Hello! I am happy to bring you the 7th chapter.

Please Read the Following Author's Note!

First of all, I would just like to say that I am very sorry for the long wait, but I have recently suffered a personal loss and am still dealing with the pain. However, I will not be abandoning this story! I just wanted to let you all know why I haven't updated in a while, thank you.

Justine was not sure she would ever get used to only having Sundays off every week. After being taken in by Akira, the two of them had lived in Canada for several years before they decided to move back to his home country. As a result, she was used to having both Saturday and Sunday to herself. Not in Japan, though. While she saw that this could technically make students more focused on their schoolwork, in her opinion, teens needed to be given a little more time to do what they wanted. Oh well, she was not an expert on education, she thought.

When Sundays did come, Justine made sure that she would spend the day doing nothing at all. She treasured her "lazy Sundays," as she called them, since they gave her an entire day to unwind and do whatever she wanted, which was usually nothing.

Sure, she was not going to cure cancer or write the anthem of a generation, but this was her time; she did not have to be productive if she did not want to!

Taking recent events into consideration, she began to treasure her Sundays more than ever before, it being the only day of the week she was not obligated to interact with Laito Sakamaki. It had been two days since she was forced to go to his house, and about a week and a half since she had first caught his eye. A week and a half of never ending, ceaseless torment and harassment. On one hand, other than the two incidences with him in the park near her home and at his house, his bullying had been confined to the halls of Ryoutei Academy. She know, however, that he was getting bolder, so she could not expect this trend to last for much longer.

Justine realized that as time was going on, her situation was becoming more and more suffocating. Being given less options, less time to just relax and pretend she wasn't being stalked and tormented by a red-haired vampire, which she knew was his goal. What better way to break someone down mentally than to completely consume their life? But while most people would probably be panicked at this point, Justine felt an odd sense of calm. Granted, this may just be the metaphorical calm before the storm, but oh well, Justine thought. Whatever happens, happens.

She thought about her complete mess of a situation while sitting on the couch in her living room, wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweat pants, and watching one of her movies, The Shining, on her large, flat-screen television. When she had her lazy Sundays, she liked to use them to the fullest, which of course meant 'going out of her way to do nothing at all.'

Honestly, after the week and a half that she'd had, she definitely deserved some time off.

Just as she saw the elevator doors opened and begin to unleash a massive torrent of blood, Justine was scared half to death when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Acting on instinct, she threw a throw pillow in the general direction of the possible intruder, only to come face to face with Laito Sakamaki nonchalantly batting it away from him, his smug grin wide on his face.

"Well aren't we being jumpy tonight, Darling.? Aren't you happy to see me~?" he teased condescendingly. When Justine was able to calm herself down, she frowned at the red-haired vampire that had ruined her movie time. Of course, he had to show up just when she thought that she would be able to enjoy one day of peace. How foolish of her, she thought bitterly.

"Breaking and entering is illegal, Sakamaki-san. In some countries, I'd legally allowed to kill you, you know." She grumbled at him, her scowl deepening as his smile widened. She knew that he did not take her threat seriously at all, being a vampire. He probably thought that she was being cute or something, the massive prick.

"Oh come now, Darling. Can't I come and visit a friend? Our time together was cut short last time, so I just wanted to come and see you again. Isn't that what friends do?" he said playfully. Justine turned back to her movie, not wanting to even look at him anymore. Well, her Sunday was definitely ruined. Great. Honestly, this guy needed to find a better hobby. He could take up knitting, or maybe get a cat.

"Just go away, Sakamaki-san. I'm busy." She replied, turning her attention back to her movie. She turned to her side, however, when she felt the couch move and shift when Laito took a seat next to her, lounging in his spot as if he owned the place. He stared at the television with a less than impressed look on his face.

"What are you watching anyway? That blood is so obviously fake." He pointed out, watching the rest of the blood on screen flow out of the open elevator doors. Justine narrowed her eyes at him, annoyed at his refusal to do as she asked and go away.

