a/n: I woke up with this on my mind (*sweats*) so I had to write it down, of course. Sorry for any mistakes, I typed it on my mobile memo app while lying in bed, which is a lot like writing a novel on post-it notes with a pen that's nearly out of ink.
EDIT: I hadn't originally intended to continue this story, but as there was some interest and gothic is my favorite genre, I've decided to keep writing. We'll see where it goes! Updates will probably be pretty sporadic though, since I just write when I'm in the mood for it...
Slaine advanced quietly through the dark hallway, his eyes straining in a desperate search.
"Princess?" he called in a whisper. No, that wouldn't do. What if he were to alert an enemy of his presence? He pressed his lips together and moved forward.
The Princess had gone missing near this place, several days ago. He had to find her. Was she alright? Worry nagged at him and he clutched his chest, his blue-green eyes threatening tears.
As he turned a corner, he saw a shadow standing in his path. One red eye gleamed at him through the darkness. He heard the person inhale, and then sigh needfully. In a moment they were right in front of him.
"K-Kaizuka... Inaho?!" he suddenly recognized the person. They were not friends, but he had seen him before. What was he doing here?
His thoughts were interrupted by hot breath on his neck. Slaine was confused. He had been sure that this boy was human... what was going on...
"How are you a-" Slaine winced as two fangs sunk into the base of his neck, his flesh giving way like a ripe fruit.
He retreated a step, trying to move away, but Inaho pushed him back against the wall with inhuman strength. His palms bruised Slaine's shoulders as they held him immobile, fingernails digging uncomfortably through his shirt. He gritted his teeth when the fangs were yanked out and a tongue began lapping at the deep puncture wounds. It was the fluid sound of an animal drinking its fill. In all his years living amongst vampires, due to the Princess's protection he had never once experienced this. He shivered a bit as the wetness of blood and saliva on his skin hit the chill air. But it was only momentarily. He was warmed again by Inaho's mouth closing over the spot. He began sucking at it softly, then more desperately, as though it was not producing enough blood for him.
Slaine started to feel a little dizzy. He was struck by a powerful urge to sit down, but he was still being crushed against the wall. He squirmed a bit, his breath and heartbeat quickening, and Inaho responded by dropping his hands to Slaine's waist and pulling him tight against his own body. The air was nearly knocked out of him as he was slammed against the vampire's chest. He felt a hand clawing at his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck more fully. His back arched over the other's arm. Exposed and utterly vulnerable as he was, he found he couldn't resist anymore. He simply waited as Inaho sniffed out a more succulent spot to sink his teeth, both afraid of what was happening and reluctant to get away.
Crunch.
Slaine inhaled sharply as pain radiated from just below his jaw. His face was forcibly tilted to the side to accommodate Inaho's preferred feeding angle.
"S-sto-" he tried to articulate, a growing heat enveloping his entire body. He pushed weakly at the other's chest in an attempt to separate them.
The hand in his hair tightened painfully. "Shhh," Inaho hissed softly into his open wound.
If not for the arm supporting him, he would certainly have fallen to the floor. His head was reeling from blood loss and the pulsating heat between them. He could feel his own erratic heartbeat against Inaho's relentless mouth.
At long last, Inaho pulled away. Blood dripped from his parted lips as he looked down at Slaine's blanched face, the insufficient light of the corridor giving them both a ghastly appearance. Inaho's left eye burned red with hellish intensity, but other remained its usual maroon color. As they stayed like that, staring into one another, the glowing eye dimmed and finally reverted. Inaho loosened his hold, and Slaine slipped from his grasp into an unconscious heap.
