Note from the Authoress:

I really didn't plan on making yet another uncompleted story. But this one, I seem to keep adding and adding to it. So, why the hell not. If I get reviews, and people like it, then sure, I'll keep it going.

I have a laptop now- so I can work on it when I want. Its great when I get drawing blocks on my Comic.

So, enjoy!

Cerridwen

Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura... But maybe Santa Clause will bring it to me.

Chapter One: 'Savour'

The night was cold and dry. The landscape was drawn with black towering buildings and glowing iridescent city lights, flickering like a dying candle light. Fog rolled over the lights and towers, replacing the air with and eerie stillness. She stood with her back drawn towards the dense foggy alley way. Her auburn hair brushed softly against her face as she stared horrified of the sight before her.

Mangled bodies.

Torn, severed and ripped apart like some wild animal. Blood painted the walls in a erratic pattern. Bile rushed into her throat and mouth, as she nearly tripped over a mangled limb- separated from its owners body. She tried to find some familiar faces, but found that she could not distinguish any familiarity. But a feeling pulsed under her blood, she knew.

"Do you like my present, love?"

Her head whipped around to the sound of a cold, blood thirsty voice. Her mesmerizing emerald eyes widened it horror as realization hit her square in the face.

The man was tall. His figure posed and drawn like god. A sick god. Black leather engulfed his body with silver chains hanging heavily around his neck. Unruly messy hair draped down his face that ended just above his shoulders. Sharp pointed piercings was ornamented on his ears, followed by a thick black leather collar with silver, bloody protruding spikes.

"Syaoran-kun?"

The mans smile turn upward, baring two sharp fangs protruding from his mouth. " Sakura my love…. Syaoran is dead."

Sakura could not know why, but her mind was screaming and telling her to 'run' but her feet remained glued to the concrete ground. "H-How-" she managed to choke out.

The maniacal smile grew bigger. He brushed the long messy hair out of his eyes exposing his ice-golden eyes. They clashed with terrified emerald. "I've missed you, Sakura. Missed holding you, kissing you," his eyes narrowed and his dark pupils shifted into a blade-like shape.

"I've yearned for you. Dreamt so many dreams of taking you, possessing you…. Fulfilling my wildest desires upon you."

He was in front of her now, centimetres away from her lips. " I want to taste you." His tongue ran over her dry, trembling lips.

She could smell the fresh blood on his breath.

"No!" she screamed pushing away from him. She backed away and began to run.

The cat-like eyes watched her form disappeared in the dense fog. " Keep running my love, it only makes your blood more sweeter."

Sakura kept running. The fog was blinding her vision, as where her tears. 'Wake up Sakura! Wake up!' She screamed at her self. 'That wasn't Syaoran-kun. That wasn't Syaoran-kun! He'd never do that'

She felt his presence. He was stalking her, like his prey. She ran and ran with all the fear in her belly, while he walked briskly behind her, smiling like deranged maniac, enthralled with his new toy.

Oh how he'd love to squeeze her.

Realizing his pace was not changing, Sakura panicked and ran to a side building with a long metal ladder leading to a high extending staircase. The metal was cold and slippery under her hands, but her senses were numb. She climbed and climbed, trying to escape her minds, tormentor. She ran up one flight of stairs after another.

She paused for a moment as she reached to top, looking down on the ground below. She searched for the black cloaked figure hidden in the thick fog, but saw nothing.

She turned only to find him standing in front of her.

"Surprise!"

Sakura screamed ands nearly fell backwards, only to be caught in his steel like grip. " Now, now, we wouldn't want all that good blood to go to waste now, would we?"

Before she could reply, she was thrown into the wall, pushed up against it like a bug on the windshield. He pressed his cold body against hers, enjoying the feeling of her writhe and squirm against him. Blood trickled down her forehead and she moaned in pain. He got excited and his hands pinned her hands to the wall. She tried to kick him away, but he managed to slip between them, driving his knee up against her thigh.

He leaned forward and began to lick the small line of blood around her chin and upward. Sakura yelped as his knee drove up further and forcefully, causing her body to buck uncomfortably.

Between the terror and the need to escape, she found her body leading, to another thrill. Arousal

He held her pinned, with one hand while the other explored. His hand ran up her thighs and under, brushing his knuckles against her aroused area. She whimpered as the sensation, began to blindly make her succumb to his demands. But she still tried to drive him away. "Let me go…" she whimpered. "Please.."

He growled and lowered his head to her neck "Say it again love." His voice was almost raspy.

His hands traveled to her breasts, forcefully cupping them and holding them tight. She whimpered louder now. " Please."

He licked the side of her neck. " Again."

"Please."

