Shin sat up, more sore than he thought he'd be, his bad eye screaming from having worn the patch all night. He cringed, both from the throbbing pain and from the way Kiara's snoring upset the quiet of the room. He groaned, swinging his legs over the bed to get up. But rather than the carpet, his feet met soft, cushy fabric.

Right. The dress.

If it could even be called that anymore. He'd ripped it to literal shreds.

Not like it mattered. The thing really was fucking ugly.

He yawned in annoyance, pulling at his patch and rubbing his eye, the world still blurry regardless, so he reached for his glasses before heading into the bathroom.

He preferred his showers to be scorching. But when he stepped in, his back stung.

Ha. No. That was impossible. He was just imagining things.

But the water continued to burn his skin, the sharp stings shooting up his spine and all the way down to his toes.

He rinsed himself off in a mad rush, jumping out of the shower to look at himself in the mirror. With hands shaking from irritation, he put his glasses on to see the damage.

Fuck.

Fucking bitch.

He wasn't used to this. To being marked. Her scratches down his back and her bite on his neck. Did she knew who he was? The last time he'd ever let anyone do that had been…

…Had he ever let anyone mark him?

He growled at himself, blaming the full moon for making him particularly weak to his own lust.

Well, that was fine. And if nothing else, she was a good fuck. Looking like a slut, scratching at the sheets with her back all arched, ass up in the air, just how he liked 'em.

And it would've been great, if she weren't so fucking…

"You think I'll come just cuz you tell me too?"

Tch.

He knocked the soap bottle off the counter, mostly because it was the only thing on the counter and therefore the only thing he could take his frustration out on.

And that bitch had had the nerve to laugh too.

Where the hell did she get that from?

Well. She was a Sampson. And a Sakamaki. That guy's daughter no less. Fucking entitled pieces of shit, all of them.

But, competitive sex? He nearly scoffed. So typical. Fucking vampire that she was. It only made him want to do it again. Put that bitch in her place.

Right beneath him.

He grabbed for the towel, roughly drying himself off, before wrapping it around his waist.

Fuck, his bad eye was still throbbing. Usually it would've died down by now. He clenched his teeth, starting to get pissed. And he hadn't brought the goddamn patch into the bathroom.

He gripped at the sink, staring at himself. He couldn't even remember what he used to look like. Even less behind the ugly red of his puffed up skin, swollen and irritated.

"Fuck you, Sampson."

…

Kiara squeezed her hands shut before stretching out her fingers, and then giving a low groan, stretching out her legs. It was disgustingly sunny. She could barely see. And this scent—-

Oh, fuck.

She groaned again, rolling over onto her back. Her legs throbbed.

Goddamn.

That felt…good. She licked her dry lips, running her tongue over them to heal Shin's bites.

She'd done it now.

Rolling back onto her stomach, and resting her head on her arms, she sighed. Bastard was good in bed.

Talked a bit too much, sure.

But was damn good.

The memories came in flashes. The sight of his fangs. The fact that she didn't stop him from biting her. The fact that she bit him back. How warm his hands were, that delicious heat between her legs.

No, no no, she was not blushing.

Fucking Founder.

She groaned. The shower was going. Should she leave? Maybe. But that required getting up. And she couldn't gather the energy to give a fuck about any of that right now. Gods, everything was sore in the best way.

Why…

She groaned again, mostly because she could, taking a look around the room though she didn't exactly move. It was relatively plain. For a moment she wondered if this was actually his room, or if maybe they'd just stumbled into the first room the castle had to offer.

Actually, that was more plausible.

His eyepatch was on the nightstand. That was awkward. He'd have to come out of the bathroom soon enough. Was she supposed to pretend to be asleep? Did he care if she saw him without it?

Did she care if he cared?

Gods what had she gotten herself into? He was Shin Tsukinami. Shin Tsukinami.

