Disclaimer: Story remains owned by me, original characters remains owned by CCS
Summary: Life was already difficult hunting and killing vampires for Sakura, but it became even harder when the most powerful vampire, Syaoran, came into town. Hell, nothing could compare when that vampire wanted to bed her and then kill her.
Rating: M for violence, language, sexual content, and unusual stuff I don't understand myself.
Genre: Supernatural/Romance/Humor
The Prince of Darkness is a Gentleman
Chapter one.
Sakura Pov.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I swear if that keeps going.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
You stupid-
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Would you just let me fin-
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh... I grumpily pressed the off switch on the plastic black cheap alarm clock on my bedside table to silence the aggravating urgent calls to awaken my much-needed slumber.
Ah… much better.
My heavy eyelids failed to remain open so I drifted off to the wonderful land of dreams…
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Oh. My. God.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I grabbed my black RAZR cell phone off the cluttered mess on the surface of the table and nearly yelled into the speaker.
"What"
I was so tired that that one word came out as I exhaled.
"Sakura, don't tell me you just woke up," a feminine voice scolded on the other line.
Ah… Tomoyo.
"I had a rough night," I explained, casting a glance to the fresh wounds imprinted on my arms.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" Her voice altered into apprehension.
I sighed. I actually didn't know myself to be the truth.
"Not sure…"
"Well, hurry up and get your butt down here before Yukito kills you."
I looked at my clock. 7:45.
Shit.
"I'll check on your wounds." She can be such a great mother.
"Yeah, Okay. I'll be on my way. Bye."
"Bye."
I closed my phone and tossed it on my disarrayed bed. Forget fixing the covers. As if I have time.
I staggered to my bathroom and nearly scared myself in the mirror.
Okay, I'm not that great-looking but hey, I have battle scars.
My frizzled auburn hair hangs several inches pass my shoulders but right now, I would have turned myself into stone due to my Medusa-hair reflection.
I have green eyes. Many, I guess, would love to have them but I hate them. It draws attention and I detest the spotlight. I could look at someone and they'll stare at my eyes like they're jewels.
Please, don't go gem-digging at my eyes. I need them to like... um… see?
I turned away from the mirror. My image just burns my eyes already.
I shed my clothes to kick them aside and hop in the shower to arouse my drowsy state that I normally attain in the early mornings.
Oh, how I'm wishing for the weekends already.
I finish getting ready as I pull on my low-rise jeans and a black long-sleeved turtleneck blouse. I mean, I don't want to scare speculators away from all my love marks.
7:54
Great, I have six minutes to get to work.
I fish for my phone lost within the folds of my blanket and grab my purse. Running on the way to the door, I slip a package of pop-tarts (oh hell, they save me) into my handbag, close the door and search for my car keys within the midst of my bag.
Yes! Found my keys and I jump in my Escalade… Okay, okay, it's not an Escalade, but a girl can dream right? And zoom away 60 miles per hour in a residential area.
I am such a great driver it is no wonder I haven't gotten a ticket.
Knock on wood.
I roll down the window to naturally air dry my hair and open the pack of pop-tarts. I break a piece and pop it in my mouth as I'm steering the wheel with my left knee.
Gazing at the building structures on the side, I see a very good-looking blonde male strolling along the sidewalk. And right when I was admiring his nice little behind, he turned around straight at me.
And hissed.
His fanged teeth glinted in the sunlight and I slammed on the breaks, barely hitting the vehicle in front of me.
Holy shit.
I opened my car door searching for the hot blonde and he was gone. Did anybody see what I just saw?
Shit, how is it that vampires are walking around in broad daylight?
I entered Charmed, a small grey store that holds books, herbs, tarot cards, candles and such for the supernatural. Many people don't believe in such things they can't understand so they'll come by to buy several souvenirs and humor gifts for others. This store also is a costume/clothing shop, whether it's for halloween or for a party. Somehow we make good business, thanks to our designer Tomoyo.
"Kinomoto, you're half an hour late."
That voice…Eek, I'm in trouble.
I turned around flashing a charming smile to my boss, Yukito.
"Good morning Boss," I greeted in over exaggerated cheerfulness.
