The Prince of Darkness is a Gentleman

Chapter Four.

Fingertips, cold as death, whispered up my thighs and down my arms. A shiver trembled through my body as something cold and wet press between my legs. These eyes struggled to open, but fatigue pressed them closed and paralyzed my body. Heat pooled and was sucked away, drinking away warmth. I gasped, my eyes fluttering open to see my cool breath swirl like smoke, the thick hot air crystallizing before me. Something probed me, drawing my eyes to look down my sprawled length of my body and onyx eyes staring up at me. His hair, dark as night and soft as silk, spilled across my legs but could not blanket the freezing chrysalis I was in. Uncontrollable trembles shook through my body, my skin pale and blue. Laughter rippled along my body and a distinct voice calling to me…

"Sakura, Sakura!"

"She's so cold! What do we do? Syaoran, what do we do?"

A whisper, a breath on my face. "Wake up."

I startled awake, coughing and shaking.

"Sakura!" Eriol hugged me and rubbed my arms. "What the hell happened?"

I said nothing and sat up in my bed, wrapping the blanket over me as I looked up to see Syaoran gazing down at me.

"What was your dream?" he asked simply, disregarding my health.

Frowning, I stared at him. There was something familiar about him… "Toya," I mumbled, after a moment.

"What?"

"I saw your brother," I said louder, suddenly glaring at him with realization. "He was going to kill me."

I stormed out of the room, fuming with rage. Damn vampires.

Stomping up to Faia, I growled, "Where is Syaoran's room?"

"He's getting ready," she huffed.

"I don't give a damn. Show me where he is or I'll show you what will happen to you."

I was in no mood for excuses. I nearly got killed in my sleep. What the hell.

She sighed in exasperation. "Down the hall, turn right, walk up the stairs to the left," she complied.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I made my way to Syaoran's room.

He can't just disappear after I told him that his brother was in my dreams. He has to tell me everything. Everything or I'll stake him in every part of his body.

I reached for the doorknob to his door but it swung open in invitation.

"Ying Fa, do come in," greeted Syaoran, waving his hand airily.

Stepping inside his room, I frowned. Candles were lit around the room, the scent of vanilla overwhelming. The large expanse of white walls were covered with paintings so ancient, my knowledge in humanities were useless. An orgy-sized bed clothed in black and white silk and fur with handcuffs attached to the bedposts…

I raised my eyebrow at him while he was slipping his arms through a white button-down shirt. "Why must I always find myself in your presence while you are changing?"

Syaoran spun around, smiling. His nimble fingers buttoned up his shirt. "That's because I knew you were coming and it makes changing much sexier, don't you think?" he winked at me and I growled.

Hands on my hips, I glared at him. "Spill it," I snapped, patience wearing thin.

"Spill what?" he asked innocently, spinning a brown curl of his hair around his finger. "Spill…" He looked around, found a pitcher of water and splashed it on himself, the whiteness of his shirt transparent and clinging to his hard body. "…This?" He smiled, rubbing the liquid over himself.

"NO! What the hell!" I stomped my foot in irritation and threw my hands up. "Your brother, you idiot!"

"Oh," he replied sheepishly. "You could have said something before I got my clothes ruined…" he pouted and threw off his shirt.

"Ugh! You just did that so you could be naked in front of me." I rolled my eyes.

His smile illuminated his face. "Don't you like it?" his voice high and cheery as he wiped himself down with a towel.

I glared at him again. "Stop getting off topic, damn it! Why didn't you tell me your brother could go into dreams?" Straight to the point instead of this ridiculous cat and mouse game.

Syaoran's face darkened. "That's because I didn't know he could do that," he replied, his tone grim and void of humor.

"What?" I gasped out, shocked. Shit… "So what do we do?"

"We go there as planned and don't do anything stupid. I'll do the talking."

"I'm not going to do anything stupid," I spat angrily.

Putting on another white shirt, he flashed me a smile. "Then let's go." He ran a hand through his ruffled hair, stepped forward and appeared before me, hand around my waist.

I stepped back and surprisingly, he let me go. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Brushing passed me, he replied, "I always wing it."

Great.