Well, it was a full moon. She had a habit of doing stupid things on full moons. So that was fine. The problem was she wouldn't exactly complain if it happened again…

The door clicked open, and Kiara froze, keeping her head buried in her arms. He shuffled around, gathering his clothes, she thought, and when he called out to her, she jerked.

"Oi, get the fuck out of my bed."

So it was his room?

She peeked out from under her arms. He'd put the patch back on. Somehow that allowed her to relax. "What," she scoffed, "No breakfast in bed?"

He lifted the mattress up, and she tumbled to the ground, the sheets tangling between her legs. "Ow, you fucker—"

"You gotta learn how to start taking orders, Sampson."

She pursed her lips, taking one of the pillows and making herself comfortable on the floor. "Not from you, Tsukinami."

He walked around, stepping on her chest, cutting off her air. She glared at him. "Excuse me, but kindly get the fuck off."

"Lick my feet," he grinned, "And maybe."

She rolled her eyes. "God what is it with you and…" she winced, trying to see if what she was seeing was actually correct, or just from the way the sun was entering the room. "Is your eye ok?"

"What—"

She pushed his leg off, standing up, the sheets dropping to her feet.

"Oi, at least have some fucking shame—"

She reached up to press around his eyebrow, to which Shin immediately slapped her hand away.

"The fuck do you think you are—"

"It's swollen. You need to put something on it."

"Heh. Don't tell me you're worried about me now—"

She pushed him away. "We fucked. Nothing more."

"Like I need you to tell me that." He grabbed her wrists, backing her into the bed, until her knees buckled and her back met the mattress.

Right. They were both still naked. Well, Shin had a towel but…

"You know, Toy. It really does hurt. You should make me feel better."

Kiara brought her hands up, nails brushing right over his cheeks, "C'mere." She murmured.

Shin seemed satisfied enough with that, because he leaned down, loosening his grip, but the moment he did Kiara lifted her legs, kicking him flat on the chest.

He growled, falling onto the sheets, and he was about to jump her, but Kiara kicked him again, making her way to the bathroom. She could hear him ruffling around, about to get up.

"Only a coward attacks his enemy from behind." She said flatly, wrapping her hair around itself into a makeshift bun. "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll make the remedy."

"The hell do you think you're doing?" He shouted, right in her face, gripping her by the neck, "We fucked once, Toy, don't think you own this place."

Kiara deadpanned, gripping his wrist and shaking him off. "You're ugly enough without that mess of red swollen shit all over your face. It's a simple remedy. I just need the stove."

Shin let her go with suspicion. "Vampires can't use magic."

"It's not magic you dumbass," she bit back, "It's medicine." With that she walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Gods he was an incompetent idiot, letting his eye get that bad.

She had no sooner but stepped inside the shower, that the bathroom door swung open, Shin pulling up a chair, sitting with his arms crossed.

He'd gotten dressed. She glared at him through the glass doors.

"Don't stop on my account." He smirked.

"Didn't get enough last night or what." She said, tossing her head back to wet her hair.

"I don't trust you, Sampson."

"Oh yes," she began washing her hair, "My most evil of plans always occur in the shower."

"Don't get fucking cocky."

She groaned, ignoring him, scrubbing her scalp as if she might somehow be able to wash him away too.

"I don't need your fucking help." He said finally.

Is that what it was? She rinsed her hair, finding this all rather irritating. "Don't take it, then."

She heard him click his tongue, but ignored that too, turning around to wash her body.

She began with her arms, the loofah scrubbing her skin, Kiara taking extra care to scrub over his bites.

But suddenly she was pressed against the wall of the shower, the tile on her breasts almost colder than her own skin, Shin's soaked shirt against her back—

"You piss me off."

"The feeling's mutual, trust me—"

"What if I fucked you like this. Made you suck me off."

"That'd be rape." She said flatly.

"Maybe that's how much I hate you."

Kiara didn't budge. "Even you're above something like that." She said evenly.

He twisted her around, so that her back was now against the tile, her eyes facing his.

