Chapter 13. Sway With Me

Disclaimer: I own this story but not Gravitation

Warnings: AU, Vamp fic, Violence, Slash, Angst, all the good things that makes a story great.

Thank you for the reviews. This is the chapter that we finally get to go somewhere. Meaning the story will process and Yuki's and Shuichi's involvement a lot more. Shuichi will finally realize what and who Yuki is and Yuki will start to understand Shuichi.

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I can hear the sound of violins
Echoing in my mind
I begin to sway
And give into vertigo

While my eyes see only you
I go weak
I let the breathe fall from my lips
Fill me

I can hear the sound of violins
Long before it begins I give up my soul
Who could have guessed such things were possible
More graceful than rose petals we fall

I let you have a way with me
Dancing in a serpent's glaze
I go weak

Making everything seem an illusion
As I glide like frozen ice
Death is envious and curses me

As I sway with a creature from the moon
My heart explodes
I can hear the sound of violins
Calling to my soul

As we share one last deep seeded kiss
I wake from slumber and cry distraught

It's all just a dream

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"It's all just a dream" I whisper, my words so soft, barely audible. My voice is strangled, raw, void of any real emotion as I lay sprawled out on a cheap bed. The sheets rubbed my skin creating an irritable itchy sensation' i dreamed about ripping them off my lumpy matress and tossing them out my window. But I couldn't move, my body ached, and my mind was lost in a drugged haze. A small smoldering fire blazed against my neck. Sink down deep inside my veins to make me moan in discomfort. My eyes, just freshly opened, rolled around in my head still I fixed my glaze upon the overly bright horizon. Soft wind traveled through my open window, caressing my skin like an invisible lover, as I watched the sun rise. Dark smears of color begin to fade as the sun burned away their bleakness, allowing red to be sprayed across its cloudless surface like blood.

I cringed at that thought, my mind contracting and screaming as I tried to evaluate myself. Inside I felt weak, confused, and pinned down with lamenting excitement. It was the first time in years I 'd felt so alive. It was as if the fairytales and lies that had been created in my mind had found souls, gained life, and blossomed into something real. A dark sinister creation had been given breath. Refusing to remain dormant it fed from my most secret of carnal desires. It was as if I had created another means of being unique, finally finding an escape from the world's disappointment, of not being average enough. I kept trying vainly to pound the fact that everything was just a delusion, that he was just something the fading light had created.

Still, the night's events had been too real, to terrifying, to soul consuming to forget. I could not just brush them under the carpet like dirt and forget that they exstisted. There were consequences that would arise, outcomes that I would have to face. I felt smothered somehow. Every horrible thought that I conjured was being shoved down my throat till until my eyes rolled into the back of skull and my skin became a sheet of ice. I wanted to scream, I wanted to carry on like a psychopath, to bleed my throat dry screaming that I hadn't left the confines of my room. However I was not graced with such a privilege.

Nothing added up. A freak show with mirrors laced with smoke seemed more rational than the trip I hade taken the night before.

"Still," I breathed as I pressed my body into my cheap cotton duvet. I prayed to be forgotten. I prayed to be left alone. I prayed for Hiro to make everything disappear. I groaned and showed my devotion to a God. I did this because I knew that despite my longing, despite my over the top desires that it was all real. Nothing other than Hiro was a figment of my imagination. Nothing that perfect could have been sprung from my mind. The man, the beast with fangs that dripped with spoiled spilled blood was real. The being that excreted darkness, produced the raw animal magnetism of sex, the creature that demanded obedience was something as tangible as the wound placed on my neck.

I shuddered, I squirmed, I exhaled uneasiness and clutched my sheets tighter. My knuckles turned to bluish white and my fingers stiffened. I moaned, strickened remembrance of steely bone piercing my flesh. Teeth so sharp that they slide inside me like I was melted butter. I was consumed and brought down to my knees as my blood was sucked greedily and sinfully from my neck. Three times, three times I had allowed the demon to rip my skin apart and violate me with his devil's tongue. Three times I had permitted him to do such a frightening act without repercussions.