"Cut the crap, Kinomoto."
Ah, he saw through my act.
"Explanation?" His question posed to be answered as he folded his arms across his chest and a frown displayed on his forehead.
That guy has to learn to smile.
Yukito is fair-looking, in his late 30's with grey-silver hair. And it made me wonder if it's by age or from unnecessary extreme stress… I figure the latter.
"I slept in," I replied lying or well, it was sort of true.
"What?" he snapped as if I'm supposed to elaborate more.
"I… Slept… In…," I repeated more slowly like I was conversing with a person who has a hearing disability.
He glared at me.
I grinned.
"I expect make-up hours." He looked me up and down in distaste. "Learn the dress-code. Why can't you follow the rules like Daidouji?" His head flipped at Tomoyo's direction, my best friend who was holding a cup of coffee and looking at us clueless with the situation.
Tomoyo's attire was a black dress suit and I scrunched up my face. And why in heaven's name would I wear something like that?
Not saying that Tomoyo looked bad, oh no, no, nooooo.
I just shrugged as Ruby approached me with a mug of coffee.
Ah… faithful servant.
He rambled on and on and I inhaled the strong aroma with a small smile on my face. I could just sleep with this scent. I took a sip and I frowned. The reason why I hate black coffee.. It's just so.. black. My apologies for the lack of vocabulary. I grabbed a handful of sugar packets and cream.
"Did you hear what I said?"
I blinked. "Sorry, I encompass selective hearing."
"Arrrghhh!!" He lifted his arms in defeat and stomped away.
Ah… always get that guy good.
It's not my fault for being me, is it? I may dress casually, have a rude, sarcastic attitude, but I at least get my job done. Secretly, the workers all do have some form of power. Eriol likes to call him a sorceror while I on the other hand call him a magician (he really doesn't like that), Tomoyo is an earth witch who uses herbs and the natural goody-goody way, and me, well, let's just say I'm acceptionally well at fighting for now.
I was about to enter the bathroom when I was pulled roughly into an office. The door closed and Tomoyo looked at me frantically.
"What happened? Let me see your wounds."
"I'm fine. You won't believe me but I saw a vampire on the way here," I replied casually as I set my mug, sugar and creams on her desk.
She gave me a puzzled look. "In broad daylight?"
I nodded. "How is that possible?"
I shrugged. "I'm going to figure that out later." I ripped up 7 packets of sugar and emptied it in my coffee along with 4 creams.
Tomoyo frowned. "You better find out as soon as possible. That could be dangerous if they're getting stronger."
"I know. That's why I'm going to see Cereberus." I took a sip of my coffee and gagged. I just made it worse.
I pushed my ruined coffee aside. "Take off your shirt," Tomoyo ordered.
I complied and she gasped. "Oh my God, Sakura. How many were there?"
Was it really that bad? I tried to look at myself. "Only two of them."
The door suddenly opened. "Hey Tomo-" Eriol froze and stared at us, then at me. "What the hell?"
"Vampires," I quickly responded.
He sighed and closed the door behind him. Positioning both of his hands lingering slightly above my exposed wounded skin, he whispered, "Haelus." (A/n: I'm making this up but this word means, heal)
A soft yellow-ish glow emitted from his hands and covered my body. We all watched as my present wounds and past scars blemished to nothing. I stared shocked.
"Why didn't I come to you sooner?" I was so happy.
Eriol shrugged with a smirk. "Now that I've done that, you both have to join me to the new club, Sweet Temptations tonight."
I knew there would be a catch. "Fine…" I capitulated.
"Of course!" Tomoyo always agrees to do anything.
Eriol's black sleek limo appeared in front of my apartment building and I could hear Tomoyo's shrieks of urgency. I sighed and finished the last of my outfit.
My hair was straightened, bangs partially to the side barely brushing my charcoaled Egyptian eyes and flashing dangling cross-bone earrings and my multiple cartilage rings. I was going for the gothic punk look with a dark red corset tube top and a black leather mini skirt added with long suede boots.
Inserting a pocket knife in both boots and a derringer in the holster of my upper thigh beneath my skirt, I was ready. Hey, I had to pack some defense here.
