shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-07 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, crossover: baccano!/black blood brothers, pairing: chane/zelman |
Baccano!/Black Blood Brothers
Title: An Unexpected Visitor
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: Baccano!/Black Blood Brothers
Pairing/characters: Chane, Zelman Clock
Rating: PG13/R
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Zelman Clock/Chane, captivity scenario (kidnapping, prison guard/inmate, etc)
He had eyes the color of blood.
There things--things Chane might think about, the color of blood and other men who wore it set against the skin, but he smelled like blood too, and fire, and she kept her hands on her knife and kept her eyes trained on the top bunk.
After a moment of that, cold silence, he gave a low throaty laugh. “I’m looking for someone.” He drawled, and she presented him only with her profile, not even glancing his way.
They aren’t here, she might have said, but it was starkly obvious to anyone with eyes. Only Chane, and she didn’t know him, didn’t know anyone who bent iron bars like clay.
“Maybe,” he said casually, “you’ve seen him.”
The knife had been easy to retain. Guards were sloppy and she was quiet and submissive, flinching away from touch and obeying every command.
They were quick to dismiss her, and she was eager to be dismissed. She’d almost kept two, but it had been too much of a risk. She hadn’t liked the odds.
If he put a hand on her, he’d hurt.
There was a certain agreeable and absolute simplicity, she’d discovered, in not allowing yourself to doubt. If there was only way you wanted the world to be, there was only one way you would allow the world to be.
She’d learned that, too, from a man who wore blood like high fashion.
A cold, slender hand wrapped around her arm, with such an absolute steelly strength—he pulled her up with no effort at all, dangling from his grip—that, as his mouth opened over sharp, sharp white teeth and he leaned down, she was surprised the knife went in so easy.
He recoiled with a sibilant hiss and she leapt, twisted in his grip and vaulted smoothly over his back. Her feet struck the ground, bare and cold, and the stone rasped on her soles. His eyes shone like hellfire in the gloom.
“Not a snack, then?” He asked, and then laughed, the sound bright and cruel. “That’s not a very kind reaction.” He wasn’t bleeding anymore, skin pale and immaculate. Chane chewed on her lip, staring at him, and adjusted her stance.
Somewhere deep in the building, an alarm began to scream accusingly, and both of their heads turned. She whipped immediately back, but he kept looking out the cell with a slow, casual smile.
“I don’t have time to play with you.” He deduced in a tone of regret, and then gave her a slow, sly smile. His eyes shone like an animal’s in the gloom. “Pretty girl, what a shame.”
And then he was gone, and the bars gaped invitingly open. The world is the way you want it, she thought fiercely, and followed into the open space.