Kiss from the darkness

Dir en Grey

Ware-Yami-Tote

You know that feeling when you're being watched? It's a common thing, because you're never alone. Something is always watching you, even if you were in one of the most secluded places on earth.

Spirits are everywhere, and they never find a resting place until a "Guide" can help them find eternal rest and peace. They watch the living enviously, wanting to be saved from eternal wandering, or they're jealous of the ones that made it out of the fire, or managed to get away from that murderer.

One thing is for sure, they all need help, because the longer they keep watching you, the angrier they become. The more they want to lash out and hurt the living, the more corrupt their souls morph into.

The first spirit I saw was a little girl. I was always alone with nothing but myself to talk to. At the time, I didn't realize that she was a spirit, I was only ten. She would always climb over the wall when I was outside and play with me. She never told me her name; she would just smile whenever I asked.

When my parents found out about her, they saw me talking to myself. They figured it was just an imaginary friend, and thought nothing of it. She was real to me; she was the only person I could talk to after my brother had died.

She didn't stay with me forever like she had promised.

One day, a man climbed over my fence when she was over. Climbed over was an understatement. He jumped over a 6 foot fence, and landed on his feet. He was tall, and when he saw me, he looked to my friend too. The look in his eyes told me something was wrong. If he could see her, then he was like me.

I didn't know any better.

I was so young and stupid.

The sight of my friend disappearing in a white flash was something I would have imprinted in my memory for life. She looked scared, like she didn't want to leave me behind. She started to call out for me, but by the time the light disappeared, she was gone with it. I was left alone.

The man who jumped over the fence was gone, and I was left alone again. I had no clue what had happened, or why he took her away from me. Sitting in my back yard, I was alone, and I cried. I was alone, alone, alone, alone.

No one could help me.

Death is a funny thing; it's not something that you enjoy while it's happening, but after that's the fun part. You see death is easy, because life is hard. Accept, I wasn't given the relief of death, I was brought back.

It pissed me off.

I was a samurai, fighting for my lord back at Edo Castle. I thought after two swords in my chest, it would finish me, but I awoke back on earth. The moon was red, and the sky was clear, like a frozen ocean. The stars shined like precious gems, I never remembered them looking that way.

Thirst was all that I could think about, I was so thirsty. My throat ached with pain, but no matter how much water I drank, it all came back up. My thirst remained un-sated. The sun burned my skin, leaving large blisters. I felt cursed, and alone. Whoever did that to me must've like jokes.

Everything was so clear, so open. The air smelled sweet with nature, and the wolves howl sounded like a chorus of the finest geisha's singing. Every sound around me was amplified, each unique and special. Rain was like a symphony, they each had their own voices, different every time.

All of my reborn senses were overflowing with excitement, but when I heard the patter of a heart pumping something that made my mouth water, I almost cried aloud. The sweet smell filled my nose, and my body tensed. What was that thing that was making me heave in pain with want?

I looked down into the dark, and saw a girl under the branch that I was sitting in. She looked lost, and mud covered her light kimono. She looked up at me, and horror filled her eyes, I must've looked savage for, the scream she released made my ears shatter.

When she ran, her heart accelerated, making the sound of her blood even more appealing. I jumped from the limb, and followed after her, her long black hair smelled of soot, and her skin was so pale and soft. It was just waiting to be torn apart; I could almost taste her blood on my tongue.

My pace sped, and I eventually jumped on her, grabbing her by the jaw and thrusting it upward. Her long neck showed her throbbing vein filled with blood, it sang to me, telling to indulge in her sweetness.

My teeth ached, and I hesitated looking down at this sobbing shaking woman made my human side feel small, but my demon roared for release. My mouth opened instantly after my thought, and I lurched down biting into her flesh. The hot liquid rush aroused me, making me rock hard. The smell of the blood made my mind jumbled and confused.

