This chapter is dedicated to my Mohni-sempai!! She helped me out a lot and instead of just sitting around I decided that there should be a way that I should thank her…..Thanks a ton sempai!!!

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Chapter 5: They meet

The evening had been fairly peaceful and the weather was bright just like it had been in the morning, although it was a bit windy now too. It seemed to be just a few hours till sundown.

But for a raven haired teen, things weren't as good. He had his 'lunch' a few hours ago. He ordered his steak, his favorite but down side was that he didn't get to think over anything. Actually, if he was honest with himself, as soon as the steak arrived, he had to put all his will power into not transforming into his wolf form and gobbling the steak up. And then running into the kitchen and eating all the meat in the storage room. On top of all that the waitress kept flirting with him. She kept winking at him, kept thinking of excuses to talk to him; she even 'accidentally' showed him a great deal of her cleavage.

Natsume shuddered at the thought. The human female didn't even know that she wasn't even the same species as him. She was just a petty human whom he could tear apart in any second and he would admit that he would enjoy doing that. But lucky for her and this neighborhood, he never killed anyone without a fair reason. Never, it was against his principles.

To much engross in his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed his own surroundings. He looked around for a moment only to behold a breathtaking view in front of him. There it was an enormous Sakura tree. The wind made the Sakura petals dance around the tree. It had a huge trunk which made it look a bit old and many branches ranging from very thick ones to very thin ones. It reminded him of another Sakura tree in the forest. It looked very familiar to it. And on the last hunt a girl had been killed under it.

He unconsciously approached the tree; maybe it reminded him a bit of himself. It was different from the other trees, but anyone would stop and notice how beautiful it was. Natsume noticed a very sweet lingering around the tree. It was a bit familiar. He held his nose high and took in a few sniffs trying to recall where this sweet scent had reached him before. After a while he finally decided that the scent was actually coming from the tree. Can trees even produce this kind of smell? He was curious but it was better to leave the mystery unsolved, he wasn't that interested anyway.

He was directly underneath it, the scent attacking him with a stronger force, but he put that aside. With a strong jump and the use of skilled footwork and handy work, he was able to grab one of the high branches. And without any effort he lifted himself, landing swiftly on the branch. He easily climbed a bit higher and stood on one of the thickest branches. That was fun. He should do this kind of exercising moves often; even if he didn't actually need it. He got all the exercise he needed on the hunt.

He leaned his back against the base of the trunk and closed his eyes, the sounds of nature overcoming him. The breeze blew his hair softly. The birds twittered and the Sakura petals danced around him. For the first time in years it felt good to be alive. He let out a deep breath and lied completely down on the branch. His head was supported by the trunk and cushioned by his own hands. The branch was quite big; he wasn't going to fall down. Even if he did, he would immediately able to counter it and land safely on his two feet even if he was at such height from the ground. It was an instinct. More like cats rather than werewolves, he always landed on his feet.

The aura around him was so peaceful, so blissful that he felt drowsy. The ideal spot. I should have found it earlier. He thought before darkness enveloped him.

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Natsume woke up by a sudden disturbance in the environment, which he could confirm by his nose. He noticed a familiar scent, one that had been around the tree when he arrived, but it lingered heavily around him. He jumped down from the tree and landed on his feet despite the mist that clouded his head. He looked around but there was no one. But natsume fully depended on his instincts. His suspicions were confirmed when his thoughts were disrupted by a slight purring sound from behind him. He swiftly turned around only to by a sight of a female on the ground.

What the hell? His eyes widened as it took his brain a moment to register what was happening. Only a few meters away from him was a body of a girl but not juts any girl.

Mikan Sakura. His breath was taken away when he realized the situation. It took him a moment to calm his heart down. What was happening? Why was his body reacting this way? Why didn't he notice the girl before? And what was she doing here? And top of that sleeping? Looking so delicious and easy to get? As if to torture him….to arouse his thirst….to allure him…..Damn it. He didn't like what was happening. Her long auburn hair which was usually tied up was left open, her arms were underneath her, cushioning her self, and her long skirt was hitched up, giving him a nice view of her inner thighs and a certain something else. The tunic was also out of place and left some of her skin bare to his heated gaze.

He couldn't help taking in details of her each and every curve, of her hair and how much they resembled silk, of her fair porcelain skin and how weak her figure looked.

Natsume slowly approached her, not knowing exactly why since he just ate hours ago and the lust for her blood was controlled right now. This was one of the certain times he had maximum self controlled. But he couldn't control the air, and her scent was forming a mist in his head.

Before he knew it, he was on top of her, staring down at her innocent face. He smirked feeling dominant and cocky at the same time. Simultaneously she shifted underneath him and the air was knocked out of his lungs. He didn't know what he would do if she woke up and found them in such an intimate position. She would probably scream and maybe someone would hear her. Even though there was no one around right now.

