Rain
RK doesn't belong to me.
AN:…last chapter, 2,030 words if the computer is right…the longest I most likely have ever done… (*hint, I had been reading an Anne Rice novel…so things are kind of twisted.)
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The darkness surrounded her once more. And once again, she was swimming in the warmth and darkness that only he could give her—give any one in the world who seeked his hold in the light of the darkness and moon hanging in the sky like the great jewel owned by a god.
How she wanted it, the darkness, the warmth and the feeling he gave you deep with in as you came, the flow of the sheer pleasure filled you, wanting to make you burst with just the thought. Kaoru thought she would as he embraced her tightly, his words lost to the wind and the night.
Something told her this wasn't right, that she should shove him away, to take the punishment with a cold heart, if only so he couldn't take her again.
"No…no…" she muttered, her voice shattering against his chest as the tears threatened to cascade onto the silk of his western shirt, onto the heat that women every craved and would want to have even if for an hour. But she didn't…didn't she? She feared him, the deep darkness that he could create with in her, deep with in her heart and mind, where the blood would drain freely if only he would say the word.
"Oh, my poor child bride, in this world you have been crushed, seeing too much for your young eyes…I should've taken you with me so long ago, to travel with me and love me—"
"Love? What is love? Its nothing."
"What? My dear child, you beloved it so long ago. Why not now?"
"As you said, didn't the world crush me with its truth and its lies?" His amber eyes looked deep into the blue sapphires she owned, the ones he knew long ago, the ones where he could see what she felt deep with in her heart, that showed him her very soul. They showed now the blazing anger that would most likely burn him like the sun, if he got to close…which was exactly what he wanted. "Burn my child, burn the whole world if that would please you."
He cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her hard on the lips.
A flame was kindled in both as the kiss came from gentle to rough as his tongue invaded her mouth, twisting and battling with her own as he sought the dominance that he had once long ago, in that room at the back of that pauper of a father's house, when he knew he would have her for ever.
As for her, she loved it and she hated it. All the emotion came strong and in a mix that hit her in the heart like a katana burning with the thick blood of it's latest victim. She wished that were she right now, dying on the floor as the blood rushed from her wound as the sun rose in the sky. Finally feeling the real warmth of day, not the heat of a fire or a person's body tightly crushed to her own.
His lips left her own, trailing fire along her jaw as he kissed his way to the pounding jugular. The sound of the flowing blood that her very body created, the sweetness that he wanted and strived on every time he was near this mysterious creature of the night he had created with his own hands. How he wanted her, and yet, she how she didn't want him.
Or did she?
No answer from her, they were only his deep thoughts, ones she couldn't feel in the warmth of his hold or his kiss.
The beat of her blood was beneath his tongue as he licked the spot, the strength of the beat thundering through his nerves. It was pleasure; this day would only be pleasure.
His arms reached around her body, one holding her closely to her as the other went up and tilted her head to the side, brushing away her thick hair from the spot.
It took Kaoru long to realize what he was doing, the heat and pleasure clouded her brain, making everything else blurry. Making it hard to think of anything else, like so long ago. But she felt the tongue traveling over the vein, trying to find a prefect spot to sink his teeth in.
"No…please, no…"
He didn't listen, when did he ever listen? His teeth sank slowly into the vein, and she cried out, a vampire crying to be left alone in the midst of the night, away from everything else.
She went limp in his arms, leaning back as her body seemed to lose its ability to stand. He watched the blood from her wound fall to the polished wooden floor beneath her, the two identical puncture marks on the smooth column she called a neck heal, stopping the flow. The blood lost would only be regained when she had more of the sweet nectar that the gods had—made—them drink to stay alive in the accursed world of the mortals.
Oh the dreaded world of mortals, where the gods threw them so long ago, his ancestors. They were hated, but for what? The reason for the resentment that was gained over the passing years as they all lived under the sun, high in the heavens for the sake of ruling the earth in harmony. But, there were reasons, as there was always reasons for everything.
Their beauty, knowledge, strength, all their abilities given to them at the time of their endless birth, when the being that ruled over all of them created the creatures—these kyuketsuki finally came into this world. Oh, the possibilities that could've come if they were only allowed to be realized!
