Chapter One
Wonderland
Tonight my head is spinning
I need something to pick me up
I've tried but nothing is working
I wont stop, I wont say I've had enough
Tonight I start the fire
Tonight I break away
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Three Days Grace
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Natsume Hyuga stared at the new Primary, the Heiress, the girl who would become the next High Emperor. She looked like a child, her hair was tied up in two obnoxious pony tails and she wore a simple white dress. This was the chosen Primary? This is who High Emperor Anju L. Narumi had chosen? The girl shifted slightly under is unguarded stare.
"H-Hello?" she whispered. Even her voice was childish, Natsume snarled, showing off his fangs.
"You are the next primary?" his voice shook. He had caught her alone; she had escaped during the Ball celebrating her advance. Her glass was still full, full of blood.
She was a vampire, as was Natsume, as was everyone in this palace. And she was a Primary, they could live thousands of years if given the chance, but after a thousand years the High Emperor was sacrificed, and the new Primary rose to the throne.
"I am." She said quietly, placing her still full class on top of the mahogany table she stood next to. She looked him over quickly.
"You are the Hyuga heir." She smiled politely, but everything about her screamed that she wanted to be left alone.
Natsume would not give her that luxury. Rage boiled beneath his skin. He had been raised thinking that he was to be the next Primary. But she, this gutless, bony, girl of lesser nobility had stolen it from him. He was angry, and Natsume had never been good at controlling his temper.
He took a step forward, gritting his teeth, he wanted her to cower, to beg him for mercy, for forgiveness, to take back the wrongs he had been dealt. With a wave of his hand she was trapped in a ring of fire. Does this stupid girl even have an Alice? Her eyes widened. The flames didn't touch her, but with a flick of his wrist he could burn her alive.
"Stop this." Her voice had become commanding, she sounded like a proper Primary, for a moment. That infuriated him more, he brought the circle of fire closer to her, he wanted her to scream, to beg, to admit she was entirely over her head. She did none of those things. She stepped forward, into the fire. And it was gone.
Within seconds, she was upon him, her eyes were no longer that warm brown color. They were liquid gold, shining like the sun. Natsume hated to admit it, but he was…nervous.
"If you were looking for a challenge…" she hissed, her fangs bared. Her voice was hard, rough, and not very feminine.
"You've got one."
Her teeth sunk into his throat, parting the skin like a knife through butter. He couldn't move, he couldn't breath, he couldn't scream. He sunk into blackness. This is my fault.
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Natsume woke late, his head screamed in protest as he sat up. Had it all been a dream? His hand found its way to his throat; no…the mark was there. He scanned the room, he was not back at home, he was in one of the palace's guest chambers. He stood up and made his way to the door. He would issue a public apology as soon as possible. But being in this place gave him the creeps.
"I did not mean to bind him to me." He recognized that voice, the Primary, the one who had bitten him was standing right outside of his door.
"What's done is done, you two are bonded. You have to believe that it was meant to be." Natsume blinked. The Primary and High Emperor Narumi were discussing…? His hand went to his neck. Oh god no.
"There is no way to undo this?" he pressed his eye against the small crack in the door. The Primary looked frantic, her hair had been let down, and she had changed into some more casual clothes. The High Emperor looked highly amused. High Emperor Narumi was a fair, and much beloved Emperor, but he had a tendency to see all things as a game.
"He is yours Mikan, and you must take responsibility for what is yours." He said. Mikan let out a wail of frustration and turned to the door, Natsume was back in his bed in two seconds, she creaked the door open.
"I know you're awake Hyuga." She said, her voice did nothing to hide her disapproval. Natsume sat up and flung the covers back.
"You marked me." It came out as an accusation. Mikan swiped the back of her hand over her forehead and nodded.
"I marked you."
A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading. I got this idea when I was really sick with tonsillitis, and didn't get the chance to write it until I was feeling better. Tell me what you think, was it too fast paced? Confusing? I'm going to make Natsume and Mikan's situation clearer in future chapter. I really hope you enjoy it. Thanks again!