Without giving it a though, I ripped the woman's kimono off, my mouth still sucking from her neck. I released myself from my hakama's pants and thrusted myself in between her legs. She cried out as she was dying, I could feel her life drain away as I divulged myself on her body. I dug myself deeper and deeper into her, until I needed release, and I let go when my thirst was gone, and I felt heavy.

I laid there, next to her dying body, it shivered and twitched softly, she was covered in blood and her pulse was slowly fading. Her breath had stopped, which told me she was really dying.

I felt light, and the pain in my throat had ceased. I felt well again, and the darkness shrouding my eyes faded back from the rage that overcame me. "You really messed up, didn't you?" I bolted up from the ground as the voice filled the silence, "You might as well kill her, or she'll come back like you did. Little kitten."

Looking around in the darkness was as light as day, but I couldn't find him. "Where are you?!" I called, I wanted answers, I could think now that I was full, "Come out!" there was a deep laugh that echoed through the trees.

"You need to get rid of that Samurai pride, Kyo." From behind me, there were footsteps. I turned my head before the first one could touch the ground, "You're not like them anymore, you belong with us." There two men standing before me, one was tall with light strange hair, and the other was taller with longer black hair. "I'm Atsushi Sakurai." The black haired man said, "I am now your master."

I looked at the other one, he looked away from me, "I'm Bou…" he said in almost a whisper. He clung to Sakurai's arm; shaking slightly, "I'm new too…" he had tears in his eyes.

"Anyway," Sakurai clapped his hands together, cutting the young boy off, "I'd say we should get this show on the road. I'm bored, and when that happens, I need to find entertainment." He looked over to the dying girl on the ground, "She'll come back soon if you don't take care of it."

I stared at her, she looked bruised and beaten, "Did I do that?"

"You sure did, and it was spectacular to watch." Sakurai grinned, "Next time, ask me to help. I sure do like pleasure with more than one partner at a time." I glared at him, and he grinned showing his crooked teeth, "Fine then I'll kill her." He walked over, shrugging Bou off his arm. He lifted his foot on her head, and stomped it forcefully into the ground. The blood seeped into the grass, "There, simple."

"How could it be that simple?" I snapped at him, "You just killed an innocent human.

"No, you drained her life from her." He said smoothly. "I just finished the job. You're lucky I led her into this part of the forest; you would've died if you hadn't had any blood. You should be thankful."

When he said blood, I tasted the coppery flavor on my tongue. "Blood…" I said, mostly to myself, "What did you do to me?"

"Ah! Samurai pride!" Sakurai laughed, "You need to work on that. As much as you would like to believe otherwise, you're dead. You were just… given a second chance." He looked to the small shaking boy, "Come here."

Bou walked slowly to him, looking down at the ground. When he had gotten closer to Sakurai, he paused as Sakurai stared deep into his eyes. Bou's face became pale and blank, "My lord, why?!" He cried, Sakurai's expression grew angry, and Bou flinched.

"Well…" Sakurai turned back to me, "You're going to be doing me a great service." He grabbed my shoulder, "Drink the boy's blood."

I flinched away from his hand the minute he said that, "No, I'm not thirsty."

"I'm not saying kill him," Sakurai rolled his eyes, "Just take from his wrist, it links you two together." I felt compelled to listen to his man, and my body started moving by itself. I grabbed his arm, and dug my teeth deep into the vein in his wrist. The blood tasted strange, so much sweeter than what the humans had. It made me feel sick.

"Enough." Sakurai pulled me back, "Now give me your wrist, and Bou, you take Kyo's." Bou seemed reluctant to listen to him, but he grabbed my arm and bit slowly. Sakurai scraped his teeth violently into my vein; I could feel my life being forced from my body.

It was soon over, Sakurai looked satisfied. "Good, now were all bound to each other."

"What do you mean bound?" I questioned, afraid of this new world that I was falling into." Sakurai raised his brow and laughed, "What's so funny."

"I own you." He stated.

I love Vamps, they make me feel sexy. Anyways, hope you liked that. I'm sure I'm going to write more!

Love: Ware-Yami-Tote