"And you, my dear fallen angel, are going to help me create it all."
She awoke to the darkness of her room, something she would get to know for some time. The only light was from a small fire, built in a small fireplace at the farthest corner. Sitting up with the intent of going closer to the warmth, she shivered as the cold air brushed against her bare skin. Taking the sheet, black silk, from the bed, she wrapped it about herself, walking closer and closer to the glow of fire, the haunting color of his hair.
Did she love him? This creature that haunted her nightmares and now held her within his grasp? It was like answering the question, did a bee love their queen? Endless possibilities that Kaoru didn't think she could ever answer without looking deeper. Deeper into her own heart, and his.
Holding her hands out, she held them to the flames, only going as close to it as she dared. The fire couldn't destroy her, but the burns and the pain was like that of a mortal—only twice as strong. But the human side was scared of it, having seen it destroy her home—her village only a few decades ago. It frightened her that something this weak, this strange thing, could destroy so many things she knew and loved. Maybe it was even because it reminded her of him…
"I see you have found the warmth of the fire pleasing."
She looked and saw him, sitting on the bed where she once laid, the black leather of his pants clinging tightly to the curves of his leg muscles, and the fire dancing across the luscious plains of his chest. Tightening the sheet around her body she stood, walking slowly towards him until she sat down on the ground, resting her back on the silken sheets and her head on his leg.
"Does my brave little one know she cannot go any farther then this room? I am sorry about that, alas, it must be done…I can't have you running away now, can I?" His hand went to her head, running his fingers over her hair, petting her like he would a dog. "But, where is the fire in all of that."
The fire burst, becoming full flames as they leaped out of their trapped place, spreading up and out. This startled her, grasping his leg as the fire crept closer to them, filling the room with its deadly beauty.
Right when it came to them, when Kaoru thought it would swallow them both into its endless heat and pain, it stopped, just as suddenly as it came.
"Ah, that was enough fire, huh my dear? This heat, this fire you will soon be feeling, isn't that just wonderful?"
"Why? Why would something that destructible be wonderful?" She looked up at him, her eyes trying to tell him something, but what?
He couldn't figure this new creature out, so many years had gone by, time for her to change and learn of the real world. Maybe he should've taken her with him, to take her on his travels, but that would've distracted him, no doubt. And that wouldn't do.
"What are you trying to do to me my child bride? You twist my logic as much as you twist my heart." Kenshin went to his knees, cupping her face in his palms, looking into her eyes, yearning to find the answer he so wanted to seek but could never find. She hid it so well, too well, and there would be no point for searching for something he could never be able to see.
Don't give up…please don't give up…
This thought coursed through him, but it wasn't his own. It was hers. She spoke to him, in his mind, or was it her emotions, the ones hidden deep with in her, beyond his reach in the darkness of the eternity?
He kissed her, fiercely his tongue invaded her lips, seeking to battle her once more for this domination that he wanted, so rightly deserved, but could never really own. Tears came, sliding down her cheeks as they did so, each one spilling on the floor in their master's blurry daze. How they both wished, some how, that everything would just be said and done with out any real movement or motive from them.
What did they want? That was the real question beyond it all.
The dinning hall was empty, but he still sat there, so long after he had returned with his bride, and the sun rising in the eastern sky. Once, long ago, he had tried to kill him self, standing there in the blazing heat, feeling the burn for only a few minuets, before everything felt fine once more. Th at day, he learned of their past—the past of his kind, the vampires. They weren't creatures that only lived in the night, the monsters that some one created them to be.
There was a crude laugh, it was all so ironic, being cast out because they possessed something that they couldn't give up because everything they lived for was what they owned.
"You know that Battousai, I think that bring this one back will only just make things worse. For all of us," said a cold voice, monotone as the owner walked into the hall, his long coat hanging about his tall and lean frame. Only this man could really define the words tall dark and handsome. His hair was of a pitch black, and his eyes resembled the color of blue ice. Only one person really loved him in this world and the next, and most of the vampires in the clan considered her—and him—crazy.
"Well, Aoshi, I once thought it was hell for you to bring that…weasel into this clan, did I not? And look what that has brought us." Kenshin replied, a mischievous tone in his voice as he clearly mocked the man before him.
