Bloodlust (Part 10)
The next part of Bloodlust! Here there be angst, annnnnnnnnnnngst!
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... and 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!
Perfection. His plan was absolute perfection from beginning to end, and the vampire knew it. The goal was simple: get both Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth to serve him, as vampires, without enthralling them. After all, he didn't wnt to lose the greatest resource those two had to offer. Namely, those brilliant minds that had managed to defeat him both inside and outside of court. With Miles Edgeworth's calculated cunning and Phoenix Wright's maverick genius, the pair made a perfect matched set. And, like any good matched set, they always came together. Whenever he tried to go after one, the other would always somehow thwart his plans. They were apparently inseparable.
That was their greatest advantage... and their greatest weakness. A little research in one of the less-savory bastions of vampire lore had given von Karma the perfect opportunity to make use of their connection. Once they were under his sway, of course, he would put an end to this disgusting relationship of theirs but until then... who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Before he could lay his trap, he'd needed precautions, of course. He had withdrawn enough money from his bank account to commission a skilled jeweler. The order was elaborate and had taken a long time to finish- two diamond-studded metal plates, one for his chest and one for his back, to shield his heart from even a hunter's enchanted blade. However, after completing the project, the jeweler, his apprentices, security personnel and a few unfortunate customers had the honor of being both his meal and his bait for the ultimate trap.
Nothing could go wrong. He was immune to crosses, to holy water, to swords... the power was intoxicating in a way he had never felt before as blood and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He was perfect, the ultimate being, the insurmountable predator. Soon they would follow him, two servants worthy of his majesty. Miles would be drained and turned, with no magatama to interfere. And as for Wright... there were a few ways for an ensouled vampire to lose his soul. Enthrallment was obviously not going to work for his purposes, but a soul held so tenously in place would still be easy to shift. A strong enough push, a great enough act of evil... Say, the murder of a friend, committed willingly...
Von Karma smiled even as the blood flowed past his lips, tasting of sweet victory and sweeter revenge. Even as his teeth were fixed in Miles Edgeworth's throat, his eyes were fixed on Wright. Fixed with hungry anticipation as the lawyer hauled himself across the blood-slick ground towards the bound figure of that idiot, Butz.
"Hey, man..." That annoying voice sounded much better when he was stuttering in terror. "W-what are you... N-Nick, no!"
He smiled coldly as he pried his fangs from Edgeworth's neck. After all, a corpse couldn't become a vampire, so it wouldn't do if he died before he drank von Karma's blood. The body in his arms was mostly limp, twitching ever so slightly as the vampire shifted his grip, his soft moans of pain choked by the blood in his throat. Von Karma reached up and bit down on the palm of his hand, clenching his jaws until blood began running down his wrist. Without further ado, he clapped the bloody hand over Edgeworth's mouth so that the man would have to drink or choke.
Game, set and match. He thought as he heard a strangled cry that was obviously the idiot. Looking up in triumph, hand still clasped over his victim's face, the vampire turned to face his scion's bloody rebirth.
Instead, that idiot was on his feet, the ropes ripped from his body and lying on the ground in tatters. When he saw the vampire looking at him, the idiot turned and bolted like a rabbit into the woods.
Cursing, von Karma turned to follow, and stumbled as something crashed into his legs.
Wright! While von Karma had been distracted, the porcupine-headed bastard had rolled himself right into the elder vampire's ankles, knocking him off balance. With a cry, von Karma stumbled, trying to catch himself as the defense attorney wrapped his arms around one of his sire's legs and yanked.
Cursing in perfectly accented German, von Karma kicked out, smirking coldly as he felt his foot connect with Phoenix's face. The grip on his ankle loosened, One more kick should do it, but he had reckoned without Miles Edgeworth.
In his haste to steady himself, von Karma had released his hold on Miles's sword arm. With the last vestiges of his strength, the prosecutor plunged the broken hilt of the blade into von Karma's thigh. With a surprised cry, they tumbled to the ground in a mass of flailing limbs.
