Bloodlust (Part 8)
Title: Bloodlust
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth, some Franziska/Adrian
Theme: Romance, Horror, Comedy, Action
Warnings: Spoilers for PW 1 & 2, vampires and blood, gay lawyers, violence... part 4 has sex.
Summary: Vampire!Phoenix and Miles are now a steady couple, but they just can't seem to get out of the habit of keeping secrets. An evil force lurks in the background, Shoe makes a cameo, and people get drunk. Enjoy!
Sparks flew as steel met stone, blades flashing in the darkness. Phoenix couldn't help smiling grimly as he parried every single thrust, turning aside his sire's blade again and again. A few of his own strikes almost got past the elder vampire's guard as well, one coming close enough to puncture his cravat.
"What was that you said about being stronger than me?" Phoenix knew he sounded cocky and didn't care, adrenaline was surging though his body and he liked it. Despite von Karma's earlier taunts, Phoenix Wright was holding his own.
Unfortunately, at that moment von Karma's blade flashed up and out, slicing a clean line across Phoenix's forehead. The attorney tried to recover, bring his blade up to block the next thrust, but blood was dripping into his eyes. He let out a startled curse as pain bloomed through his right arm, which had been pierced at the elbow. It was all he could do not to drop his blade.
"Sloppy." He could hear the cold smile in von Karma's voice even if he couldn't see it. "Lesson one, Wright, this is not sport fencing. In the real world,there are no off-target areas, no judges and no rules. You win or you die."
Phoenix gritted his teeth as he shook the blood out of his eyes, knowing he was in trouble. His training at the fencing club had given him speed and taught him the proper moves and footwork... but the sword he was using now was more than twice the weight of a fencing foil and it was beginning to slow him down.
Still, Phoenix was used to fighting at a disadvantage. Gripping Kinslayer in a blood-slick hand, Phoenix lunged at his sire. Von Karma, however, seemed to be done playing with him. Before he could reach the German ex-prosecutor, the older man reached into his pocket and pulled out something that made Phoenix stumble back, covering his eyes.
A crucifix? But- But how can he- Phoenix couldn't see, the symbol was blinding him and it hurt like staring at the sun for too long. Von Karma, however didn't seem to be effected as he raised his blade... and almost casually ran Phoenix Wright through.
Phoenix gasped as the cold steel slid into his stomach like a hot knife into butter. Ithurt even more than the cross, which was still blinding him. It hurt more than the time he was stabbed in the alleyway, more than when he jumped off the parking garage, more than when he was stabbed in the leg. This was a horrible, bright flash of pain that blocked out everything else.
"Lesson two, Wright..." Von Karma hissed into his ear. "A strong enough vampire can even withstand the pain of touching a cross... but a half-strved pup like you can't even look at one."
Phoenix could only gasp and choke in reply, his throat was too full of blood for him to speak. He tried to move his legs but they wouldn't work. He couldn't feel his legs,Why can't I feel my legs?
Von Karma let go of the sword and Phoenix fell to the ground, his body screaming in pain. Von Karma stood over him, put a foot on his chest and dragged the blade out of Phoenix's abdomen, and this time Phoenix couldn't help but scream at the top of his lungs.
"No... God, no, Nick-" Larry was whimpering, his face dead white as he watched his best friend writhing on the bloodstained ground less than two yards away.
"God?" Von Karma laughed mirthlessly. "God has nothing to do with this."
"Wha-" Phoenix gasped, "What are you going to do with us?"
"Nothing, yet. One crucial player has yet to arrive."
Miles! Phoenix struggled, trying to rise, but his legs wouldn't obey him.
"Don't bother, Wright. I severed your spine. You will be unable to move until you get enough blood for your body to force a regeneration, so just sit back like a good boy..." He turned to face the woods with a smile. "While I take care of you, Miles Edgeworth."
No... Miles stepped into the clearing, his blade already drawn, his eyebrows knit in worry as he surveyed the scene. When his steel-grey eyes fell on Phoenix, they went wide with horror, then narrowed in a determination Phoenix knew all too well.
"Miles, run!" He yelled.
"Not a chance, Wright." His eyes were on von Karma, now, colder than Phoenix had ever seen them, even in court.
That stubborn- Why won't he run?! Phoenix hauled himself up onto his elbows, but could get no farther, his lower body completely unresponsive. Without blood, his body couldn't reconstruct itself. Without blood, Phoenix could do nothing but watch.