He brought his head up and looked in her eyes. She gasped as his eyes turned into a blood red, and the pupils where hardly visible. " Once more.."

Her eyes were transfixed with his, unable to close or to turn away.

"Please"

It a matter of seconds, his eyes flashed hungrily, and he opened his wide mouth baring his long white fangs. With a feral growl, he violently forced her harder into the wall. Before she could scream, his fangs pierced into the artery on her neck.

Sakura's eyes opened with shock. Sweat trickled down her face and soaked her pyjamas. She groaned and put her head into hands. She closed her eyes tight waiting for her heart to calm its pace. She reached over to her dresser and pulled out an old ancient book. The words " The Clow" were written on it with thick gold letters. She unlocked the book and there sitting in the centre of the pages, was a deck of cards.

A soft glow illuminated from them and a card flew up in front of Sakura's face. She picked up the card and turned it around. The card had " The Dream" written on it.

"Sakura?" a small Osaka accent echoed into the still room.

A small yellow bear with a long lion tail and small wings floated over to her. " It was the dream again, wasn't it?" When she made no response, the bear floated down and sat on her lap.

" If you are so worried about it, call the stupid kid." he whispered bitterly.

"I can't Kero." She rubbed her red, swollen eyes. " I can't." She put the card back into the book and closed it tight. " Every time I call I get 'this number is no longer in service'. I'm worried Kero, why can't I get a hold of Syaoran-kun?"

There was small knock on the door, and the door clicked open. She was in her lilac house coat, and her long dark charcoal coloured hair was strewn. " Sakura-chan?" she whispered. " Are you okay?"

Sakura smiled and put the book away. " Gomen, Tomoyo-chan. Did I wake you two?"

A taller, broad figure appeared behind her, slipping a hand over Tomoyo's shoulder. He pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, his tired cerulean eyes gazed at her fragile form. " Its alright Sakura-chan. I was already up reading some research."

He pushed some of his soft dark hair out his face, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. " But since you were screaming again in your sleep, I'm guessing you had the dream again."

Kero snorted "Give the moron a gold star."

Sakura flicked Kero on the back of his head. " Kero! Be nice to Eriol-kun. He was your previous master before me, you know."

Kero rubbed the back of his head were Sakura had flicked him " Hence the word 'was''

Eriol just smiled and walked over to Sakura. "Did you find out any more info on this character, Sakura?"

Sakura looked down. " The dream was different Eriol-kun, but still the same." She saw the strange look Eriol had on his face. " He said ' Syaoran was dead."

Tomoyo decided to speak up since her boyfriend's face turned the colour of white snow.

"Well it was probably a premonition dream. Maybe this guy is after Syaoran. We should warn him."

Sakura shook her head. " You think I haven't tried that already? I can't get a hold of him." Sakura looked at the pale faced Eriol. " Eriol? I'm worried."

Eriol's hand rubbed the top of Sakura's head is a fatherly gesture. " I'm sure everything will be fine Sakura-chan. I'm sure it won't be long. You'll hear from Syaoran soon."

It has been almost eight years since Sakura had last seen Syaoran Li, the Chinese heir to the Li clan, and the keeper of her heart. Not once had she given up on him. She believed somehow she's meet him again. But these reoccurring dreams were shattering her faith- especially that her enemy looked exactly like her love.

Eriol stood up and walked towards Tomoyo. " Lets go make some herbal tea for Sakura-chan so she can sleep soundly." He turned back face Sakura, as she brought her knees up to her chin. " Did you see anything else about the enemy, what he looked like-"

"Yes."

Eriol turned to face her completely now. Ecstatic to found out more about her foe, but he frowned when she tucked her head further into her knees."

"He's a vampire…"

"Well that might be very useful. If only we knew what he looked like-" He paused when Sakura looked up and stared at him straight in the eyes with a forlorn expression.

"He looks like Syaoran-kun."

Eriol closed the door after he walked out. He sighed heavily and Tomoyo patted him softly on the shoulder. " You are holding strong." She whispered. Eriol took of his glasses and rubbed his temples. " No I'm not. I'm crumbling." He looked into Tomoyo's amethyst eyes. " I can't keep lying to her Tomoyo, I can't."

"I know." She whispered solemnly. " But if we tell her the truth, she might just give up…"

He looked at her. " Giving up is not what I'm worried about. Her heart will shatter. How I am I supposed to tell her that Syaoran will never return, with out her falling to pieces? And now this enemy of hers even looks like him."

Tomoyo looked down to her hands. " She's been waiting for him for eight years to return, like he promised. And now he'll never return. Ever."

"Syaoran Li is dead."