I entered Eriol's limo. "Both of you look stunning tonight," I complimented with a grin.
"Couldn't you dress normal for once?" Eriol joked with a smirk.
"And I'm normal?" I asked with raised eyebrows.
"Good point." He was clad in a long-sleeved dark blue button down shirt and black pants matching his black hair tinted navy blue. He wasn't wearing his glasses.
Tomoyo stared at the bulge at the side of my skirt. "Always prepared, eh?"
"Of course, dear."
She looked gorgeous, hair braided into pigtails and topped with a light purple and white bandana. Hoops hung from her ears, a lavender crocheted halter and tight low-rise white pants completed her outfit.
We arrived at the club and an extensive line was forming to enter. "Hmm.. It's a good thing I brought our V.I.P passes, huh?" Eriol smirked as he withdrew the cards from his shirt pocket.
Tomoyo squealed in delight and I grinned. So like Eriol to have the best of the best.
Evacuating the limo, we approached the two bouncers in front of the door. We flashed our passes and they nodded, opening the door for us.
A wave of blasting music shrouded our ears and colorful lights radiated the dance floor. On the sides of the club were beautiful dance girls; several on stripper poles, some in a viewable containment of water spraying their nearly naked bodies as they danced, and others in a large wine glass playing seductively in soap.
It really was quite interesting.
Tomoyo came up to me and leaned in to yell in my ear due to the profound music deafening our ears, "I'm going to go dance with Eriol. Is that okay?"
I smiled and nodded. She mouthed a thank you and grabbed his hand to steer him to the dancing crowd. Eriol gave me a look asking whether I was going to be fine on my own and I waved him off.
I went to the bar and sat on the stool to order a drink. "What can I get for you, pretty lady?" a beautiful man with short spiked brown hair with highlights asked. I suspected he was one of the bartenders.
"I'll have a strawberry margarita," I replied and he nodded. I'm a sucker for sweets.
Looking around the club, I noticed that all the workers were unusually beautiful. Not handsome or good-looking, but all breathtakingly beautiful. Must be that the owner is picky…
The bartender handed me my glass and winked at me. I thanked him and took a sip of my margarita. Something felt wrong but I couldn't place a finger on it.
The music was intoxicating and I felt myself fall into a tranquil trance. Tomoyo and Eriol molding their bodies within the midst of people sashaying their hips, and there, a beautiful blonde male passed by me.
I shook out of my reverie and quickly whipped my head in the blonde's direction. He was the guy I almost hit on the road. That vampire.
I placed my glass down and made my way towards him, my fingers tracing the gun imprints beneath my skirt, ready to pull it out. The flaxen haired man looked at me as if he wasn't expecting my presence in the club. But then he smiled and turned around walking quickly away. I followed him close behind.
"Hey, you!" I yelled, and removed one of my knives since it was easier to hide from people's eyes.
He ignored me and ran up a flight of stairs in the back of the club. I followed with determination to kill the vampire. A slam of a door shutting resounded to my ears as I whipped a corner and I ran to the door, pulling out my derringer.
I kicked the door open, pointing my gun at the most beautiful man I've laid eyes on. He was leaning against his desk casually, as if he knew I was arriving. His long dark brown tresses fell across his face, covering his eyes, his head bowed. He had a long sleeved button down shirt open, exposing his tanned skin and rippled muscles. A trail of hair from his belly-button to the lining of his black leather pants leaving the mind to render hidden thoughts.
I couldn't help but stare, yet the reminder of the vampire awoke me from my daze. "Where is he?" I demanded, still holding my gun at him.
"Where is who?" words dripped like honey from his lips as he spoke. He looked up then, his chocolate orbs boring into mine. My knees nearly gave way.
"The blonde guy is a vampire," I said exasperated. "Where is he?"
"Which vampire?" he smirked.
What he said took me off guard and that's when he grinned, quite creepily and sexy I might add. A fang glinted from his mouth and I just stared at him.
Double-shit.
A/n: I realized this first chapter was kinda boring… sorry about that but please review to encourage me to continue writing the story!