Blood Thirst

Inspirational Music: Ross Copperman's entire CD. Mostly the song They'll Never Know.

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Blood Thirst

By MoshiMoshiQueen

"Characters' Conversations"

(Author's Comments)

Last Time on Blood Thirst:

We entered a lightless world where only the ignorant entered the darkness of night. After Syaoran couldn't save an innocent girl from the creatures, he ran into another. Little does he know that she's hiding a secret; She too is a vampire.

This Time on Blood Thirst:

She awoke surrounded by darkness. Despite this, she couldn't open her eyes. She tried opening her green orbs slowly, but sleep was still causing her trouble. She couldn't quite focus. Her head felt heavy and she couldn't get her limbs to rise. Her throat felt parched. She had silently cried herself to sleep and her eyes felt as dry as a desert. She closed them as she felt the same tears she cried last night fill her eyes.

Her skin felt chilled. Goosebumps rose upon her limbs. Would she always feel this cold? Would she always feel this dead? She didn't feel alive anymore. She couldn't feel her heartbeat, her blood pump or herself breath. She knew she had to be doing these things, but couldn't feel it. She felt nothing. She didn't even feel relieved at being saved by the hunter. She wished he had killed her too.

She had wanted him to plunge his knife into her heart. She wanted to feel her own blood drip down her body. Maybe then she would feel warmth-the own warmth of her blood. She wanted to feel death, so she could be free from her curse. She felt broken inside.

She opened her eyes again and felt tears fall down her pale cheeks. She was still wearing her blue dress, but it looked limp. Her body had wrinkled it. Her shoes were left lifelessly on the oak wood floor and the strings were tangled.

Wrapped around her body was a black blanket that must have been provided by the hunter. Her head rested upon a feather pillow. Despite the blanket, she still felt cold inside. She looked up at the ceiling as tears continued to pour from her eyes. It felt like the energy had been drained out of her. She was left feeling weary and somnolent.

There was a fan above her head. It was made out of a dark wood and there were four lights attached to it. She watched it spin as time ticked past. Cold air was pushed towards her limp body by the revolving blades.

She shivered underneath the blanket and her face felt frozen. Her tears felt like ice crystals upon her cheeks. She looked around the room for a moment. The ceilings were very high. Every window was completely covered by dark drapes. There were wooden floors and dark painted walls. There were few pictures. The rare pictures she had seen had lifeless forms on them. No human faces. No life in them.

There was a staircase that led up to what she suspected to be the hunter's room. On the lower floor was the front room where she laid, a kitchen, a guest room and a bathroom. She didn't mind the dark. In fact, she needed it to survive, but she wondered why the hunter surrounded himself by the darkness.

Did he want to live like the vampires he killed? Was he trying to get into their head by following their habits? Was he too as lifeless as her? Did he feel the cold and death she felt?

She removed the blanket from her body. It wasn't helping her anyways. Her feet hit the ground as she tried to pull her body up. Her hands laid lifelessly at her side. Her hair was limp upon her face and she tried running a hand through it. She put her fingers to her temple and felt the headache spread and pound.

She closed her eyes again and sighed. Pushing herself off of the gray couch she then walked slowly towards the bathroom. She felt like she was floating. The floors were cold and smooth, but she didn't feel it. She wanted to rub her palms upon it just to see if she could feel anything, but knew that it was useless to even try. She was dead to this world. She couldn't feel the pleasure of a smooth floor.

The door creaked as it opened. She dared to turn on the lights. It blinded her. Her head pounded louder. She wanted to cry, but she didn't have any tears left in her. She placed her palms upon the white sink and felt her head fall. She couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror. She knew that she wouldn't see anything. She had lost her reflection and her identity.

She had managed to create two more tears and she heard them fall upon the smooth, white surface of the bathroom sink. She opened her eyes and felt herself strip down. Her blue dress pooled at her feet and she removed her under garments. She was naked as she felt inside. She felt raped of her emotions- raped of her soul.

The marks on her neck were the only thing on her body that had color. They looked like they glowed a vicious red.

She felt blood rush to the spot. A cry tore from her mouth as she ran out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. She searched the drawers until she found what she was looking for. There was a gleam in her hand as she ran back towards the bathroom.

In her hand was a sharp blade. She raised it to her neck and in one smooth move made a cut over the fang marks. She didn't cry out because she felt no pain. She wanted to remove the marks. She couldn't stand feeling them upon her neck.

As she felt herself start to heal, she cut at the wound again. She started to cry again. Could she never remove these fang marks? She cut herself over and over again. Blood spilled out from her neck and the white bathroom was slowly turning red. She felt blood run down her body and fall upon her feet. She dropped the knife upon the tiled floor and heard it cling. She made bloody foot prints as she walked towards the shower.

She turned the water on as hot as it went. The blood mixed with the water and ran towards the drain. She curled herself up into a ball. Her wounds stung and the water made it feel as she poison was seeping into her blood stream. She cried out over and over again. She sounded like a wounded animal and that is exactly how she felt.

