Sakura grunted as she was forced into another sharp dip by the vampire.
She was dancing--against her will--with none other than Sasori Akasuna himself in his large sleeping quarters while slow, ghostly music from an unknown source echoed through the chamber.
He had kidnapped her the night before, and had not let her out of his sights since then. Not that Sakura could even have a chance of escaping Sasori's castle; the walls have ears.
Extra-perceptive vampire ears, that is.
Sasori watched as Sakura's long dress hem floated through the air when he twirled her gracefully out, then back in, feeling her soft body bump into his hard chest. The dress was blood red, his favorite color, constantly reminding him of the sweet liquid he longed to drink from her very veins…
Sakura could practically hear the thoughts in the sick man's head.
"I will not let you drain me, Sasori." She whispered venomously. The vampire turned her to face himself so that she would stare into his dark brown eyes.
Sakura didn't though, and looked down at her feet avoiding them. She knew his evil ways of hypnotism, and she wasn't going to fall for it like some other foolish meal.
"I have no intention of draining you, my dear." Sasori said lowly, resuming their dancing. "I would never condemn myself to waste beauty such as yours."
Sakura risked her remaining willpower and glanced up at him in confusion and curiosity, but only enough for a vampire notice.
The redheaded vampire gave her the smallest of knowing smiles.
"Yes, I've seen you grow up into a beautiful young lady for quite some time now, and I would love for you to be my personal flower. Just think of it; you, me, this whole castle all to ourselves with nothing but immortality and our love holding us together."
"Never." He dipped her sharply again, making Sakura lose her breath from the sudden motion.
"Why not, Sakura?" She glared up at him.
"Because you're an over-controlling, sick bastard." He bended her farther back, causing great stress to build up in her spine.
"Am I?" Sakura squinted her eyes as she tried to gain control of the small yelp of pain that was desperately trying to escape her throat.
"Y-yes." She could feel her head suddenly pressed against his suit, ending an untrained acrobat's punishment.
"And why do you think that?" he asked her calmly. Sakura pushed herself away from his body to reply, but fell silent the second her eyes locked with his.
Sakura couldn't look away from his dark brown eyes as they slowly hypnotized her, draining her of all her remaining free will. Sasori smirked down at the girl's attempts to break the gaze.
"Well?" Sasori asked Sakura, slowly twisting her so that her back touched his chest once again. He could feel her jolt slightly, now free from the stupor he had her under.
His left hand had her right wrist, and vice versa across her front; he freed his left hand to place it on her waist, but decided to go farther south than usual.
Sakura felt the redheaded vampire's hand drift past his usual spot on her waist, brushing against her thigh that was hidden beneath the thin red fabric of her dress.
"Ugh, you make my skin crawl." She muttered scathingly to Sasori, who was exploring her dressed torso quite meticulously.
Sasori leaned his face forward to her ear, closing his eyes to breathe in her heavy scent.
"That's not all…I can do…with your skin." He whispered seductively, his lips moving down a breadth's width from her neck as he said this. Both predator and prey could hear his voice shake slightly from his words, stressing the immense effort it took to speak and keep a hold on his wild, lustful desires to sink his teeth into her exposed throat.
Sakura's green eyes went wide slightly at the realization of death just mere centimeters from her neck, but remained silent.
The music had stopped, and so had their dancing. Sasori began slowly stepping forward to his bed, with the girl still in his arms.
"Freak." He heard her say, as she struggled to exit his clutches. Sasori was at the side of the bed; the silken sheets and soft pillows looked so inviting, but she would be the only one sleeping with them. He had his coffin to attend to every morning.
"Aah, Sakura," Sasori purred in her ear, "Is that any way to treat your future lover,"---he pushed her onto the bed---"and master?"
The vampire straddled Sakura's hips, preventing her from escaping. She tried desperately to push him off, but he caught her wrists with one pale hand and began stripping off her dress with the other.
In a fast flurry of silky red scraps Sakura's dress was destroyed beyond repair, leaving her to stare up at Sasori with glaring green eyes fully naked save for her white lacy bra and panties.
Sasori could feel Sakura's glare pierce into his absent soul as his eyes roamed her delicious body. Soon it would be all his to caress and pleasure.
Forever.
'But first,' he thought as his pale hand made its lazy journey up her smooth stomach, 'I shall give her a taste what is to come.' Sasori ran his fingers up between her cleavage to her throat, feeling the quickened beating of her pulse, smirking at the sight of her shivering.
"Now now, my dear, no need to be afraid. I won't hurt you...much."
"I'm not afraid of you." Sakura spat, lacing pure hatred into every word. To her surprise, Sasori chuckled darkly as his cold fingers closed around the tiny clasp holding her bra in place.
"Then what's stopping us?" A tiny snap, and Sakura's bare breasts were exposed to the cold air, which had somehow seemed to drop in temperature without her noticing.
Sakura watched the vampire as he leaned down, kissing her shoulder lightly. She scrunched up her face so as not to show any true emotion as his lips moved right to left across her collarbone to her throat and stopping at the right shoulder.
Sasori felt Sakura wring her wrists free from his hand, as he had let her do, and curl her fingers into his shaggy hair, struggling to keep his head out of the crook of her vulnerable neck. He moved lower, showing her that she was in no danger of being bitten (yet). His lips closed around the almost aroused nipple of her right breast, running his tongue over it slowly.
Sakura unclenched her face and moaned lowly. Damn that redhead! He will pay for this! As soon as the first chance was open, she would---
Sasori switched breasts quickly, as if he knew what she was planning, and attacked the other nipple with just as much ferocity while his other hand began to loosen his tie and slip out of the sleeve of his dressy suit.
