Title: Our Love Must Die
Chapter 5: I Will Never Forsake You
(Now for the disclaimer thing...I don't own Card Captor Sakura! Never did, never will, but I created this story on my own! Also some of you may have noticed...or not, but the titles to the chapters are song lyrics, I don't own those songs either! I'm just using them for the story. Enjoy!)
To Sakura, her father's parties were all the same, he expected her to choose someone out of the many younger and handsome men that attended. Most of which came from a highly wealthy family, and would be able to take good care of her if her father were to pass.
Tonight's theme for the party was a black and white ball; in which Tomoyo jumped in for the opportunity to be able to make Sakura's dress. It was much like the blue dress, the one she had been wearing when she first met Syaoran. As soon as she thought of the night they first met, the first time her emerald orbs met his amber ones, the dream she had had the night before suddenly popped into her head. Her cheeks flushed and she had a slight light-headed feeling take over.
The dress that was just made by Tomoyo was one of both black and white, made for the special occasion of course. There was a thin, silky, white under dress that fit tightly to her form from her waist up, but blossomed out from the waist down only to end a few inches above the floor; the under dress made a very wide 'v' and was held by two very thin straps. Over the top of the white dress, was more of a black, tight fitting corset that clipped, instead of lacing, in the front. Two black long sleeves were connected to the corset piece that puffed at the shoulders. The edges of the sleeves and the corset were trimmed with a blood red material.
The shoes she was wearing looked like black ballet slippers, yet with harder bottoms and with short thick heels. Two black pieces of lace twisted and tied in an upward fashion on both her legs. Also she wore a black velvet chocker that had a red amulet with a phoenix carved into it, around her neck.
Half of her hair was pulled up and wrapped into a bun, with strands of black glass beads painted on them were different red and golden designs, intertwined into the bun. The rest of her hair was curled and left to dangle freely.
Sakura stood in front of the mirror taking a good long look at herself. She knew for a fact that Syaoran wouldn't risk coming to this party since there were no masks worn, but maybe...just maybe if she were able to leave the party sooner she could meet him again in her room as she did every night. Her stomach suddenly sank with that thought, if he truly did come every night...why wasn't he there last night?
A small smile crossed Sakura's face, "Well...it's about time to walk out there and dance with strange men who will be watching you as if you were only a prize to be won." A ping of hurt and sadness struck her heart. "Even though there is only one that you want...but can't have." Her smile seemed almost hollow and her eyes held a glass shield that seemed about ready to falter into a stream of tears. Sakura shook her head at her reflection, "Such a child...to scared to admit the truth..."
**
Downstairs Sakura's father waited impatiently for his daughter's arrival, while talking to some of the other Lords and Generals. Sakura approached the staircase with caution as she looked out among the mass of guests, some were engaged in conversations and others were dancing happily on the dance floor as the soft music played.
Another ping ran through Sakura's heart, only this one was a sharp pain. "What am I doing here?" She whispered to herself, as her head became slightly cloudy. That was a good question though...what was she doing here? There was nothing she set out to accomplish...not here at least. Most of the guys were all the same, and that is what made them seem so dull to her, but Syaoran was different...that is what set him apart from the others. Sakura was about to turn and make a run for her room, but she was suddenly halted as her father spoke aloud, only for the purpose to stop her attempt.
"There she is. My little cherry blossom, what sort of party would this be without her." Many of the heads of the guests turned towards the stairs and a sudden wave of attention and fear washed over her. Sakura's legs quivered slightly as she turned to face the crowd of people. Within moments her legs gave out from beneath her and everything went black around her.
Before every sound completely vanished she could hear her father and brother yelling her name as they and a few other guests ran up the stairs to aid her. Sakura didn't purposely black out, but it sure did save her in the long run of things. Sakura could hear her father mumbling in some odd language, or what only seemed odd to her since her hearing became muffled. She felt herself drifting farther and farther away as the darkness slowly crept over her now vulnerable form.