She stopped the water just in time to hear rapid footsteps. She stepped out of the shower and felt the water drip down her body. She picked up the knife and tossed it in the lower, bathroom cabinet.

She opened the bathroom door and steam rolled out of the room. She was ready for the hunter to kill her. She closed her eyes and waited from him to stab her. She wanted to feel his blade pierce her heart.

She was surprised when she felt arms wrap around her limp body instead. She couldn't seem to hear what he was saying as he cradled her body in his arms. He picked her up and ran towards his couch. He sat her down gently and slowly moved her hair out of her face. She looked at him, but she couldn't understand what was going on. Confusion filled her senses.

She watched him run to his kitchen and slam open up a cabinet door. He grabbed bandages and then ran towards her. He put Neosporin and other healing herbs upon her neck and bandaged the wound. He covered her naked body with the blanket and she just blinked. He seemed to be asking her questions, but she couldn't understand anything.

She felt him run a warm cloth over her neck and shoulders. He was trying to wash away so of the remaining blood stains.

She tried to speak, but she had no voice. She felt her fangs in her mouth with her tongue and felt limp again. She cocked her head as he ran his hand over her hair once again. Concern was written upon his features. His hair was messy and his eyes were still trying to clear themselves from sleep. He wore only a pair of black pajama pants. His chest was bare. Both his chest and his pants had gotten damp from her wet body.

She lifted her hand to touch his chest. She searched for a heart beat and felt one. He looked up at her in confusion. He put his hand over hers and she finally felt some warmth enter into her body for the first time.

He was very toned. His muscles were defined and seemed like they were sculpted into his body. His heart beat loudly against her hand. She couldn't seem to breath.

They stayed like that for a while and then he spoke again, "I should have noticed that you were injured last night. The wound reopened didn't it?"

She could only nod. The confusion slowly started to melt away. He thought the other vampire had hurt her. Her hand fell away from his chest and rested upon her neck. Had she removed the fang marks? Why didn't they heal as fast as the wounds she self-inflicted had?

"I'm sorry I didn't notice last night," he repeated himself, as if he was trying to snap her out of her dream world. He then stood up and walked away again. She heard his footsteps, but didn't let her eyes follow his form.

He retuned once again and handed her a black notebook with a rose upon it. He then handed her a pen. "You voice box must have been damaged last night. You can use this. Will you speak to me?"

She looked in his amber orbs and nodded. Sitting up, she then opened up the book slowly and rubbed her fingers upon the pages. She picked up the pen in her right hand and felt herself write. The pen scratched against the paper and the sound echoed through out the room.

"I'm lost."

She didn't even know what that meant exactly. Her life was lost? Her soul was lost? Emotionally, was she lost? Had she been trying to remove the fang marks? Or had she been trying to take her life? Was she so messed up that she didn't know? So messed up that she couldn't tell the difference?

He took a while to answer. "I'm lost too. I think we all are."

She flickered her eyes up at him and tears started to roll down her cheeks once again. He wrapped his arms around her once again and let her body rest upon his. He ran his hand through her wet locks and murmured words that she couldn't her. Her body was racked with emotions. She felt like she was convulsing. Her mouth couldn't even form any sound. She rested her head upon his shoulder and felt her tears run down upon his skin.

"It's all right. You're going to be all right," he murmured.

But, she wasn't all right. Nothing was going to be right ever again. She was a monster; the same monster that he had sworn to destroy. She cried harder at the though. He was helping his own enemy.

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­Syaoran felt the young woman fall asleep in his arms. She had cried for an entire hour. He had felt the sobs and pain seep from her body. Her tears were still wet upon his chest. He slowly had inched her towards the couch so she could lay down. He cradled her head in his lap and continued to run his hand through her locks.

He rewrapped the blanket around her naked form. What was her story? Did she have any family? Or was she truly lost like she had written? Being attacked by the vampire had taken an extreme toll on her. She had not only lost her voice, but she had also lost the will to live.

When he had seen her standing there, blood and water dripping from her body, he had felt himself cry out for her. He had felt like he too had been dying. She had looked just like death.

It had been such a long time since he held another human being in his arms. He didn't let himself get attached to people, because he knew they never stuck around long. He had lost his entire family years ago in a fire. They had been stuck in the battle of humans against vampires, just like he was now, and they had lost. The battle never seemed to be getting closer to an end.

He looked at the girl in his arms and let himself drift back to a time in his early teen years when life had been free for love and kind emotions. Since his family's death he had thought he had lost the ability to feel love, but the girl in his arms had proved him wrong.

When he had seen her stand there lifeless in the doorway of his bathroom, he had felt his heart lurch and fall. He thought all of those emotions had been destroyed in the fire with his family. He had been wrong.

He knew that he had to heal this girl if it was the last thing he did. He had to repair the damage that life had brought down on her. He wanted her to smile at him and to speak to him. He wanted to feel warmth spread through out her body.

For the first time since the fire, he had another mission besides disposing of vampires. He was going to help the young woman in his arms. He was going to keep trying to rid the world of darkness, so that his girl could feel the light and love that he had felt when he picked her up.