Mmm! Well…she could always leave later, right? There was no rush to end this. She might as well pleasure herself with him while there was still time. Then she was hightailing it out of here!
The vampire ejected the pert nipple from his mouth, staring down at her while he righted himself, giving him a better chance to take off this damn suit!
"You want to stay." Sasori told her as soon as the useless garment was ripped off from his shoulders. Then he began to kick off his shoes, for he had not bothered to take them off before.
"What makes you say that?" she asked him, propping herself on her elbows. Sasori focused on the small buttons of his white shirt.
"You're not running away." He replied, smiling to himself, "You could be out the door by now, but you're not." Sakura turned her head away from eye contact in indifference.
"Hmph." Sasori stood and walked away from the bed to the lights, flicking them off until both vampire and mortal were bathed in darkness save for the white moonlight that glittered in by the large open balcony.
Sakura looked around, straining her eyes for signs of movement.
Silence.
"Where are you, you stupid vampire?" she whispered. She felt someone breathing on her stomach softly, then a pair of lips kissing her navel.
"Sasori?" A white finger was pressed to her lips, signaling for her to be quiet. Sakura conceded into his wish, and was silent.
She heard the tiny clinking of a belt being loosened and become undone, along with the sound of the fabric of dress pants sliding off the waist of the wearer. Sakura panicked at the realization that Sasori was really going to go through with it, and began backing away from the black edge of the bed on her back to the other moonlit side.
Sakura screamed quietly at the feeling of cold strong hands wrapping themselves around her bare ankles. She scrambled wildly at the bedspread, hoping to find something to hold onto, but it was all in vain. Her thighs slammed into his hips, making her whole body shake. Sakura's slightly wet center could feel his large clothed bulge rub against the thin fabric of her underwear teasingly.
Sasori roughly grinded his hips into Sakura, distracting her while he ripped her underwear completely off in shreds, not unlike her beautiful dress. The tips of his icy fingers pressed against the girl's center, sending chills down her spine.
Sakura gasped, arching her spine against the iciness between her legs. She let out a loud moan as his long dexterous fingers quickly entered her without any resistance, chilling her from the inside.
The vampire leaned over his prey, amused at how quickly she could sway to his powers once she received something out of it. He began moving his hand in and out quickly, feeling his own underpants grow extremely tight from her arousing moans. Her hips rocked back and forth in sync with his hand, wanting the full experience. Sasori felt Sakura twist her fingers into his unruly hair and wrench it forward violently. He could feel her gasping breaths hit his lips, so close was she to him.
Their lips fused together instantly without the help of the moonlight, which was actually harder than it sounded. Sakura's tongue was subdued into submission by Sasori's, but she didn't mind. As long as he didn't stop....
Sasori shifted the two of them so they were bathing in the moonlight. His fingers slid out of her smoothly, for they were coated with her white essence. He could feel her watch him as he pulled away from their tongue war to suck the sticky substance off of his long digits. The vampire finally slipped his underpants down and kicked them off. His inhumane strength made it too easy to pin Sakura down to the bed; No more playing around now, it was time to end this and make her his for eternity.
Sakura couldn't prevent the crazy vampire from grabbing a fistful of her short pink hair and yank her skull over the edge of the mattress, exposing her enticing throat. Nothing could stop him from closing in on his desire, his prize, his reward for manipulating her lusts and desires into his own advantage for her blood. His throbbing member barely brushed against her willing entrance, ready for the climax of this whole thing.
"Sasori—don't do this to me." She whispered, her voice rough from the loud moans she had released from her lips before. Sakura's hands tried to stop his head from moving in, but she quickly jerked them back at the feeling of needles piercing the flesh of her palms.
Sasori clenched her wrists in his free hand, holding them over her chest. He squeezed them painfully, making her shriek at the feeling of her wrists being crushed in his unbreakable grasp. He watched with an evil smirk as the tiny tears, crystal in the moonshine, rolled down her cheeks. Sakura let out a sob, knowing that this was the end of her entire existence as a human as the two both knew it. Sasori relaxed his grip on her hair, and let her wrists fall from his hand.
"There there, my love," he whispered in her ear, stroking her cheek, "you will not have to feel pain any longer after tonight." Sakura blinked back the tears from her eyes, staring up at the glittering vampire.
"P-please" she pleaded, "don't do this to me, I beg of you." His member pushed harder against her center, though not quite penetrating her. Sakura held her breath, which she figured would be her last, as his freezing lips pressed against her neck.
"We will live together forever," he muttered against her skin, "as the Devil as my witness, you will not regret me doing this."
Sakura screamed as the unforgivable vampire pierced her both ways, bringing twice the amount of pain than if he had just stuck to one or the other. The pain from the bite mixed with the pounding of Sasori into her limp body was quickly becoming too much for her. Her whole body shook in spastic fit that she could not control, and Sakura could only watch helplessly as her vision was becoming darker and darker with each passing minute…
Sasori pushed harder into Sakura with his fangs and tool to keep her in submission. She was already experiencing the seizures from the venom in his fangs, and it wouldn't be long until the darkness overtook the whole nervous system.
The sensation of pain and ecstasy was fading away as a weird fuzzy feeling replaced it, but then was replaced by numbness that spread throughout her entire body. Her skin was still sensitive to everything that touched it, but it was like the inside of her was slowly dying. Sakura's vision was now completely black, as if her eyesight had been shut off completely, but it didn't matter anymore. This was the end.
She heard Sasori groan into the open wound he had made on her neck as he came inside of her, poisoning her body with his vile seed. Not helping herself, Sakura orgasmed as well, her hips involuntarily bucking into his from the white that shot out of her.
The last thing she felt before succumbing to utter numbness of everything was Sasori's fangs ripping out of her throat as he pulled himself out of her spent center.
Then…Death at last.