It was pathetic, it was disgraceful, and if the blonde Adonis had decided to silence me nothing would have prevented him from tasting the hard muscles hidden in my body. Nothing would have stalled him from tearing me apart and opening me up like macabre story book. I cringed.

"You're just ashamed that if you died, if you were wiped off the face of this planet like common dirt, there would be nothing to tell that you lived. Nothing except the sticky dried stain of your blood on the floor." Hiro whispered the words to me and vainly I tried to block his voice. He was right, and it scared me to no end. I was a hypocrite, my behaviors a constant controversy. I claimed that I didn't want to be average, didn't want to be forgotten, but now I wanted nothing more to be invisible.

"So what, it doesn't mean that everything is final. That my fate can't be reversed," it was a weak retort but nothing else seemed to enter my mind. The sun fell across my face and my skin tingled with its warm rays. I sighed as I remembered the feeling of ice pressing against my skin, as a figure loomed over top of me ready to strike. It was like an arctic glacier freezing me straight down to the bone and I was force to call upon the sight of him once again.

His skin was the pigment of powered snow, softer than a rose's petals, and perfectly unflawed. His lips were a pale tinted shade of pink and when he sneered rows of bone white teeth were presented. I cursed myself, punishment myself mentally for my foolishness. However I could ignore the truth. I was memorized, I was snared. I was captivated by such a man.

Blushing so hard that I knew my cheeks were smeared with burgundy red. I began to scold myself profusely and pushed my head deep into my mattress as I recalled my behavior when he turned his eyes upon me.

I was a fool. Not only had I refused to seize the opportunity and run, to escape from his clawed clutches, and run screaming into the pitch black night for help. To find a way to rescue myself. Instead I had acted like a under minded child, a reality challenged piece of trash. The words, the sounds, and answers that had fallen from my lips were laced with fear and the complete understanding knowledge that I had no idea what was transpiring around me. The questions that I had bravely tried to ask him were idiotic. I had thought that I was taking the safest route and acted like a brain dead piece of meat. But…but in my defense he was more than just intimidating. With eyes so feral and mind controlling, I was drowning in amber.

And now…now I was so floored that I felt the perfectly, sculpted façade that I had grueling cemented into place crack. Sprinkles of dust rained down upon my head and I was corrupted with the fact that I now belonged to a demon. I had sold my soul, I was dead.

"Not really smart huh, I did tell you to run but you had to stay and play doctor. Did you really think that if you observed him you could figure out what he was?" Hiro's voice was full of anger as he scolded me. I felt even more like a child. I knew that I had brought this upon myself, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was only a little scared at belonging to that beast. So what if I had offered myself to him like an appetizer? I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing that I could do. Like he said, I only existed because he willed it. I was sentenced to a life in imprisonment.

"You're more insane that corpse" Hiro mocked. "At least you talk more and possess better manners." He scoffed and caused me to hiss in embarrassment. Still, I took comfort in the fact that I had somehow caused that creature to become unsettled. I was not that naïve that I did recognize the behavior he demonstratived upon staring into my eyes. Perhaps, I thought, I can weaken him. I longed to find out how. I begged silently to find out why he had picked me and what he had in store for me. I quaked at the idea of what I would loose to achieve that wish.

"Play with fire and you will get burned. It's an annoyingly cliché saying but I think it applies perfectly to your situation. So unless you want him to sink his fangs into your soft flesh I suggest you stay far away from that thing."

"And just how do you suggest I do something like that! The only reason I'm even back stewing in this place is because he brought me back." I argued with him though knowing it would do no good. Hiro would not listen. "How am I supposed to hide from…from that! What, do you think I can just pack up leave? Where would I go? How would I get there?" How long would it take before that man found me and split me open like some gothic fairytale.

