AidouxOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. I only own my fan-made character.
There's nothing more awakening than the startle of goose bumps on one's skin after a cold sweat drenches the body. After another repetitive nightmare, Chelsea leapt up in an attempt to escape the demons floating around in her subconscious, scratching around impatiently awaiting her return. Her eyes darted in all directions.
"I'll be gone by the morning."
She recalled his words vividly, as she climbed out of bed. Did he keep his promise? She strolled into the bathroom and splashed some water in her face. Her stomach felt ill, her eye sight was sort of disoriented and dizzy. It hadn't been a night of peace, but more so a battle of restless war, and aching. It started to happen around midnight, which was certainly later than usual.
She took each step down the stairs carefully. One miscalculation could be the fumble of failure. She knew that all too well. Her eyes kept looking around wearily. He must really be gone. The house was silent. Silence was a common guest within her home. Not much took place here. She hated the sound of silence. It was so loud, that a pen dropping was the equivalent of an atom bomb touching solid ground.
Once inside the kitchen, she started pulling out the essentials for breakfast. She didn't feel like doing anything fancy, she hardly ever did. Why go through the trouble all for yourself?
"So you do cry a lot." She jumped at the sound of a voice as smooth as satin. When she turned around there he was. Leaning against the kitchen doorframe casually.
"I thought you left…" she murmured. Aidou took a step into the kitchen and approached her slowly. Lifting his index finger, he ran it beneath her eye, and she snapped them shut, "How many times do I have to say don't touch me?!" She growled, hurling the frying pan in her hand at his head. He caught her wrist in the nick of time, and stared at her. Opening her eyes, she stared up at him in shock.
"Last night, as I was about to leave, you started crying in your sleep." he whispered gently.
"I was probably having a nightmare." she said looking away from his dazzling eyes.
"You were fine until I got up." he answered.
"Don't think you had anything to do with it." she growled.
"Stop trying to act so tough. I can see right through it you know." he said, removing the frying pan from her grasp.
"Why are you still here?!" she barked.
"You're lonely." he said smoothing back her hair.
"I don't need your unwanted sympathy." she retorted.
"I've got no where to go." he said taking a step closer to her.
"You can't stay here."
"I'm… hungry." he cooed, leaning into her ear, and running the tip of his nose down her neck.
Suddenly, Chelsea's heartbeat jumped into her eardrums, pounding. Propelling herself back, she stared at him wide eyed. His eyes were the color of crimson. She opened the nearby drawer, and pulled out a pistol. She had one in every room of the house it seemed., "snap out of it, or I'll fire." she threatened, but instead of being alarmed, he grabbed the barrel of the gun, and pointed it away from him, and slowly moved toward her once more. Her eyes shined with fear, "I said, knock it off!" she snapped, smacking him across the face. It was enough to bring him back down to earth, as his eyes returned to their pale blue.
"You sure hit heard." he groaned, rubbing his cheek.
"Have you lost your mind?" she huffed. His stomach gurgled, and they both looked down to the source. She sighed, and looked back at the oven, "Do you eat human food?" she asked, feeling like she was talking to a dog.
"Not too often. It doesn't have a taste to me. Like how tofu might taste to you." he replied.
She stared at the oven, and then looked back to him. Her hands were trembling. Slowly it swept through her whole body as a chill crept up her spine, "Look," she whispered, "I'll let you… drink from me. Once I've been able to eat, and get a shower. Do we have a deal?" she asked.
He stared at her, taken back, but wrapped his arms around her from behind, and pulled her in tight, "So you were crying for me." he whispered breathlessly.
She shuddered, "don't hold your breath." she sighed.
He ran his nose down her neck again, taunting her now, "Where shall I drink from?" he teased.
"You're going to lose some of your own blood, if you don't quit." she warned.
He grew quiet, breathing out of his nose deeply, so it'd tickle her neck, "Your tears smelled like rain to me. Normally when people cry it's salty, but you're different." he whispered.
It was her turn to think for a while, "…did I… say anything?" she asked.
"You said… 'don't leave me' " he replied. His hand found hers, and held it gently, before it slowly traveled up her arm, and made it to her collar bone.
His touch was a tainted, but fulfilling. It made her not so tense, even when she wanted to be. Sliding the pistol back into the drawer, she wiggled out of his constricted embrace to start breakfast.
As the water dribbled down her skin in the warped warmth of the shower, she worked her hair into a lather and rinsed. Breakfast had been reasonable enough to eat, even with the many distractions of the vampire prince, as he prodded at her time after time. What had made her offer herself to him once again? Why did she succumb to those topaz stars in his eyes? She stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a black tank top, and grey sweat pants. Her skin was chilled from the cold that seemed to fill the room. Her hair was dripping wet still from the shower. She was trying to get some of the excess water with the towel, when he stepped in the room.
She trembled again, the reoccurring sick feeling in her stomach returned once more. He stared at her thoughtfully, as he started to close the gap between them, he smiled. There was meant to be warmth behind it, but it was cold. His eyes ran across her skin, "You're freezing." he murmured.
"I need to turn on the heat. It'll only take a second." She said walking passed him into the hallway. She didn't want him to get impatient with her, she had never seen him angry. She wanted to keep it that way. When she walked back into the room, he sat at the foot of her bed, and waited for her. She walked on her tip toes over to the bed, and sat down beside him, letting a sigh escape her parted lips. Holding her hand out to him, he took it in his, but didn't bring it to his mouth like she expected him to do.
"May I drink from your neck?" he requested.
"This is your only option," she said forcing her hand in front his face, "take it or leave it."