But it doesn't matter, von Karma thought grimly as he fought to free himself. No matter what these two fools do, I will have what I want. Nothing can stop me! I am invinci-
Thwunk! Von Karma didn't even have time to finish the thought before his unlife was extinguished. The last thing he ever saw was the point of a chopstick heading straight for his eye.
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For a moment, the weight pressing down on Miles's body was gone in a shower of dust. He had just enough time to take a gasp of air before another body fell hard on top of him, driving the rest of the air from his lungs.
"Miles! Miles, are you all right?" Phoenix's voice.
Miles blinked, willing his eyes to focus. The vampire was leaning over him, supported on his elbows, his worried blue eyes inches from Miles's own. Miles sighed with relief, bringing up his hand to brush Phoenix's cheek.
"Yes..." He blinked, his vision fuzzy. Had his glasses gotten knocked off in the struggle? "Sorry..."
"For what, Miles?" Why did Phoenix look so worried?
"Blood... I got blood on your face..." He trailed his fingers down the other man's jaw, leaving crimson streaks on his tanned skin. That's odd... The blood looks so pretty... Why am I... so... cold?
His eyelids fluttered as Phoenix grabbed one of his shoulders, shaking him lightly, then more firmly.
"Miles? Miles!" He didn't need to shout. The idiot was always shouting.
"Stay with me!" He was just going to sleep for a little while... Why was there water dripping on his face?
Am I dying? Probably. It made sense.
Relieved... he should have been relieved to finally get some rest, after all he'd been through. The end of pain, the end of suffering... He should have been at peace. But all he could feel was an overwhelming regret. After all those years of pain and guilt and nightmares, he'd actually managed to find some happiness. Truth, justice, his friends... and Phoenix... just when he'd found them, he'd have to leave them behind again.
"Nick..." The last of his breath, he had to make it count. "I'm... so..."
His hand dropped to his side as his world went dark. The last thing he saw was a pair of blue eyes, shining with tears amidst the darkness.
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... and 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!
Perfection. His plan was absolute perfection from beginning to end, and the vampire knew it. The goal was simple: get both Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth to serve him, as vampires, without enthralling them. After all, he didn't wnt to lose the greatest resource those two had to offer. Namely, those brilliant minds that had managed to defeat him both inside and outside of court. With Miles Edgeworth's calculated cunning and Phoenix Wright's maverick genius, the pair made a perfect matched set. And, like any good matched set, they always came together. Whenever he tried to go after one, the other would always somehow thwart his plans. They were apparently inseparable.
That was their greatest advantage... and their greatest weakness. A little research in one of the less-savory bastions of vampire lore had given von Karma the perfect opportunity to make use of their connection. Once they were under his sway, of course, he would put an end to this disgusting relationship of theirs but until then... who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Before he could lay his trap, he'd needed precautions, of course. He had withdrawn enough money from his bank account to commission a skilled jeweler. The order was elaborate and had taken a long time to finish- two diamond-studded metal plates, one for his chest and one for his back, to shield his heart from even a hunter's enchanted blade. However, after completing the project, the jeweler, his apprentices, security personnel and a few unfortunate customers had the honor of being both his meal and his bait for the ultimate trap.
Nothing could go wrong. He was immune to crosses, to holy water, to swords... the power was intoxicating in a way he had never felt before as blood and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He was perfect, the ultimate being, the insurmountable predator. Soon they would follow him, two servants worthy of his majesty. Miles would be drained and turned, with no magatama to interfere. And as for Wright... there were a few ways for an ensouled vampire to lose his soul. Enthrallment was obviously not going to work for his purposes, but a soul held so tenously in place would still be easy to shift. A strong enough push, a great enough act of evil... Say, the murder of a friend, committed willingly...
