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A Turk Vampire Ch 5
Rufus Shinra glanced out the window of the Shinra Mansion. It had been three years since the destruction of the company's main headquarters. Now, in its place, were the ruins of Midgar. Rebuilding the company was harder with fewer members than before Meteor. As for now, he spent his time at home, since nothing more could be accomplished.
However, this was the furthest thing from his mind. What was more important to him at this point was the result of the Turks' mission. From the filed reports, there had been a casualty – one of the Turks had gone "missing", as the file stated. Rufus was rather suspicious of that one word: Tseng never used the term "missing" in any of the Turks' reports. Something seemed amiss.
Sure, the Turks had failed in their mission; it was evident in Tseng's face the day they'd returned one member short. Reno was not with them, though he had been when they'd started. None of it seemed too unusual. And speaking of the redhead, there were rumors being spre
A Turk Vampire Ch. 4Vincent closed the phone, shutting his eyes. Tseng's description of the vampire he was to track down resembled one of the Turks' own: red spiky hair with a ponytail, twin scars on his face- the vampire must've been the sore thumb, my-way-or-the-highway attitude, would-rather-go-solo-(if that was optional on any missions, though it never was)-member and rebel of the group. Also rather crazy with certain things, yet he was never seen without a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
He headed down to the ruins to begin his search. The sunset in the distance signaled the start of any vampire's appearance. Even two seconds after the sun was gone, the vampires would start coming out for fresh blood. Vincent knew he had to be as careful as always, or he'd end up like them. Since the previous fight with the vampires, he didn't get away without a scratch. A healing scar resided hidden under his right sleeve, a constant reminder that one careless mistake could cost him.
The low h
Redemtion Song-FicRedemption of a Turk
*Your form which returns gently to heaven
*What else can I do, besides avenge you?
Reno curses, cradling the girl in his arms. Her fallen form against his . . . the rain sprinkles over her pale skin, her eyes closed forever . . . No. . . . He shakes his head . . . she couldnt be . . . it isnt possible . . .
*I watched it for the longest time, until my tears dried up
The redheads tears match the raindrops on his face . . . green light from the Lifestream splinters into many specks and fragments, floating from reach . . . pain and grief darken across his face as she simply fades away . . .
*And the sorrow overflowing from the scar which can't be erased
*I swore that I would never forget it
. . . Desiré . . . he murmurs, his cracked voice calling her name, only to echo through the rain. . . . What have I done . . .?
*I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see
*Until the last bel
A Turk Vampire Ch 3Shutting his eyes, the redhead winced. "Goddamn it, that hurts," he growled defensively. "Can't ya be any gentler?"
"I'm being as gentle as I can." The vampress flashed him a menacing glare. "Or would you've rather been left for the Turks?" He gulped glancing at the floor. "If I hadn't gotten you out of there, they would've killed you." She tugged on his blazer. Take it off, Reno.
Why bother, he asked drowsily as she poked his side lightly. Reluctantly, he slid off the blazer, along with his shirt. The red-haired vampire had been out for twenty minutes before the vampress had gotten to their stay for the night, a run-down hotel with covered windows. It looked more like a basement than a hotel. Now a thunderstorm was brewing overhead.
"Because you've been hurt. Lie down," she ordered. The redhead scowled stubbornly crossing his arms. "Now." The vampress forcefully shoved him on the bed stomach-first.
"The last bruise I had healed on its own."
Veronica shook her head. "Thes
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