Well, two updates in one week! I need to point out that the character death I mentioned in the summary is in this chapter. Has anyone guessed who it might be?
Chapter Seven- Black Love
A train whistle blasted through the air as the train went hurtling past the station. Amy ignored it. It wasn't the train she was waiting for. A week had passed since her last attack and a lot had happened.
She recalled Serena's birthday and the girl getting heart snatched on that day. That was some birthday present. She also recalled the arrival of Rini aka Sailor Mini Moon. She reflected on the blood stash she had. She had already polished off one bag and yet something in the blood made it taste different. It wasn't like the blood she had had before, the ones from the two people she had attacked.
'I really am succumbing to my vampiric nature,' she thought. The realization scared her. She didn't like the fact that her personality seemed to be changing and yet the idea of acting like a true child of the night appealed to her. She felt torn in two. She was trying to resist her dark impulses but the harder she resisted, the stronger her impulses became.
Another train whistle broke into her thoughts. She glanced at her watch: Five o' clock. She stretched her body as she got up from the bench and headed for the train's doors where passengers were already disembarking. She soon spotted a teenage boy getting off the train. The brown hair and deep blue eyes were unmistakable.
"Greg!" she called.
The boy turned in her direction, saw her, and flashed a grin before heading over to her.
"Amy," he greeted, giving her a hug. "it's great to see you."
"Same here. I missed you," she answered, returning the gesture.
"So, how's school been?" he asked as they claimed his luggage.
"Oh, it's been fine." Amy wasn't lying. Despite her near tardies, her schoolwork hadn't suffered.
Dropping his voice, he continued, "What's new with the Sailor Scouts?"
She dropped her voice too. "There are two new scouts, but we're not sure if they're on our side."
"Why wouldn't they be?"
"Good question. So, how's your schoolwork been? No psychic cheating?"
"No cheating. I'm still not good enough to beat you and I've had two visions lately."
"Two?"
"Yeah. I had one where I got a perfect score on a test. In reality, I was two points off from it."
"That's too bad."
"Yeah." The teenagers came out of the station and headed for the hotel Greg was staying at. They were quiet the entire time enjoying each other's company. Amy was watching the sky as she walked. She knew that once night fell, her fangs would appear and she would have to be careful when speaking. But a conversation they had earlier nagged at her.
"You said you had two visions," she prompted.
"I did, but it's kind of silly."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's the kind of vision that will never happen."
"If it won't happen, then there's no harm in telling."
"You're right. Okay. I saw our date tonight. Everything seemed good and then you were…biting my neck." Greg laughed nervously. "Silly, huh?"
Amy nodded before swallowing hard. Greg had seen her as a vampire, though he hadn't said the word. Greg was right about the vision being silly. There was no way she would attack Greg!
"Um, Amy?"
"Yeah, Greg?" The two of them had checked Greg into his hotel room and were now walking to the carnival.
"I…like your dress."
"Oh, thank you." Personally, Amy was pleased with her selection: A simple off-the-shoulder black dress and a pair of low-heeled black pumps.
"I bought this rose for you at a florist before I left home."
"Oh, Greg! It's beautiful!" The flower was in a corsage box in order to keep it fresh and alive. Greg took it out and pinned it to the left side of her dress.
"Perfect," he commented. "Black and red look perfect on you."
Amy kissed his cheek and they held hands as they approached the carnival gates. They paid for their tickets and as they entered, they immediately decided to go on the carousel.
The ride was fun and Amy felt like a normal teenager on a normal date. She felt very romantic as she and Greg strolled among the attractions. She was jolted from her thoughts by a tug on her arm. She looked over and saw Greg pulling her to one side.
"You know, Amy, I just realized that you don't have a picture of me."
"Oh, my. You're right."
"Then let's correct that." Greg tilted his head to a photo booth. The couple took a total of six shots: Two of Greg and four with both of them. Amy kept Greg's pictures and two of theirs.
As they headed for the Ferris wheel, Amy suddenly realized that it was dark. She felt extremely lucky that she had smiled with closed lips during the photo shoots. They boarded a car and as they rose up, the carnival was spread out before them. It was a kaleidoscope of lights, color, and sound. It was a spectacular sight and it took Amy's breath away.
