Disclaimer: I don't own La Corda D'Oro
So, the previous chapter will not be continued for now because I'm being torn apart by what's right and what's the fun but evil thing to do. I hope you understand. This story is to compensate.
OK, if you don't like AU, then read on (AN: :D) If you like AU, read on as well. If you want to see Len…in a different manner, read on. If you want to see the next story soon, read on and review. This is like a dark fic.
Summary: Under the dark blue blanketed skies with the moon full and red like blood, the creatures lurk in the shadows and a girl has yet to realize that.
Bloody Red Passion
It was a frigid eve and the wind kept blowing through her hair as she went on her journey home to have a good rest, to have a roof over her head, and to keep her safe from the creatures lurking around in this very night.
She had wondered why she had lost track of time and had only noticed when she heard a lone wolf's howl from a distance. Maybe it was the garden of dazzling, red roses that provoked her to stay and stare at them. And she couldn't help but pick some and put them in her basket and one in her hair that shared almost the same hue of the flower.
Blood red, the blossoms were blood red and it reminded her of her own blood, her flesh sliced open with sharp claws and teeth, and…passion?
She felt chilly all of a sudden and not because of the wind that relentlessly kept wafting. No, it was a sound that made her halt – a very pretty and lonely sound. And yet, it was so full of life, full of meanings, and passion.
She turned from left to right, searching for the serene tune that held her stunned and awed. And she didn't mind being eaten by the beasts that hid in the shadows as long as she would be able to catch even just a swift glimpse of the being that created the melody.
And as she took another turn to the left, by two large trees, a man with velvet, blue hair sat on a big rock, a near-golden instrument being played with his fingers. He was clad in black pants and a white shirt, a pair of buttons left open, and a red ribbon tied loosely around his neck.
The sight swept her away like dust particles, and it swept her to his direction.
The music stopped, the leaves rustled, and he focused his dazzling eyes to the girl who gazed at him beneath the stream of the subtle, red light. He smirked at her and lifted himself up from where he once plunked himself down, and walked slowly toward the girl.
She wouldn't budge; truth be told, she wanted him to move a little bit faster just so she could see his handsome face more closely.
"Who are you?" came his husky voice.
She shook her head and answered with a 'Hino Kahoko'. "And you, what's your name?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his face. "Len," he said, taking one more stride closer.
Kahoko took a step back but Len quickly snatched her left hand with his and brought it close to his lips, placing a peck on the delicate skin.
He smelled blood, sweet and pure blood that suited his taste buds best. He smirked to himself, returning her hand and brought his violin out once more. She looked at it with indescribable passion and ran a finger on its smooth surface.
She couldn't help but smile, the smile he rarely sees.
Len felt a single churn in his stomach and from that he changed his mind. He thought that she could only serve as his meal for the night and after having a few sips of her blood, he could've let her go. But she was different - he could tell from that simple grin she showcased and the way she looked at his violin. And at him…
Not fearful, but compassionate.
He then moved around her and positioned the instrument into her hands, guiding the bow with his. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking at him. He nodded, positioning his fingers.
The music began once more.
A personal favorite of his – Ave Maria.
Although he found himself engrossed with the soft music, he couldn't shake the feeling of tasting her blood and her lips off. Because he was different, because he wasn't human.
His sharp fangs displayed themselves and he neared his mouth to the exposed skin of her neck and found his teeth digging into her flesh. He knew it was painful for her, but he couldn't stop himself.
He heard her wince, giving him a feeling of regret and guilt but then, she just relaxed into him and his music, eyes still closed and unafraid.
As he expected, she did taste sweet, unlike the usual blood he sucked out of the others. She was different, different like him, and it made him somewhat glad because of it.
Kahoko knew from the way he acted, from the way his voice sung, from the way he played his instrument that he was not a typical man he meets everyday. And she loved the thought of it.
She just smiled tenderly, enjoying the tune that kept her heart at ease as he drank her blood.
And she'd wondered why she let him feast on her, why she didn't protest, why she didn't run and scream for help.
Why indeed?
Unhurriedly, Len removed his teeth from her flesh and stopped playing the violin as he swallowed another mouthful of her blood.
Kahoko heaved a sigh and looked at him warmly. He stared back, questioning that delicate look on her face. A queer feeling he had never felt before kept arousing the dead emotions he had buried before – a sensation he can't push away easily like the longing for blood.
She saw his lips coated in blood red and grinned once more, placing her hand on his left cheek, rubbing her thumb gently on his skin. It was smooth, just like an infant's skin. However, she felt only little warmth, so scarce.
His eyes kept her in thorough scrutiny and she could do nothing but give him her full consent.
Len, now confused, came to a resolute answer to the questions that kept his mind in frenzy.
He must have her as a woman, not as an animal he could devour.
He then brought his lips on hers, adding more pressure as the moments went by.
His strong arms wrapped around her small frame, holding her securely to his own.
And Kahoko couldn't argue, for she, too, loved the feeling of being held by this stranger.
Not long after, their lips came to part and Len had framed her face with his eyes once more, almost as if he was beckoning her to come join him.
And he made this thought true when he said 'come'.
She couldn't decline for she wanted to see what hid in the shadows, too, and to hear more of his heartwarming melodies. She wasn't sure but she could feel her heart go berserk with all the thumping, screaming that she was smitten by this man she had just met. And it seemed like a far-fetched reason to her uncertainty.
However, somewhere in her chest told her to trust him and just take the hand he has been offering for the past few moments.
She did, and keen eyes began tracing her face once more, and a pair of fingers ran through her red hair.
A blue rose, she found in her locks, right next to the red one she had put earlier. But she never knew such a flower existed.
"Where'd you find it?" she questioned.
"In the shadows," he replied.
He began pulling her hand, motioning her to come and follow him…in the shadows.
She feared it once, but now that someone was holding her hand and was willing to accompany her, she wanted to see it. In fact, deep down she had always wanted to see what was in the shadows.
Were there other beings like Len there that had the same bloody red passion?
Or was he a lone wolf?
She'll just have to find out.
--End
OK, so maybe this didn't turn out too dark, or rather it was nowhere near dark. But I wasn't expecting it to be like this. I'm surprised!
Boo!
Anyway, I hope you don't kill me with giant forks and big hammers for making Len a 'creature' that could either be like Edward Cullen or…something that cannot be defined by the words that exist. But I think he's just a vampire…minus the dying in the sun, turning into bats, or no reflection.
The dying because of a sharp wooden object is not an exception because anyone (except might beings) would probably die if you were stabbed repeatedly with a wooden weapon. With an exception for Harry Potter's magic stick or something. It just causes extreme annoyance by relentless poking.
So, I hope you review! Tell me if you loved the idea of Len looking hot with fangs and under a red moon!