**
Emerald orbs suddenly opened as she remembered correctly the order of events that had taken place yesterday. She had been told to attend her father's party, she didn't want to, and for some odd reason she passed out. Now she was in her room, darkness filled most of the place, while a small stream of moonlight tried to pry itself between the thick curtains.
Sakura felt herself pale when she watched a seemingly odd looking shadow pass in front of the moonlight, making it disappear and then reappear when it moved. She snuggled further into her sheets as she searched through the darkness that consumed the room. "S-Syaoran?" Her voice was quite timid as the name flowed from her lips. When she was met with silence something stirred within her, it felt like a warm power that twirled round and round. She had felt this power somewhere...sometime before, but when? It seemed so familiar to feel this feeling, but whatever was approaching her...she knew what it was...or at least did before somehow. Her mind suddenly blanked from everything but one word rang clearly within it...run.
**
Syaoran found himself walking towards his elder brother's room, the large double doors were closed...as usual. As for now his brother was the clan's leader, and Syaoran was next to inherit the position as leader of the vampire clan, yet he found it quite amusing that the one blood he craved to possess as his he could not accept and keep the position to leader. Would he be willing to risk everything that would mean his survival to have what he had so desperately wanted? Syaoran had felt so close to the forbidden heaven he had only dreamed of, holding that angel in his arms. The angel he had lust for, desired since the first time he had laid amber-colored orbs upon her flesh. How simple a touch of hers could drive him so mad with hunger appeared to him a question to complicated for him to solve on his own. Would he risk everything for that?
His heart screamed for him to cry out a loud and pleasurable yes...yet his mind screamed for him to cry a tormented no. He couldn't allow himself to base his existence solely on a woman...no an angel that had proven in more ways than one how much she wanted him as well. He felt split two ways...one being his duty to the clan and the other being his duty to live life and love his angel. If he truly wished to let go of his angel he could...all he would have to do was simply close her off and shut her out of his mind...but what would the consequences be for that? He had already risked his life time after time just to visit her for a very short hour in which she begged him to stay at times and begged him to leave from fear of his life. Was he really willing to risk his life to keep her at his side? Such dangerous questions plagued his mind, the reason he was seeking out his brother's assistance during the matter.
Syaoran found himself drifting closer to the doors until he was but a breath away from touching them; his hand cautiously lifted and he gently knocked against the smooth wooden surface. He quickly removed his hand, he didn't need to knock for too long, he knew his brother had heard him, his exceptional hearing picked up movement without even having to lift his ear to the smooth surface to know that. He could hear soft footsteps approaching the door and Syaoran found himself on the edge of nervousness. It was one thing when someone disturbed his brother, but he didn't quite seem to mind if it were Syaoran...usually.
Syaoran eyed the doors carefully and stepped backwards and changed his position from standing to that of on one knee with his head bowed. The doors opened and a seemingly glowing figure emerged from the shadows that overcame the room both behind him and the hall in front of him. Syaoran was showing respect to his older brother and leader both; his amber eyes never left the ground below him.
The door opened more and the figure stepped out taking in the sight kneeling form of his younger brother. He had pure silver-white hair that fell loosely around his muscular form like a cloak, he wore a pair of black silk pants and an open black silk shirt to match; the ends of the shirt were trimmed with a sheen silver colored fabric to match his hair coloring. His skin tone was a pale shining color, as if he had swallowed the moon and it was trying to show it was still alive by radiating through his skin. His seemingly ethereal silver-blue eyes, a split of black down the middle...like the eyes of a cat, peered down towards the kneeling one as if expecting something. Long elegant fangs of pure white glistened in the light that seemed to be hitting it just right for now and were causing them to shine.
Syaoran cleared his throat, "Lord Yue, brother, I wish to speak with you about a very important matter." He was clear and to the point so as not to keep him waiting only to lose his patience or attention.
"What is the matter you wish to speak to me about?" Yue's voice flowed like silk, it was one of his charming assets like his eyes that made women flock to him and swoon over him.
