REVISED Hope you enjoy!
The glossy runway gleamed under the bright lights; columns of plastic chairs filled the whole place. Celebrities, photographers, reporters, designers…etc sat in their respective places, waiting for the show to begin.
Backstage, models were everywhere: changing, touching up, practicing their walk and posing. Everyone, except a boy with terribly messy chestnut hair, did something. He sat on a couch, looking bored.
"Shiki," his manager suddenly appeared out of nowhere, "This is Rima. She'll be walking and doing the final pose with you." She stepped aside, revealing a girl about fourteen years of age.
For a moment, their eyes met. Shiki felt a sudden urge to sink his fangs into her neck, to taste that wonderful liquid underneath, why did I forget to take the blood tablets just now?
Shiki brows furrowed and he narrowed his silver eyes at her. Gah! I need to get away from her. He stood up and walked away, hoping that his thirst would soon fade.
What's up with that glare? He better give me a good explanation for that, Rima followed him.
Shiki staggered down the deserted corridor, his arm on the wall for support. His desire to feed on blood nearly exposed him. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about Rima's creamy white neck.
"Shiki? Do you have something against me? Cuz you weren't exactly friendly." Rima placed a hand on his shoulder, tugging a little to make him face her. His eyes flew wide open before grabbing her wrist hard and throwing it away.
"Leave me alone." He whispered under his ragged breath. Her delicious scent overwhelmed him, making him ravenous.
Rima reached out and turned his head to face her.
Instead of the silver eyes she saw earlier, bloodshot eyes flashed under the dim lightings.
She took a step back and rummaged her bag for something. Her fingers clasp round the familiar plastic box and she held it out to him.
Shiki looked at the box then back at her.
Doesn't she know what I want?
He flung the box away and it broke spilling blood tablets on the floor.
"I'll go get som-" She never got to finish her sentence for Shiki had her pinned to the wall. She could not run; her wrists were stuck behind his palms. As she tried to break free with her strength, the walls trembled and some plaster fell from the ceiling.
Shiki leaned closer to her; lips touching her jaw…Rima closed her eyes.
Just get it over with…
A small gasp escaped from her cherry red lips when his fangs pierced her skin giving him access to the fresh blood that he so wanted. Rima stared straight ahead as he drank ravenously. It hurts.
Shiki licked the wound before turning to look at Rima. She stood silent and inscrutable.
Smiling as he tiled her chin up, her eyes met his and…
"There y-y-you are-" Shiki's manager faltered as she spotted them together, inches away from each other. Recovering from shock, the manager managed to get her words out, " The show's about to start any moment, please get ready."
Shiki reacted by taking Rima's hand and leading her back. They didn't say a word on the way there or when the make up artists fussed about them. There's nothing much to be said is there? Especially not in front of these curious mortals.
The models lined up, Shiki and Rima joined them at the back of the line. Music started, models strut out in pairs. As soon as the second last pair walked back, both of them strode to the translucent screen, posing before heading out to the front. The runway seemed to stretch on forever.
The duo strode to the end, ready to pose. Flashes went off like crazy and Rima felt her head spin, legs giving away…
The impact against the floor never came though, instead she saw a figure leaning over her: Shiki
If you were an audience, you would have thought that they were posing for the camera.
Their position was the last part of a saucy dance, the part where the guy lowers the girl, holding only her waist and leg…
The crowd applauded.
Heading back, Rima felt her cheeks burn hotter and hotter as they reach backstage. She slumped onto the furthest couch and buried her head in her hands.
I'm so dead… Why did I fell on stage?
Shiki sat down beside her and played with a lock of her hair, twirling it between his fingers.
"Please, go away." Rima murmured behind her hands.
"Why should I?" Shiki replied smugly, moving closer to her. He pulled her hands away from her face. Rima bitterly rose from her position and walked towards the exit.
"Rima? Where are you going?" The manager called after her. She caught up with Rima, panting.
"You don't have to tell me, I'm fired, right?" Rima muttered. The manager look at her like she was crazy.
"What're you talking about? Every magazine out there wants you and Shiki on their covers!"
Rima's eyes widened, "Wha-"
"You heard me. Now go wait with Shiki while I settle some matters." She walked away in a hurry.
Rima strolled back to the couch, sitting as far as possible from Shiki. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Miss me?"
"In your dreams." Rima glowered, looking straight into his eyes.
"Then I must be dreaming." Gently, he brushed her cheeks with the tip of his fingers. She wanted to do something, anything to wipe that smirk from his face but…instead; she hugged him, whispering a thank you before letting go.
Shiki pulled her back, arms around her.
"I told you…I am dreaming."
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