Angst - Killerinstinkt (fürs Team)
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120_minutenTeam: D.A.V.E.
Challenge: Angst -- Killerinstinkt (fürs Team)
Fandom: One Piece
Charaktere: Sanji, Zoro, Vinsmoke Judge
Wörter: 740
A/N: Mehr Vampir AU, heute mit Capital V-Vampiren. Kann Angst implied sein? Vielleicht.
"You're not bleeding, for a change!" Sanji smiled in lieu of a greeting.
The werewolf's answering smirk was all teeth. "Night's still young."
"Oh, you looking for a fight, mutt?"
Sanji could feel the werewolf's gaze drift down to his fangs at these words and smiled a bit wider. When Zoro looked back up again, straight at Sanji, his usually steel-grey eyes were flashing gold like his wolf's and Sanji couldn't help a shiver at the reminder that he no longer was the only apex-predator in the room.
"Let's start with a beer."
"Bar's still closed."
"Yet you're behind the counter."
Sanji smacked his dish towel at the werewolf. "It's called working. In a job. You might want to try that one of these days."
"Yeah, as soon as staking vamp--" Zoro froze mid-word and the immediate shift from relaxed banter to high alert was almost impressive. Sanji would have laughed at the way he actually raised his upper lip like a snarling dog, but then he heard the soft murmur and felt an icy hand reaching into his chest.
He hadn't taken a breath in decades and now he thought he might suffocate. "No, he can't be..."
"Cook?" Zoro's voice was urgent and worried and barely audible over the ringing in Sanji's ears.
"So this is where you've been hiding." The voice cut through the ringing like a knife through butter. "Pathetic." There was not even contempt in his voice, just a slight hint of disgust as though Sanji's life was a bit mouldy at the edges. Yet, Sanji sunk to one knee like a good little servant as Judge's imposing figure strode into the hall.
"My lord."
"The fuck?" Sanji thought that he might have laughed at Zoro's utterly disgusted tone, in another life.
Judge's eyes lazily travelled to the werewolf on the bar stool. Zoro didn't even flinch, but the green-haired idiot had never seemed to possess a self-preservation instinct.
"Oh, you've got yourself a tame dog? Unconventional."
With a resounding growl Zoro threw himself forward like a madman, but it was a large, shaggy wolf that landed nimbly between the dinner tables. Judge didn't flinch. He just raised one hand and waved it apathetically in the air. "Deal with that, failure, so we can talk."
The icy hand in Sanji's chest found his unbeating heart and squeezed. And then everything went black.
Black. And Red. So much Red. Black again. Red. Gold. Black.
Gold.
...
Steel-grey.
"Snap the fuck out of it, cook!"
Something heavy slammed into Sanji's face and an inhuman screech pierced through the roaring in his head that he belatedly recognized as his own scream of pain. Another hit.
Black again.
Bones snapped.
Red.
Blood pulsing through veins. Warm. Alive. He followed the sound, the pulsing of a heart, the taste of iron on his lips. He needed more, more, he needed to taste, to feed, to kill.
There was something cold in his back, and something warm in front of him.
Steel-grey.
"Sanji!"
He thought he might know that name. Or that voice. And then there was the other voice again, murmuring and roaring, all-consuming and survival instincts kicked back in.
Red. Red. Red.
His head was smashed into the cold wall, again and again and again. There was a hand in his hair and glass in his mouth and grey eyes in front of him.
"Sanji, I know you're in there!"
He still didn't remember that name, so he laughed. "Stupid mutt."
"Yes! Listen to me! Listen to my voice!"
Grey eyes, a blood-smeared face. Green hair. He laughed, because this was funny, probably. There was a ringing in his head and the thumbing of a heart beat. Too fast, too close, too ...
"Zo- Zoro?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Run!"
Black again.
He could smell the wolf, the adrenaline and the sweet, sweet blood. He could hear his heart beat and the heavy fall of his paws on the polished wood. He could feel the cold air on his face and the wind in his hair as he took up the chase.
Sanji threw back his head and cackled in delight. Oh, how he'd missed a good hunt. His fangs extended, the voice of his sire in his head, lightning in his veins, one goal in mind. And nothing he could do about any of that.
Challenge: Angst -- Killerinstinkt (fürs Team)
Fandom: One Piece
Charaktere: Sanji, Zoro, Vinsmoke Judge
Wörter: 740
A/N: Mehr Vampir AU, heute mit Capital V-Vampiren. Kann Angst implied sein? Vielleicht.