Meiling Li sat at a bar in a smoke filled pub. She crossed her long ivory legs and pushed a long strand of her raven black hair behind her ears. She wore a tight red mini-skirt dress that accented her every curve. The Bartender walked up to her drying a beer glass with worn out white cloth. " What would you like miss?"

Her crimson red eyes glanced up and the bartender lazily, and to the mirror behind him. " Anything that'll kill me on this very spot." She drawled out. " Or maybe, I'll just kill you instead." she said glancing at the mirror. The Bartender blinked when he saw a tall figure in long black trench coat hovering over her figure, but in the mirror, it showed no reflection of him.

She twirled her bar stool around. " Oh that's right. You are already dead!"

The figure shook his wet chestnut hair out. His emotionless amber eyes looked at her dryly. " Don't make a scene Meiling."

Meiling smiled coldly and turned back around to face the bartender as he passed her a tall glass of green liquid. She sniffed the contents. ' Whoa, that smells downright nasty.' She took a sip anyways. " Don't make a scene, he says. Right! This coming from the jerk-off who has no reflection."

Even though she saw nothing in the mirror, she could feel his stone hard gaze on the back of her head.

"Did you get the money Meiling?"

She took another sip of her drinks, savouring the bitter taste in her mouth. She licked her lips, as she already felt a buzz in the back of her head. " Yes, I got your fucking money Syaoran." she twirled back around on her stool, this time a little too fast.

" But next time, I ain't dressing up like a mother fucking whore, just so I can get you, some money. Jesus, couldn't you just dress up like a clown and play the banjo on the streets, so generous wealthy people could slip you some change…or drugs."

The silent dry look on Syaoran's face told her, her sarcasm was not appreciated at this moment. She smiled at the sight though. He can be such a tight wad.

"So tell me Skippy, what do you need all the cash for?" She smiled and winked at him knowing the answer.

Syaoran closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. " I'm not going because of her-"

Meiling smiled and pinched his pale cheeks. " Yes. You. Are." she sung, " You are going to Japan, to save her after all."

"I'm more of danger to her than I ever was." His eyes narrowed darkly and the his pupil shifted into a blade shape.

"Right. Right. Just because you learned some jiffy inhuman moves and grew long pointy fangs. Excuses! I say you want her to take her, taste her, fuck her-"

"You are so incredible crude when you are drunk."

"-and ride her like a bucking bronco-"

Syaoran reached over to attempt to take the drink away from her. She pulled back. " Suck my balls Syaoran!" She ignored his raised eyebrow. " You might want to sink your teeth into her but you lust for her. You always have." She took another sip of her vile drink. "I mean, I did catch you jerking off to her pic-"

"That was then, this is now, Meiling. Two years ago, yes, I would have jumped at the opportunity being able to see her again. Being able to hold her in my arms- but that was two years ago- That was before I watched my family be ripped apart by some feral animal. I wanted revenge on that demon and I asked for it, and this what I got!"

"Immortal life for the rest of eternity, yearn to drink blood, a walker in the shadows- even though the whole sunlight thing is a myth, you still remain in the dark. Get a sun tan, why don't you. You're way too pale."

"Do you enjoy mocking me and the life I am condemned with?"

She turned around on him eyes ablaze. " It was my fucking family too Syaoran! Stop being so god damn selfish and realize… this is hard for me."

Syaoran's cold eyes softened. He placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it softly. Meiling turned and looked at the mirror, seeing no hand but feeling it there. " Nope, I take it back. This is harder to get use to."

Syaoran sighed as she passed him the envelope of money. As wealthy as his family was, once they died, the entire Li Corp went into bankruptcies. Meiling, had to suffer between them. "I'll be fine Syaoran," reading his thoughts. " I've got a full-time job now. Pays not the greatest, but I'm managing. Get going now, you walking corpse"

He nodded and looked back at her dress. He shook his head as he walked away. " Get changed Meiling, you look like a whore."

She turned around again and gave him her finger to his retreating form.

" Call me when you plan the wedding!" She called out, only to see his head whip around angrily as he faded into the crowds. She snickered and turn back to the bar. She drowned the last drop of that bitter green liquid, and slammed her glass down on the bars counter.

The Bartender gave her a very odd look.

She smiled. " If anyone asks, I was hallucinating that entire conversation about my dead cousin being a vampire, because of this…. drink." The Bartender just gave her a wary look. She licked her lips again as realization hit her in the face.

"Gimme another."

A/N: So there is chapter one.

I have a real sweet tooth for vampires. But mostly, I like tormented vampires ( and arrogant/saracstic/broody ones too) So, Syaoran is the complete package.

Next Chapter you really get a view on how Syaoran copes with his vampire self.

Should I continue? Review and tell me.

Cerridwen