"Well, of course it's fake. I mean, where would Kubrick even get that much blood? Though given who he was, I'd bet that he would have used real blood if he could. The man suffered for his art. Made other people suffer for it, too." She said, unintentionally steering the conversation off topic like she tended to do. She then turned to face him, a realization setting in.

"Hold on, have you never seen The Shining?" she questioned, almost incredulously. Laito just shrugged his shoulders.

"I've never had any particular interest in horror films, though I did read the book back when it first came out. I liked it quite a bit, actually. I'm sure that I still have that copy lying around in my room somewhere, or maybe Reiji put it in the library." He said, eyes still focused on the screen.

This bit of information raised Justine's eyebrow. If she was not mistaken, The Shining was published back in 1977, over 40 years ago. Yes, he was a vampire, but if he was alive and reading Stephen King novels back in the late '70's, then how old was he, exactly?

Wonderful, another chilling reminder of the fact that he was definitely not human. That was exactly what she needed.

"Still, that's no excuse. This movie's a classic, there's really no other film quite like it." She countered flabbergasted at what an uncultured heathen he was. At this, she could see Laito's eyes light up with what was undoubtably devious intent. Oh no, she thought, what had she said?

In an instant, he had snatched the television remote from her grasp and began to rewind the entire movie all the way back to the beginning, completely ignoring her angry objections.

"Hey, what the hell? I was watching that!" she protested, leaning over to try and take back the remote. He responded by holding it up over his head, too far for her to reach it, all the while chuckling in sadistic glee. He used his free arm to wrap it around her shoulder and pull her closer to him, much to Justine's disgust.

"Oh, come now, Darling. If you want me to see this movie so badly, then why don't we watch it together right now? Don't worry, you can hold onto me during the scary parts~." He purred seductively, tightening his grip on her shoulder. She did not even bother to struggle too much against him, knowing that it would be pointless.

"Um, no. I don't want to watch a movie with you, I want you out of my house. Now." She growled. This did nothing to wipe that goddamn smirk off his face.

"Why not? You were just singing the movie's praises a second ago; you've convinced me. So, what better time to see it than now?" He replied.

Justine managed to get his arm off of her and scoot over to the opposite side of the couch, curling herself into a ball. She did not respond to his question as she glared menacingly at him. Unfortunately for her, she knew that he was not going to leave if she asked him to, and there was no way for her (at the moment) to force him out.

Taking her silence as confirmation, Laito happily pressed 'play' on the remote, starting the movie over again for the two of them to watch together.

They sat in that living room together for quite a while, The Shining playing over again on the television. To Justine's surprise, he actually seemed to be liking the movie, his green eyes glued onto the screen, watching as intently as she had been. Granted, he did not look scared at any point, and he really enjoyed the scene where the protagonist, Jack Torrance, began to make out with the naked, sexy ghost woman in room 237. She did see his face turn a bit green when the woman turned into an old, decaying, walking corpse, though. Served the pervert right.

Amazingly, before she even knew it, she felt strangely… at ease with him. To her surprise, he was staying on his end of the couch and had not tried to touch her even once. She even found herself having a few normal, casual conversations with him whenever he would throw out a quip about the movie.

…

"I don't remember that from the book."

"Yeah well, something that's scary in a book isn't guaranteed to be scary in a movie. Kubrick changed and cut out all of the stuff that would just be kind of stupid."

…

"They really should have cast a hotter actress to play the wife. What a pity…"

"Hey, Shelley Duvall gave an awesome performance! It doesn't matter that she's not "Hollywood pretty," you shallow jerk."

…

"She should probably just give him the bat."

"No, she shouldn't give him the bat. He just said that he'd bash her head in with it."

"Well in that case, maybe we'll see some real blood, and they'll replace her with a more attractive actress. Sounds like a win-win situation to me."

"You're a bastard, you know that?"

"Guilty as charged, Darling~."

…

It was strange. For just a moment, it almost felt as if they really were just a couple friends watching a movie together…

Almost.