Syaoran raised his head and looked his brother in the eye, "it is an issue I wish to speak with you in private..." he lowered his head after that.
Yue nodded only from Syaoran's position he hadn't seen it, "Very well...I shall meet with you in your chambers within minutes, but I first have matters to attend to."
Syaoran lifted from the ground and looked at his brother, Yue was indeed much taller than him, but it stood to reason since he was much older. Syaoran was suddenly aware of the presence of another in his elder brother's room; he heard a soft cry from what sounded to be the lips of a woman in pain. Yue's focus was suddenly turned to the room behind him where he had entered and closed the door softly, a signal for Syaoran to be on his way towards his room, his brother would keep his word of meeting him soon.
**
Sakura's vision was swimming as if she were under dark water, but she clearly wasn't. Her senses had picked up traces of powerful magic, magic so strong that it threatened to suck the very air from her lungs. It was both intoxicating and deadly; she still couldn't find the owner of the power but she had tried to escape the room as many times as she could attempt. Her exits seemed blocked off with barriers or if she did get to open a door it lead to a dark abyss that hissed and cried with joy to want to taste her flesh. She was trapped, trapped like a caged animal while the hunter sat back and watched the helpless prey run around madly until finally it ceased all movement from exhaustion.
Something within her seemed to boil, twist and turn; some form of magic she never knew existed, almost as if it lay dormant until now. She felt on the brim of bursting into a waterfall of tears. Whoever was here with her knew her, this didn't seem like a sporadic thing, it seemed more like a well formulated plan to drive her insane first and then apprehend her. She felt as though she were being deprived of oxygen again when she felt the thick magic around her, like sap from a tree being poured over an insect encasing it forever in a hard amber shell. Finally her vision had blacked out, something she was thankful for. Her now capture had shown mercy by stopping the torment and allowing her to just be overpowered and taken.
Sakura was encased in strong arms, covered by a black cloak that seemed more like a robe. His facial features were hidden by the shadow of the hood from the cloak, he obviously didn't want to be noticed; once he found she was snuggly fit into his arm's embrace then he allowed his form to disappear slowly like that of a ghost after tormenting a human soul.
**
Syaoran patiently sat on the edge of his bed as he awaited the arrival of his brother, it wasn't that long of a wait before his brother had opened his door and entered. Yue was the first to speak of the two, "What is the matter you wish to discuss brother?" His tone was soft enough, but his icy façade held the tone you'd have thought his voice would have matched.
Syaoran met his gaze nervously as if he didn't quite know how to voice what was on his mind. If this confusion were ever to disappear then he would need to find out now, something pushed him to know now. "What...how do you know if you've met your life mate?" It seemed like such a simple question, but he noticed the change in his brother's stance and then he finally pulled a chair up beside his brother and leaned comfortably against the piece of furniture as if he were thinking of what to say.
"It is something that you will know instinctively." He answered as if it were the only possible way of explaining it. Yue then turned his head to his younger brother and spoke again, "You have a powerful instinct to be near her constantly, if not it is the only thing you can think of. It is as if she is your siren that is linked in a closer bond than that of your family. If you are away from her for too long your mind will alter into a crazed desire that can turn dangerous, the same goes for her. Usually it will happen at first sight, you will feel the urge to have her attention focused on you and you alone, a sort of possessive mode that she will also share."
Yue's tone stayed simple through his explanation, the tone you would take as if you were explaining a hard problem to a child, but Syaoran didn't seem to mind it. The only indication that Syaoran gave of understanding what Yue was saying was a brief nod. "That is why we tend to stay within our own kind, the vampire blood has a stronger call and desire to choose their life mate much quicker than other types of blood."
"And what if you find out that she isn't of the same blood?" Yue's attention was focused squarely on Syaoran causing an unnerving feeling to rise.
"What would that matter?" Yue questioned with the same tone as before yet with a sliver of curiosity.
"I was just curious to know." Syaoran replied, his tongue darted across his own set of fangs, a nervous gesture.