He gulped when he felt her stir again. He heart pounded against his chest, racing madly. But for some reason he couldn't move. His muscles stiffened when she nuzzled closer to his own body.

A different sensation washed over him when he felt her against him. She was soft, so incredibly soft, so soft against his hard and firm muscles. His mind was screaming to run away but his body wanted more of her. He stood still in hopes of her adjusting to his presence. He felt her warm breath on his neck and chills ran down his spine. A faint tint of scarlet ran across his cheeks. Oh lord! How didn't it come to this?!

Unable to stop the temptation his free hand touched her cheek, caressing it softly to feel her skin. He observed her facial expression, her long eyelashes, her rosy cheeks, her small nose and her plum lips. He stared at her face, knowing he would never get this close to her again. His gaze stopped at her lips, so tempting, so captivating and utterly seductive. He fought the urges he never thought he had. He desperately wanted to taste those untouched lips. His heart skipped a beat as he traced a line from her cheeks to her chin and gently rubbed his thumb against her slightly parted lips feeling their smooth texture.

He sensed another scent coming from her this time. The scent of her blood was intoxicating but there was another scent coming from her hair, a sweet scent of lickerish strawberries. His other hand which was supporting his weight slid through the warm shimmer of her auburn locks and bunched it into a fist. He had always wanted to do this. To send his fingers through her locks and feel their silk and tangle his hand in the thickness.

He lifted her jaw to get a better look at her, or that's what he told himself. His heart almost leapt out when she moved underneath him again. Her bare thighs were now between his legs and her body sorely crushed against his. He groaned at the back of his throat and felt as if his legs were going to give way.

He was panting a bit. The goddess in front of him was so deliciously gorgeous but at the some time fragile and breakable. Their faces were now only inches apart, his cheeks felt hotter and hotter as the seconds passed and his mind remained blank all expect to the sensual feeling this woman was giving him. His body took complete control over his actions. He held his breath as he closed his eyes and their lips met.......

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He quickly pulled away from her when he heard a whimper. A soft sound of pure distress, he was horrified when he heard it. She had woken up….he couldn't control himself and now she was scared. The feelings of regret washed over him. He should never have done this. He should never have tried to get close to her; he should have stayed in the shadows admiring her from afar, where she wouldn't even know he existed. But he was desperate for her attention something he never got before. The only thing that came before her blood.

Natsume quickly looked up bracing himself for her terrified gaze which would tear his heart apart, but what he saw confused him…. Her eyes were closed. And little drops of water ran down her cheeks. Was she so scared that she didn't want to look at him? Had she already considered him a monster? But why wasn't she pushing him away then?

A slight gasp of shock erupted from his throat when he felt her tighten her grip on him. Only one question ran in his over and over again what the hell was happening???? Again he felt her tremble uneasily underneath him. Was she so scared that she didn't realsie that she was holding on to him than pushing him away?

"I won't hurt you" he finally said when he found his voice again. He waited for her to open her eyes so he could read her expression, but she didn't budge. She merely got closer and closer as if holding on to him for her dear life. A bit of doubt grew in natsume……

She hadn't screamed once, maybe she was asleep after all. Her whimpers got louder and Natsume felt the increase in her temperature and she started to sweat. He couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't see this girl in pain. His pack hunted brutally on every full moon, humans were a tasty part of their meal. He had seen the werewolves kill humans lots of times, even thought it was interesting. But only seeing tears in the eyes of this girl set him soft for some reason. It was difficult to see her crying, he didn't know why but he got the urge to make her feel better.

He gently unwounded her fingers from his shirt not failing to feel how small her hand was. He sighed in relief as his body parted from hers, aching a bit in the process. He got up on his feet and put on his usual expressionless mask. He really didn't know her, showing her softness might not be the best thing.

Natsume bent down and shook her, hard, at first she just grunted slightly. But slowly her eyes started to reopen. And this was the first time he had ever seen her eyes up close. They were like shiny, melting pools of chocolate, so warm, so deep, so easy to get lost into. He shook his head he couldn't let his thoughts wonder in that direction. He had to have self control.

Before he did something he regretted he said in a cold voice "Oi, get up". He mentally flinched at the bitterness in his voice. But it was the right thing to do. She probably wouldn't even remember him by tomorrow! But instead of making him feel better, this thought made his mood even worse. She blinked confusedly at him and rubbed her eyes like a little kid which he thought was kind of cute.

