Chihiro: Part One

Chapter Twenty-Four

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There's something very thrilling about stalking someone you know with the intent to kill. I know how horrible that sounds, but it's true. As I stalked Anzu, I felt a thrill like none I've ever felt before, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand right up. I stood in wait until Petruchio's closed, and watched her leave and hurry away down the street towards the nearest bus stop. As soon as she could, she pulled out her cell phone and began dialing a number. I knew it wouldn't be wise to bite her while she was on the phone, so I followed close to hear her conversation.

It struck me that Anzu was not too terribly bright. Here it was dead of night with hardly any streetlights around, and she was blabbing away on her cell phone as if she were untouchable. Anyone out for blood would have had an easy time going after Anzu.

I nearly froze right in my tracks when I heard who she was talking to. "Otogi, it's Anzu."

For the split moment of silence I was inclined to turn around and leave her alone. A part of me didn't want to hear this conversation she was going to have over the phone with Otogi. I didn't want to think about him, I didn't want to hear about him, and frankly I didn't want to think or know about Anzu either. Sure I needed to kill her, now that she's seen me alive and well, but maybe it didn't have to be like that. Maybe I could leave her alone and she would just forget about me.

Anzu's tone was exasperated as she sighed into her cell phone. "No, this is important! I just ran into Jou." She paused for a moment, and then her voice became sharper and angrier. "Jounouchi Katsuya, you jerk-off, what other Jou do we know?!"

I felt a weird feeling in my stomach the entire time I followed her, like I was gonna be sick even though I'm pretty sure that's impossible, now that I'm a vampire and all. Was Otogi playing dumb, like he didn't know who was talking about? Or was he legitimately oblivious?

"He was buying a shitload of clothes with cash!" Anzu went on, rather hysterically. "I think he might be drug-trafficking!"

I rolled my eyes. Trust Anzu to jump to conclusions with absolutely no evidence. I looked around the street, because I knew if I was going to take her, it had to be soon. But I didn't want anyone around. No doubt she was gonna be a screamer.

The tone in Anzu's voice changed from annoyed to concerned, slightly of the hysterical side. "Yes you should care, you dumb fuck, he's our friend!"

That hurt…deep. The fact that Otogi was telling Anzu that he didn't care to hear about me, that's not the greatest thing to hear, especially when you once had the most massive crush on the guy. I felt my heart sink into my stomach and once again I felt like I was gonna be sick and tried to suppress the feelings of nausea.

Then Anzu said the thing I was dreading, the one question she could ask that would totally ruin everything. "Otogi, did he tell you that he was gay? Is that why you don't care?"

I knew it, right then and there, that this was her time to go. I launched forward into celerity, the night about me blurring as Anzu came closer and closer, and with my hands I gripped both her shoulders and wrenched her back into my body. The cell phone flew from her grip and I heard her let out a startled, muffled shout as I dug my fingers into her collarbone and moved my other arm to grip her around the waist. She struggled instantly, and to avoid anybody seeing us (though I figured the street was too dark and too deserted), I began to drag her into a nearby alley, and that was when she began to scream.

I took special precaution to make sure she didn't see it was me who was attacking her. I had the most incredible fear that I wouldn't drain her completely, and somehow she would recover, and when she did she'd be able to identify me as her attempted killer, and the city's police would be on the prowl for my face. So far in my three months as a vampire, I've not drained someone who's survived, so it was an irrational fear, but nonetheless it was a fear and I chose to act wisely on it.

I bore my fangs and bit into her neck, and her screams melted into shudders. Her body gave a sudden twitch but I held her fast, especially when her full, rich blood began to spill onto my tongue.

As the blood came, so did her memories. Within moments I began to see everything; a typical nuclear family home life, comfortable and rewarding with loving parents and interesting siblings, and a fairly stable student career. As soon as she came to Domino High School, she met Otogi and Honda and me, and she hated the lot of us at first. We were pretty nasty, I'm not gonna lie. I guess that's why she mostly kept with her cheerleaders and dancing friends. Whatever.