"It would be the same, maybe a slight weaker for her than yourself. It usually doesn't matter what type of blood they are from as long as you know for sure it is your life mate." Yue replied monotonously. Syaoran nodded again and turned to look anywhere else but at his brother, also another nervous gesture. Yue stood from his seat and replaced the chair from where he had found it, and began to head towards the door. Before he left he turned around and focused on his younger brother once again, "if you have found her and she is not of vampire or immortal blood...I suggest you turn her, or perhaps protect her as best you can. She is probably going to be quite vulnerable, and quite possibly new at the situation of being life mates so I suggest you talk with her immediately. Once you have had contact more than once with her she will have a constant worry nagging at her, not only that she can have pains from being lonely and if you aren't there to fill her with reassurance then her mind can begin to slip into a state of insanity, and unless tended to immediately it can turn permanent." His tone was that of more of a father explaining something to his son. "Good night Syaoran."
"Good night Yue, brother." Syaoran watched his brother bow his head at the neck before he left soundlessly, and he found himself falling backwards upon the silken sheets of his bed. He stared at the canopy of black satin that covered the bed, he pulled himself up, it was about time he visited Sakura...and now it seemed he desperately needed to talk with her. Syaoran looked over to a clock from the darkness of the room, it was quite late and yet early at the same time, dawn would be approaching soon. He imagined she was asleep right now; a picture of her sleeping soundly with the moonlight caressing her face as deep even breaths escaped her crimson lips, suddenly it didn't seem right to interfere with that deep peaceful sleep. Letting out a slight sigh he decided against seeing her tonight, but he would see her first thing tomorrow evening. Yes...that seemed to be a wonderful plan indeed.
(AN: Please forgive me for such the long wait, I'm terribly sorry for that! Spring break is here now so I will have more free time to write more chapters! Also I think this fic is turning too fluffy for my liking...I think it is time to turn it twisted...those are always the fun ones to read! Thank you for all the reviews and such, and again sorry for the wait, I've been drowning in schoolwork and rehearsals! Hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Promise the next one will be up soon, I've already started working on it.)
Chapter 5: I Will Never Forsake You
(Now for the disclaimer thing...I don't own Card Captor Sakura! Never did, never will, but I created this story on my own! Also some of you may have noticed...or not, but the titles to the chapters are song lyrics, I don't own those songs either! I'm just using them for the story. Enjoy!)
To Sakura, her father's parties were all the same, he expected her to choose someone out of the many younger and handsome men that attended. Most of which came from a highly wealthy family, and would be able to take good care of her if her father were to pass.
Tonight's theme for the party was a black and white ball; in which Tomoyo jumped in for the opportunity to be able to make Sakura's dress. It was much like the blue dress, the one she had been wearing when she first met Syaoran. As soon as she thought of the night they first met, the first time her emerald orbs met his amber ones, the dream she had had the night before suddenly popped into her head. Her cheeks flushed and she had a slight light-headed feeling take over.
The dress that was just made by Tomoyo was one of both black and white, made for the special occasion of course. There was a thin, silky, white under dress that fit tightly to her form from her waist up, but blossomed out from the waist down only to end a few inches above the floor; the under dress made a very wide 'v' and was held by two very thin straps. Over the top of the white dress, was more of a black, tight fitting corset that clipped, instead of lacing, in the front. Two black long sleeves were connected to the corset piece that puffed at the shoulders. The edges of the sleeves and the corset were trimmed with a blood red material.
The shoes she was wearing looked like black ballet slippers, yet with harder bottoms and with short thick heels. Two black pieces of lace twisted and tied in an upward fashion on both her legs. Also she wore a black velvet chocker that had a red amulet with a phoenix carved into it, around her neck.
Half of her hair was pulled up and wrapped into a bun, with strands of black glass beads painted on them were different red and golden designs, intertwined into the bun. The rest of her hair was curled and left to dangle freely.
Sakura stood in front of the mirror taking a good long look at herself. She knew for a fact that Syaoran wouldn't risk coming to this party since there were no masks worn, but maybe...just maybe if she were able to leave the party sooner she could meet him again in her room as she did every night. Her stomach suddenly sank with that thought, if he truly did come every night...why wasn't he there last night?
