Blood red eyes stared down into the amber yellow depths of the glass. Her own eyes reflected back shivering as the water moved in her trembling hand, disgusted she threw her head back downing the contents in a soft gulp. She chuckled to herself sounding throatier due to the burn of the strong alcohol. The bartender that had been persistently trying to cut her off glanced nervously. His dark eyes snapping up and down her small form, her hand delicately wrapped around the glass protectively in response.

"Refill." Yuki said pushing her glass wavering on the stool dangerously, her eyes locking with the dark brown eyes of the bartender challenging him to cut her off. He was younger than him she thought. Black hair and tanned a complete opposite. This made her happy she smiled warmly at him. Yes you are nothing like him. When he made no move to fill her glass she slammed the glass with a little more force than she meant to. He immediately snapped into action sweating under the heat of her gaze she could see the droplet dribble down his jaw disappearing down into his collarbone. Her eyes snapped back at the feeling of liquid dripping from her fingers. Fumbling with the bottle the young boy apologized profusely producing a napkin to wipe her hand. Blinking she took the napkin staring down at the crumpled lilac colour, probably left over from a function of some sort. Hot wet tears streamed down her face before she even realized the significance. Yuki brought the small soiled wrist to her lips licking the stream of bitter liquid all the while balling the napkin in a tiny fist. The bartender gave nervous side glances at the display wondering if this girl was all there in the head.

A hot hand brought her back to earth it grabbed her playfully by the middle ghosting over a bruise that made her wince before she could stop. "Yuki come dance!" a voice twinkled in her ear, she turned her tears already wiped clear of her face. Yori pulled insistently at Yuki's hand urging her forward. "I will, let me just finish my drink" Yuki said sculpting a smile onto her face. Yori glanced at the drink "Please… You've been hanging around the bar all night." Yori stated, looking disapprovingly at the drink nestled between her fingers. The drink trembled between her fingers as a wave of annoyance hit her harder than she was likely to admit. Tugging at her arm again Yori continued "You can't just let him control you like this, he broke up with you Yuki you can't still be agonizing over him! You need to move on, please come dance and forget about him". Yuki's hand tightened around her friend's hand resisting the urge to dig her nails in it. How humiliating, her face grew hot as Yori told her straight. Her friend was always blunt and sharp that was her charm although it wasn't very charming at all at this very second. She could feel that bartender's eyes on her probably eavesdropping on everything that slipped Yori's lips. Willing her drunk face she forced her drooping lids to open, sat up straighter and whispered in a short tone knowing this will shut up her stupid friend.

Takeshi stared at the glass he had been cleaning for a good five minutes, the brunette's actions becoming much clearer as he snuck glances at the two friends. A giggle caught his attention once again as he locked eyes with the brunette, no Yuki her friend had said. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as her friend giggled at whatever she was whispering into her ear. Her friend looked him up and down a smirk on her lips. He could feel his face burn under their gazes as he stumbled to put the glass under the counter.

"I'll leave you and Takeshi to it then" Yori announced fighting to keep the smile from her lips she winked once at Yuki before disappearing through the crowd. Thank god for name tags was all Yuki thought as her face darkened, the damn bartender was looking at her again. She sent him a glare. So what I used you? You shouldn't have tried to cut me off she thought as she downed the drink hiccupping once. She stepped off the stool fully intending to ditch this place before she drunk herself into a fury, or worse into Takeshi's bed.

Making a beeline through the bustling crowd their faces all jagged edges as the lights light them up in weird angles. Their limbs flying out in perfect timing to the beat. Limbs brushed her by accident she thought at first before they became more firm and more directed a brush of her backside here a grab of a breast there. Furious she pushed her way more forcefully through the bodies keeping an eye out for Yori. She glanced behind her making sure her friend would not see her exiting. Not looking where she was going she tripped over the velvet rope barricading the stairs to what she assumed was the VIP lounge.

She felt her head spin no help from the amount of alcohol swimming in her system. "Oh your almost ready, hey are you okay?" Yuki looked up from the floor her vision blurred from the strobe lights of the dance floor. A pale face glanced down at her concerned. "Yeah I'm fine" she muttered eager to get rid of her savior. Yuki clutched at the sticky floor only then noticing she had knocked over a box, its innards spilled in a flurry around her. She picked up a bright neon feather bower that had snuck its way around her wrist. "No need for that, he is more… old fashioned." Yuki stared at the blonde man's face taking him in for the first time, a spine tingling laugh bubbled out of his lips as if what he said was some sort of in-joke. His eyes pierced down at her frowning when she stood up, the feather boa slid weightlessly into the pile of tacky sequence clad clothes. Blue eyes regarded her narrowing in confusion "What you're wearing looks fine, actually he will love this." Her skin crawling as he studied the tight dress, the front layered thinly like the petals of a budding rose The back was spun with an intricate series of thin straps that always seemed to get tangled on the coat hanger and the bottom clung to her hips stopping just below her knees. The dress was far too formal for a club such as this but she had let Yori dress her not even bothering to dwell in front of a mirror to check her appearance was up to par. "Blood red you didn't have to make it so obvious" He laughed again expecting her to join. When she didn't he took her hand in his gently, trying to lead her down the hall. She tugged her hand to free it, the blue eyes searched for her eyes confused "Hey, don't be scared it will be fine. He's not that scary". He? Who is he? She wanted to say but a wave of nausea hit her. Her feet swayed and she clutched wildly to steady herself that just happened to be the stranger's chest. He froze in response gently correcting her hand to his arm. She clutched it like a life line and swore she would never drink again. "Thanks, I better go" Yuki mumbled wincing as her stomach churned warningly. He's eyes lit up at that and took her hand in his "Yes that's a good girl everybody's waiting" before she could process his misconception he was leading her up the stairs briskly.