But then I saw things that I didn't know about. Anzu and Yugi Motou, they were actually kinda…friends. She was nice to the kid, and stood up for him when homophobes harassed him, and he would flush whenever she waved to him in the hall or said hello to him. In one of her memories, she took a break from her cheerleading class to run over to Yugi, who was quietly sitting and reading a book, and say hello. She seemed to genuinely like him.

And then I saw something that I'll never forget. It happened at school, right after class. As Anzu walked to her locker, there was Otogi to meet her, leaning up against her locker, looking sexy as hell and grinning at her. I could immediately feel her disgust at seeing him but he turned on the charm card and totally played it. Anzu tried to push him away with curt comments and sharp remarks to match his, and then when she just turned away to end the conversation, Otogi pulled her into a nearby bathroom.

An onslaught began. Otogi became angry and hostile, cornering Anzu and asking for an explanation: why would she talk to that little faggot Yugi and not give him, Otogi, one of the sexiest guys in school, the time of day? She argued it was because Yugi was a sweetheart and Otogi was a bad person with an ugly heart, and Otogi accused her of having a secret relationship with Yugi. The fight became more and more vicious, and the more I observed, the more I felt Anzu's nervousness. She was becoming afraid of Otogi. And there, in the bathroom, he moved to rape her. He pinned her to the wall, despite the fact she was struggling, and forced himself upon her. But before anything could actually transpire, another student came in, and Anzu got away.

But wait. You think that was uncomfortable, wait til you hear the next part. As I continued to observe her memories, I estimated it was another two months or so that went by after the rape attempt, that Otogi and Anzu had consensual sex; really sweaty, hard, animal sex. It was at Anzu's house, in Anzu's bed, and I could tell that she fucking loved every moment of it, the skank. I had a glimpse of a sexual aroused Otogi and even though it was the hottest thing ever, I felt a very real sick feeling crawl up into my stomach.

But after sex they distanced. Otogi became snarly and ugly while Anzu tried to be sweet and uplifting, probably wondering when her next fuck was coming. Otogi pushed her away, and Anzu was heartbroken. Nights were spent in tears, many hours in the bathtub spent crying and contemplating suicide. It wasn't until sophomore year that she seemed to get over it, and they began what seemed like a real love-hate relationship. Which of course was where I came into the picture.

But I knew what had happened. Otogi knew he couldn't make Anzu like him, which made him want her, so he pursued her like a son of a bitch with a mission, going so far as to take what he wanted. But when she yielded, he lost interest, and in the meantime she fell in love.

And now she was dead.

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I came into the mausoleum fucking miserable and not wanting to talk to anyone. Seto was right where I left him, on the couch in front of the fire with his book, and he looked at me over his shoulder as I opened and shut the door and stormed away towards the bedroom. I stomped up the stairs, despite the fact I heard Seto call my name, and I threw myself down on the bed.

Never since my embrace had I wanted to cry so damn much, and all for a mortal. For two mortals, really. Anzu and Otogi…won't he be fucking surprised when he hears the news, he was arguing with Anzu on her fucking cell phone when she was suddenly attacked and was later found dead in an alleyway dumpster behind a posh restaurant.

I curled myself up into a fetal position, clutching at my stomach because for a moment I really felt like I was going to be sick. I felt I was going to spew my guts and Anzu's blood up all over the beautiful bedspread to stain the marble on the floors and the delicately carved pillars of the bed. I could hear her voice inside my head and I felt like ripping my hair out to make it stop. I could see her face when I closed my eyes and I wanted to claw out my eyes. Anything, anything to make this stop…anything in the world to make this stop!

Distantly I heard footsteps on the steps coming closer and closer, and as not to appear utterly shattered by what happened, I sat up and tried to maintain my composure. I didn't need Seto acting all concerned and asking me what was wrong, I wouldn't be able to tell him, I wouldn't be able to voice what was going on inside my mind right now. So as the footsteps neared I prayed, I really prayed that he wouldn't notice it.

Seto put a hand on my shoulder, startling me for a moment, and when I looked up at him his eyes were wide and curious, not enquiring. "Jou? Did you have fun?"

