Diva loved how he tasted. She loved how he was so sweet and sour and spicy all at once…and how she wanted him.
Oh, God. She wanted him more than anything she had ever wanted in her whole life. More than the broken dolls that scattered like butterflies over her long, large, empty room. More than the long white dress Karl had just bought her. The one he'd spent almost 2,000 American dollars on even, the one she would wear and let him see her in…
Riku. Riku was her one savior from the darkness she felt inside. Her darkness had come from those years and years she had spent locked in that tower while Saya lay down on that soft, silky grass and in that house with those people that had tasted like the candy vodkas she asked for sometimes...but better.
Diva let her long black hair settle around her waist as she dropped her nightgown to the ground and stepped into the dress, eyes glowing like fiery pistols at night in the water. Oh…he would taste so good. She could barely stand how good it would be to bite that round little childish neck of his…
"Karl."She hissed through parched lips. "Karl. I'm ready."
All the girl could remember as she tore through that ship, was the feel of annoyance at all these little people attacking her with shooting-machines and knifes and ridiculous stupid things and excuses and screams as she tore them out of her way one by one in a crimson haze. She longed to put her lips to the neck of them, of the ones who's eyes glittered with pure crystal fear behind the shields of piled up bravery and strength that had been used as handholds for so long. Instead she took his shoes, the blue ones. They clashed with her dress, but would Riku even care?
The thought bit. She wanted him to laugh with her. Laugh with her and point at the shoes and just laugh as she sucked him dry and dry again until her never ending thirst was quenched. Diva needed him to love her. She needed it more than the agonized look on Saya's porcelain face, or the taste of blood. She would give up anything, her looks, her dolls, her Chevalier…just to be like that with him.
When he had walked into that lone castle room, Diva had felt her heart stop and skip its non-existent beats at his voice, his sweet, innocent call of:
"Saya-neechan!" Untainted with the guilt of drugs or sin as so many other fourteen year old boys. That call had been joyous…and he wanted to hear that voice again, but to her now.
Diva could feel the boy in her veins; she knew exactly where he was right away. Her eyes grew wide with need and hope and anxiety.
"You can't hide from me!" she screamed with laughter at his fear, how his heartbeat accelerated like a rabbits up to the point where she swore he was one.
Then there was the room. The empty, ugly, brown one where she heard the familiar ring of his sweet voice.
"Saya? Is that you?"
She was so close.
Then there he was, right in front of her like a glowing lighthouse on a rugged sea. She wanted to sob out loud, something she had never done. She felt her insides bursting as that fear took over his features, as the dress seemed to fall away and as she put her lips on his and held on tight to the pent-up tears inside. The ones he could spare.
The ones she couldn't.
Come on Riku my love.
It's time to go.