"The term is vampire. Or did you not watch all those blatantly, outdated movies when you were younger? How else do you explain the fangs and the fact that he enjoyed forcing himself upon you and sucking at your neck? What? Did you thank he was some gothic poser looking for a quick fix? I think not!"

A vampire, I shivered and gulped. I felt like I had allowed one of my fantasies to take control and lead me straight into hell. I felt like I was trapped inside a black in white horror movie. After all, everything so far seemed to mimic one and I was dreading when the climax would hit.

"Running from something that is as easy as making you leave me alone for day."

"Touché, it's very easy to see that the big, bad blood sucker has infected you. Though this time the blame falls upon your shoulders. I asked you to follow three simple rules and that's it. Now tell me what where they again? I told you to never talk to strangers, never go out after dark, and what was the last one huh? Huh? Never keep your window open! I guess I should have added never fraternize with the undead or the damned."

Hiroshi volleyed back to me and I felt the deep seeded urge to smack myself just to silence him.

"So tell me dear, sweet Hiroshi. How do I get out of this mess! How do I manage not ending up in the obituary section of the daily newspaper. How do I keep that vampire," I hissed the word like it was burning my tongue just by sounding the syllables to pronounce it, "from tearing me apart and sucking out every single drop of blood from even the tiniest crevices inside my body?"

"You're on your own here kid. Though, just remember that I enjoy life and its benefits very much. Also if you die I die to! So in other words don't screw up!"

The last part came out in a shout so loud that my ear drums pulsed. Hiro sighed, then left me to myself. Once he had exited I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the thought that I could now voice a deep dark secret. Forget being owned by that thing. Forget knowing that I was doomed. Forget questioning what the blonde beast wanted from me. No, the only thing that I truly had to fear was that….that despite his animalistic and clearly demonic behavior I… was attracted to him. I was attracted to a corpse, to a vampire. I was screwed and I didn't need Hiro to figure it out.

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"Hn, how appropriate, it's a freaking cloudless day," I murmured. My voice hid nothing as I allowed anger to clearly shine through. I was infuriated, angered to the point of sulking in self pity. My blood was boiling, and I if I had not been cursed with pale skin pigments, I'm sure that my face would explode in a melee of red and tinted pink. I shook with self rage at what I had done. I felt like clawing my eyes, stripping my skin off in layers, and then stuffing them down my throat.

I cursed myself even more for putting myself into this predicament. I had the audacity to let the brat go and thus had sentenced myself to hiding like a wounded animal. The sun shone brightly, making me hiss and slink away to a darker hiding place. Fear would have been a perfect emotion to express my distaste for that burning ball of gas. It was disgusting, the amplitude of the situation made me want to grind my nails against concrete. I was furious and it just wasn't because I had to hide in the shadows like spineless bugs and vermin.

No, it was because of my decision, the choice to keep the brat alive. Sure I had proclaimed and spewed threats of death and disembowelment, sunk my teeth into him, and practically did the "I'm badder and bigger than you" act. However, other than telling him I would mold and shape him into my puppet I had no idea just how to achieve such results. I was a solitary creature, I did not keep vermin and other pieces of trash as pets, slaves, or even as fresh blood pumps. I was a torturer, a killer, a beast that exploited my animalistic instinct simply because I could. I knew this and I ignored what I wanted him to be, what he should have been, a free dinner.

However, I was left stricken with memories of my past, my unbearable mistakes, and my passions. I was overwhelmed by his pooless eyes and the depth that I saw in them. I was embarrassed to find that I longed for the solace and the fleeting sense of peace hidden beneath the waves of violet. I wanted it to end, I didn't want to feel anything other than I felt now. I wanted…I wanted to be locked in denial. I didn't want to be smothered by regret and know it.

I want, I want, I want. I could say it thousands of time, scream it from the roof tops, and still I would never get what I desired. I had thought that since time had stopped for me, that destiny had turned its one stone eye away from me. I thought that fate was blind and I was lost. I had believed that no omnipotent being other than death, had stopped creating cruel farces in which to watch me fall.