A small smile crossed Sakura's face, "Well...it's about time to walk out there and dance with strange men who will be watching you as if you were only a prize to be won." A ping of hurt and sadness struck her heart. "Even though there is only one that you want...but can't have." Her smile seemed almost hollow and her eyes held a glass shield that seemed about ready to falter into a stream of tears. Sakura shook her head at her reflection, "Such a child...to scared to admit the truth..."
**
Downstairs Sakura's father waited impatiently for his daughter's arrival, while talking to some of the other Lords and Generals. Sakura approached the staircase with caution as she looked out among the mass of guests, some were engaged in conversations and others were dancing happily on the dance floor as the soft music played.
Another ping ran through Sakura's heart, only this one was a sharp pain. "What am I doing here?" She whispered to herself, as her head became slightly cloudy. That was a good question though...what was she doing here? There was nothing she set out to accomplish...not here at least. Most of the guys were all the same, and that is what made them seem so dull to her, but Syaoran was different...that is what set him apart from the others. Sakura was about to turn and make a run for her room, but she was suddenly halted as her father spoke aloud, only for the purpose to stop her attempt.
"There she is. My little cherry blossom, what sort of party would this be without her." Many of the heads of the guests turned towards the stairs and a sudden wave of attention and fear washed over her. Sakura's legs quivered slightly as she turned to face the crowd of people. Within moments her legs gave out from beneath her and everything went black around her.
Before every sound completely vanished she could hear her father and brother yelling her name as they and a few other guests ran up the stairs to aid her. Sakura didn't purposely black out, but it sure did save her in the long run of things. Sakura could hear her father mumbling in some odd language, or what only seemed odd to her since her hearing became muffled. She felt herself drifting farther and farther away as the darkness slowly crept over her now vulnerable form.
**
Emerald orbs suddenly opened as she remembered correctly the order of events that had taken place yesterday. She had been told to attend her father's party, she didn't want to, and for some odd reason she passed out. Now she was in her room, darkness filled most of the place, while a small stream of moonlight tried to pry itself between the thick curtains.
Sakura felt herself pale when she watched a seemingly odd looking shadow pass in front of the moonlight, making it disappear and then reappear when it moved. She snuggled further into her sheets as she searched through the darkness that consumed the room. "S-Syaoran?" Her voice was quite timid as the name flowed from her lips. When she was met with silence something stirred within her, it felt like a warm power that twirled round and round. She had felt this power somewhere...sometime before, but when? It seemed so familiar to feel this feeling, but whatever was approaching her...she knew what it was...or at least did before somehow. Her mind suddenly blanked from everything but one word rang clearly within it...run.
**
Syaoran found himself walking towards his elder brother's room, the large double doors were closed...as usual. As for now his brother was the clan's leader, and Syaoran was next to inherit the position as leader of the vampire clan, yet he found it quite amusing that the one blood he craved to possess as his he could not accept and keep the position to leader. Would he be willing to risk everything that would mean his survival to have what he had so desperately wanted? Syaoran had felt so close to the forbidden heaven he had only dreamed of, holding that angel in his arms. The angel he had lust for, desired since the first time he had laid amber-colored orbs upon her flesh. How simple a touch of hers could drive him so mad with hunger appeared to him a question to complicated for him to solve on his own. Would he risk everything for that?
His heart screamed for him to cry out a loud and pleasurable yes...yet his mind screamed for him to cry a tormented no. He couldn't allow himself to base his existence solely on a woman...no an angel that had proven in more ways than one how much she wanted him as well. He felt split two ways...one being his duty to the clan and the other being his duty to live life and love his angel. If he truly wished to let go of his angel he could...all he would have to do was simply close her off and shut her out of his mind...but what would the consequences be for that? He had already risked his life time after time just to visit her for a very short hour in which she begged him to stay at times and begged him to leave from fear of his life. Was he really willing to risk his life to keep her at his side? Such dangerous questions plagued his mind, the reason he was seeking out his brother's assistance during the matter.