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Miles wanted to vomit when he saw Phoenix lying there like a broken doll on the leafy ground. His body was so covered in blood Miles couldn't even see the original color of his shirt anymore. At least Butz didn't seem to be hurt... only traumatized. For now.
And there was von Karma. The man who'd done this to them, his oldest friends. The man who'd killed Miles's father and his dream and almost Miles himself. The source of his nightmares.
Miles was barely thinking as he charged, blade leading. Nothing was in his mind except righteous anger and the burning desire to be free if it was the last thing he ever did.
Blade met blade and the dance began, their feet rustling in the fallen leaves. Miles moved like a snake, he knew von Karma's style like the back of his hand, but the same could be said for von Karma. As their blades clashed, everything was even... Speed, style, skill and cunning. But one thing was different from their last fight, when miles had been fighting to survive.
Now, he'd had enough. He was fighting to kill.
Thrust, beat, thrust, parry, repost, lun- damn! Von Karma had spun to the side, kicked Miles in the hip so he went down on one knee. Miles tried to rise and stumbled, cursing, as his body protested. All that running, jumping, fighting, and carrying Franziska... only a few hours after a first sexual experience that could only be described as rough... was it any wonder he'd reached his limit?
Miles threw himself to the side as von Karma tried to skewer him, then fought to rise to his feet, but his knees were weak and he could barely stand without shaking. Von Karma grinned triumphantly as he charged at Miles, his blade raised for the blow that would end it all.
He should know better than to celebrate just yet... Miles thought as he made an exaggerated stumble backwards. Von Karma followed, eager for the kill, his momentum carrying him forward-
As Miles fell to one knee, bringing up Kugelschreiber with all his strength and letting the momentum of von Karma's charge bring the point driving straight into the vampire's heart!
Miles felt his whole body shudder with the impact, his spine shuddering as the blade drove into the chest of his mentor, the man who had raised him and taught him, the man who had killed his father and haunted his nightmares for sixteen years. His eyes flashed with triumph as he drove the blade home...
And then widened in shock as Kugelshreiber's blade quivered, then shattered into a thousand pieces in is hands.
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth, some Franziska/Adrian
Theme: Romance, Horror, Comedy, Action
Warnings: Spoilers for PW 1 & 2, vampires and blood, gay lawyers, violence... part 4 has sex.
Summary: Vampire!Phoenix and Miles are now a steady couple, but they just can't seem to get out of the habit of keeping secrets. An evil force lurks in the background, Shoe makes a cameo, and people get drunk. Enjoy!
Sparks flew as steel met stone, blades flashing in the darkness. Phoenix couldn't help smiling grimly as he parried every single thrust, turning aside his sire's blade again and again. A few of his own strikes almost got past the elder vampire's guard as well, one coming close enough to puncture his cravat.
"What was that you said about being stronger than me?" Phoenix knew he sounded cocky and didn't care, adrenaline was surging though his body and he liked it. Despite von Karma's earlier taunts, Phoenix Wright was holding his own.
Unfortunately, at that moment von Karma's blade flashed up and out, slicing a clean line across Phoenix's forehead. The attorney tried to recover, bring his blade up to block the next thrust, but blood was dripping into his eyes. He let out a startled curse as pain bloomed through his right arm, which had been pierced at the elbow. It was all he could do not to drop his blade.
"Sloppy." He could hear the cold smile in von Karma's voice even if he couldn't see it. "Lesson one, Wright, this is not sport fencing. In the real world,there are no off-target areas, no judges and no rules. You win or you die."
Phoenix gritted his teeth as he shook the blood out of his eyes, knowing he was in trouble. His training at the fencing club had given him speed and taught him the proper moves and footwork... but the sword he was using now was more than twice the weight of a fencing foil and it was beginning to slow him down.
Still, Phoenix was used to fighting at a disadvantage. Gripping Kinslayer in a blood-slick hand, Phoenix lunged at his sire. Von Karma, however, seemed to be done playing with him. Before he could reach the German ex-prosecutor, the older man reached into his pocket and pulled out something that made Phoenix stumble back, covering his eyes.
A crucifix? But- But how can he- Phoenix couldn't see, the symbol was blinding him and it hurt like staring at the sun for too long. Von Karma, however didn't seem to be effected as he raised his blade... and almost casually ran Phoenix Wright through.
