly smiling widely at him thought, Or not... they're just too smart. I'm jealous. She lied of course, but she didn't want him to get angry. She'd realized that Katsu was greatly hotheaded though he managed to hide it around her most of the time. She didn't want to test how far she could wear his patience. 44

Sighing, she said, “Fine I'll go today. What am I supposed to do there anyway?”45

“Talk to gypsies of course.” Came his short reply.46

She turned to look at him, but her gaze met nothing. She whirled around to look for him, but he was definitely gone. Damn him!