How naïve I was.

Still, I could dream. I could block everything from my mind, just like I did with my memories, and pretend that the pink brat wasn't real. Imagine that the amethyst, eyed mortal was just a figure composed of latent emotions. I could masquerade that the feelings I had painstakingly tried to suppress were breaking free and seeking their revenge against me.

Perhaps this was punishment for pretending that I was the alpha killer, completely unreachable by human feelings and pressing mortality. Perhaps I had finally craved, my façade crumbling like dust, as my mind succumbed to the delirious images created by the voices inside me. Perhaps.

I brought a cool hand up to wipe my eyes, to erase the thoughts that made my head pound and my body quiver. The air was scolding hot, infecting me its tendrils of fire and causing vulnerability to bloom. I was growing weary; losing my self to the flames of the sun as it lazily crawled to meet the blue backdrop of clouds

. "Filthy unchangeable ball..." I murmured, not bothering to finish my sentence as I pressed my back into a wall and shrunk into cool shadows. Once submerged I began to trembled. Lifting my hands, I began to dig through the pockets of coat until I found my means of release and grasped silver. Holding the small encasement of death i flipped its top open and released the flame.

It took only seconds and before long I was inhaling tobacco. The sweet taste of acid and smoke rolled around in my mouth, settling on my tongue and making me coo in appreciation. The smoke emitted from the slim, white stick sunk deep into my skin. Flowing perfectly down my throat as the nicotine went to work. I shouldn't be tasting anything, shouldn't be feeling the sensation of burning paper but I did.

I had found that the mind was a versatile thing; I found that even death could not stop me from recalling the comfort that a cigarette brought. I discovered that if I focused my mind solely on an object, that my taste buds would regenerate and I could summon up some means of comfort.

Fascinating.

I stared out into the burning light as I hid, my mind turning and scheming as my cigarette wasted to ash. I had decided what I was going to do, what I was going to get out correlating with a human. I remained there for hours, staring out upon the world. Watching as time turned and my body stood still. I watched as the run rose and fell. As colors merged into one perfect hue and the stars were sprayed across the black blanket of the night like diamonds. I stood there in the freezing night, my hands nested in my pockets and my eyes flickering in the light shed by stree lamps. My breath escaped from my mouth, seeping into the blackness. No warm puffs were created; no heat was allowed to bloom. I felt the hunger, the thirst rise up within me and felt my mind grow weary as I fixed my site upon one goal.

It was time to find the creature whose eyes shimmered like jewels in the sun's dying light.

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The air prickled as goose bumps exploded across my skin and I clutched my arms tightly. My knuckles turned white and my face mimicked the paling color. Cold, a wind icier than I had ever felt wrapped its self around my body as it barged into my room. My curtains rustled at the intrusion. The site of them flapping about sent a jolt through my system and my mind played tricks on me.

Horrible images splashed across my eyes while a whistle thrummed through my ears caused dread to form in my stomach like a lead anchor. I told myself to stop acting like a fool, to grow a backbone, and except reality. I screamed at myself to shut the window and run. I berated my mind to seek refuge and ignore the call of the demon.

I didn't move. My body went rigid and I collapse onto my bed. I didn't rush to the window, I didn't slam it shut, I didn't hide. Instead I stared out into the dark and braced myself. My neck burned, the devils mark tingling with a fire's scorching kiss. I braced my mind and pushed all fear into a ball and set it ablaze. Hidden down deep inside me, excitement and fantasy waited to be unleashed. Like a loud speaker it shrieked to be allowed to roam free among the living. It screamed to let it take me somewhere that only I knew, a place where things like vampires weren't allowed to puncture my skin and suck me dry. I shivered and betrayed these feelings, the urge to escape reality. I squashed all feelings and found myself without emotion. A void would be envious. Minutes ticked by, the wind echoing in my ears and trying desperately to scare me.