Syaoran, his second, three lycanthropes, and I approached a van outside. His second is Cian, a quiet blonde hair with blue eyes and exceptionally beautiful. He's young and powerful, yet seems loyal to Syaoran. I don't know the details but I can see that Cian worships him. Of the three lycans, is Faia the bitch, Javen, a young lion-were with short dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. With my guess, he looks like he was turned barely twenty. The last is Raphael, a tough built guy with a black crew cut and an attitude to boot. I can sense his distaste for me, but well, I'm not exactly fond of him either.

I heard quick footsteps and we all turned around to see Eriol.

"I'm coming!" he yelled stubbornly, his lips pierced taught and his eyebrows furrowed with determination.

I sighed. "Eriol, it's dangerous."

He moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a machine gun. "I came prepared."

I heard laughter and my eyes drew to Syaoran, hands on his hips laughing merrily. "Just come, come," He chuckled and stepped into the vehicle.

I glared at Syaoran's retreating form into the van and directed it to Eriol. "You're a pain in the ass," I growled.

He smiled. "I just want to help."

"You just want to look good in front of Tomoyo," I teased.

"Oh, that too," he added, humor glinting in his eyes. "By the way, why are we driving? Can't they fly and stuff?"

"We want an entrance that won't cause a commotion," I replied coolly, stepping into the van and sliding across the seat for Eriol to have room.

Syaoran's head poked out from the front passenger seat. "Humans, are you ready to go?" he asked cheerfully in a sing song voice.

My foot smashed into his face.

It was about an hour or maybe I dozed off when we approached a gate that swung open to a large mansion.

"Wow! It's so big and scary!" squealed Eriol in feigned delight.

I poked him with my elbow. We all exited the vehicle and approached the front door that stood twice the height of Syaoran. The door opened and a young beautiful woman with luscious thick waves of black hair and gorgeous ruby eyes welcomed us in a provocative dress of velvet scarlet which clung to her every voluptuous curve and the black corset unnecessarily lifted the mounds of creamy breasts.

"Good evening guests," she greeted, her voice as silky and seductive as she appeared. "Please follow me, Lord Toya is expecting you."

I glanced at Eriol who drooled and Syaoran who acknowledged her with a nothing more than a tilt of the head. Javen followed the sway of her hips, her nimble feet barely graced the polished floor.

We followed her deep into the mansion, down a flight of stairs to what appeared to be a well-kept dungeon. In the midst of lit torches on the stone walls and various torture equipment, was dear Tomoyo suspended unconscious in the air by her wrists, chains hung from the ceiling, her delicate wrists chaffed by the metal cuffs. Despite her current condition, she seemed unharmed.

Eriol rushed forward in cry of outrage. I pulled him back hard. "Watch it!" I warned him. Breathing hard, his hand clenched in a tight fist, restraining himself from doing anything outrageous.

"Well, welcome to my torture chamber," a voice reverberated in the dark room. "I believe you have met Mei Lin."

Mei Lin curtsied in acknowledgement.

My body shivered in remembrance, his cold sinister touch and whispers. A comforting hand pressed against my back and I knew it was Syaoran, keeping me focused.

A silhouette emerged from the shadows and into the soft golden hues emitted from the glow of the torches. He looked just like he did in my dream, flowing black hair that spilled down his pale body and eyes so devoid of life and light, they seemed to suck the pureness from you. A white long-sleeved v-cut shirt, complemented with frill cuffs framed his wrists, clung to his body and tucked into tight black pants.

"Toya," Syaoran called from across the room of his brother. "We came to retrieve our friend."

Our friend? I looked up at Syaoran, his eyes serious, his tone cool, yet his body was stiff.

"Brother." Toya smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes, yet his arms were open, welcoming; a welcoming that would instantly close once the opportunity is reached and cage you to deprive you for freedom forevermore.

I would not approach him, and neither did Syaoran. He seemed to freeze as still as a statue. I glanced at him in curiosity, What's with this behavior?

Toya pouted. "My, the last time we were acquainted we were more than just brothers."

I startled and stared at Syaoran in bewilderment. "What the hell does that mean?"

He stood silent. Toya grinned, his dark eyes flickering with the flames of the torches. "You didn't tell her? You didn't tell her that we were lovers?"

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at Syaoran wide-eyed in horror. "Tell me that isn't true," I croaked out.

He slowly turned his head to look at me, so slowly I thought I was going to die and whispered, "Tis true."

I nearly fainted.