Despite this very, very odd moment of relative peace between them, Justine knew for a fact that he had not come all this was just to watch a movie with her. Unlike him, she was not going to beat around the bush. Catching him off guard, she quickly took the remote back, immediately turned the television off, and turned to look directly at him.

"Hey, wait. It wasn't over yet…" he said, sounding somewhat disappointed. Justine let out a tried sigh.

"Okay, listen, what exactly did you come here for, Sakamaki-san? Are going to try to drink my blood or something?" she asked bluntly, preferring to know what he had planned for her ahead of time.

He looked at her with a puzzled look that lasted for only a moment before bursting out into laughter. Justine's frown deepened. All she did was ask a question; what exactly was so funny about that? Honestly, nothing he did made any sense to her…

"You really are a "straight to the point" kind of girl; you know that, Darling? I didn't expect you to be so eager for me to suck your blood~…" he chuckled out in between his laughing, wiping away a tear that had gathered in his eye.

"Don't flatter yourself; I just want to know why you're bothering me this time…" Justine replied, feeling sickened with the fact that he honestly thought she wanted him to drink her blood. The very thought of it made her rather queasy, thank you very much!

"Oh, that reminds me! Since we've gotten to know each other so well, how about you start calling me Laito from now on~?" he asked her, his laughter finally having died down. Justine looked at him in annoyance.

"We're not friends, so I'm not calling you by your first name." she replied, not wanting to give him any room for argument. He did not get the hint, unfortunately…

"But why not? You've been to my house, and we were watching a movie just now. Isn't that what friends do together?" he said in an obviously fake hurt tone of voice. If there was one thing Justine did not expect to be doing on her lazy Sunday, it was explaining the basic concept of friendship to a sadistic vampire. When had her life gotten so bizarre?

No, that was wrong. When had her life ever not been bizarre?

"You forced me to go to your house, and you showed up here uninvited. You act more like a deranged stalker than a friend. In conclusion, I won't be calling you by your first name." Justine finished and looked away from Laito, silently telling him that this idiotic conversation was done.

After a few moments looking in the other direction, Justine turned back to see Laito looking directly into her eyes with a predatory gleam that made a chill run up Justine's spine. It took a lot of willpower for her to suppress physically shivering. Instead, she scooted away from him until she felt the couch's armrest lightly hit her back. This seemed to only excite him more as he crawled on the couch towards her, as if he were a lion cornering his prey.

She did not waver, however, and met his predacious gaze with a fierce glare, or a much of a fierce glare as she could manage at the moment. She willed herself to repress her fear as much as she could, not wanting to give him the reaction that she knew he wanted. When he eventually made his way to her, he trapped her where she sat by pinning his hands down on both side of the armrest, ensuring that there would be no escape from him.

He inched his face closer and closer to hers until they were both mere centimetres away from each other. Justine could feel her stomach turn at how much of her personal bubble was being breached by the perverted vampire, but she still did not turn her gaze away from his. If she had any chance of getting out of this terrible situation, she had to show him that she would not back down so easily.

"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" she snapped at him, clearly showing her distaste at how close he was so her. He said nothing in return, only taking one of his hands off of the armrest. Justine's eyes followed the arm, wanting to see what exactly he planned to do with it, only for him to quickly slither his hand underneath her baggy shirt.

Justine let out a yell at both Laito's audacity and the coldness of his hand on her torso, and she immediately began to struggle underneath him. Laito, more than pleased by her reaction to his touch, applied more of his body weight onto Justine to hold her in place so that she could not get out from underneath him. This still did not deter her from fighting against him, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger.

Memories of the last time he had touched her in such a manner flooded back; it almost felt as though she were back in the park with him behind her, untying her robe to tamper her body. Sickened, she used her hands and pressed them against his chest, trying in vain to push him off of her. Unsurprisingly, her efforts proved futile, as he did not budge an inch even as she attempted to push him back with all of her strength. She could see him move towards the side of her head until his mouth was directly across him her ear. She let out an involuntary shiver of disgust at how close he was to her. Laito took notice of this and grinned triumphantly.