"What will you do when comes in search of you? What will you do if he decides to sink his teeth once again into your flesh?" Hiro asked me as inside my mind he cradled me close. He whispered sweet nothings into my ears and watched the window with steely eyes. Always my protector, always my inner self. He could do all the things I couldn't.

"The only thing I can do is let him sweep me away and pray that I survive long enough to see something extraordinary." I spoke the truth and watched as the wind had its way with my cheap frayed curtains. I no longer felt the cold, felt the fear. I knew that as long as Hiro held me close I would be safe, my constant crutch.

"Something extraordinary? Is that what you think is going to happen. Death is on your heels and that's the only thing you can decide upon doing?" He tried to reprimand me, to let fear seize me. He wanted me to know my limits.

"We all die Hiro, at least I can try to live as long as possible and find a way to answer the things that shock me. I want to understand him, I want to know what he really is, I want to mess with death."

"And what happens when death messes back! If you insist on acting like you're already in the ground with dirt flowing onto your head then I won't stand in your way. Let him claim you and then we will see if you find something extraordinary when your bones turn to ash and your soul is ripped apart!" Hiro hissed at me, released his hold on my body, and glared at me with anger running rampant through his eyes. I stared at him, not able to respond as he left me to face everything by myself. Tilting my head back I cried silently for Hiro to return.

Then, I felt it, the cold caress of the night as fingers brushed over my mouth and fingered my lips. Breathing heavily I opened my eyes and was seized by shock. Amber eyes held me captive as the vampire clammed his hand over my mouth, muffling my screams. His skin was stone cold, steely, and powerful as I tried to pull away. Growling in anger he jerked me forward, bringing his face close to mine. No breath fell upon my skin and I felt myself melting under his glaze. I loved it all, I longed to touch his snow white skin and see how it bent under my fingertips.

However my mouth was throbbing, my neck stinging with pain, and I watched helplessly as he spoke.

"I believe this method keeps any foolish words from escaping your mouth. Did you enjoy your day away from me? I think I gave you enough time to prepare for my arrival?" His words flowed over me like melted butter and I leaned into his touch as his tongue ghosted over my neck. He licked my skin, savoring the taste of me before finally releasing his hold on my mouth. Grasping from the lack of contact I fell back onto the surface of my bed. Twisting my head up, I stared at his hovering form as I placed my hand over my neck.

"Please, I don't feel like sucking anything out of you tonight… I'm in the mood for something more succulent." He turned away from me, allowing his cynical eyes to survey my room. "Not the biggest spender, figures, I had to choose a human that surrounds himself in poverty."

"It's cozy!" I snapped and felt myself blush as the vampire turned to stare at me. Quirking an eyebrow he smirked and returned to examining my things.

"If you feel the need to shout at least you should use more than two words." Walking over to my bed he brought his visage inches away from mine.

"What cat got your tongue?" he seemed to purr the words. His pink tongue licking his pale lips and I felt like fainting

"You're…you're enjoying this." I stammered, sighing with relief as he pulled away from me. "Do vampires always joke around or are you an exception?"

"Do all humans immediately swoon at the whole dark and dangerous routine are you simply a freak?" He mocked and I felt heated anger rise within me.

"Do all vampires keep attacking people's neck like they're God!"

"What did you say?" He approached me, grabbing my neck with such strength I felt like I would snap in two.

"God is not here and if you think that by angering me one of your twisted dream worlds will come alive and take you off to never land, then you are sadly mistaken. I came here to see if you truly were a shallow brain dead fool. I came to claim my property." I was suffocating, my lungs begged for air as his grip got tighter with each passing second.

"I'm not your property" I squeaked trying to pull his hands off me. "I don't belong to anyone!" I screamed as his grip tightened and with one desperate effort I raised my hand and slapped him. My nails sunk into his porcelain skin tearing off thin strips of white silk. Instantly he released me, his hands going to his face as blood trickled down.