Von Karma smiled even as the blood flowed past his lips, tasting of sweet victory and sweeter revenge. Even as his teeth were fixed in Miles Edgeworth's throat, his eyes were fixed on Wright. Fixed with hungry anticipation as the lawyer hauled himself across the blood-slick ground towards the bound figure of that idiot, Butz.
"Hey, man..." That annoying voice sounded much better when he was stuttering in terror. "W-what are you... N-Nick, no!"
He smiled coldly as he pried his fangs from Edgeworth's neck. After all, a corpse couldn't become a vampire, so it wouldn't do if he died before he drank von Karma's blood. The body in his arms was mostly limp, twitching ever so slightly as the vampire shifted his grip, his soft moans of pain choked by the blood in his throat. Von Karma reached up and bit down on the palm of his hand, clenching his jaws until blood began running down his wrist. Without further ado, he clapped the bloody hand over Edgeworth's mouth so that the man would have to drink or choke.
Game, set and match. He thought as he heard a strangled cry that was obviously the idiot. Looking up in triumph, hand still clasped over his victim's face, the vampire turned to face his scion's bloody rebirth.
Instead, that idiot was on his feet, the ropes ripped from his body and lying on the ground in tatters. When he saw the vampire looking at him, the idiot turned and bolted like a rabbit into the woods.
Cursing, von Karma turned to follow, and stumbled as something crashed into his legs.
Wright! While von Karma had been distracted, the porcupine-headed bastard had rolled himself right into the elder vampire's ankles, knocking him off balance. With a cry, von Karma stumbled, trying to catch himself as the defense attorney wrapped his arms around one of his sire's legs and yanked.
Cursing in perfectly accented German, von Karma kicked out, smirking coldly as he felt his foot connect with Phoenix's face. The grip on his ankle loosened, One more kick should do it, but he had reckoned without Miles Edgeworth.
In his haste to steady himself, von Karma had released his hold on Miles's sword arm. With the last vestiges of his strength, the prosecutor plunged the broken hilt of the blade into von Karma's thigh. With a surprised cry, they tumbled to the ground in a mass of flailing limbs.
But it doesn't matter, von Karma thought grimly as he fought to free himself. No matter what these two fools do, I will have what I want. Nothing can stop me! I am invinci-
Thwunk! Von Karma didn't even have time to finish the thought before his unlife was extinguished. The last thing he ever saw was the point of a chopstick heading straight for his eye.
-----
For a moment, the weight pressing down on Miles's body was gone in a shower of dust. He had just enough time to take a gasp of air before another body fell hard on top of him, driving the rest of the air from his lungs.
"Miles! Miles, are you all right?" Phoenix's voice.
Miles blinked, willing his eyes to focus. The vampire was leaning over him, supported on his elbows, his worried blue eyes inches from Miles's own. Miles sighed with relief, bringing up his hand to brush Phoenix's cheek.
"Yes..." He blinked, his vision fuzzy. Had his glasses gotten knocked off in the struggle? "Sorry..."
"For what, Miles?" Why did Phoenix look so worried?
"Blood... I got blood on your face..." He trailed his fingers down the other man's jaw, leaving crimson streaks on his tanned skin. That's odd... The blood looks so pretty... Why am I... so... cold?
His eyelids fluttered as Phoenix grabbed one of his shoulders, shaking him lightly, then more firmly.
"Miles? Miles!" He didn't need to shout. The idiot was always shouting.
"Stay with me!" He was just going to sleep for a little while... Why was there water dripping on his face?
Am I dying? Probably. It made sense.
Relieved... he should have been relieved to finally get some rest, after all he'd been through. The end of pain, the end of suffering... He should have been at peace. But all he could feel was an overwhelming regret. After all those years of pain and guilt and nightmares, he'd actually managed to find some happiness. Truth, justice, his friends... and Phoenix... just when he'd found them, he'd have to leave them behind again.
"Nick..." The last of his breath, he had to make it count. "I'm... so..."
His hand dropped to his side as his world went dark. The last thing he saw was a pair of blue eyes, shining with tears amidst the darkness.