"I could help erase those memories that make your heart ache." he said leaning forward, taking her hand in his once more, "there's something more about that scar you're keeping locked inside." he ran his nose down her cheek, "I may not possess a beating heart, but I know when one is bleeding." He opened his eyes to reveal their hollow reddened state, "I could give you a moment of numbness, if you'll let me."
Her free hand slowly traveled up to the scar on her neck, "I can't let you do that." she murmured, "so please just take my hand."
He pulled her hand toward him, but only to spin her body into his embrace. Now her back was against his chest, one of his arms cradling her, while the other slid the strap on her tank top aside, to indulge in her shoulder. Chelsea tensed, he didn't bite her neck, but to prove his strength he came very close. It was a lesson. She was supposed to learn that in the end, whenever he was ready, he'd bite her wherever he pleased. Her face twisted in pain, her head slowly tilted back, as her hands quivered. He reached for them, holding them tightly. Pulling her in close, like a snake might do to its prey.
Her eyes dulled, and slowly closed. The pain in her shoulder felt like streaks of ice being jabbed so far inside her skin that it was worse than hypothermia. This was true frost bite. When he finally released his clenched teeth, and licked the remains from the corners of his lips, his eyes reverted back to the gentle state of baby blue. She was still frozen by the feeling. She truly couldn't move. He glanced over at her, and turned her head gingerly to look into his eyes, "does it hurt that much?" her lips trembled. A single tear escaped her eyes, and froze halfway down her cheek. He watched it carefully, and then kissed her on the lips. When their lips parted, she blinked, but winced in pain.
"I… better go clean this up." she said referring to her shoulder, as she stumbled into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror her face was possibly paler than usual. She shook so bad, she couldn't get a hold on the faucet handle. He followed after her and turned on the water for her. Taking a wash cloth he dabbed at the bite mark on the back of her shoulder. She stared at their reflection, and more tears came to her eyes.
"I forgot to mention that I possess ice. Taking this into consideration some of it might have seeped out when I bit you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you pain. You're shaking uncontrollably." he explained.
"Please just leave me alone." she whined, lowering her head. She couldn't stand to look in the mirror anymore. For some reason, this brought a pained expression to his face, he reached out to her, and she snapped, "I said leave." she barked.
He set the wash cloth down, and turned away, walking out of the bathroom without another word. The moment he left, tears cascaded down her face. Her shoulder was aching, but her heart suddenly felt empty. Something didn't want him to turn away so easily.
Without warning she found herself hurrying to the door, and thrusting herself into her room. Her arms around his torso from behind, "don't… leave me."
His eyes grew wide at the repetition of her words. Was he really the reason she pleaded in her most deepest of dreams? He turned in her arms toward her, and held her close. She was still trembling, which caused him to only hold her tighter, "Can I stay?" he whispered, "Not just until the sunsets, but… for as long as you'll allow me?"
She nodded slowly. The thought of a vampire inhabiting her home seemed preposterous. She was a vampire hunter. She was raised to hate vampires. They were creatures of eternal sin, and wandered only in darkness. This one was different. He was so cold that his touch was enough to instill her until he awakened her with a kiss. Yet in within those icy blue eyes, there was an unspoken warmth in his smile. She pulled herself away, and wiped her tears quickly. Looking emotionless now, she looked up at him with her jade eyes, "For as long as I'll allow you." she agreed. She then passed him, and went to her dressed to grab something inside the top drawer.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Getting some money. I'll take you into town tonight to get you some clothes. Can't wear the same thing over and over can you?" she said looking back at him, but he was already right behind her.
"You treat me like a child." he said looking deeply into her eyes.
"That's funny because you tend to act like one." she teased with a grin. As she went to walk by him again, he reached out and grabbed her arm. She stopped, allowing him to pull her back against him once more.
"You're allowed to crumble a little you know." he whispered.
She stared down at the floor silently.
"I… feel sort of foolish. I wanted so badly to be independent. All my life I've leaned on others and it's made me weak. It's made me use them. If only to get what I wanted." he explained.
Chelsea chuckled dryly, "Sounds pretty human to me."
"But I'm doing it again," Aidou explained, "and to a human being. A hunter no doubt, but… I don't think you're letting me see you. Your eyes tell me of a different person. I don't think you like killing."
"How can I kill something that's already dead?" she murmured.
He let go of her slowly and they made eye contact once more. They were both searching inside one another. Sifting through whatever the other person was allowing to be seen.
"Am I dead? Can I not touch you? Do you not feel my hand, as much as I feel yours?" he asked.
"To think we were once alike." she said, turning away from him.
"Don't leave it at that." he growled.
She froze, never hearing his tone tense before. "If you still feel things that you can't explain. If you're left wondering why day after day about past mistakes. If you're wandering alone on the street at night, but still find beauty in the moonlight… you're alive."
"What if you find yourself wandering after another?" he wondered.
"Then you're not alone are you?" she asked looking back at him.
"Not anymore." he smirked.
"Not anymore." she agreed with a nod, "and just so you know. Independence isn't defined by what you do alone, or walking with only the will of your own two feet. It's in realizing that in depending on others, we find our own independence." she let him see what he had been thirsting for, for so long. Her smile. It was faint, and weak, but beautiful sweet misery.
"Thank you for that single drop of serenity." he said tapping her lips with his index finger. He was determined to see what pains lay within those unforgettable jade green eyes.
Author's notes: And so ends chapter 2. Oh what a whimsical web we weave xP I like how this chapter came together. Slowly they're starting to learn more about each other, but there are still things that are left unsaid. Next chapter I hope to write about the shopping experience these two share, but I'm not completely sure I'll elaborate on it, or skip it completely, though it might be interesting to see them interact in a public setting yes? Guess we'll have to wait and see. This is Chelsea signing off ;)