"Looks like the bitch has a back bone after all" I thought he was going to kill me, to strike me back, to sink his fangs into my neck once again. Instead he stared, his face healing within seconds before he began to laugh. A deep rolling echo escaped from his lips and sent shivers through my body. It was electric, it was tingling, and it scared me to no end.

"What is your name?" he breathed, his eyes examining every part of me.

"Shindou….Shuichi." I stammered, stepping back. I was trying to put as much distance between us as possible. I wanted to ask him his, to know what he was called. I wanted to know him.

"Do you realize that by giving me your name you have just giving me more of a hold over you? No? Well, just for this," He touched his face, his body going calm.

"Just for that I will answer one of your pitiful questions. I will show you what I really am." With that said he grabbed me and fled from my room. Blasts of freezing wind hit me at full force as we fell, pushing on my lungs and preventing me from screaming. I closed my eyes knowing we were going to hit the pavement. Images of our splattered bodies flashed in front of me like a movie but as we neared the ground, about to hit, we didn't. Instead we were flying, jumping from roof top to roof until he found whatever he was seeking and landed with a thud.

Instantly he cast me to the ground, my fingers scraped against wet grass, my clothes absorbing water. My back connected with cold ground and I laid there starring up at the cloudy sky. When it finally registered where we were, I shuddered at the thought of him killing me and throwing my body to the trees.

The park was located at the edge of town, the small forest offering seclusion and isolation. In the past it was the favored place to find people that had gone missing, bodies that where unrecognizable, and the ideal spot for mass murders and junkies.

"Do you plan on lying there all night or you plan on getting up and seeing something that will take your breath away." He growled at me, smiling as he did so. His teeth gleamed in the faint light of the lamp posts making his face contort. It scared me, the way he smiled, the glee that he held in his eyes. Getting up I decided to find out why, so I followed him as he began to move forward. I trailed behind him like a dog, barely keeping up with his quick steps as he walked away from the trees and into the area created for walkers. He stopped, his back straightened and then in a blink of an eye he vanished. I brought my hand up to meet my eyes and wiped at them furiously. I tried to make him reappear, refusing the idea that he had left me once again in the middle of nowhere. Seconds transformed into minutes of me looking in every direction for his lithe form till the soft thud of approaching footsteps forced me to look to my left.

It was a woman, her body petite, and wraped up tightly with a vibrant red coat. Her hair was long, wavy, the pigment a blondish color. I watched her approach and a sense of dread filled.

She didn't even have time to scream. Just like he had done so many times before, he appeared, wrapped his strong hands around her throat, and pulled her close to his body. He titled her head, opening his mouth as he grasped her face, forcing her to stare into his eyes before he ripped her throat open. Blood sprayed everywhere, drops of the vermilion essence landing on my face as her body contorted and he drank.

It was messy, it was fast, and like he said it took my breath away. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move as he retracted his mouth and led her blood run down his chin and throat. Her coat sagged, its surface taking on a darker color as it absorbed her life essence.

"This is what death is, this is all that I am." He told to me, blood still dripping down his front. Droplets of it fell onto his hands as the woman hung there lifeless and in an awkward angle. Her face was etched in shock, her mouth grapping wide as her eyes had already began to glaze over. Finally I fell to my knees, my body shaking, and I begain to cry. My eyes mixed with the red sprinkles of her blood forming bright smearing tracks down my cheeks.

Tears of blood, water of a damned life. The site of her burned into me and I screamed. I brought my fingers to cover my eyes, to hide from everything. My digits slid over my slick cheeks and I felt bile rise at the sensation of slipperiness. I wanted to remain like that, frozen in place, blind to the gruesome scene in front of me. However the blonde Adonis had other plans for me.

Casting the corpse to the ground he dragged me, bruising my hands, and causing me cry harder as he threw me in front of the woman's body. My hands collided with her luke-warm skin and I felt like fainting. The sudden yank of my hair kept me from blacking out as the vampire yanked my head back and grasped my right hand.

