Chapter 24
The betrayal of being struck by Azusa was overwhelming, and the realization as to why he had done it was enough to make Yui scream. She had been swept off her feet, literally, by one of the vampires she feared most and didn't have the courage to look him in the eye after their last encounter. "You're crying," Ayato chuckled as he kicked the front door open and carried her inside, lazily allowing her feet to strike against the door frame and cause a loud bang across the practically silent mansion. "How pitiful."
"Ah how I've missed the taste of you." Ayato hadn't spared a moment to lay the blonde down onto his sheets and penetrate the flesh of her shoulder, allowing a nauseating crunching sound to erupt from her skin being torn followed by the sickening suckling of him drinking her nectar. Yui was too emotionally drained to fight back and simply allowed him to have his way with her.
The feel of his fangs stirring inside of her was something that Yui never missed, even during those nights in the Mukami bed that she spent yearning for the familiar feeling of 'home' she had grown accustomed to at the Sakamaki mansion. Even when the others had bitten her, even Ruki, there always seemed to be a hint of something else among the pain - something she had regrettably and falsely recognized to perhaps even be a smidge of romance. There was no mistaking with Ayato's tongue though. He was purely devouring her and nothign more.
After engulfing enough blood to make her head spin, the vampire abruptly pulled back and hovered over her with a bewildered expression painted on his face. Drooled blood lingered down the front of his lip and down the front of his chin, and Yui was horrified to see as he spat it out onto her face. He was enraged. "What has happened to you?" He hopped off of the bed and paced across the carpet, "You used to quiver just at the touch of Yours Truly. The taste of you is sickeningly sweet, it practically burnt my mouth." He locked eyes with hers and growled, "They've spoiled you. You taste rotten."
Not even the pain searing through her neck, nor the bitter taste of blood in her mouth, could distract Yui from the monstrous scar that was printed across Ayato's throat. He was speaking in a harsh tongue and simply paced in front of her, clearly distracted by his own thoughts as he spoke aloud. "It's a taste that somehow seems familiar but is nothing like the Pancake that I used to know," he muttered as he stroked his chin with thumb and index finger. He babbled on about the Mukami boys, how they must have been slipping something into her food to somehow satisfy their own needs and thirst. The more he speak, the more he seemed to simmer down and finally stopped to face Yui. A small smirk spread across his cheeks and he suddenly snapped, "Hideous, isn't it?" His pointer finger slowly slid down from his chin and down his neck, tracing over the fading scar and tickling it with the tip of his nail. "You got me good," he laughed, "but that only means you owe me. Your life. Your everything."
Ayato slowly sank down to Yui's level on crouched knees and she flinched as he pricked the bottom of her chin and forced her to see him eye to eye. "I won't kill you yet," he said. His smile grew wider and more sinister, something that made her cringe all over. "You'll devote your life to me in another way." As he spoke, the blonde finally mustered up enough strength to speak to the monster beside her. Their eyes locked and hers burned with fire. "How?" She said coldly. Ayato smiled in return and said in a hushed tone, "By being my wife."