She focused on putting one leg in front of the other was this the exit? Her brain couldn't process anything at the moment. Then they entered a darkly lit room, she could feel eyes watching her from the darkness, her eyes adjusted slowly and she realized she was in a room of men. They lounged on couches staring at her curiously. Three were sitting together wine bottles scattered around their feet. They must have gone through at least twenty before she came. One sat alone furthest from her.

Suddenly her slow brain put the pieces together. "Oh, no I think your mis-" a hand clamped over her mouth the blond looked at her icily. "Kuran sama your birthday present" he said expectantly to the seat furthest from her. Cool garnet eyes met with hers briefly, they held hers for the briefest of moments before they raked over her body. She shivered feeling violated his gaze lingered before they turned their gaze behind her. "What is this Hanabusa?" his eyes locked with the blonde with such hostility she was surprised he didn't flinch. He ignored the look and smiled "Don't worry, she's a level b I got some hunter charms to hide her vampire side so she feels human." His lips pulled up into a smirk "Also a virgin". All the eyes turned to the man in the chair at this "It's your birthday I wanted to get you something special." The blonde continued. Yuki's drunk mind took a while to process what was being said, the word virgin floated to the surface of her thoughts. Virgin? She wasn't a virgin? She struggled with the hand over her mouth, she licked the palm and the blondes hand fell jolted away disgusted. She was about to bolt when she felt eyes set on her, she met his gaze unwavering "Oh is that so?" he said taking a long draught from the wine glass his eyes never leaving hers. She froze all her earlier thoughts of escaping just left her head as she stared into those eyes. They looked back at her lazily "she doesn't look very willing" he said staring her down.

The blonde stuttered something behind her but she couldn't hear it. She was in a trance she couldn't look away, those eyes felt like they could see into her soul. Sweat dripped down her back, she could feel it slide down her back. "Come" the brunette said expectantly like a master calling back his dog. She felt her feet step forward without her consent they walked calmly towards him meanwhile her heart jackhammered in her chest. As she got closer she could really see him, his dark inky hair clung to his face in a neat disarray. His face was a milky white that seemed to illuminate in the dark room. But his eyes were out of this world, untamed hunger leeched from them calling her in.

Her legs stopped moving on their own accord as they gently bumped his knee he parted his legs in response pulling her in so she squeezed in between them. Like the popping of a balloon the spell he had over her broke and she realized where she was. She recoiled from his grip trying to rip away but his legs trapped her easily. Long fingers gripped her arms so hard she could feel her bones protest. He crushed her into his chest tangling a hand in her loose hair knotting it between his fingers. She screamed then using her free hand to claw at anything to get away, they found purchase on his long arm drawing red lines down them. She felt his nose tickle her neck her heart spluttered and she froze as she felt a wet sensation at her neck. He was licking her neck. He moaned loudly into the arch of her neck the sound was so primal resonating up from his chest. His dark hair tickled her cheek and she grabbed at it yanking it with such force her chest banged hollowly against his and she felt her teeth clench with the force. He twitched and retaliated by tracing his tongue forcefully down the curve of the muscle. Her skin itched in disgust and panic. The wet glided carving a path into her flesh teasing and prodding the grooves. She gasped in shock her breathing starting to become erratic, strangled sounds bubbled from her mouth. Then the tongue stopped and a gust of air lazily slid from his open mouth cooling the drying saliva down her neck. She recoiled so violently using her whole body weight to push off of him but he yanked her back so hard his chest banged against her and she swore she felt the chair scratch into the floor. He laughed enjoying her struggling. She felt so hopeless. Then her blood ran cold. Teeth scraped against her neck drawing in a fold of her skin and holding it in his mouth. He growled lowly in appreciation at her lack of movement. He released it gently but before she could draw away he licked her so deeply her eyes blurred. Tears pricked her eyes sailing down her cheeks dribbling into her neck he took no notice. Her hands loosened and her body slumped he paused panting into her neck assessing her submission. She opened her eyes as she felt him withdraw from her neck and take her in. Curiosity burned in his eyes and she could swear they glowed. She held his gaze terrified then she forced all the terror to drain from them. Numb she cupped his cheek he licked his lips, his eyes hooding in hunger. Every part of her was still except her stupid heart it felt as if it was derailing inside her chest. She drew him to her until his lips where a hair breathe away from hers. His eyes looked glazed that's when she realized how drunk he was. Impatient he tried to close the distance between their lips but she changed course burying her head into his silky locks. She nuzzled them away until she felt the cool skin of his own throat, she traced the curve with her small tongue just like he had done to her. He gripped her painfully and she felt his chest heave. Encouraged and with the adrenalin coursing through her veins she traced painfully deep into his neck feeling it twitch in response. His hands relaxed resting on her hips his grip was easing. She paused as his breathing came in small pants. Her teeth parted and she clamped on his neck as if her life depended on it. She felt her teeth shift at the strength of the bite. She ripped at the flesh in her mouth and feel it come loose blood spurted into her open mouth. His whole body went rigid beneath her she took her chance and stumbled from his grip falling to the floor. She heard gasps from around her, she had completely forgot about the other people in the room. Her legs clambered to the door as fast as she could and she all but threw herself down the stairs and broke into a sprint. She drew in a strangled breath and choked on the blood still in her mouth. She vomited sometime as she was running, she could feel the sticky residue dry against her skin. Her eyes couldn't focus for long before they blurred with tears she felt surreal and strangely calm. When she could no longer recognize where she was her knees gave way and she fell to the ground shaking.