"I knew it. This is making you excited, isn't it? You really are a dirty girl, aren't you, Darling? Don't worry though; I'll make sure we both enjoy this~…" he whispered before he took his tongue and licked the shell of her ear.

Justine let out a shriek of extreme discomfort before she curled her hands into tight fists and began to pound on Laito's chest, trying to make it hurt him as much as possible. He chuckled into her ear at her attempt to fight back. He slowly lowered his head from her ear down to her neck, all the while blushing and giggling like a madman. She still refused to take the feeding/sexual assault lying down, and stopped pounding on his chest to reach up and roughly grab onto his red hair, tugging it painfully in an attempt to get him as far away from her neck as she could. She definitely did not expect him to begin moaning at her pulling his hair.

He wasn't actually getting off on her causing him pain, was he? Oh, dear god…

Justine was forcefully ripped from her musing when she felt Laito's log, sharp fangs pierce her skin and bury themselves into the flesh of her neck. Justine let out a scream of pain as she felt her blood was being syphoned out of the fresh wound, the red-haired vampire above her happily beginning to drink her blood. When she tried to move, the fangs in her neck would move around painfully, so she was forced to stay in place as the vampire above her drank her blood, still moaning in ecstasy.

If she had thought that him touching her was a violation of her personal space, Justine was not at all prepared for how him sucking on her neck after he painfully bit into her flesh. Not only was it very painful, she was beginning to feel lightheaded as he drank more and more. After over a minute of feeding from his dear prey, Laito decided to take a short break and detached himself from her neck and sat up, looking down at her to admire his work. She would see his mouth and chin dripping with her blood.

He sensually licked his lips, all the while looking down at the angry, barely conscious girl below him.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he teased, lowering his face to come closer to hers. Justine no longer had the energy to psychically fight back, feeling herself being dragged into unconsciousness little by little. She could only glare at him with as much ferocity as she could muster. She saw his smile drop from his blood covered face as he stared at her with a calm, yet slightly annoyed expression.

"Even now, you still look at me so defiantly? As much as I love that look in your eyes, Darling, I need you to realize just how helpless you really are. For your own good, of course." He said, smirk returning as he lowered himself back down to her neck and began to lick at the two puncture wounds that dotted her skin, lapping up the excess blood. Justine was now at the point where she could barely hear him anymore, and it did not take long before she fell into unconsciousness.

When Justine began to come to, she was greeted with the worst headache she'd had in months. However, she would have gladly taken the worst migraine in the world if she did not have to be greeted by a certain mocking voice.

"You're finally back in the world of the living, Darling. Good, I was getting a bit worried~!" she could make out Laito's voice saying, sounding far too cheery and excited to have actually been worried about her in the slightest.

When she was roused out of her groggy state, she could see that she was lying in her own bed with Laito sitting on the edge, foxlike grin on his face. Head still throbbing in pain, she forced herself to sit up and look at the redhaired vampire sitting on her bed, giving him a look that both conveyed her annoyance and questioned why he was still bothering her. Laito gave his usual carefree smirk, leaning slightly back as to say that he was staying right here, and that there was nothing she could do to stop him. That was when she noticed that she was not wearing the same clothing as before.

Looking down at herself, she was dressed in a yellow crop top that she had never seen before, along with the smallest pair of shorts she owned, exposing her bare legs and leaving nothing to the imagination. The cogs in her brain final beginning to turn, Justine's face turned as red as a tomato as she turned to look at him in shock and disgust.

"Oh my god! Did you undress me!?" she shrieked, rage and indignation coming to a boiling point as Laito just began to chuckle at her obvious distress.

"I just thought you would want to wear something more flattering. Honestly, I cannot figure out why you hide your body underneath such baggy clothes~." he said, smirk widening as Justine began to grit her teeth in anger.

The higher part of her brain was trying to tell her that she was just playing into his little games, while the lower part was telling her to punch him in his insipid face so hard that his plastic surgeon would be waking up in a cold sweat.

Evidently, the higher part won.

