Hey guys :) Hoping for more reviews but... apparently that's not gonna happen :) Thank you katara walking on the rain and LaurenRedbird


Kira's POV

The last sip of blood turned my stomach in the most delightful way. I shoved the man to the floor with a brutality that was not my own. I counted the lives I'd taken. 28. And I was still hungry.

"Kira," a voice said sharply. I jumped, spinning around. It was my creator. I knew I was in trouble. He gripped my chin,t ilting my head up. "You are the stupidest child I have ever met."

With my body filled for the time being, I could listen to reason. Reason wasn't happy. I wanted to please my creator. An unnatural need to thank him for making me what I was filled my mind. Unnatural for others, that is. Completely natural for me. I whimpered. "I'm sorry."

"Will you stop?" he hissed, still gripping my chin.

"I can't!" I said softly. "I can't help it, I'm sorry." I was so confused right now.

Now he was the one snarling. He shoved me and I fell on top of the dead body I'd shoved away before he'd found me. "I can't deal with this, Torelli!" he growled. "You're going to someone who can better handle you!"

"I'm not a child!" I cried, still on top of the dead man.

"Then stop acting like one," he spat, helping me up.

I started crying then, the unnatural tears stinging down my cheeks. He looked at me disgustedly. "Venom tears," he scoffed. "Must be an empathy." That was when he dragged me off. I knew I was never going to see my family again.

He dragged me to a condominium type thing, ringing the doorbell. I smelled humans all around me, their blood calling out to me. "I just want one!" I begged, crying venom ears and struggling against his grip.

"No," he replied smoothly.

Suddenly the door opened. I couldn't see who it was, I was so hysterical. I just wanted the blood. He threw me to the ground at the other man's feet while speaking. I snarled, smelling blood everywhere with my sensitive nose, all around me.

The door closed. My creator was gone, and there was no one to stop me from feeding. I lunged for the door excitedly, but something stopped me, or someone. "Kira," he said in a low, steady tone. I froze, his voice having a calming effect on me.

"I want food," I snarled, snapping my jaws at him.

He chuckled. "You've had lots already, from what the mean, mean, man told me," he replied with a chuckle. "I think you should take a break." His voice soothed me, which made me angry, and put together with him treating me like a child, made me snap.

"Let me go!" I snarled, struggling against him. "I need food!"

Tobey's POV

I loved having her in my arms, even if she was struggling. In fact, it spurred me on even more. Reluctantly, I said, "Calm down." Her deep crimson eyes were filled with venom tears. I doubted she realized she was crying. I wondered distractedly if the venom made her eyes sting.

"I want food," came her strangled voice. She snapped her jaws at me, but it was like a kitten trying to be a tiger. It only made my heart soften towards her. I wouldn't let her ruin her life.

I chuckled at the meager show of power. "You've had lots already, from what that mean man told me," I smirked. "I think you should take a break." I couldn't resist the simple talk for the way she was acting.

Her whole demeanor instantly intensified. "Let me go!" she screamed, snarling and struggling even more. "I need food!"

"We'll get you some food!" I hastened to say, to make her happy. I instantly regretted it. I'd just lied to the fragile girl.

She stopped struggling, the trusting little newborn, and I looked at her guiltily, assuming my poker face, the one I used on all of my victims. "Really?" she asked softly.

"Really," I lied through my teeth, slowly moving my hands around her until I was hugging her instead of restraining her. She was surprised, to say the least. It was at that moment that I knew she had no experience with guys, which translated into easy. And somehow, I didn't want her to be "just another girl," like Trixie or Tracy or whoever it was.

She was slowly calming down, the initial shock of being embraced resulting in a serenity she'd never experienced. I'd seen it, done it all before. I knew. As I looked down at her, I realized she needed a nickname. I gave all girls a special nickname, on I could remember when their names failed me. I douted I would ever forget Kira's name, after the strange impression she's made on me. I made a quick decision on the name, il mia anima fragile or "my fragile soul" in Italian. Later, I would learn just how true that nickname rang.

She whimpered, drawing me out of my thoughts. "I can still smell blood!" she whispered, shuddering delicately. I let go of her hesitantly, watching her carefully to make sure she didn't bolt for the door again. Not that she would make it. We would repeat this cycle again and again until she was too weak to function. I could go long periods of time without eating, a talent that would surely come in handy for this.

I looked in the direction of the bedroom, cursing in my head. The body! I was so stupid. I bolted the door and locked it twice, looking at Kira. "I will hear you if you try anything," I said menacingly, hoping I sounded scarier than I felt. I must have, because she shrank away from me instantly, nodding. I took off for the bedroom, listening carefully whil epciking up the dead girl's body. Was her name Tracy? Theresa? I couldn't even remember anymore. I carelessly tossed the body into the neighbor's yard before going back to Kira.

