Kiss of a Vampire
Prologue:
When I was young, I learned that Midori wasn't my mother, and that Tsumugu wasn't my father, either. I had been an orphan, found and raised by them, who had no memory of who or what she was. I had always wondered why I could see things others couldn't, and why when I said certain things I had learned, people looked at me funny.
When I was 10, I was adopted by the Hinamori family. My real name is unknown; however, Midori explained to me – very delicately- that I was different from others. I can see premonitions.
I've never thought or seen how I may die. However, I know everyone else's' fate around me. One person who had always confused me was Ikuto. What I saw of him was strange, I saw him as a baby in my premonitions, like he had already died before he was born, but I thought that nonsense because I didn't want to believe it.
But I wish I had.
Chapter One: God's Irony
I walked down the street wearing my usual: black converse that tied up to my thigh with black fishnet stalking underneath, red and black plaid shortie-shorts, and a tight, black biker corset. I had just finished my shift at the bar. I sighed, as soon as college is over, I will be so happy to have a real job where I don't need a teaser AND a huge can of Mr. Pepper. The stars were lighting up the sky, I smiled a little. I remember a time when I was scared to walk home alone. However, I learned which streets were dangerous and which weren't. Pretty soon, I also learned that the park was the safest alternative. Even if the cameras can't see everything.
I've always been afraid of some of the monsters my mother had always told me about. Vampires especially. They seduced you then ate you. Not to mention, in contrast from all the tales, there was no way to tell if someone was one or not; except when they were hungry and their eyes glowed a bright fluorescent red. They didn't think anything of having sex with another person; they are like hookers…a whole race of prostitutes. Only their payment was deadly. I giggled at my own little metaphor. The strangest part had to be kissing. They would have sex with anyone…maybe anything…but they wouldn't kiss anyone. Not unless they had … mated…and I mean permanently. After that it was painful to be too far away from each other, so they only did it together.
The one problem was, even if you knew the signs of them, you couldn't just run away. After all, they had feelings, too, and sometimes they wanted to fit into society. But even if they were bad, they're supposedly gorgeous. How can you run away from that? Especially in this overweight day and age. I looked around at the silhouettes of dark trees on the star-dappled sky, and as I got to a spot on the path where there was no light, I realized what a stupid idea it had been to think that much about the figures in my nightmares. Oh gosh…I took a deep breath and tried to calm my pounding heart, and then I -
ran like a madwoman down the path flailing my arms around.
I sighed once I was finally past it. Then I heard it.
"No! Ah! Stop, it hurts!"
I looked around, trying to find the source of the screaming. Unfortunately, I succeeded. Her head and shoulders were sticking out from behind the tree, and he was there – on top- head nuzzled between her head and shoulder. Then she really started screaming as blood poured from her neck. I couldn't stop myself from gasping, and he looked up. Red. I screamed out loud this time and ran. She was a goner by now. I ran past the end of the park and into the labyrinth of buildings. Of course, in my panic I couldn't remember which way to go. I hesitated. I felt something grab my hair and throw me against a wall. A large and cold hand grabbed my neck, choking me. I gasped and choked for air. I watched his face as he watched me squirm under him. He was enjoying this. I kicked and scratched, to no avail. He was too strong, too immortal. I cried, not like this, please not like this, I begged to God.
Suddenly the hand was gone and I slid to the floor coughing and heaving. I looked up to see a tall man with messy black hair. He turned around and I remembered him at once. Ikuto. I hadn't seen him for 6 years now. But then I noticed his deep red irises, and the way he was looking at me: like a predator with its prey.
My uncle used to tell us that God had to have a sense of humor. "The irony in everything that happens, I mean he made his first appearance as a burning bush! Haven't you noticed that prayers are always fulfilled in a bittersweet way?"
At this moment, I could taste the bitter-sweetness on my tongue, and I felt like God was laughing at me.
Hey everyone! I know its kinda short, but it's just a little intro kinda thing. I'm SO sorry about my other stories! I don't know where I'm going with S.V. now…but I am working on the next chappie of Angel. I think I may redo WAR too. 'Cuz I have an idea that will go longer and is almost the same as that one! So yah! ;]
Amu: IMA DIE!?
Ikuto: I get to seduce Amu? :3
Amu: NO, JUST KILL ME!
REX: Okie peoples…Ill update soon! Press the awesomeness green button for updates! XD