"This is what death is" he whispered to me as he pushed my hand down to meet her broken neck. I screamed, I thrashed, and I began to beg. My head was yanked harder and the blonde's voice struck every nerve in my body making me cringe.

"Touch it, feel what it's like. Play with it, mess with it, and see what dying is truly about." He pushed my hand farther into her body, my fingers now submerged in her neck. Blood soaked my fingers, the liquid like corn syrup, sticky and moist.

"NO!" I shrieked, I tried to pull away but the yanking of my neck kept me planted on the ground.

"Touch it!" He screamed and I began to move my fingers. I grasped the veins in her neck, feeling the coarseness of her muscles.

"Oh god, no!" I sputtered as I closed my eyes and played with her inside.

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"God is not here Shuichi, he's blind to everything that takes place here tonight" He said my name and I cried. Finally he released his hold on me and I fell forward. I pulled myself away from her and stared down at the blood coating my blood. Vainly I tried to wipe them clean on my shirt.

"Finally you can begin to understand, to see what I am and how weak you and your race truly are. You can see why playing foolish games and having dreams is a waste." He turned and began to walk forward into the night. His long coat billowed in the wind and I felt even smaller.

"Why...why me! Why don't you kill me? Why did you show me this?" I called to him, my eyes swollen and my hands still stained.

"Why, why, why! You ask too much!" he screamed and turned back around to face me. I feared him, flinched from the site of him. His eyes were the brightest I had ever seen, the feralness in them hauntingly, the color to striking to look at.

"It's because you weaken me! You infect me with some strange disease that strips me of my skills, of my power, of my very mind. You are the anomaly, you are just another damn question and it sickens me. The mere site of you brings me to my knees and makes me loose control. And without that precious control I am anything but elite!" He snapped at me, his hands lingering in front of me as if he wanted to tear my throat out to. I snapped, finally going over the edge.

"Elite you say! What makes you elite? The fact that you can kill? That your mind is twisted and your soul black. What gives you the right to decide that you're better than us? What gives to the right toy with us so?" I screamed, my throat felt raw and I began to stand. I shook, threatening to fall but I held my ground.

"I am better because I do not hide from reality. I do not run to imaginary beings and pretend that everything is all right and the world isn't a festering waste filled cesspool. I am the thing that everything hides from. I am forsaken. I embrace what I am, what the world truly is, and use everything that I have to survive without hesitation. I am able to see that this world, this place is filled with blood. I know that nothing is worth living for because in the end you end up being swallowed. I am elite because I grasp the gruesomeness of death and use everything imaginable to survive."

"You're a monster." I reply, unable to say anything else.

"Yes, and you and the rest of humanity choose to ignore it! You lock yourself up tight in a ball of fantasy and try desperately to out run reality. To forget that in the end you all are worthless. You hide and therefore I get the right to rip life away from you."

"And what's wrong with that? What's wrong with trying to create a place where you aren't screamed at or look down upon with malice and disgust! What's wrong with trying to be happy! To trying to forget all the damn pain that exists in the world. Open your eyes you say, stop hiding you say. But why! What's wrong with pretending, what's wrong with wanting more! This place, this life that we all live in is filled with nothing but regret and disappointment. It's suffocating. What's wrong with trying to out run it? That a place without….without…." I couldn't finish, I couldn't help but break down.

"You are just like them, the thousands of people that everyday wake up and follow all the rules and continue following the same routine. Living meaningless boring jobs without trying to think about what else there is. Blind to all the truths. The only difference is that you're more creative with your escapement and know that you are running. You are the only one that has looked me in the eyes and has survived. But now you know," he walked to me, he lowered himself to my eye sight and placed his fingers on my lips.

Blood still covered his mouth, his hands…everything. He stared at me, held me in his glaze. "You know what is to happen, what will become of you. My name is Yuki Eiri and you are merely my latest conquest." With that said he sealed my fate, he pressed his lips against mine. A bloody kiss, a kiss that took my breath away.

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