Syaoran found himself drifting closer to the doors until he was but a breath away from touching them; his hand cautiously lifted and he gently knocked against the smooth wooden surface. He quickly removed his hand, he didn't need to knock for too long, he knew his brother had heard him, his exceptional hearing picked up movement without even having to lift his ear to the smooth surface to know that. He could hear soft footsteps approaching the door and Syaoran found himself on the edge of nervousness. It was one thing when someone disturbed his brother, but he didn't quite seem to mind if it were Syaoran...usually.
Syaoran eyed the doors carefully and stepped backwards and changed his position from standing to that of on one knee with his head bowed. The doors opened and a seemingly glowing figure emerged from the shadows that overcame the room both behind him and the hall in front of him. Syaoran was showing respect to his older brother and leader both; his amber eyes never left the ground below him.
The door opened more and the figure stepped out taking in the sight kneeling form of his younger brother. He had pure silver-white hair that fell loosely around his muscular form like a cloak, he wore a pair of black silk pants and an open black silk shirt to match; the ends of the shirt were trimmed with a sheen silver colored fabric to match his hair coloring. His skin tone was a pale shining color, as if he had swallowed the moon and it was trying to show it was still alive by radiating through his skin. His seemingly ethereal silver-blue eyes, a split of black down the middle...like the eyes of a cat, peered down towards the kneeling one as if expecting something. Long elegant fangs of pure white glistened in the light that seemed to be hitting it just right for now and were causing them to shine.
Syaoran cleared his throat, "Lord Yue, brother, I wish to speak with you about a very important matter." He was clear and to the point so as not to keep him waiting only to lose his patience or attention.
"What is the matter you wish to speak to me about?" Yue's voice flowed like silk, it was one of his charming assets like his eyes that made women flock to him and swoon over him.
Syaoran raised his head and looked his brother in the eye, "it is an issue I wish to speak with you in private..." he lowered his head after that.
Yue nodded only from Syaoran's position he hadn't seen it, "Very well...I shall meet with you in your chambers within minutes, but I first have matters to attend to."
Syaoran lifted from the ground and looked at his brother, Yue was indeed much taller than him, but it stood to reason since he was much older. Syaoran was suddenly aware of the presence of another in his elder brother's room; he heard a soft cry from what sounded to be the lips of a woman in pain. Yue's focus was suddenly turned to the room behind him where he had entered and closed the door softly, a signal for Syaoran to be on his way towards his room, his brother would keep his word of meeting him soon.
**
Sakura's vision was swimming as if she were under dark water, but she clearly wasn't. Her senses had picked up traces of powerful magic, magic so strong that it threatened to suck the very air from her lungs. It was both intoxicating and deadly; she still couldn't find the owner of the power but she had tried to escape the room as many times as she could attempt. Her exits seemed blocked off with barriers or if she did get to open a door it lead to a dark abyss that hissed and cried with joy to want to taste her flesh. She was trapped, trapped like a caged animal while the hunter sat back and watched the helpless prey run around madly until finally it ceased all movement from exhaustion.
Something within her seemed to boil, twist and turn; some form of magic she never knew existed, almost as if it lay dormant until now. She felt on the brim of bursting into a waterfall of tears. Whoever was here with her knew her, this didn't seem like a sporadic thing, it seemed more like a well formulated plan to drive her insane first and then apprehend her. She felt as though she were being deprived of oxygen again when she felt the thick magic around her, like sap from a tree being poured over an insect encasing it forever in a hard amber shell. Finally her vision had blacked out, something she was thankful for. Her now capture had shown mercy by stopping the torment and allowing her to just be overpowered and taken.
Sakura was encased in strong arms, covered by a black cloak that seemed more like a robe. His facial features were hidden by the shadow of the hood from the cloak, he obviously didn't want to be noticed; once he found she was snuggly fit into his arm's embrace then he allowed his form to disappear slowly like that of a ghost after tormenting a human soul.
