Innocent's Violence

By Kimra

Part 2

Footfalls where silent as she moved. Her body tense but smooth as she continued to stalk. She kept him a hundred meters before her always, not yet breaching the distance, although a few quick strides and he would be hers. Emotions coursed through her, emotions she had not been able to feel for a long time. But she could not name half of them as she followed him around another corner.

His pace slowed to a casual stroll, so did hers. The distance between them unchanged.

She took a strange step, her foot sliding subtly out beneath her and she saw his broad back stiffen a near imperceptible fraction. Her breath held in silence, her tongue wetting dry lips, muscles tense and ready to pounce. She wanted him to notice her so the final end of the game could be played. She hadn't waited this long to kill him to let it happen quickly either, the stalking felt as appealing as his death would.

His head shifted to the side for a second, eye's closed and she made sure she was not drawing in breaths. Ever so slowly he began again, his feet moving at an odd rhythm she did not try to replicate. She knew these game's well enough, although stalking college boys was more in Rei's expertise she knew the games of this kind of hunt well enough. After five minutes of walking at a quickened pace he stoped, abruptly.

Her silent feet continued, her mind tossing the value of giving him those deliberate clumsy steps that would signify he was being followed. Her pause fluttered at the thought of his fear, something the Usagi had always been revealed in. But he was not so weak as to be afraid to easily, and she was almost curious to see how he would respond to danger.

A smirk played on her lips at the thought, and she decided the stalking had taken long enough, it was time to take this game to the next level. She heavied her foot falls until they where audible, and began to breach the distance between them with small deliberate steps.

He turned quickly unexpectedly, his hand sliding between his jacket and chest. Reaching for something. His expression was solemn, his eyes sharp and predatory, and a thin smirk rested on his lips until he noticed her and all at once the predatory gleam in his eyes vanished.

Something rose in her at the expression, something odd and excitable. She had never thought there would be more to him then his common demeanour suggested, but his response had been prepared. It had spoken of bravery and secrets, of things not associated with him.

A frown pulled at his handsome face, his expression becoming mocking. "Isn't it a bit late to be out Odango?"

A smile slipped onto her lips at the name, he would never call her that again. The knowledge was delicious and again the anticipation for his blood pummelled her senses. "The arcade just closed." She replied casually, suppressing the torrent of excitement.

His head titled his eyes grazing her form. "It's kind of late though." He replied, the frown pulling his brows together.

Her hands moved to her hips, her head lulling to her left shoulder as her right brow rose. "Not by my standards."

"Won't your parents be worried?" His frown faded and the mocking smile came back, but it stirred no anger in her.

"No. They wont." She whispered in reply. There was something tranquil about the scene as it unfolded between them that made everything feel like it was a half dream, a moment encased in fog although there was none.

His hands slid into black pant pockets, his eyes focused entirely on her. "Where you following me before?" A teasing note entered his voice and she rose to it, as always, breaking from the odd sensations the encounter stirred.

"Like I'd follow you Mamoru-baka!" Her nose shifted into the air, forgetting about blood and killings.

"I don't know." He teased wearily, his posture shifting into casual indifference. She hadn't even noticed he was anything but calm. "It's the sort of thing you'd do." He continued. "Like that day I spent with Rei." His eyes flashed with mischief, hers with anger.

"I was not following you!" She shouted, the sound resonating through near alleys and across the street. She stamped her foot indignant and her eyes travelled their surroundings. "Where are we?" She asked suddenly, all anger disappeared as she stared at the nearby buildings. The tantalizing thrall of his blood had left her little time to think on anything else.

"Are you lost?" He asked suddenly staring at her in disbelief. She ignored the mockery, eyes flashing across the street in search of a street sign.

"No seriously Mamoru." She warned, her voice void of emotion. "Where are we?" She turned to face him as she asked, ready to force the answer out of him.

"About three blocks from my apartment." He replied a frown marring his face once more. She suppressed a growl of impatience, and stared at him expectantly. "That street over there's the one you run your daily marathon on." He pointed over her shoulders and she turned following the direction of his finger to a cross road she did recognise.

A sign escaped her and she looked up at him with a silly grin across her face. "For a second there." She muttered, shaking her head as she allowed relief possess her tense body.

"I can't believe you don't know a street you pass every day." He teased once more, the serious tension having decapitated.

"I can't be expected to know every street in Tokyo." She snapped sharply, staring at him angrily. "Besides I hardly have time to look about and enjoy the scenery when I'm trying to outrun the school bell."

He gave a laugh at that, his posture once more relaxing, she supposed she had set him on edge with her own worry. Once his rich laughter died a soft silence settled over them, his eyes on her figure thinking, as she considered her own path of action. This moment, this time, was perhaps the first time she could not completely separate him from friends to foe. He had blended the line in the midst of his mockery, and she wasn't entirely sure how.

"I'll walk you home." He stated clearly, and her eyes jumped up to meet his. She saw no chance for argument and reminded herself she did not want to argue, this was a hunt. Something was protesting, and she tried to ignore it as she turned towards the familiar street, his presence by her side.

Mixed feelings played inside her, still anticipation, still fascination and heat, but there was a tinge of guilt that ate at her insides, a guilt for what was going to happen, because the closer he stood, the longer he remained the less she could fight the need. The less she wanted to fight.