"You love to twist the words of everyone, don't you?"
"Aoshi, you know me too well, don't you?"
"And I wish I didn't."
"Too bad."
The two stared at each other, amber looking at ice blue, and neither seeming to win.
"Hey, Master! I've got a question!" Who else to walk—or more exactly, skip in—than the tall youko with silver hair and eyes that matched only to that of the man he worked for.
"What is it youko? I thought I asked you to see to it that my little one got something to eat." Kenshin looked at Kurama, watching at the kitsune twirled a piece of his long hair.
"I know, but she doesn't quite know what she wants—so she asked me to get her what ever you would've preferred," was his reply dropping the strand and brought out a pad and pencil from the sup-space pocket in his hair.
"I don't quite know, Aoshi, do you have any idea?"
"How about…a fresh fruit salad?"
"Misao-chan has certainly gotten to you. Yes a fruit salad would probably be nice, and maybe a glass of blood."
"Would that be all sir?"
"Yes, now go, and hurry, even I can grow impatient even if it's not food going into my own stomach."
"On my way sir!" Kurama skipped on out of the room, leaving the occupants with his melody-less humming.
"Well, that was certainly different," Aoshi muttered, watching tell the last bit of silver hair leave his sight.
"All in all, it is certainly a batch of people we have created in this clan, isn't that so true, Aoshi-chan?"
"Kao-chan! I have a nice meal for you, freshly made too!" called out Kurama in a sing-song voice as he entered the room from a door Kaoru couldn't see with her eyes, but could always tell it was there. In his arms was a tray, in which a bowl of fruit and a glass of red blood sat, ready to be eaten by the frail vampire sitting huddled by the burning fire.
She was watching the flames, trying to find her real feelings for that burning red head that could always inflame her heart.
"Kao-chan? Can you hear me?" Kurama was up at her face, not startling the girl as he yelled into her ear. She looked at him, with glazed sapphire eyes, covered in tears that didn't want to spill. That couldn't spill.
"I hear you just fine kitsune, thank you."
"Thank you? Is that all I get for delivering this delicious food that our wonderful chief dished up for you!" Once more, did the fox spirit look pitiful; his ears drooping at he looked at her with sad eyes.
"Tell the chief thank you as well." She smiled at him, as he just looked back with a 'dead' sort of look.
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AN: 2, 435 WORDS! I have never written that much in one chapter…or at least I think I haven't…and this is a lot, with so much detail, but wonderful dialogue. I am proud of myself for this accomplishment. I am trying out for soccer this year, yeah! So, I will only be able to write during the weekend, and that is only like two days if I really concentrate, though I started this one over a few days. *sigh* I might even have this one proofread by the time I get it online! The world just sucks!
Clownareevil & Darkshadowheartless: I just realized something, are you have named after Kingdom Hearts? Anyway, I'm sorry I got you running again, but the Anne Rice novels making my chapters a lot better is very right, it does help, she is my inspiration in the way of Gothic Readings. Thank you for proofreading this chapter for me.
KasumiDestruction: Suspense is evil, when it comes to something's, but this story I think needs it.
omochi: I will try to update soon, but, I can't figure out HOW when the button is missing from that main bar thing! *cries a moment*
ToNbErYoFwEiRdNeSs: Long chapters=Reading more Anne Rice Novels. The rest is a blank…
Leigh: Vampire lady, I wish I was one, once knew some one who claimed to be the son of Dracula, and then he vanished. Kenshin is somewhat evil, but, there are BIG reasons behind it all.
chibi-ken14: Interested it good, I am glad you are. ^.^
tsuki-sama: my vampire stories are good, maybe because they are my favorite monsters of all time, ever Halloween I am one. I know how it's been to be gone from a computer, I understand your pain, and it sucks!
Kriska: dark stories make me cry, not scared or freaked out, but saddens me to the point of tears. And I will update as soon as I figure out how!
Val: She wasn't trying to hide from him over the past few decades they had been separated. I'm glad you like it.
Thank you for reviewing, and liking this, though I hope the length of the chapters is pleasing, cause they are getting longer then I have ever hoped, and they are SO much better.