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Chapter 3 - Brotherly Love

The grey and blue bus rumbled shakily down the road that left the city that day, jumbling over the rocky pavement that soon led to a bumpy, dirt road, covered in dust and pebbles that flew about the wheels of the old bus like a brown mist of showering rocks.

Inside this bus, on the right side of the back seat, was Pan, dozing quietly while she leaned against the side, head on the pane of the window, and slumping forward just slightly as her will power to stay awake slowly decreased. Her finger twitched when it came in contact with the cool metal of the interior of the bus, and she curled her fingers into small fists, raising her arms to hug herself, and began to give up on her fight to stay awake.

Just as her long, smooth hair began to tumble around her descending face, much like her consciousness tumbling into sleep, a voice in her head spoke, "Hey, watch it, not safe for a girl like you to fall asleep on this bus."

Her eyes slid open slowly when she realized that the voice had not come from her mind, but from beside her.

Lifting herself up a bit, she turned her head groggily to see a young man, smiling down at her, seated in the chair beside the sleepy teen. His eyes were aqua, a blue-green sheen of friendliness that almost reminded her of something, but the memory slipped when he chuckled, running a hand through his semi-long hair, very close to the same color of his eyes, maybe a little lighter.

"Sorry I woke you, but really, you should be careful. I know a lot of people who would take advantage of a pretty young girl looking so helpless and asleep on a bus." he said apologetically, a sheepish look crossing his face.

Pan blinked sleepily, then let out a yawn, unfolding her arms to stretch them out tensely in front of her, and shook her head mentally, trying to wake herself up, and replied, "Uh, that's ok, I shouldn't be asleep on here anyway."

He chuckled again, leaning back and making himself comfortable in the seat next to her, and crossed his arms loosely, "Trunks."

"Huh?" was all she said, looking back at him, her tannish colored eyes finally focusing on him.

"Trunks, my name." he grinned and shrugged, "I'm going to be on here for a few minutes, just thought I'd make conversation."

"Oh.uh, nice to meet you, I'm Pan." She said, trying to act friendly towards the interesting man, throwing in a small smile. Besides, he was cute.

The grin grew broader as his eyes flicked around the bus now, looking around at everything half-heartedly as he continued, "So, what's a girl like you doing on this old bus all alone, huh?"

She stretched again, then leaned back in her seat, looking out the window while she replied, "Visiting family, I live in the city now, but I moved from the country on the outskirts, you?"

"Heading off to Kyoto, my uncle got me a job there around his shrine for the summer."

She smiled, turning to him, "Kyoto? That's near my old house; it's about a mile away."

"That's walking distance." He said unnecessarily, turning towards her again, the grin never leaving his face. He then locked eyes with her, a few strands of the light aqua falling over them as he gazed into the caramel colored irises.

Pan felt like she was being swallowed up from her eyes, her soul being wrenched out from the sockets, and yet, she didn't want to fight it. For some reason, there was a calm feeling that rested over her, relaxing, like an invisible, intoxicating, but pleasurable incense.

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Trunks slowly leaned forward, using the spell through the eyes on the girl he had just met. It was dangerous to feed right now, but he would tempt her, he would send pleasure through his eyes to hers' until that night, when he would feed off her.

He leaned in closer, his eyes still locked with the caramel ones, his nose mere centimeters from Pan's, and then he changed the pace and quickly captured her lips with his, jumping into a rough, firm, and bruising kiss. She reluctantly returned it, a bit more awkwardly, and submissed to him, a little fearful.

He practically crushed her against the side of the bus as its wall pressed into her back while he slid his fingers around her wrists and lodged them up against the cool metal, aggressively mushing himself up against her and continued the rough kiss, which she was cautiously trying to keep up with.

He slowly kissed down her jaw line to her neck roughly, leaving her gasping slightly and breathless. He could smell her skin, her sweet, salty skin, the delicate shell to his nectar of life, crawling around his senses, driving him mad, and just as his eyes closed and his breath vented against her, the bus came to a sudden halt.