'No funny thoughts' he reminded himself 'keep your head in the game'. He cleared his throat to get her attention. She seemed lost in her own world. She looked up, his eyes met hers and he melted in her gaze. Her eyes were beautiful. He thought that before. But now close up in this situation. They seemed a bit darker, more clouded and her face was red too, mostly the cheeks, they had a sweet tint of scarlet across them, he wondered why that was? Maybe it was because she was crying.

She looked away suddenly avoiding his gaze. He noticed that her breath quickened a bit and he could even here her heart, it was beating a bit faster than normal. Was she running a temperature or something? Well who wouldn't if they were sleeping out here……or it could always be that she was scared of him…..Humans were animals, social animals, but animals none the less. It may be her instincts taking over her; she probably wasn't too comfortable close to him.

"Oi, you it's not safe for someone to be out here, especially a little girl" okay it took a lot for him just to say that. It was pathetic, but he found speaking a bit difficult right now. The lump in his throat was unbearable but atleast he was sure of one thing, he spoke those words as acidly as possible.

She turned to look at him wearing a bewildered expression. She parted her lower lip to say something but couldn't. His attention fell on her lips. They were soft, yielding and infatuating, even more delicious than he thought. He felt his heart beat faster. It took him all he had to go against his desires, to stop himself from crashing his lips into hers again and feel her soft ones shape themselves around his own firm ones.

"Where am I?" she finally spoke, more like whispered to herself but his ears caught it. "You are at the park, you were sleeping here little girl" he stated firmly but a bit softer than before.

She crossed her eyebrows "I'm not a little girl" she huffed. Man was this girl easy to read it was written on her face that she didn't like the comment. Clearly she wouldn't like what he would say next:

"Well now" he smirked at the memory "anyone who wears polka-dotted panties at your age is a little girl in my book" she looked at him, shocked……her face a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She was already on her feet, well that was pretty quick.

"YOU PERVERT!!!!!" she screeched and tried to punch but being as agile as he was, he swiftly moved out of the way and she 'accidentally' on his foot and fell down. She was clumsy that one atleast one thing about her. Her skirt hitched up again giving him a nice view of…..

"Red panties with white polka-dots" he said aloud and nodded to himself. She looked at him disbelievingly and her face turned bright red. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? PEOPLE DON'T GO LOOKING UNDER WEMONS SKIRTS" she screamed again and she was up on her feet again…..

"Man, if you screech any louder I swear Mount Everest in gonna break down" he covered his ears with his hands. "And we don't want MY ears to bleed now do we?" okay she was an idiot, and she was clumsy and a loudmouth and it was awful fun to tease her. So what's next?

She looked away for some reason and murmured something about not being able to get married. Natsume rolled his eyes; this woman was a natural comedian. She turned back towards him and was about to retort something but was interrupted when he said "Oi, polka-dotted panties woman, as I said before it's not safe for women to be out here at this time of night. Although I am sure you could just about kill anyone with that scream of yours" she looked at him and her eyebrow twitched in annoyance…

"Well now, you arrogant buffoon" she stated sugar sweetly "I am sure you could kill someone wit that attitude of yours" she snapped back angrily.

"I think the only buffoon here is you, besides you should thank me instead of insulting me seeing I did save you in a way" she growled at this and he smirked again. She knew he was right…..

"My life didn't need saving especially from a pervert like you!" she shouted at him.

"And I thought I didn't have manners" he shook his head disappointingly "calling a person whom you just met a 'pervert' doesn't exactly fit in the category of manners" her face fumed with anger and her cheeks turned lush. Such a sweet color. A sweet captivating color, just like the warm blood in her veins. Blood he yearnt for like no other. The blood that was just in arms reach, just a moment from flowing down his down his neck. His mouth went dry at the thought and his body shook with desire. 'So close. So close' was the only thing he chanted in his head. His fangs made their way out of his gums, stepping into a bit of light. He looked up at her and the corners of his mouth turned up into a mischievous grin, showing his bare fangs to her. Warning her to either run away or simply that this was the end for her.

She looked shocked for a few seconds. He heard her gasp and her heart skipped a beat. She blinked at him and opened her mouth to say something. The red on her face was light and her soft, smooth flesh was once again bare to his gaze. Her eyes held shock and her lips trembled, her heart was pounding against her chest. She noticed the changes huh? And he thought this girl wouldn't know danger even if it was staring at her in the face, looks like he was wrong.

She knew now. She was aware that he wasn't normal. She knew something was wrong with him, he couldn't allow her to live. His kinds had been kept a secret for centuries. Of course legends were legends but for someone to have solid proof……that person had to be eliminated to protect the species. Even if she didn't know, even if she wasn't sure, she knew something was out of the ordinary. It was only a matter of time she figured or found a clue and he couldn't allow that to happen now could he?