They had not moved far, not far at all, when she caught his upper arm in a soft grip and gently tugged him into a back alley.

"We should stick to the main streets." He told her with hesitancy in his voice.

She shook her head and continued to pull gently. "This is a short cut, I know." Her breathing was quicker as she sent her sense's out, searching for human life that maybe around. This was a richer part of town, still urine still vomit, but weaker, cleaner, the smell tobacco and smoke more dominate in the air. And still there was blood. But there was not life.

"How is it you don't know the street, but you know the short cut?" Mamoru demanded his muscles tensing beneath her grip. She let her eyes close as her wrenched out of her hold, and with an odd feeling of despair turned around to face him.

"I guess I remembered." She replied, a step towards him and he took a step away. Her lips twitched in a half smile, the man was too perceptive.

"You really are a ditz you know." He snapped in reply, but there was something in his voice she was not used to hearing. Fear. It shuddered through her body with it's intensity, he, Mamoru, was afraid of her. That it was a justifiable fear did nothing to prevent the tightening of her chest.

"Don't be afraid of me." She whispered, stepped towards him once more. He went to move but she grasped at his arm fingers curling into soft flesh, pulling him to her small body. His eyes where large as they stared down at her.

"Usagi," He wet his lips, his breathing ragged "let me go."

"Not yet Mamoru." She whispered, her left hand sliding up around his neck, feeling his pulse beating rapidly against her wrist as fingers slipped into his hair. She had never suspected his hair would be soft, it had never occurred to her during their bickering that it would be soft.

Tear's slipped past her guard, and her head fell against his chest, trying to find comfort in the tense body before her. It didn't offer to bring her in and feed her reassurance but it was all she could do as she fought the confusion only he could conjure in her.

She breathed in his scent as his pulse continued to fluctuate against her wrist, enticing her to break any resolve and feed. Even through the soft smell of roses and cologne she could find his own blood. A nick of the skin while shaving, a paper cut, she didn't know where it was from, but at the proximity of their body's she couldn't help but smell it.

Resolves broke, tense uncertainty was shoved aside and she remembered why they where there, in a dark ally, late at night, alone. Her canines sharpened as her grip strengthened on him. He must have sensed it because he tried harder to remove himself from her hold. She gave no mercy and pushed him up against the alley wall, her body sliding in before his, pinning him with a strength he could not have suspected.

Her hand released his arm and caught his shoulder. He gripped her waist trying to push her away fruitlessly.

"Usagi." He warned again.

She raised her head from against his chest feeling his fear, and ignoring his attempts to remove her. Her left hand continued to stroke his hair.

"Shhh." She whispered into his ear, her lips pressing against the lobe then trailing down the column of his neck until they found his pulse beating wildly. She planted a soft kiss there, at the apex of his shoulder and base of his neck before sinking her teeth into tight muscles. Blood poured into his open mouth, and her lips sealed around the wound, capturing the hot flow. His fingers dug into her waist in response.

Thinking stoped.

Nothing mattered but the feel of him. The slick feel of his hot blood sliding down her throat. The relish as it moved through her system like oil. It was clean and pure untainted by illness or abuse. His fast pulse fed her with unexpected speed, pushing the elixir deep into her. She closed her mouth tighter over the wound drawing the blood up faster in her greed.

It tasted like something, something she knew and wanted to recognise, but nothing seemed to compare to the taste of his blood. Not even at the beginning when she'd first taken lives had one tasted so perfect. It was sweet and bitter, setting her body to life with it's presence within. It set the nerves at the ends of her fingers buzzing with life, her own pulse to quicken to overdrive. It made her body tremble with appreciation, her legs weak and her mind giddy.

Her fingers tightened into his shoulders, pressing into those tight muscles as they began to loosen. Mental she knew he was close to finished, the flow was slowing, but she kept demanding more. It wasn't enough, she needed more. There was something about him that was calling to her and tearing at her senses, and all she knew was that she couldn't stop taking him for anything.

"Usa…" He breathed his heart rate slow and fading. "Stop." Fingers that had fallen limp by her waist tightened and pushed ripping her teeth along his unmarred neck flesh. Her mind reeled with the shock of disconnection as she was thrown to the other side of the alley.

Blood dripped through her hair, red dew drops on golden silk. Her breathing was ragged, her hands trembling with the aftermath of adrenaline. Her pink tongue dipped out, collecting the trickle of blood that had escaped her soft mouth. Her eyes travelled up slowly, one shaky hand brushing back rampant strands of fringe to clear her vision only to have them fall back in her way. They met his near-grey eyes memories of his hot blood on her tongue taunting her eyes to his neck. Blood pushed through the gaps between his fingers, spilling to the floor in a tragic waste. Her stomach clenched, her hands too. Eyes following the flow of red with unwavering intensity.

She could not think beyond the images of licking every drop off his hands. Savouring the bitter sweet feel as it slid down her accepting throat, the slight metallic tang, the warm smoothness. She wanted to drown in the flavour of his blood, it had been sweet and heady, filled with power and something far more elusive.

She tried to struggle to her feet, tried to gain some form of ground against him, wanting more of him but her feet refused commands and she realised as her body shut down the slick feel of his blood was overwhelming her.

She was unconscious before her body struck the ground.