They both were thrown forward over the back part of the seats in front of them, since they were half-standing before, Pan on her stomach, Trunks on his back.

They straightened up, not really making eye contact, and he mentally cursed at the interruption.

She stole a glance at him, blushing slightly, before hiding behind the veil of her hair, as he muttered, "This is my stop."

She nodded lightly as he grinned at her, aqua colored eyes glinting strangely while he exited the bus, rather irritated at that, leaving a smiling Pan to stare at his back.

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The two weeks that followed had been the best of Pan's life, in her opinion. She could often be found wrestling around with some of her family, playing poker and gambling with cookies, sharing strawberry wine with her mother on the roof, or hanging out with that aqua-purple-haired boy, Trunks.

Every now and then, he would appear walking up the hill to her house, grinning, hands thrown in his pockets as his eyes sparkled and the wind interlaced through that wonderful hair much like fingers. Fingers that Pan wanted so much to be her own.

What came as a surprise to her was that he reminded her so much of the mysterious girl she had seen in the park, though he had an entirely different air about him, they looked much the same. His hair was a shade lighter than the girl's, but still a lovely ocean-colored highlight, his eyes almost the exact same color. His eyes, well, they seemed a bit duller, perhaps, compared to the girl's, though they were the same color. Sometimes Pan would feel a sort of drawing sensation from his eyes, but nothing like the strange girl, and nowhere near as powerful.

Alas, though, every happy story must come to an end, and soon, she was on her way back to the inner-most depths of Tokyo, with a phone number scribbled half-heartedly on a piece of paper signed 'Trunks' that smelled so much like him.

And just then, Pan had her eyes closed, holding the paper to her nose, and lightly smelling the cologne he used, a slight smile sliding up her face framed in raven-colored hair contentedly, while she leaned back again on the big blue bus.

Her life was just about to get better.

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Her life was just about to get worse.

Bra growled angrily from the side of the building next to the bus stop, where she had been waiting for the Pan girl for a while now, and checking back every few days, checking the park even. She had become the center of her attention, the only one who had ever gotten away from Bra who had made the vampire feel so.vulnerable.

But that isn't what made her growl. Oh no, not at all. The aqua-haired girl didn't mind stalking Pan obsessively, of course not.

But what bothered Bra the most is what she smelled on Pan.

Sure, average stuff at first. Wildflowers, peaches, wheat, Henri Wintermans small cigars (from Holland, she noted), some other assortments of pollen, Suave body wash, Herbal Essences shampoo and conditioner, and finally, Secret deodorant.

But what really got her is that she could smell her brother, Trunks. He was a filthy thing, a true traitor of her clan, being so greedy for power over the group that he had killed one of his own, and in his very own family, even. And thus, he had been sentenced to the life as a drifter, and drift he did. She hated him. He would often appear to annoy Bra, just to get on her nerves, or find some way to get her in trouble, as if she would be kicked out of the clan, too, so he could kill her, and take her position as leader. Yeah, right.

Sharp, ocean-colored eyes followed Pan like a hawk as she walked inside, a small smile on her face, and Bra was left again, to admire her beauty.

Pan had gotten a darker tan while she was away. He skin was now a deep bronze color, shading over the small scars that randomly covered her body, contrasting beautifully with her long, silky, well-kept, blacker than black hair, reaching her elbows, and bangs that sometimes hid her eyes. And her eyes, damn those eyes.They were a deep, thick, but liquidy chocolate brown, large, and drawing, experienced, but memories of her being naïve pricked rather often around them. Her body was built athletic, and very slightly muscular, but had a tender, soft tinge to its hardness. She wanted that body.

And she wanted it soon, regardless of her brother's plans.

End of Chapter 3

Hope you guys liked it, I think I could've done better, but I'll get back into it pretty soon.

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