Kira's POV

As soon as he left me, I started trambling, wishing he was embracing me again, something I definitely wasn't used to. I wondered what he was doing, but I thought I knew when the smell of human blood grew faint before disappearing altogether. He had a human in the house, whether dead ro alive, and I wanted it. I made a move towards the hallway before noticing the blood in a glass. It didn't pull me as much as the clearly human blood did, but it smelled appetizing to me. I lifted the glass up and nearly took a drink.

"NO!" the man roared. He flew across the room, taking the blood out of my hand. "No, Kira."

I stared at him. "What did I do?" I whispered, slowly bringing down my hand so I didn't look like an idiot holding a cup that wasn't there.

His face softened. "I'm sorry, il mia anima fragile, I truly am, but that blood is toxic. You can't handle that yet."

My heart softened at the nickname, even though I didn't know what it meant. "Toxic? Then why were you drinking it?" I asked, frowning.

"Because it's like alcohol," he replied. "I'm 200 years older than you. I can drink it. Believe me. Plus, I'm like 26 bodily."

My mouth dropped open. "So I can't eat or drink? What, are you going to tell me I can't sleep either?" I asked incredulously.

He chuckled, walking over to the couch and sitting down. "You can't. Vampires can't sleep." I glared at him from across the room. He patted the seat beside him wordlessly.

"No!" I shrieked. "I'm not-" I looked at him, seeing his face, and sighed, sitting down beside him.

Tobey's POV

When I told her tosit, I expected that she would throw a tantrum, and boy did she try to, but when she looked over at me, into my eyes, something in her failed. It almost scared me how much I had over her, and I didn't even know her. No wonder our creator loved her so much…or thought he would love her.

She sat down beside me. Her quietness said it all. "You don't have to sit by me if you don't want to," I said rather regretfully.

"No," she replied softly. "It's okay." She maintained a safe distance away from me, her full lips pursed.

I watched her for a moment. She shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. "You're really pretty, you know," I said finally. The blood she'd drank pooled into her cheeks, creating an attractive looking blush.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice not daring to go above a whisper. What a poor, inexperienced girl she was. I tilted her chin up.

"How old are you, la mia anima fragile?" I asked skeptically, thinking she looked fifteen, maybe sixteen.

"Eighteen," she stammered.

"Hmmm… older than I thought," I replied, looking at her, examining her thoroughly, and coming to the conclusion that she was very much woman. It was just her actions and mannerisms the led me to believe otherwise.

"How old are you?" she whispered timidly.

"226 years old exactly," I replied, ignoring the fact that I'd already told her.

She stared at me, eyes watering. "What's happening to me?" she whispered.

"What has he told you?" I asked patiently. "And what do you know?"

Kira shrugged, looking forlorn and lonely on the other side of the couch. I wanted to pull her onto my lap and comfort her, but I resisted the urge. "I know I'm a vampire," she whispered. "And that I cry venom or something. And I need blood." She froxe, remembering the blood and jumping up with bad intentions.

"Oh, no you don't," I said, pulling her down onto my lap and taking advantage of her moment of animalistic weakness. Kira froze, momentarily distracted by my closeness.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, making no attempt to move.

"Calming you," I replied, masking the amusement in my voice easily.

"What's your name?" she asked nervously.

"Tobey," I laughed, mostly at the fact that I was holding her and she didn't even know my name.

"Nice name," she replied nervously.

Kira's POV

He was holding me, and it felt so right, yet so wrong. The fact that I didn't know his name a few moments ago and he had me on his lap both proved that. His breath tickled my ear as he spoke. "Tobey," he laughed.

"Nice name," I replied breathlessly, wondering how he'd managed to calm me. I remembered the blood and tensed, ready to leap out of his arms. He tightened his arms around me.

"Easy," he said warningly, code for "if you go wild I will hurt you." I definitely understood that, understood him.

"When can I eat?" I whimpered.

"When there has been 24 hours between your last meal and that time," he replied patiently, pulling me closer.

I tensed again. "I'll never be able to do that! I need it now!" I cried.

"Shhhh…" he kissed my cheek roughly, murmuring "Va tutto bene, mio caro vampiro bella. Siate calmi. Io sono qui per voi e le vostre esigenze." I had no idea hwat he was saying, but it comforted me. The place where he kissed me burned.

I bit my lip, inhaling deeply in order to calm myself. Instead, I inhaled the scent of blood, tensing again. Tobey tensed with me. "Stop," he said. "Inhale my scent." He pushed my head to his neck and I shut my eyes tightly, inhaling his musky vampire scent and forgetting everything else. Slowly but surely, I relaxed.

"Now, whenever I'm here and you feel the need to go and mass murder, smell me, alright?" he replied, chuckling at the absurdity of that sentence.

I gripped the fabric of his shirt in my fists and nodded as his voice reverberated through me. I was growing way too attached to him already.


You see that button below here? REVIEW