"Take it off." He said with bared fangs.

"I'm not wearing anything—"

"My eyepatch. Take it off."

Kiara's eyes widened slightly, not exactly shocked but not not shocked, reaching up around his head to untie the string. The water was running over his face, soaking his clothes, and yet he didn't seem to care, staring at her with a sharp, golden gaze.

It was…almost…

The patch came off, and she let it fall to the shower floor. It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but it wasn't unfixable. Hesitantly, she reached up, lightly pressing the enflamed skin. Shin flinched.

"Well?" He spat.

"It's treatable."

He didn't break his gaze from her.

"It hurts," she breathed, "Doesn't it?"

"You said it wasn't serious." He snarled.

"That doesn't mean it isn't bothering you." She argued.

"Tch."

Kiara crinkled her features. "Your eye…" she began, "Did it…I mean, it was silver, wasn't it?"

He grinned. "Pure silver."

Kiara swallowed. That must have hurt like a bitch.

"I'm actually surprised the skin is in such good conditon. Minus the swelling of course," she didn't even realize she was touching his face, "You probably have Carla to thank for that. He must have done something immediately after your being wounded."

Shin looked at her with an expression she didn't quite recognize. Kiara cleared her throat. "In any case, you can wait for the swelling to go down, but you shouldn't wear the patch. The skin around your eyes is pretty sensitive, so it's pretty quick to put up defenses. Or I could fix up the remedy real quick. It's a simple cream—"

"You sure do talk a lot, Sampson."

Kiara pursed her lips. "I don't wanna hear that from you. Fucking radio talkshow host in bed."

"I didn't hear you fucking complaining." He grinned, inching closer.

She pressed her finger into his eye.

He screamed in pain, letting her go and calling her a bitch.

"Calm down," she stepped back under the water, rinsing herself off, "You won't die."

He grabbed her from behind, Kiara suddenly enveloped in warmth, Shin sinking his fangs into her shoulder.

She cried out, her body falling forward. Heat rushed to her face, the space between her thighs aching.

No, wait, fuck—

"Told you. You heat up." He licked the shell of her ear and she made to kick him, but he dodged her easily, letting her slip on her own stupidity.

Kiara hit the shower floor with a nasty thud, her head hitting the glass of the shower door. She groaned. "…erfucker—"

Shin gripped at her chin, squeezing her cheeks together. "Hurry up, Toy. You're gonna fix this shit."

With that, he left, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

Kiara rubbed the back of her head, water falling over her shoulders and down her body. Shin Tsukinami was one hell of a bastard.

And she'd never fucking sleep with that guy ever again.

Because he was right.

Vampires weren't supposed to feel this hot.

...

"I do not care for your personal affairs, but keep in mind she's yours only to purify."

Shin lowered his head despite himself. "No faster way to purify someone, right?"

"Do not get involved, Shin."

"You're the one who got me involved." He bit back.

"You've no one to blame but yourself. Your eye-"

"Ha. Was that my fault too?"

"You cost me my pride, that day."

"Like hell I did!"

Carla said nothing, only giving him that same condescending look he'd often receive from his mother.

Shin continued down the hallway, wondering why he stopped in the first place, when Carla couldn't really do much in this state to begin with. He didn't have to listen to him anymore. But...

Carla was desperate. Nothing like how he used to be. More than anything it pissed Shin off. Showing weakness so openly, the fuck was he thinking? It was exactly like that time, but worse.

People like that deserved to die.

His eye throbbed behind his patch, the pain alternating from dull throbs to sharp pains that hit all the way to the back of his head.

Well, he thought, tugging at the patch to let the skin breathe, desperate or not, that sort of thing...

Wasn't he the same?

A/N: Ahhh finally a full chapter about them! Comments are greatly appreciated ;)

Guest: Thanks so much! I won't give anything away but...lots of shit. Prepare yourself lol it's gonna be one hell of a ride XD