Amy came to the realization that she was thirsty as they got off the Ferris wheel and said as much to Greg. He led the way to a concession booth where he got a soda for himself and a strawberry milkshake for Amy. After a long sip, he commented, "I thought you liked chocolate."
"I do, but I tried strawberry last week and really liked it." She sucked on the straw, drawing the thick concoction into her mouth. It was thicker than blood while the soda was thinner than that crimson liquid. Given the choice, Amy opted for thicker. The flavor was chosen for its color. Pink was close to red, especially with flecks of strawberries in it. Despite that, she was still thirsty.
A ring soared through the air and encircled an empty milk bottle. Two more rings repeated the procedure on two more bottles. A bell rang repeatedly, sounding throughout the carnival grounds.
"We have a winner!" the booth owner announced. "Choose your prize, sir." The man gestured to the prizes hanging on chains before pulling out a box of smaller prizes.
Greg glanced at the hanging stuffed animals before digging through the box. The bigger prizes weren't right for Amy. He was looking for the perfect gift for her, he just didn't know what that perfect gift was.
Suddenly, a doll caught his eye. It was a Sailor V doll! As he reached toward it, he saw a Sailor Moon doll and a little deeper he saw a Tuxedo Mask doll. He began to dig deeper until he found the perfect gift: A Sailor Mercury doll. He pulled it our and held it out to Amy. "For you," he said.
Amy blushed. "Greg, it's perfect. How can I thank you?"
"Say you'll go through the Tunnel of Love with me."
"You've got a deal," she laughed.
The tunnel was dark except for some dimly lit lanterns. It was the perfect romantic atmosphere. She felt Greg take her hand and give it a squeeze. She returned the gesture as she closed her eyes, feeling very relaxed. So relaxed, in fact that she felt like drifting off to sleep.
Greg's hand cupping her chin brought her back to full wakefulness. Opening her eyes, she saw Greg leaning toward her. His eyes were locked on hers as their lips met. A pleasurable tingle ran through her body as a different sensation flooded her brain: Blood. She wanted blood and not the stash in her room. That was, for lack of a better word, stale blood. She craved fresh blood. This craving and Greg's kiss left Amy feeling sexually aroused.
"This is the best night of my life," Greg sighed as they left the carnival grounds. Amy didn't answer. She was glancing about, trying the find a suitable victim to feed on so that this craving would go away, but there was no one around. No one but Greg. No! She couldn't attack Greg. She just couldn't.
Greg glanced at Amy out of the corner of his eye. She had been very quiet since they left the carnival. He hoped she wasn't sick. A second glance convinced him that she wasn't. Her eyes were consistently scanning the area
'Is there danger nearby?' he wondered. 'Is that why she's acting so anxious?'
He pulled himself from his thoughts when he felt his arm being yanked. He looked over to see Amy pulling him into an alley. Concern flooded his mind. There was danger nearby and Amy had pulled them into the alley so that he was safe and she could change into Sailor Mercury.
"Amy, what's-," he started to ask, but was silenced by Amy kissing him. But this kiss seemed different from the one at the carnival. It felt greedy and lustful. This wasn't like Amy at all! What was wrong with her?
Amy continued to kiss him greedily, occasionally tapping his lips with her tongue. He wanted to break off her kisses, but he was also enjoying the feelings, she was provoking within him. Suddenly, he moaned, for Amy had started kissing up his jaw line and down toward his neck.
"Oh, Amy," he moaned. Who knew she could be so sensual? He felt Amy suckling the skin on his neck and it felt so…good. He gave a murmur of content and he closed his eyes in pleasure.
A piercing pain in his neck, elicited a scream from him. His eyes snapped wide open and darted to his right, where the pain was. It was Amy who was causing the pain! She had her mouth clamped on his neck and she appeared to be sucking on it.
He wanted to say several things, but it felt as if his vocal chords had seized up. He then became weak and sleepy. Before losing consciousness, he thought, 'I guess my vision was right.'
Well, there you have it. Greg was the victim. I apologize to any Greg fans out there. It just seemed right that Amy's path down darkness should start with someone close to her.
