Food is such a broad topic…

Title: Hunting
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #14, Food
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, Shonen-ai, character death, vampirism and possible use of zombies, cannibalism

Normal humans do not walk the streets of Indigo Plateau at night. Ever since that strange plague spread, infecting first the Elite Four, then swiftly the gym leaders, it’s no longer safe.

Those who were once the most revered of the Kanto Region, have now become the most feared and despised…

Because no one is sure what they have become.

Nora hurries down the streets, cursing her boyfriend. If she hadn’t slapped him so hard, he probably wouldn’t have kicked her out of his apartment. How can he be so heartless?

She sees a shadow behind her, and gasps, but it’s just a boy with messy black hair, clutching a teddy bear.

Aww… well, she always had a soft spot for kids. She walks up to him.

“Are you all right?”

He doesn’t look up. “I’m lost…”

“Who are you looking for?”

“Mommy.” He sniffles, and she reaches in her purse for a packet of Kleenex. She kneels down to hand it to him, and then she sees his glowing red eyes.

He smirks, flashing sharp fangs, and then her world goes dark.

“It’s really amazing how often that ploy works.” Lance materializes from the shadows, cloak undulating behind him.

Red nods at Hakuryuu, who has the woman tied up. “Do you think she’ll be enough for all of us?”

“Hopefully the others will have caught something too. We don’t need to drink that much…”

“But since we’re all hungry, she’ll die, right?”

“Probably.” Lance and Red climb onto Dragonair’s back, and fly through the smoggy air for a few minutes until they reach their meeting place. It’s a rather nice abandoned cathedral not far from the heart of the city.

The rest are already waiting, and considering the other bodies scattered over the place, tonight was a fruitful night.

Lance purrs as he and Red efficiently separate the woman’s body in parts, watching as the others gather around, excited. They’re really just in it for the blood, but some of the others like the taste of human flesh, so just in case…

Oh, they know they’re not human anymore, but does it matter?

Red snuggles into Lance’s embrace as he licks blood from his fingers, a smile on his face.

“Feeling better now?” Lance asks.

Red pouts, frowning for a moment. “I’m too good at playing bait.”

“Isn’t that good? We almost never go hungry.”

“Yes, but since I can’t age…” Red looks down and blushes, as pink tints his cheeks. Lance smiles.

“I’m not going to pressure you, but if you want to, I won’t stop you either.”

“Really?” Red beams.

“Of course. You’re quite old enough to decide these things for yourself,” Lance tells him, and Red grins as he kisses him, tasting blood.

He might be cursed, but he’s never been happier in his life…

End Fic

Completed 9/11/06

Red: *Shudders*

Lance: *Hugs Red*

Phantomness: Aww… kawaii ne!