Author's Note: Okay. I'm stressed. I'm bored. Here's an AU

Summary: Jou moves in with a stranger. SetoxJou AU Vampire Fic.

A Little Too Late

Like how every grim story begins- it was a stormy night. He was now home alone after watching his rapist shut the front door. His own father, his own monster shared an abusive habit. The poor boy grew up thinking it was normal. For his own daddy to beat him up every night, rip his clothes now and then- pain him till blood or cum. But as his ignorance turned to knowledge, so did his knowledge transform to grudge. Everything was losing beauty, losing its light- hope was a word he never used. It was that night, it was this stormy night he thought of death.

The sweet moment where can take the short time to actually find out what his life was worth.

The final escape to this hell, this shit hole.

His pants kept dragging down his knees as he crawled across the kitchen floor to grab a knife. His bottom half stung and throbbed as his face burned with dried, hot tears. The world was spinning, but he didn't give a damn. He was leaving. He was going away.

Forever.

Finally after pulling every muscle from his right arm he felt his fist squint hard around the knife's handle. Then for a start, he ran his index finger across the blade. Blood triggered and ran slowly to his palm. Cheesy, yeah he knew it, the cheesiest death. But this was the fastest he could ever think of. Pain? He didn't give a damn. He was numb with whatever else that went through his body.

Then he cried.

Cried as hard as he could. His heart out, until his lungs seemed to turn into stones- he cried. His blonde hair stuck to his face by the attraction of tears on his cheeks. After a few minutes or so, he checked the clock in the corner of his eye. He didn't exactly see the time, but he didn't have to.

Since now, time didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

He sat up, leaned against the dishwasher and managed to pull his pants back up to his waist, closing the flyer and buttons. He wanted the pure focus to be on the knife, on his suicide- not anything else. His two arms now grabbed a hold of the thick kitchen knife and he stared into it. It was cold, threatening, but worst of all- beautiful. Finally, he pulled it fast to his stomach and expected a great deal of pain.

But nothing happened.

Automatically, his eyes were closed to somehow deal with the masochistic pain without seeing it but after several minutes and realizing that there was no ache he managed to open his sticky eyes. He saw a lean, pale hand covering the knife's blade with a velvet liquid dripping from his palm. The hand had stopped the knife from stabbing his chest silently.

His eyes grew bigger in shock and confusion. He then heard a low voice.

"Tsk tsk tsk,"

He tilted his head to see such stranger.

"Aren't you pathetic?"

The stranger spoke teasingly. His auburn hair neatly fell to his shoulders, as his strikingly well sculpted face smirked at the poor blonde. He pulled out his hand from the knife and the blood kept dripping from his fingers onto his palm. The blonde still haven't spoken a word since he was in such shock and somewhat of an embarrassment. He just watched the stranger lick his palm and fingers… lusciously. He wore a black suit and underneath his blazer, without a necktie he had a black classic shirt unbuttoned to his chest. Perhaps it was his black outfit that caused his skin to glow and look even paler. After licking the blood on his hand to some measure, he looked at the boy directly in the eye. His sapphire eyes glistened as his thin lips met to plant a malicious smile over his attractive face.

"If you're life is that worthless. Why don't you live with me?"

"Who are-"

"That's why you're attempting this mess aren't you? To escape. To run away like a coward,"

The stranger suddenly grasped the blonde's bleeding hand and began to somehow examine it with his cerulean eyes. His long eyelashes never came down to blink as he watched the blood with pleasure.

"I'll give you the same result, the same solution, the same escape but better,"

The boy watched him, his lips open from time to time speaking as if he was putting a spell on him. He saw his own hand get closer to the strangers face but strangely, he didn't fidget or move. Suddenly, his wound met the unfamiliar guest's lips. His jaw gently opened and let his tongue gently dance on the blood from his finger.

"Just run away with me," The boy gently moaned.

"Come away with me."

The man spoke in a deeper voice from before and started to gently suck on his finger. After few minutes, the stranger pulled out the finger from his mouth and smirked to look at the puzzled boy.

"Well?" He asked. Expecting a certain answer.

Already knowing the answer.

The boy met eye contact for the first time and felt his eyes swell up in water.

"Get me the hell out of here."

He gently replied.

A bit short. But a good start, no?

I just hope I can finish this fic haha