Phoenix gasped as the cold steel slid into his stomach like a hot knife into butter. Ithurt even more than the cross, which was still blinding him. It hurt more than the time he was stabbed in the alleyway, more than when he jumped off the parking garage, more than when he was stabbed in the leg. This was a horrible, bright flash of pain that blocked out everything else.
"Lesson two, Wright..." Von Karma hissed into his ear. "A strong enough vampire can even withstand the pain of touching a cross... but a half-strved pup like you can't even look at one."
Phoenix could only gasp and choke in reply, his throat was too full of blood for him to speak. He tried to move his legs but they wouldn't work. He couldn't feel his legs,Why can't I feel my legs?
Von Karma let go of the sword and Phoenix fell to the ground, his body screaming in pain. Von Karma stood over him, put a foot on his chest and dragged the blade out of Phoenix's abdomen, and this time Phoenix couldn't help but scream at the top of his lungs.
"No... God, no, Nick-" Larry was whimpering, his face dead white as he watched his best friend writhing on the bloodstained ground less than two yards away.
"God?" Von Karma laughed mirthlessly. "God has nothing to do with this."
"Wha-" Phoenix gasped, "What are you going to do with us?"
"Nothing, yet. One crucial player has yet to arrive."
Miles! Phoenix struggled, trying to rise, but his legs wouldn't obey him.
"Don't bother, Wright. I severed your spine. You will be unable to move until you get enough blood for your body to force a regeneration, so just sit back like a good boy..." He turned to face the woods with a smile. "While I take care of you, Miles Edgeworth."
No... Miles stepped into the clearing, his blade already drawn, his eyebrows knit in worry as he surveyed the scene. When his steel-grey eyes fell on Phoenix, they went wide with horror, then narrowed in a determination Phoenix knew all too well.
"Miles, run!" He yelled.
"Not a chance, Wright." His eyes were on von Karma, now, colder than Phoenix had ever seen them, even in court.
That stubborn- Why won't he run?! Phoenix hauled himself up onto his elbows, but could get no farther, his lower body completely unresponsive. Without blood, his body couldn't reconstruct itself. Without blood, Phoenix could do nothing but watch.
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Miles wanted to vomit when he saw Phoenix lying there like a broken doll on the leafy ground. His body was so covered in blood Miles couldn't even see the original color of his shirt anymore. At least Butz didn't seem to be hurt... only traumatized. For now.
And there was von Karma. The man who'd done this to them, his oldest friends. The man who'd killed Miles's father and his dream and almost Miles himself. The source of his nightmares.
Miles was barely thinking as he charged, blade leading. Nothing was in his mind except righteous anger and the burning desire to be free if it was the last thing he ever did.
Blade met blade and the dance began, their feet rustling in the fallen leaves. Miles moved like a snake, he knew von Karma's style like the back of his hand, but the same could be said for von Karma. As their blades clashed, everything was even... Speed, style, skill and cunning. But one thing was different from their last fight, when miles had been fighting to survive.
Now, he'd had enough. He was fighting to kill.
Thrust, beat, thrust, parry, repost, lun- damn! Von Karma had spun to the side, kicked Miles in the hip so he went down on one knee. Miles tried to rise and stumbled, cursing, as his body protested. All that running, jumping, fighting, and carrying Franziska... only a few hours after a first sexual experience that could only be described as rough... was it any wonder he'd reached his limit?
Miles threw himself to the side as von Karma tried to skewer him, then fought to rise to his feet, but his knees were weak and he could barely stand without shaking. Von Karma grinned triumphantly as he charged at Miles, his blade raised for the blow that would end it all.
He should know better than to celebrate just yet... Miles thought as he made an exaggerated stumble backwards. Von Karma followed, eager for the kill, his momentum carrying him forward-
As Miles fell to one knee, bringing up Kugelschreiber with all his strength and letting the momentum of von Karma's charge bring the point driving straight into the vampire's heart!
Miles felt his whole body shudder with the impact, his spine shuddering as the blade drove into the chest of his mentor, the man who had raised him and taught him, the man who had killed his father and haunted his nightmares for sixteen years. His eyes flashed with triumph as he drove the blade home...
And then widened in shock as Kugelshreiber's blade quivered, then shattered into a thousand pieces in is hands.