"You're not bleeding, for a change!" Sanji smiled in lieu of a greeting.
The werewolf's answering smirk was all teeth. "Night's still young."
"Oh, you looking for a fight, mutt?"
Sanji could feel the werewolf's gaze drift down to his fangs at these words and smiled a bit wider. When Zoro looked back up again, straight at Sanji, his usually steel-grey eyes were flashing gold like his wolf's and Sanji couldn't help a shiver at the reminder that he no longer was the only apex-predator in the room.
"Let's start with a beer."
"Bar's still closed."
"Yet you're behind the counter."
Sanji smacked his dish towel at the werewolf. "It's called working. In a job. You might want to try that one of these days."
"Yeah, as soon as staking vamp--" Zoro froze mid-word and the immediate shift from relaxed banter to high alert was almost impressive. Sanji would have laughed at the way he actually raised his upper lip like a snarling dog, but then he heard the soft murmur and felt an icy hand reaching into his chest.
He hadn't taken a breath in decades and now he thought he might suffocate. "No, he can't be..."
"Cook?" Zoro's voice was urgent and worried and barely audible over the ringing in Sanji's ears.
"So this is where you've been hiding." The voice cut through the ringing like a knife through butter. "Pathetic." There was not even contempt in his voice, just a slight hint of disgust as though Sanji's life was a bit mouldy at the edges. Yet, Sanji sunk to one knee like a good little servant as Judge's imposing figure strode into the hall.
"My lord."
"The fuck?" Sanji thought that he might have laughed at Zoro's utterly disgusted tone, in another life.
Judge's eyes lazily travelled to the werewolf on the bar stool. Zoro didn't even flinch, but the green-haired idiot had never seemed to possess a self-preservation instinct.
"Oh, you've got yourself a tame dog? Unconventional."
With a resounding growl Zoro threw himself forward like a madman, but it was a large, shaggy wolf that landed nimbly between the dinner tables. Judge didn't flinch. He just raised one hand and waved it apathetically in the air. "Deal with that, failure, so we can talk."
The icy hand in Sanji's chest found his unbeating heart and squeezed. And then everything went black.
Black. And Red. So much Red. Black again. Red. Gold. Black.
Gold.
...
Steel-grey.
"Snap the fuck out of it, cook!"
Something heavy slammed into Sanji's face and an inhuman screech pierced through the roaring in his head that he belatedly recognized as his own scream of pain. Another hit.
Black again.
Bones snapped.
Red.
Blood pulsing through veins. Warm. Alive. He followed the sound, the pulsing of a heart, the taste of iron on his lips. He needed more, more, he needed to taste, to feed, to kill.
There was something cold in his back, and something warm in front of him.
Steel-grey.
"Sanji!"
He thought he might know that name. Or that voice. And then there was the other voice again, murmuring and roaring, all-consuming and survival instincts kicked back in.
Red. Red. Red.
His head was smashed into the cold wall, again and again and again. There was a hand in his hair and glass in his mouth and grey eyes in front of him.
"Sanji, I know you're in there!"
He still didn't remember that name, so he laughed. "Stupid mutt."
"Yes! Listen to me! Listen to my voice!"
Grey eyes, a blood-smeared face. Green hair. He laughed, because this was funny, probably. There was a ringing in his head and the thumbing of a heart beat. Too fast, too close, too ...
"Zo- Zoro?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Run!"
Black again.
He could smell the wolf, the adrenaline and the sweet, sweet blood. He could hear his heart beat and the heavy fall of his paws on the polished wood. He could feel the cold air on his face and the wind in his hair as he took up the chase.
Sanji threw back his head and cackled in delight. Oh, how he'd missed a good hunt. His fangs extended, the voice of his sire in his head, lightning in his veins, one goal in mind. And nothing he could do about any of that.
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Date: 2023-09-26 06:00 am (UTC)Wo ist die Angst, fragst du dich?? Wo ist die Angst?? Die ist jetzt in mir! Ey, ich hätte das in einer anderen Reihenfolge lesen sollen...
Aber es war visuell sehr beeindruckend und ich feiere diesen Satz: "as though Sanji's life was a bit mouldy at the edges" sehr. Und evtl wurde mir Zoro gerade zehnmal sympathischer.
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Date: 2023-09-26 10:23 am (UTC)Oh Gott, danke, ich wollte so viel und konnte so wenig (und hab noch ca. 300 Wörter Kmpf aus Zoros Sicht), ich bin froh wenn ein bisschen was funktioniert. Danke. :)