Affinity
Prompt: Bite (I regret nothing)
Title: watching rubies spill from ivory
Rating: T
Description: As he sinks his teeth in, all fight leaves her.
Her feet hit the stone pavement as she rushes down the narrow alley. This is her only chance. Her lungs burn as she gulps in the cold air, her exhales coming out in puffs of fog.
She does not stop for a second, just continues down the winding cobble stones to find some sort of refuge, all the while her mind screaming at her about how being on the streets is not safe.
It is late and not many places are open, so the moment she hears music and sees golden light filtering through dirty windows, she nearly collapses in relief. Trying to compose herself, Sakura smoothes down stray strands of petal colored hair and tries to even out her breathing.
Pulling the black scarf tighter around her neck to cover the makes, she enters the bar.
The bell over the door dings as she enters and the bartender stares at her from behind the counter expectantly. Looking around the grungy bar she realizes that it may not be the ideal place for refuge.
Other than the bartender and herself, only two other men occupy the room, passed out on top of a table wedged in the corner. Dim lighting and the scratchy sound of a record player at to the dull atmosphere.
Hesitantly, she steps towards the counter and climbs on top of one of the wooden stools placed there.
"What'll be ma'am?" the bartender asks and though he refers to her as ma'am, he does not appear to be not that much older than herself.
"Uh…" she whispers as if unsure, "Just a water, please."
He sets down the glass he had just been cleaning and grabs a different one from beneath the counter. Once he fills it with water from the tap, he sets it in front of her.
Sakura just stares at the glass, it is water stained and its contents appear cloudy.
Fiddling with her scarf some more, she catches the bartender's attention.
His dark gaze takes in her ruffled appearance and her nervous fidgeting. "Bit warm in here for a scarf, isn't ma'am?" he asks in suspicion.
"Oh," Sakura reflexively says, "I'm actually a bit cold."
Her response is quick, too quick for the bartender's taste and he runs a hand through his dark hair. Just trying to make up for the awkwardness, Sakura takes a large swig from the cold water before gently setting the glass back on the sticky wood of the counter.
"Look, lady," he begins, leaning towards her for some privacy from his unconscious patrons. "If you need help or something-"
"No!" Sakura interjects, speaking up for the first time in years. "I mean," she backpedals realizing that the man is just trying to be a decent human being. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm fine."
The bartender looks like he wants to say more, but the ringing of the bell over the door signals another customer entering. Trying to be discrete, Sakura pulls the thick fabric of the scarf higher up in the back, as if it could turn her invisible. Her fingers feel numb however, and grasping the cloth proves difficult.
She hears the heavy footfalls of the new patron and a squeak of him sitting down a couple stools down from her.
"What can I get for you?" the bartender asks him.
Sakura hears him mutter something that sounds like "the usual," but she cannot be sure since all sound now seems as if it is being filtered through cotton.
Suddenly, the dimly flickering candles seem too bright, the texture of the bar is as if it is made from sandpaper, and her mouth feels dry.
The world begins to tilt on its axis and Sakura finds herself swaying on the stool. Self consciously, she attempts to straighten the scarf once again, but her arms feel too heavy for her body and the cloth slips from her palm to the floor below.
She wants to bend down to retrieve it, but finds herself slipping off of the stool instead. She barely comprehends the muscular arms wrapping around her until she feels the sensation of soft lips pressing against a rather sore spot on the side of her neck.
"I thought I made myself clear before."
She stiffens at the voice that sounds like crushed velvet dipped in temptation. She begins struggling against the arms, attempting to remove the lips from her neck.
His grasp only tightens and whatever the bartender had put in her drink makes Sakura too weak to fight back anymore.
"You can never escape me," he whispers, the action making his lips move over and around the small puncture marks on the side of her neck. His marks.
"Yes," her voice comes out raspy and her throat scratches at the effort, "I will."
He lets out deep chuckle, the action jostling her.
"Did you hear that, Sai?" he asks the bartender. "She thinks she'll be free."
He moves his lips to her ear. "You don't know how wrong you are."
It's said so quietly, Sakura barely heard it herself.
"Tonight is the night that you become mine, fully."
