BLOODLUST: When Midnight Strikes
Author:XxblackwingsxX
Beta-Reader: Irrevocable Truth (Leona!)
Rated:T
Summary: He is a dhampir who was betrayed by his fellow kind and found shelterthrough some vampire hunters. She is an ordinary school girl with an unclear past. Two paths met and as one, they started walking on the road of mystery, deceit and above all… love.
Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice is not and will never be mine.
Author's Note: My inspiration for this fic are the following: Vampire Hunter D, Vampire Knight, Van Hellsing, Unerworld, Constantine and a few other vampire stories. :)
I want to thank and at the same time give my apologies those who supported the 'old' bloodlust. I do hope you'd like the revised version. Special thanks to my beta (Leona), who stayed with me through thick and thin. Hahaha! (Drama, much?)
Constructive criticisms, reviews, opinions and suggestions are very much welcome. :D
Introduction
He stared at those teary, glistening chocolate orbs which his crimson ones were piercing with intensity. She had the same eyes as her yet he knew she wasn't the same as the woman who died in his arms. No, he said to himself, she was different.
"Are you afraid?" he asked, his voice was hoarse.
He heard her heart's abrupt acceleration more clearly than before, the rhythmic throbs of her pulse and the flooding of the rushing blood on her cheeks.
He knew that his bloodlust was near. He knew and he was struggling for control.
He was fighting the primitive side of him. He was fending himself to want her.
Her, not just her blood.
"N-no…"
His throat was starting to dry and his needwas overwhelming but when he heard the weak, pleading sound of her voice saying she was out of breath, he somehow drifted back to consciousness. He instantly freed her from his hold.
He locked his jaw and directed his eyes to the ceiling. Gathering his wits, he released a ragged breath.
It was bizarre at first that he felt such strong attraction to a mere human, whom most of his kind thought of as food. He knew too well that she was special. Her natural scent – like morning dew mixed with lemon drops, was enough to send him in a whirlwind of emotions. It was genuine. Just like her.
When he brought her in his arms a couple of seconds ago, his already slim sheet of control thinned yet he couldn't bring himself to hurt her, to draw her blood with his bare teeth. He was afraid that he might not be able to stop himself and he'd bleed her dry. He couldn't afford to lose her. It was - no, he was formidable.
"Natsume."
Her voice broke his track of thought and brought his gaze back to her pale face.
Then a stark realization hit him.
Given the fact that she wasn't as stunning as the girl he once loved, he could easily point out her flaws. But despite those imperfections, he knew she was all he ever wanted. He mused at his own thinkingand was appalled that he caught himself studying her. She had dark arched brows, almond-shaped hazel eyes framed with lush black lashes, prominent cheek bones graced with a suiting nose and rosy lips that looked too sensual to resist.
He shook his head. It was inappropriate to think of those things since the brunette was already silently crying in front of him.
After a month of being in her company, he concluded that she wasn't the type to weep because of a simple encumbrance, for her mind power and self-control matched his.
But she was doing just that now and he didn't even know what the problem was.
"What are you crying for? Have you finally realized how dangerous I am?" he asked. His voice was guarded.
"I-It's no-nothing…" she stuttered in reply.
Was she taking him as an insensitive jerk? "I don't believe you," he replied. His brows were almost meeting. "Tell me the truth."
"Please… I just-I don't know what to call this. I'm afraid not at you but…" Her voice was cracked and she looked upat him, her eyes as smoldering as his. Heat jolted and churned inside him.
"But what?" he asked roughly.
He heard her deep intake of air and the next thing he heard sent chills of arousal down his spine. He hadn't expected that she'd say it with great certainty, opposing the skeptic figure she had presented him seconds ago.
"I'm afraid of myself because Natsume, I've been wanting you to kiss me."