Deciding that she needed desperately to get away from him before she did something she may or may not regret later, she sat up from the bed and marched angrily to her door. Without missing a beat, she flung it open and walked out into the hallway, trying her best to ignore Laito chuckling behind her at her embarrassment. She entered the bathroom on her right and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it for good measure. She was not sure that would actually stop him, though…

Grabbing the bathrobe hanging from the tiled wall, she quickly put it on to cover up her scantily clad form, all the while cursing Laito Sakamaki's very existence. It was almost as if whenever she thought he had some sort of limitations, he went out of his way to prove her wrong.

It was clear to her; there was essentially nothing he would not do, and she would have to just plan around that from now on.

After she secured the robe around her, she peeked at her reflection in the mirror. Thankfully, she did not look nearly as bad as she felt, only appearing slightly more disheveled than before. She was just about to turn around and leave the bathroom when she caught of a glimpse of her neck, taking notice of the two small holes imbedded into her skin. Justine winced at the injury, remembering how Laito had pinned her down and bit her. She had not been sure what it would have been like to be bitten by a vampire, but now she knew that a lot of the books and movies were complete bullshit. It hurt way more than she had thought it would…

Deciding against touching the wound, she turned around and unlocked the bathroom door, ready to exit the room. However, as soon as she opened the door, she came face to face with Laito, standing right in the doorway with a grin on his face. Justine jumped in surprise, causing the redhaired vampire's grin to turn into an amused smirk. Composing herself, Justine looked directly at him.

"Get out of my way." She said. Unsurprisingly, he did not do as she asked, but instead wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her tightly against him. She shivered in discomfort at the sudden physical contact, immediately trying to push herself away from him. He chuckled at her pathetic attempt to fight back.

Justine raised her head to look at him straight in the eye.

"Let go! Let go of me and get out of my house!" she yelled at him, still trying to push him away from her. He said nothing, continuing to look down at her with his green, predatory eyes. Instead of a verbal response, he led her away from the bathroom and back into her bedroom, with Justine fighting against him every step of the way. When they got there, he roughly threw her onto her bed, Justine landing ungracefully onto the sheets on her back. Before she could get the chance to sit back up, he quickly got on top of her, once again trapping her underneath him.

Laito wasted no time, positioning himself so that he would be sitting on her left leg to prevent her from moving. Now that she was immobilized, he grabbed hold of her right leg and used his arm to hoist it up, eliciting a shriek from Justine, whose face was a red as a ruby. Sensually, he placed a trail of light kisses down her inner thigh, all the while never taking his eyes off of her face.

"Didn't I already tell you, Darling?" he said in between kisses, "I need to show you how helpless you are. You need to know that you're my prey. That you're at my mercy."

Justine, who was completely mortified at this point, tried to use her hands to pry his head away from her thigh. This proved useless, as he did not budge an inch. Now beginning to panic, she looked around her room frantically for something to use as some sort of weapon, even though her hands were busy trying to push Laito's head away.

She felt herself calm ever so slightly, however, when she remembered that she did not need her hands to hurt him. If there was ever a time for her to use the abilities she had always been afraid of, it was definitely now.

Her eyes landing on her glass tableside lamp, she focused in on the object. Faintly, the lamp began to shake and rattle, letting her know that she was at least having some effect on it. But a shaking lamp was not going to stop a perverted vampire.

"Focus… Come on! Please! Move!" she thought to herself, trying her best to will the lamp off of the table. Her focus was completely shattered, however, when a sharp pain ripped through her lower body. Looking down, she saw that Laito had bitten the inside of her thigh, blood running from the open wound as he drank from her, looking as though he did not have a care in the world.

Enough.

Laito's blushing, carefree expression was ripped right off of his face when a glass lamp collided with the side of his head and shattered, knocking him off of his prey and onto the bedroom floor. Laying on the carpet with the shards of glass all around him, he attempted to get back onto his feet, but was caught off guard when something hard and wooden slammed painfully into his back, sending him falling on top his stomach. Much more surprised than hurt, he raised his head up to look around for whatever had hit him when he saw Justine, standing tall at the side of her bed.