I looked up into his face, and suddenly I felt like my heart was breaking all over again. Seto was so beautiful, with his wide azure eyes and delicate, lovely features, and that wonderful chestnut hair falling gracefully into his face. The fire caught in his eyes, on his perfect skin, making him look alight with fire, and my heart ached as I looked upon him. Right now I loved him more than I could possibly say, more than I could possibly voice, for whatever transpired between us in the past and in the now was far more powerful than anything I would have experienced with anyone, with Otogi, or anyone.

So as I stared up at him, I couldn't help but give him a truly loving smile. "Yeah…yeah I did."

It was a lie, but I don't think he noticed. He smiled a little and moved to sit down next to me, and I made room. He towered over me, even when we were seated, and I looked up at him and just smiled at him. His very presence immediately lifted my spirits, no matter how awful my mood.

Seto's hand swept over the collar of my new top, and I saw his eyes fixate on my form and his eyes gave an interested twitch, and his smiled tweaked in a different way. "Is this new?"

I looked down at my top. It was a jet black collared top, Italian silk, with the nicest black buttons. I had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the buttons only buttoned up to my breastbone. It was a great top, I loved it, and it seemed like Seto loved it too. "Yeah it is. Do you like it?"

His eyes met with mine, and they had a different light in them, the firelight caught in them, made them shine beautifully. He smiled a little wider. "Very much."

I had the most irresistible urge to kiss him, right there at that moment, just to show him how much I loved him. I know he probably didn't care how much I loved him, but I just needed to express it. Luckily I didn't have to, because Seto leaned forward and kissed my lips just gently, a sweet little kiss, like a kiss hello. I kissed him back and again I had the urge to break down and cry, just bawl my fucking eyes out, crumble into a little ball and let Seto try and console me. Then I could tell him everything, everything about Otogi and Anzu and the whole fucking evening I endured, and the memories that would stick with me forever. Maybe he'd understand, maybe he'd be able to tell me something, anything that would help, help me forget it…

His kiss intensified and he moved his hand up along my jaw to bring me a little closer. I kissed him back to match his force, adjusting my seating on the bed a little so I could have better access to him.

Maybe this was what I needed, just a little physical contact to make everything go away, chase the ugly thoughts away…

What started as a sweet comfort kiss suddenly intensified. Before I knew it, Seto was undoing the buttons on my new shirt and I was clawing at his pants. He was kissing me hard and his tongue was sweeping along my bottom lip, making my body shake. His chilly hands swept up over my ribs, tickling me a little, and pinching my nipples between his fingers before his arms encircled me and brought me square into his lap. I moaned in my throat as I suddenly felt all the blood in my body rush to my crotch.

The kiss broke and our eyes met for a moment. His azure eyes were alight with passion, so different then I'd seen them recently. I squeezed my legs around his waist and he growled a little in his throat, making me grin. I clawed at his sweater, wanting it off, just off so I could have at his skin. He seemed to read my thoughts because he pulled it up over his head and tossed it away onto the floor. I pressed myself against him and took his face in my hands and kissed him hard, darting my tongue into his mouth and feeling his tongue touch mine almost frantically. His arms held me fast and he pressed me against him, as if he was afraid I was going to try and get away.

My crotch was fast becoming on fire with need for him. Everything about him, his taste and his smell, was driving my blood absolutely crazy. Eagerly I rubbed my crotch against him, trying to motion to him that it was time for the pants to come off. I touched his skin frantically, running my hands up over his shoulders and down along his arms, just anything to touch him, to feel his skin.

His hands went to my trousers, and through the kiss I groaned to encourage him. His fingers worked at the button and drew down the zipper, and without hesitating he slipped a hand into my trousers and touched me through my boxers. I moaned hard into his kiss as he touched me. I moved my hips against his movements, eagerly trying to communicate that I loved it, what he was doing, and wanted more.