He advanced towards her, his smirk disappearing and his face menacing. She stepped back in response and her body trembled. Before she could turn around and run, he caught her arm tightly. Her addictive and sickeningly sweet scent clouded his mind as she tried desperately to pull away. Her arm was small and her body was fragile and weak. Her orbs turned to stare at his and looked pleadingly at him and he saw himself in her eyes, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth bare and his face hard and emotionless like a predator. 'More like a monster' he corrected in his thoughts. Her scent lingered around him. Lazy, sweetly seductive, exhilarating and arousingly fresh, the scent that tingled his senses, almost torturing him to go on and taste her blood.

His arms snaked themselves around her waist and slammed her body into his own. Positioning her for the kill. Her lips parted in a soundless scream. She was traumatized. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and trailed light kisses from her cheek to her collar bone and down to the most sensitive spot of her throat. He licked it once and pressed open mouth kisses on it. He felt her shudder under his touch and she finally let out a squeal.

"H –Hey let g-go you" she struggled in his arms but it had no effect on him. Instead his grip tightened around her almost choking her. She shivered feeling uncomfortable.

He place one last kiss on her throat and turned his attention to her face. Looking at her intently, he knew this was the last time he would see her. She looked back angrily at him.

"Let go right now you molester!" there was a bit more confidence in her voice. She tried to kick him but was unsuccessful. In response Natsume tightened his grip even more until she cried out. She blinked back the tears in her eyes but those didn't go unnoticed by him. But he didn't care. All that mattered to him was that scent that drove him crazy and the pulse that sang out to him….this was it…

Unexpectedly a string gust blew from the opposite direction and for a few seconds his body took in fresh air, uncontaminated by her scent. In those few seconds he was able to think properly. The mist surrounding his head became thinner and he realized what he was doing….he was giving away his principles, all what he lived for. He promised himself not to be a slave to his thirst like other vampires. He didn't want to be a monster. But now his actions were proving that he truly was a beast.

"P-please le-let me go..." and her voice broke off into sobs. He had been planning to kill her. He made up excuses so that he wouldn't fell guilty afterwards. He thought he was doing it because she knew too much. But hell, he didn't care what happened to the vampires and he never showed any signs of being a werewolf. So why would he WANT to kill her. For her blood. He answered his own question bitterly.

He was craving for her blood as soon as he imagined it flowing down her throat. For hours at his apartment he wondered about how her blood would taste like, it would be sweet, addictive and warm from her veins. In other words to him…it would be heavenly. But he was not one of them. Those blood sucking parasites who made thirst their purpose of living.

He harshly pushed her away but his body immediately regretted it. His insides craved for her blood, but his body craved for her to be against him. He didn't know what he wanted from her. A war was beginning inside of him between the two desires. Simultaneously he stepped in the shadows and looked at her only to find her sprawled on the ground. Had he pushed her that hard? He wanted to check but knew that touching her would be a mistake of monumental proportions. And at inhuman speed he turned around and ran the opposite direction. He had to prevent her scent from getting to him again. He didn't want to loose control again. And besides he would she would be thankful that he was gone. He sighed. Why was his heart aching at the fact that she would want him to leave?

He wished he hadn't met her, talked to her although he didn't regret touching her. That was something he would never regret. He reduced his speed to what would seem human to others. Would he ever meet her again? Even if he did would he kill her? Different questions all revolving around her ran through his head. And before he knew it he was standing in front of his apartment. Hastily he opened the door with his key, not bothering to turn on the lights he walked straight to his bed room, suddenly feeling exhausted.

He remembered all the events that happened earlier. He remembered her frightened expression, he remembered how he hadn't bothered about her tears and he remembered her last desperate plea. He flinched at the memory. But a smile crept on his lips when he remembered how they had argued. She was a very persistent woman. He remembered her gorgeous face when she was sleeping. He remembered how her body arched against him when he was on top of her. She wanted to be closer to him at that time. and then he remembered the most pleasant memory. He recalled the time when his lips met hers. How intoxicating her mouth was. He turned red at the memory. He felt her scent again and stopped himself from going at the window to see her. He already knew she was running away. Running because she was frightened of him. Bitterness took over him again but it went away just as soon as her scent did.

If he could control himself from drinking her blood at that proximity, he could probably make her change her views about him too…….

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Author's notes: okay as I said the next chapter. I tried to make as long as possible since I wanted to make up for the late update. Anyhow I'm tired so leave me a review. I need atleast 6 to 7 reviews or I won't update. I especially want to thank my sempai for this. Her stories about a certain toad face boy really got me going……and I also want to thank you Mohni-sempai for giving me awesome advice about my new class. Arigato sempai!!!! And tomorrow is my result so wish me all the best!!!! Until next time

Zuiichi