Her gray-blue eyes looked almost like ice as she glared down at him with a chilling, ruthless distain, bearing a coldness that made Laito's eyes widen. He had not seen such ice in a woman's eyes in such a long time…

"Get out of my house. Now." Her tone of voice was just as warm and inviting as her gaze, letting him know that she was done playing his games. Still, not one to be intimidated by a human, Laito threw her a smirk.

"Now, now, don't be difficult, Darling. Just becau-." He did not even get to finish his sentence before he felt something slash at his face, splitting open his skin. His stance wavered slightly in shock as pressed his hand to the wound, feeling his blood begin to run down his cheek. Looking to his left, he could see a particularly large and sharp-looking piece of glass from the shattered lamp had embedded itself into the wall, dripping in his blood. Turning his gaze back to Justine, he saw her surrounded by levitating shards of glass, all pointing menacingly in his direction.

In an instant, her arm shot out in front of her and in his direction. Three of the levitating shards came at him with lightning speed, and before he knew it, two of them stabbed themselves painfully into his left arm and right shoulder. Laito winced in pain and staggered backwards, inspecting his injuries so see blood pouring out of the wounds and staining his school jacket a deep, crimson red. He turned back to look at her in astonishment, when the third shard came speeding towards him, only for it to come to an abrupt halt before it made impact, the sharp glass edge mere millimeters away from his jugular.

Justine did not waver. After all, if he had caused her to bleed, why not do the same?

"I'm not going to ask you again, Sakamaki-san. Get out." She commanded, her voice as hard as steel.

Laito's green eyes widened in revelation. He could feel something begin to stir within him, something that he had not felt in many, many years. It had been so, so long since he had felt such cold eyes bare down on him, looking at him as though he were nothing. It was almost as if she were standing there in front of him, covered in blood and clutching her injured side.

"I love you, Laito. I really do…" He could almost hear her say, her melodic voice dripping with dishonesty.

In an instant, Laito was standing directly in front of Justine. Before she could do anything, he grabbed both sides of her face and pressed his cold lips onto hers, pulling the telekinetic girl into a deep, searing kiss. Her eyes went as wide as saucers from shock, losing their cold fury as the shards of glass all around them fell back onto the floor now that her concentration was broken. When her brain finally registered what was going on, she pushed the redhaired vampire away from her.

Looking back at him, Justine could see the raw, primal excitement in his eyes as he looked down at her with a crazed grin, chuckling faintly. Not backing down, she met his eyes with her own, letting him know that she was not afraid of him. Startled by his unexpected kiss and change in demeanour, yes, but not afraid. He casually yanked the shards of glass from the wounds on his arm and shoulder, dropping them to the ground and staining more of her carpet with blood.

"Oh Darling… I've never met a human like you before~…" He said before vanishing before her eyes, leaving Justine standing alone in her now messy room, surrounded by broken glass and blood.

Akira was very tired when he got home, just wanting to relax and unwind after such a stressful day at work. Getting out of his car and walking to his front door, he unlocked it and stepped inside.

"Come play with us, Danny…"

He heard the voices of two creepy little girls as soon as he stepped into his house, looking into the living room to find his adopted daughter laying on the couch, covered in a thick, cozy blanket, watching that horror movie that she loved so much. Her eyes looked tired, though, almost weary. He would have to talk to her later about her sleeping habits.

"How was your day, cherie?" he asked her as he undid his tie, just like he did every time she had a day off from school.

She did not turn away from her movie to look at him when she answered.

"It was fine, Akira." He thought nothing of her simple answer, see how engrossed she was in her movie.

Oh well, it was good to see that she was enjoying her lazy Sunday…

To everyone who waited for the next chapter, thank you for your patience.

Edited Notes: Alright, so in this chapter, I kind of wanted the two of them to have a little more casual interaction than before. One of the genres of this story is romance, after all, so I wanted there to be some nicer moments between them. Of course, Laito had to ruin it, because of course he did. As for her stabbing him with the glass, Justine now knows that he's a vampire, so she didn't think that some glass would hurt him too much, just enough to get her point across. And lo and behold, she was right!