**
Syaoran patiently sat on the edge of his bed as he awaited the arrival of his brother, it wasn't that long of a wait before his brother had opened his door and entered. Yue was the first to speak of the two, "What is the matter you wish to discuss brother?" His tone was soft enough, but his icy façade held the tone you'd have thought his voice would have matched.
Syaoran met his gaze nervously as if he didn't quite know how to voice what was on his mind. If this confusion were ever to disappear then he would need to find out now, something pushed him to know now. "What...how do you know if you've met your life mate?" It seemed like such a simple question, but he noticed the change in his brother's stance and then he finally pulled a chair up beside his brother and leaned comfortably against the piece of furniture as if he were thinking of what to say.
"It is something that you will know instinctively." He answered as if it were the only possible way of explaining it. Yue then turned his head to his younger brother and spoke again, "You have a powerful instinct to be near her constantly, if not it is the only thing you can think of. It is as if she is your siren that is linked in a closer bond than that of your family. If you are away from her for too long your mind will alter into a crazed desire that can turn dangerous, the same goes for her. Usually it will happen at first sight, you will feel the urge to have her attention focused on you and you alone, a sort of possessive mode that she will also share."
Yue's tone stayed simple through his explanation, the tone you would take as if you were explaining a hard problem to a child, but Syaoran didn't seem to mind it. The only indication that Syaoran gave of understanding what Yue was saying was a brief nod. "That is why we tend to stay within our own kind, the vampire blood has a stronger call and desire to choose their life mate much quicker than other types of blood."
"And what if you find out that she isn't of the same blood?" Yue's attention was focused squarely on Syaoran causing an unnerving feeling to rise.
"What would that matter?" Yue questioned with the same tone as before yet with a sliver of curiosity.
"I was just curious to know." Syaoran replied, his tongue darted across his own set of fangs, a nervous gesture.
"It would be the same, maybe a slight weaker for her than yourself. It usually doesn't matter what type of blood they are from as long as you know for sure it is your life mate." Yue replied monotonously. Syaoran nodded again and turned to look anywhere else but at his brother, also another nervous gesture. Yue stood from his seat and replaced the chair from where he had found it, and began to head towards the door. Before he left he turned around and focused on his younger brother once again, "if you have found her and she is not of vampire or immortal blood...I suggest you turn her, or perhaps protect her as best you can. She is probably going to be quite vulnerable, and quite possibly new at the situation of being life mates so I suggest you talk with her immediately. Once you have had contact more than once with her she will have a constant worry nagging at her, not only that she can have pains from being lonely and if you aren't there to fill her with reassurance then her mind can begin to slip into a state of insanity, and unless tended to immediately it can turn permanent." His tone was that of more of a father explaining something to his son. "Good night Syaoran."
"Good night Yue, brother." Syaoran watched his brother bow his head at the neck before he left soundlessly, and he found himself falling backwards upon the silken sheets of his bed. He stared at the canopy of black satin that covered the bed, he pulled himself up, it was about time he visited Sakura...and now it seemed he desperately needed to talk with her. Syaoran looked over to a clock from the darkness of the room, it was quite late and yet early at the same time, dawn would be approaching soon. He imagined she was asleep right now; a picture of her sleeping soundly with the moonlight caressing her face as deep even breaths escaped her crimson lips, suddenly it didn't seem right to interfere with that deep peaceful sleep. Letting out a slight sigh he decided against seeing her tonight, but he would see her first thing tomorrow evening. Yes...that seemed to be a wonderful plan indeed.
(AN: Please forgive me for such the long wait, I'm terribly sorry for that! Spring break is here now so I will have more free time to write more chapters! Also I think this fic is turning too fluffy for my liking...I think it is time to turn it twisted...those are always the fun ones to read! Thank you for all the reviews and such, and again sorry for the wait, I've been drowning in schoolwork and rehearsals! Hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Promise the next one will be up soon, I've already started working on it.)
