NOTE:- So...My first fic for my favourite anime, not to mention my first serious one-shot attempt that (may) turn into a two-shot or three-shot.

DISCLAIMER:- I do not own Diabolik Lovers;)

Other than that, enjoy!

The Vampire And His Bride

~His Bride~

I never meant to adore Yui the way I do now. I never expected that when I first layed eyes on her flat chest and slender form that she'd be the girl that was meant for me. I never expected, that as I pinned her down and felt her heart beat like drums in that chest of hers, that I'd come to love the way it raced. I never expected, as I made her my own, what exactly she'd mean to me. And most of all, I never expected that I'd want nothing more in my life than to have her love and keep her safe.

Every day I think I cannot possibly love her more than I do now, but each day I do. Her love and I are like sunlight and wilted blossoms. I flourished under the light and warmth of her love, and I love her so much for it.

What fascinates me the most about her, are her eyes. They never lie to me, always open and smiling and the colour of pink sherbet. They sparkle iridescently, and quite frankly, are like windows with which to peer into her soul with. Her mouth is also a thing of wonder. My mind seems to dwell on it a lot. Her lips are like rose petals in the palest of a rosy pallor that you can come by. Like a child's mouth, they curve up and down so delicately as if a wind shifted them to be arranged in another way.

My first kiss with her was... Out of this world. I had picked her from the couch, and in anger, tossed her into a pool as if she was a frisbee to hurl and catch. She couldn't swim, and her head ducked under the water. I remembered then, how I had begged for my mother to save me when she pushed me into the well.

As much as I hated my human prey, I dived in after her anyway. And when I did, I gave way to humiliating temptation. Her lips had always seemed so appealing, and in that moment, wet and open, they looked so inviting. I placed my mouth on hers, and I wasn't disappointed. They had tasted, and still do, of a sugary sweetness that left a numbness on my own lips that craved for more. I didn't understand then, and instead, I bit into her neck. Her eyes had opened, and then they closed, and I allowed myself to indulge in the sweet liquid. It soothed me enough to drag her back up to the surface with me, unconscious and pathetic. Looking back, I realise I adore her being pathetic. It means I can make her my own princess that I will always keep safe, forever imprisoned by my love.

One time, on the way to school, the Mukami brothers upturned our car with their own. I shielded her, and she thanked me. I couldn't explain it, but it left a warm feeling in my chest when she said those words. They made me happy, and I hated it. Instead I answered that she was heavy. She didn't mind. She never minds. Whatever I do or say she loves me anyway. I love that.

It makes my heart ache sometimes, when I think of what could have been. When I and Richter were duelling, and I was stabbed, she stabbed herself. I couldn't believe it. I was angry, and hurt, and desperate like never before.

I thought I failed, that I wasn't strong enough. That I could never be strong enough because I'd just lost the greatest blessing I'd ever gotten. She turned my world upside - down with her sweet kindness so much that it confused and enraged me. I came to love that.

She was so predictable, yet she did unpredictable things. It made me angry with her. I constantly fed from her because of that, so that it would make her pain all the more beautiful to watch as she gave me a look of hate. She never did.

I was angry then with her for making my heart ache so badly, and for wanting to abandon me so easily. I was angry with Richter for making me look weak in front of her, as if I wasn't nearly as good enough as to deserve my little angel, or half as strong, either. The idea of her leaving me, or favouring one of my other brothers, especially Subaru, since she had seemed to have taken a liking to him, frightened me. I hated that fright. I hated both Richter and her for it. And I was angry with myself. I trained so hard, I tried my very best. Why couldn't I protect her? It shouldn't have come to what it did, I should have been strong enough. I should have been there for her.

I was hurt when she stabbed herself. It was like she stabbed a piece of me as well, with Subaru's silver knife. It was as if, through that action, she was saying that I could never deserve her, and that death was more likely to protect her better than I ever could. I was hurt that she'd be so willing to leave me. However, I was still too stubborn to admit everything. I was too stubborn to accept what my heart had clearly acknowledged before my head had. It made the pain worse, somehow, that I could never tell her those three words, or call her by her name, so common but beautiful to me nonetheless.