When his motions slowed a little, I rose up onto my knees and his hands pulled my trousers down off my hips to my knees, and then my boxers, bringing them down and freeing my erection. He grabbed my erection with one hand while the other circled around my waist and brought me closer. I moaned hard into his kiss, gripped his hair with my fingers, and endured his touch for as long as I possibly could.

The kiss broke abruptly and I was gasping. Seto grinned wickedly and licked along my lips and his tongue thrust into my mouth as his hand continued to molest me. I broke from the kiss for a moment to sit back and pull off my trousers and my boxers and toss them to the floor. After this task was done I launched myself at Seto and sat myself into his lap and claimed his mouth with a hungry kiss, begging him for his attention.

I needed it, I needed sex right now, it was all I needed. It would make everything go away, everything would disappear, so long as I was with Seto, caught in his scent and touching his skin.

Skillfully, Seto turned me around so I sat in his lap but my back rested against his chest. An arm wrapped around my waist to keep me in place while his other hand touched me. I groaned and leaned my head back onto his shoulder and his tongue swept over the shell of my ear, flicking at my earlobe. I bucked my hips up into his hand, wanting his touch harder and faster.

When my cock was weeping, Seto released me and pushed me forward onto all fours, so my ass was hanging out in the air. I let my head bend down as I heard Seto unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper. I shook in anticipation, my arms shaking violently, as I felt the head of his erection touch the globes of my ass, teasing me, touching everywhere except my asshole. One hand swept up over my back, running his fingers along my spine while the other positioned his erection at my hole. I bit down hard on my lip as I felt him push his way inside, and I squeezed my eyes shut and fought the urge to scream out in pain. I wanted this so badly, more than anything.

Have I ever discussed how vampires feel pain? No? Geez, you'd think by now I would have at least told you something about it. Well let me give you the bottom line…pain is pain, whether human or vampire, but when you're a vampire something strange happens. Pain morphs into something much more tolerable, almost intoxicating, a little like pleasure. I guess that's why biting and cutting and being violent is so often depicted as a pleasurable experience in vampire films. And because the blood heals things so quickly, pain is fleeting and then it's gone. It never lasts. So when you're a human and just a moment of pain is excruciating, a moment of pain for a vampire isn't quite enough.

Anyway, Seto's cock in my ass was a pain that I needed, that I absolutely and desperately needed. All I could think about was Seto, trying to picture him in my head, his beautiful face wrought with concentration and his naked body in one with my own. I gathered the bedspread in my fingers and curled hard as he thrust into me over and over, as I moaned over and over.

Seto gripped my sharp hips to give him better support as his thrusts became harder, touching my prostrate and making me groan heavily into the bedspread beneath me. My body curled and shook and I rocked forward as he plunged into me over and over. I cried out his name over and over, and he responded as hard and as fast as he could.

It was over far sooner than I wanted it to be, I wanted it to continue on and on for nights. But it crawled up on me, that feeling in my stomach, and I orgasmed hard and long, screaming out and cumming hard, clawing at the bedspread and squeezing Seto hard, enough to make him climax at the exact same time.

I collapsed into the sheets underneath me and Seto fell down on top of me. As I calmed and relaxed and slowly let the bedspread go from my clenched fingers, I closed my eyes and fought not to start crying. I wanted to so badly but I willed myself not to do it. Just don't cry, Katsuya.

Seto pulled out smoothly and collapsed next to me, lying still for a moment until I felt his hand take mine. And when he did that, I couldn't help it. I closed my eyes and a tear broke free. Subtle as it was, it was the most powerful thing Seto had ever done to show that he cared for me, even just by a little bit. It was too much to take.

I thought of Anzu, and how my undead heart wrenched for her. Why didn't I let her go? Why didn't I just…let her go?

Moments passed and then Seto was silent beside me. He had fallen asleep. The fire was dying in the fireplace, and I felt more alone then ever before, dying all over again within my body and mind, as I would die every night for the rest of existence, like the victims I took. I cried uncontrollably for hours it seemed until I slipped away into a sleep that was heavy with realization.

All humanity left in me was now gone.

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A/N: So obviously I didn't make my goal of finishing Chihiro before Christmas, but it is definitely getting close. Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year!