Virgin Fangs
Chapter Four
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the anime Black Blood Brothers, which is the basis of this fan fiction.
WARNING: Mild sexual content. Excessive violence
He pressed the cold tip of the blade against her soft bare breast. Gradually, he applied pressure to the knife until the blade had broke through her skin. She screeched pathetically and continued to babble incoherently. He dipped his fingers into the bleeding wound, lifted them up to his mouth and sucked the fresh blood from his fingers. He looked down at the girl's bleeding chest. The blood seemed to gush faster after each labored breath she took. The precious blood started to travel down her side and onto the cold concrete. Such wholesome delicate blood should not be wasted. He lied his body on top of her's so his chest rested on her abdomen.
With no hesitation, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the girl's bloodied chest. Her screams brought a mixture of pain, fear, revulsion, and anger. "Stop! Stop! Get away from me! You sick little bastard! Why are you doing this to me?! Why?!" Yafuri lifted his head up, licking the blood from his lips. "It's nothing personal. I guess you could say that you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It's funny, tonight was supposed to be your last night as a virgin, in a way, you're right, but this will also be the last night of your life. I'm a virgin too, but we're not talking about sex here. You're blood is going to take my virginity."
He moved his head down again, lathering his tongue with the girl's blood. The girl was too shocked to resist when he locked his lips onto hers, feeding her her own blood. She screamed into his mouth, still struggling beneath him. After breaking the feral kiss, Yafuri straightened his spine and, once again, took time to observe his work in progress. The sight relaxed him as though he were watching a charming night sky instead of a struggling bleeding girl. Without realization, Yafuri made the first mistake of his evening.
Having dominated the terrified young girl, Yafuri had grown over confident and arrogant. His body had relaxed, having assured himself that she could never get away. Inexplicably, the hysterical girl managed to sense her attacker's change of venue. Using the strength that only desperation could provide, she kicked up her trapped legs and managed a straight blow right between Yafuri's legs. Almost instantaneously, Yafuri's mood shifted drastically. On reflex, he started to curl in on himself, but the girl threw him backwards so his back hit the hard cold concreat.
The girl spurred into action, retreating to the blocked door and attempted to budge it. As horrible as the pain was in Yafuri's groin, the thought of failure agonized him more. Resisting the urge to vomit, he reared up on his shaky legs and started towards the escapee. He snarled in fury. "You bitch!" The girl screamed once again and for the last time. He used his weight to slam her down on to the ground and he dug his nails into her throat, drawing blood. She tried to scream, but all that could be heard was a gurgling hiss as Yafuri crushed her throat. Her eyes were wide no longer from fear, but by the pressure exerted into her head. Indeed, her concious mind had retreated seconds before Yafuri had pinned her to the ground.
Yafuri watched her face in vicious satisfaction as her eyes slowly ascended up wards, rolling into her head. It was very much like watching a minute hand slowly ticking away until it reached the hour. It wasn't long before Yafuri realized that her hour had struck. There were no more spasms, no more hissing, no more movement, no more life. For assurance, Yafuri touched the palm of his hand to her chest, stilling himself, feeling for a heart's desperate bid for life. He felt none. He had killed his first victim. Yafuri's manic smile crept back on to his face. Now was time for the main event.