Vampiress's pleasure, an Amuto fic rewritten

by The-Fantastic-Story-Writer

Amu smiled, intertwining her fingers with Ikuto's own. This was the life she wanted. To be by his side, with him as my lover. We may be the villans of every story, but in our own, we are alone. (Abandoned)

1. Blood and dreams to

Amu

I lay on my bed, wearing an overlarge T-shirt and underwear. The summer heat was unbearable, the stifling room even worse. With a sigh, I opened the porch door, letting a cool summer breeze wash my pale body. I rubbed my damp, sticky arm with my other hand, thankful for the cooling breeze that wafted it's way into my room. I glanced at my mirror. Bloodred lips captured my attention. I pressed a finger to my lips, worried. Not cracked. Yet. Deep amber-honey-gold eyes gazed at me, contrasting against my creamy skin. Long, pink bangs obscured my view, and I tucked it behind my ear. Tired, I flopped onto the thin sheets, sleep claiming me.

Ikuto

Amu looked rather uncomfortable as she slept, muttering, tossing, turning. I quietly slipped into her room, looking around. A silver glimmer tugged my eyes toward the desk. A pencil on an open notebook. Curiosity sparked, I headed over to the desk, pock up the notebook, and began to read

"-His azure eyes stared at my own. Long, slender fingers tangle themselves into my hair." I missed you," he murmured, lips brushing against my skin, flesh heating up at the simple contact. I tilted my head up to his, letting my lips slightly graze his own before-"

I put down the notebook, aggravated. She didn't finish. I strode over to her sleeping form, smiling. Amu shifted my way lightly, making me freeze. "Nnn… I'd ca-wait! " Amu whimpered, trembling. Might as well get it over with, before she wakes screaming, and my opportunity is ruined. Cradling her soft from to my chest, I tilted her head to the side. My lips brushed against her neck, tenderly kissing the area. Bending down closer, I opened my mouth slightly. My fangs pierced her skin, sliding deep into the relaxed muscles. Crimson blood spilled slightly, dripping down her neck. Mmm, delicious, like nothing I ever tasted before. Greed comes over me like a sin, and I eagerly drank the liquid, some spilling. Pulling away, I stopped, horrified. Wiping the blood off my mouth with a sleeve, I picked up her and her charas. Without looking back, I stole into the night.