(Note: I'm sure you guys are going to think that I rushed the love thing too fast, but note that I didn't say he was in love with Sakura, just that she made him feel love again. There is a difference. There's the love where you want to get married and life happily ever after and there is the love where you truly feel one hundred percent close to a person and want to protect them from everything that is wrong with the world.)

After fifteen minutes or so, Syaoran slide the young woman's head down upon the pillow and lifted himself from the couch. He walked past the wet and bloody footprints to his bathroom and was shocked. All of this blood was from that tiny female?

He crouched down and rubbed his finger through one of the puddles of the girl's blood. He felt death echoing through out the bathroom. He stood up slowly and walked towards the bathroom closet to get cleaning supplies.

For hours he tried to remove all of the blood and water that stained the bathroom floors. He didn't want her waking up to remember this horror again. He didn't want her seeing her own life spilled upon his bathroom floors.

He rubbed and sprayed. He washed and cleaned. He was tired from his head to his toes, but he had removed every spec of blood from the bathroom and front room. He had thrown all of the bloody towels and cleaning supplies away. He replaced the bandaged and healing herbs back into the kitchen as well.

He removed the rest of his clothing and entered the shower. He felt the tension melt away from his shoulder blades as the warm water trickled down his blades. He ran his tired fingers through his hair and breathed in the warm steam. He felt his lungs open up.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wonder way. His ears perked up as he heard the bathroom door open. He didn't move a muscle, even as the shower door open and the girl stepped in. He was completely aware of her naked form. He felt his eyes widen a little as she handed him a piece of paper.

It simply said, "Thank you."

He looked confused as she turned it over. The water was slowly seeping into the paper and smudging the print.

"Make me feel again."

He let the paper fall from his fingertips. It seeped into a puddle on the shower floor. The print was washed away and soon was the paper as it traveled towards the drain.

He searched her emerald orbs as she put her hand upon his chest to feel his heart once again.

He didn't know how to react emotionally, but his body reacted for him. He reached out and touched her face and her bandaged neck. He then cupped her face and brought her lips towards his. When their lips met, sparks seemed to fly. They both became more and more desperate as the kiss deepened. Syaoran pressed her harder upon the shower wall.

He pulled away from her to breathe and he said, "Make me feel again too."

She kissed him once again and his voice pleaded, "Please. Please make me feel."

And so, she did.

Q and A Section

Q: First off, wow is all that I can say. A: Thanks. I worked hard on this.

Q: Now on to the questions. Didn't you say that Syaoran didn't see any blood on Sakura in the last chapter?

A: Yes, I did.

Q: So, why did he think that the vampire made the wound?

A: The human mind tries to rationalize things. He wouldn't want to picture this young girl trying to cut away at a fang wound. He wouldn't want to imagine her trying to take her own life. Your mind tries to shield you away from painful things like that.

Q: So it's easier to think that he missed the wound than to think that she was trying to kill herself?

A: Basically. It's human nature.

Q: What was with the note in the middle of the story? How come you didn't wait to answer the love question here?

A: I thought it was necessary to let the readers into my thought process. I didn't want them to stop reading and think "Oh, just another writing moving their relationship too fast." I knew they were going to think even worse of me after that love making scene, so I tried to head off the comments.

Q: What was with that love scene anyways?

A: Sakura and Syaoran are searching for basic emotions here. They are two people who have been stripped of all emotions. Sakura is searching for life while Syaoran is searching for meaning. They needed to make love to try to make them realize that they are still alive; they can still feel.

Q: So, what are your vampire rules? Have you figure them out?

A: Well as you can tell. My vampires can heal faster than normal humans. To be killed they have to be staked in the heart by a silver blade or be decapitated. Their eyes change colors when they drinking and feeding. Sometimes if they are really evil they change colors forever. They can't wait around during the daytime.

Q: So, is Sakura's wound going to just heal? Will the fang marks still show?

A: You will have to wait and see. I'm not giving it away.

Q: Why didn't you use Sakura's name in the chapter?

A: I'm glad you noticed that. I don't want to start using her name until she actually introduces herself to Syaoran. She has to come to terms with herself. Right now she feels as if she is broken and has no identity. Giving her name to Syaoran will be the first step towards the recovery of her soul and identity.

Q: So, Sakura can be cured? She can gain those things back?

A: Again, I am not giving anything away! Just tune in for next time!

Q: Aw, I hate you.

A: I hate you too, sweety! Please read and review. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. Oh, take notice that I did edit the last chapter. I accidentally let Sakura look in the mirror to see her fangs. Ha ha. Just like me to forget that vampires don't have a reflection! Anyways please review. This was one of my longest chapters ever. So, I'm pretty proud. There is always more to come. Note again, of course, this doesn't mean I will update my other fanfics. I always wait for inspiration and it doesn't always from in a timely fashion. Also, be lucky you are reading this right now. I was going to wait until I let one of my beta readers read this, but I just couldn't wait that long!