The Night Life: Round 9
Misao rubbed her neck and avoided Aoshi's eyes.
Dammit, she thought, irritated. I was so close to finding out the answers.
Her fingers gingerly touched the slight wound on her neck. She cursed to herself again, feeling a slight sticky liquid coat her fingertips. It was still bleeding. If what that white-haired – quite handsome, she had to admit – Enishi had said to be true, that Aoshi was after her soul – though she had no idea why – which meant that he was a vampire, then . . . Her thoughts trailed off and she could feel the blood rushing from her face.
She looked up at the tall man in front of her and met his slightly concerned eyes.
Aoshi watched the girl – no, he corrected himself, running his eyes up and down her slender body – the woman pale, her eyes focused on some spot near his feet. Though the night was warm, he could see that she was shivering. Was she cold? he thought to himself. He reached out to take her hand but she took a step back, a small reassuring smile on her lips.
"You're cold," he stated.
Misao straightened abruptly, her hand dropping from her neck. "Of course not. I'm fine. It's a warm night. Why would I be cold?" she babbled, letting out a slightly shrill laugh.
He had noticed the small traces of blood on her fingertips and on her neck. Taking advantage of her laughter, he took her hand and frowned. He was right; she was cold.
Abruptly, she stopped laughing and stared at him with her beautiful green eyes, a touch of fear showing in her eyes, watching as he brought her fingers up to his lips. He kept his own eyes on hers as he gently licked off the blood. His blood hummed with pleasure as her blood dissolved sweetly on his tongue. Briefly, he sucked on her fingers before letting them go, observing her eyes become drowsy and glowing with growing desire. Good, he thought, pleased. That fear was gone. He gathered her into his arms.
Misao was floating on cloud nine. The touch of his tongue on her fingers was warm and dimly, she thought, Vampires aren't supposed to be this warm, are they? A sizzle of excitement fizzled down her spine. When she looked into his mesmerizing cool blue eyes, they seemed to burn and promise her of fun, naughty things ahead. Misao shivered again, this time for a different reason.
She melted willingly into his arms and tilted her face up to his, expecting a kiss but instead he headed towards her neck, where the wound was. She stiffened, her senses returning to her.
Then her senses fled, abandoning her as his tongue gently lapped up the small sliver of blood. She gripped onto his shoulders.
"What did Enishi say to you?" he murmured against her neck. He kept a tight restraint from sinking his teeth into her neck. Doing so would only result in Enishi to appear again and Aoshi had no intention of having him interrupt them again.
"Mmm, he said . . . ," she trailed off, enjoying the feel of his lips upon the soft and sensitive skin of her neck.
He nipped her earlobe, encouraging her to continue. Instead, he just received a contented purr.
She murmured something deep in her throat and however enticing it sounded, he would have to explore that path some other time. There were more pressing matters that needed to be done and he needed her cooperation; he needed to find out how much she knew about him. The less she knew, the easier it would be on her.
"What did he say?" he insisted, this time pressing kisses along her jaw line.
"He said . . . he said . . . ," Misao sighed. She didn't want to answer him. In fact, she wanted him to shut up and kiss her, dammit. She wanted him to run his lips down her neck again and . . . "He said . . ."
Suddenly, she pushed him away, her eyes wide, remembering that she was in the arms of a possible vampire, a very hot and sexy vampire. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her heels. But before she could right herself, Aoshi grabbed onto her wrist.
"You were trying to seduce me!" she accused him shrilly, pointing a finger at him. Fortunately, they were standing on an empty street save for a few stragglers.
He stared down at the finger and then took in the flushed features. He'd forgotten that she had a temper. "I was trying to get answers," he corrected her. He glanced around him, ignoring Misao's futile attempts to free herself from his firm grip. This place was not a good place to discuss things; it was too open for eavesdropping ears. Especially with the possibility of Enishi close by, eager to snap her up if he turned his back.
Aoshi turned down the street, frowning at the small card that he held between his finger tips, taken from the slim waistband of her skirt. It was possible that Enishi had warned her about him, even going further as telling her that he was a vampire. Things were becoming more difficult now. There was no choice but to finish what he had started. It would be best if he took her to his apartment.
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