Then her eyes slip shut as her mind surrenders and her hope is lost.
Moment behind closed eyelids draw his attention. Rising from the chair in the corner of the room, he moves to the unconscious girl's bedside.
She moves slowly at first, as if testing her limbs, a finger twitch here, a shuffle of her leg there.
Then, as if possessed, she jolts up in the bed and claws at her throat. Her eyes are wide and confused, the usual green colored enhanced so it shines twice as brightly.
"What the hell did you do to me?" she rasps out, a major contrast from her usual meek and obedient self.
"I think you know what I did," Sasuke responds smoothly, his crimson eyes taking in the entirety of her appearance.
"No!" she yells before leaping out of the bed towards the thickly draped windows. Sasuke cannot help but admire her toned legs that stick out from the sheer black robe she dons. He bites back the temptation to whistle as her hips sway back and forth enticingly, her figure clad only in the dark lingerie she had been wearing the night before.
She sticks her hand between the sides of the black curtains only to quickly recoil and let out a hiss of pain.
From this angle, Sasuke can see his mark, the darkness not deterring his sight at all. The usual red puncture marks were gone, having been replaced by puckered discolored circles of identical scars.
"How dare you," she whispers while covering her face with her hands.
He moves behind her, bringing a hand up to clutch around her neck in a show of dominance and possession. "You need to drink, love."
She tries to jerk away, but he holds her in place. "You don't love me."
"Oh?" he mocks questioningly. "There is only one way to find out." He pushes her head so that her lips come in contact with his pulse point.
He can sense the desire in her, the need to sink her teeth in and drink. With every beat of his heart and movement of his blood, he senses another crack forming in her resolve.
So long ago he had first found her on the streets, starving, lonely, and desperate. He had approached her with an offer, live with him, fulfill his wishes, and she will never be in want again.
She had obliged, but not without hesitation. Too good to be true usually is the case after all.
That night she had been cleaned up, fed, pampered even.
Then the catch came.
He came to her at night and sunk his teeth in her neck, taking what he needed despite her shouts. With the act he learned of all her desires, her thoughts, her feelings, her past. Her life flowed into him, satisfying his thirst and creating a new type within him.
When she passed out, he carried her up to her bedroom and did not return to the mansion for another month.
Once a month, every month, for three years he returned to feed, never attempting to touch her any other way.
Then, she snapped.
Never before had she really attempted an escape, but the one day she did, happened to be the one that the gate had been left unlocked.
That was what made him realize that his pet was growing bolder. The woman who he has kept now acted on her desire to escape.
So he did what any rational vampire would… he Changed her.
He drank and made her drink right back.
And now, she needs to drink more. The thirst must be driving her mad, especially since her master is standing right before her.
Presently, he feels her mouth part against his skin. He feels the scraping of sharp fangs brush over it as if unsure. Then she bites.
She bites and sucks and grows more excited. His thoughts and feelings flow into her. They surprise her at their intensity, but beckon at a feeling deep within her.
Moans tear from her throat and his as she becomes more passionate.
Sasuke finds himself practically shivering from the pleasure; nobody had drank from him since he had been first turned.
He finds himself falling backwards on the canopied bed, Sakura on top of him, straddling his waist.
With her newly refined blood pumping through her veins, she has grown stronger and can put some force in her holds.
However…
Sasuke flips them, being hundreds of years older and the one who turned her makes him stronger.
He allows her to drink for a moment longer before pulling out of her reach, forcing her to lean back on the pillow. Her pink hair halos her head and a look of dread washes over her face at the realization of what she is and what she had just done.
A single ribbon of blood drips from the corner of her mouth and Sasuke finds himself leaning down to lick it.
His dark fringe brushes over her face and tickles her nose as his silky tongue laps up of vermilion liquid. When he reaches her lips, which are open and panting, he pauses.
Should he really do it?
What will the consequences be?
He is already in enough trouble as is, having Turned a human…
But the thought is so tempting…
He has the upper hand. She is pinned beneath him, regretting her previous actions.
Just once…
Then like a thief ghosting through shadows, his lips brush lightly over hers for the first time.
A/N: I was just messing around in during a study period when this happened... I'll show myself out…
