Bed of Roses: Demon
I felt a wave of unidentified nervousness as he came and colored the Michiru sky black.
"Who are you?" I asked holding my parents tight. I think I've known him somewhere, I just can't pinpoint where...
He stopped at the moonlight.
He's hair was jet black, his shoulders are broad, he's body is like an armor shining in the night.
he has long eyelashes, smooth face, moist lips, he's half naked, long legs that matches his shoulders.
A statue of perfection, with blue familiar eyes.
He smiled. A stone cold smile.
"W-Who are you?" I shouted.
"Michiru..." My mom called. "goodbye for now."
"We'll see each other again... someday." My dad smiled.
"No! Please don't leave me again..." I pleaded.
There's no way I'm gonna be left alone once again.
But in an instant they were swallowed by the darkness, and me kneeling on a sandy floor, my tears forming black dots on it.
There I noticed.
My hands are bloody.
I looked at my dress, it's torn apart and dripping with blood.
"What happened?" I confusedly looked around looking for the answer,
the guy that colored my life in darkness.
"What's happening to me?" I didn't mean it but my throat is dry, I can taste the blood from my mouth again, and I coughed hard that droplets of blood dropped on the sand.
I can't deny the fact that I'm really really scared.
The guy in an instant is kneeling in front of me.
"Don't worry." he growled. "I'll take good care of you."
He pushed me down, losing strength I can't fight back. He raised my shirt, his wide rough hand brushed on my wounds.
"L-Let go... P-please..." I groaned, all sights are getting blurry.
Then I felt a strange thing in my wounded belly.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" I screamed in pain.
The strage feeling continue to happen, no matter how hard I shout.
This is worst. I want to die, right now.
"Don't you wish you're dead when your crying like crazy." he said that surprised me.
How did he know I'm wishing to die?
I looked at his face inches apart from mine, blood on his lips.
There I realized that the strange sensation was him licking my wound.
"Stop this..." I cried.
"Michiru right?" I heard him say.
I closed my eyes and felt a warm wind enveloped me.
I felt his breath against my ears.
"Guardians of Hell, I Akatsuki Chika, binds a contract to this woman..."
I felt his body whose unexpectedly warm not matching his cold eyes against my blood soaked dress.
The scent of a torch.
And the blackness of the night.
---to be continued---