Chapter Three
Thirst
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
_What I've Done
Linkin Park
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Natsume collapsed onto 'his' new bed. He turned over and buried his face in the pillow. He was frustrated, always frustrated. Nothing frustrated him more than that little pigtailed Primary. He clenched his fists, she didn't act like other girls around him, most girls listened to him, did what he told them too. He was attractive, and had a sort of "Alpha male" demeanor. Mikan just scrunched up her face and yelled at him when he tried to get his way. He was beginning to doubt that she was a girl at all.
He shut his eyes, hoping to squeeze some sleep in, maybe it would calm down his nerves. But every time he closed his eyes Mikan popped into his head. He gave up, resorting to staring at the ceiling and counting, loudly, to force any other thoughts out of his head. This lasted for all of fifteen minutes, at which point he heard a tap on his door.
He sighed and slipped out of bed. He had shed his shirt long ago, his skin felt too hot and the sheets felt cool on his heated skin. Now, opening the door and staring at the golden eyed Mikan, he regretted it. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you shirtless?" she asked. for some reason Natsume felt overly exposed, and his skin flushed even more, if that were even possible.
Mikan shook her head. Golden eyed Mikan had the tendency to leave her hair down, it was a vast improvement.
"It doesn't matter." She said. She ran her tongue over her lips. Natsume stood stalk still, he didn't know what he was going to do. He would die before he admitted it, but he was a little intimidated.
"I am thirsty." She said. Natsume raised an eyebrow
"Then get something to drink." He said, speaking slowly and in a mocking manner. Mikan smiled, not her usual bright cheery smile that lit up her eyes and brought dimples to her cheeks, no, no. This smile was sneaky, malicious and maybe just a tad sensuous.
"I am." She said simply.
It clicked. Natsume backpedaled as quickly as humanely (err…?) possible. There was absolutely no way, no way in hell! Mikan stepped in after him and shut the door behind her.
"Come now." She said with a devious smile.
"I hear that being bitten by a Primary is almost as good as being high, or…"
"Don't." he cut her off. He much preferred being with brown eyed Mikan. At least she wasn't so…forward.
"I have to." She said, her eyes fading for a moment, or at least…he thought they faded, but they were back, as fierce as ever the next moment.
"Do you want to feel my wrath?" she asked. Natsume was trapped, he stood still clenching and unclenching his fists. He tried to block all thoughts out of his mind. She approached and rested her hands on his bare shoulders. It wasn't working; his thoughts were running a marathon.
They cut off abruptly when Mikan's lips touched the nape of his neck. His body, his thoughts went numb, everything was quiet, he was unaware of everything, but the feel of her lips on his neck. This feeling exploded when her fangs slid into his skin. The world started to spin, bursts of intense pleasure shook him. He gasped and closed his eyes, unconsciously putting his hand on the back of her head to pull her closer to him.
He let out a soft whine when she pulled back. She looked up into his eyes, and he remembered himself. He shoved her away from him and turned around. Poking at the wound on his neck, it was already beginning to close. When he turned back around he was surprised to see that brown eyed Mikan was back. She looked just as surprised as he did, and there were tears steadily welling up in her eyes. She took one more look at him, and then ran.
A/N: that chapter turned out a little…uhm…sexy? While I was writing the blood drinking part I kept thinking "Doesn't this sound and awful lot like…?" but I kind of like dominant Mikan. There's actually a reason she had two personalities and I will go into that later look forward to my next chapter! And read and review please!
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