And I was desperate. So desperate to drive out that monster, and bring back the girl I'd come to care about. When I took Reiji's drink in my mouth, I was scared, too. Scared of the outcome. And as I placed my mouth over her death - cold ones, and felt my skin brush across her sheet - pale skin, I realised.

I loved her. It hurt. Badly. And as I administered the drink, my tongue brushed ever so lightly against her own, and then I murmurrred those words. But it did not dull the pain, if anything, it made it intensify because I had been too late in saying that which was in my mind, and that when I had said it, she hadn't been alive to hear it.

And when she did wake, I felt as if my heart would burst. I loved her, and I knew now. And I'd never let her go, not for the world or the chance to be Vampire King. I no longer wanted to be that for myself, but for my Yui. She has told me, while she stroked my hair and peppered my face with sweet, butterfly - like kisses, that regardless of whether I was the best or not, she'd love me. And I just froze in time, and my heart felt as if it had raced so fast beneath her fingertips that she'd surely hear the way they pulsed and stuttered. She kissed me passionately afterwards, allowing me to slip beneath her covers and cuddle into her beguiling warmth. Just being in proximity of her persona gives me a peace and happiness that makes me feel light. But I want to be the best for her, and I will be.

I remember, just as vividly, when I took something of hers I could never return. When I took it, I felt guilty. She had let me, happily, but I felt as if I was deflowering a fragile blossom; tearing the innocence that made her nectar so sweet just so that her petals could allow their attractive colouring to show clearer.

I distanced myself from her after that, thinking that she wouldn't want me. Then, I found her weeping alone, and I pulled her close to me. Resting my chin atop her head, I spoke first. I babbled of my demons and insecurities, and she, in turn of hers. And then, somewhere along the way, we both confessed our love. And as we made to leave, realisation hit us both of what we had said. We blushed in unison, and looked away. She peered at me beneath her long lashes, and I observed her through the corner of my eyes. I moved first, gently slipping her hand into mine. I let my thumb brush her knuckles, kissing the fingers and then traveling upwards. She gasped, but I pulled her close abruptly, letting her face press into my chest, with her hands pressed against my singing heart. She stuttered my name, and I grinned, pulling her closer for a kiss. Her eyes were wide open, but mine were closed. We stayed like that for moments, till the sun set over the horizon and stars lit the night. She shivered, and I wrapped myself around her before taking her to my room.

We made love that night, and this time, I did not hold back. Her screams of ecstasy made me drunk on my own euphoria, and I watched proudly as she became a beautiful mess. She was well and truly mine, then, and the whole household knew it, too. There was one final step to making her mine. I knew not how she agreed, but she did. And when she did, my whole universe knew no bounds. I had become the Vampire King then, and as I slipped on that elaborate gold and diamond engagement ring, and felt her push me to the ground in a kiss as we tumbled like children down a sloping hill, I saw my future in sparkling, shimmering clarity.

And now, I stand in the chapel, remembering all our times together, and the more to come. I chose a chapel because I knew it would please her, and if she is pleased, then so am I.

I see her, now. She is approaching, looking beautiful in a fishtail gown of white lace that clings to her luscious figure beautifully. I knew my eyes widened. She is twenty now, and had grown much from the awkward teenager I first met. She is taller, slimmer and stronger. I see it in her eyes, though, that while she has learnt to be more emotionally stable, she is still that same loving masochist at heart. And I smile knowing she will always be.

Her chest is flat no more, and her hips have flared, though they were always that way. She looks radiant, her hair up in an elegant chignon interwoven with braids, and delicate, like a seraph, with her eyes lowered modestly and cheeks dusted with a rosy pink that goes beautifully with her complexion. She looks up, and our eyes connect, and a blush of my own reached my cheeks. She giggled silently at my flustered look, and I chanced a glance at her father, Seiji Komori, and now my uncle.

The Priest's words rang clear and loud in the air, piercing the dream - like atmosphere.

"You may kiss the bride."

And with a passionate kiss, I sealed our fates, and I hungrily reveled in the sweetness of the first of many moments with my new bride - my beautiful Yui.

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