The Last Vampire
Written by: Sorrowful Princess
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Genre: Supernatural/Romance
Pairing: NatsumeXMikan
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The faint streaks of scintillating moonlight managed to slip through the window, illuminating the innocent image of my vulnerable prey. He was sleeping ever so peacefully, and I'd hate to disturb his sleep, but unfortunately, he won't just get disturbed.
He'll get killed.
Murdered.
Drained.
Slaughtered.
He'll be rendered lifeless.
By me.
For a split second, looking at his face brought flashes of memories from the past. Memories of myself and the past lover who cursed me. And for a split second as well, I thought of ending the life of his descendant very quickly and painlessly. But no, what the traitor did to me was too unforgivable, and I shall not display any kind of mercy. I will kill this boy very painfully. Oh yes, excruciatingly painful... I'll make him suffer and taste the bitterness his ancestor brought down to me.
How shall I kill him then? Sinking my teeth on his smooth and warm neck would be so boring. It's so typical. I mean, where's the fun in that?
The burning sensation in my throat prickled like mad needles. I'm itching to have his blood.
What if I tore his body first?
No, that would be too troublesome. Blood will splutter all over the room, it'll be such a waste.
So, should I seduce him then? It'll be fun to see him drool for one thing, but I don't think I'd like it very much if he tries to lay me.
After all, I'm here to feed, not to have sex. It'll be just a waste of time.
I guess I should just pull his heart out. Of course, he would feel it if someone suddenly groped his heart out, and it'll be inexplicably painful for him. There would still be a few seconds of life that will be left to him after it, and I'd love to see the look on his face when I showed him the heart that was clutched in my hand. Then I'll lick his face, his body, and I'll soon suck that wonderful and warm blood from his neck---ah, heaven.
An enticing yet devilish smile made its way onto my lips as I watched the boy's chest go up and down as he breathes. Soon, the boy won't need air anymore. Yes, he won't need it. Since when did the dead need oxygen?
I took a step toward him noiselessly. Still smiling, I extended my hand to his chest where the heart supposedly was. As I was closing in, the most frustrating and confusing thing suddenly happened.
I couldn't touch him.
I couldn't freaking touch him!
Anger rushed within me and my eyes turned bloody murderous.
Why?
Why can't I touch the boy?
I flexed my muscles, trying to control my emotions. Then I tried to reach out again. But still, I couldn't touch the boy. It's as if an invisible force field or whatever's protecting him from my touch.
Bullshit.
I'm so thirsty, and I can't afford to not drink tonight! I need his blood! I need to get this freaking curse off of me! I never lost control like this before, no. I've always been so composed, but how could I remain so when I haven't drunk any human blood for two thousand years? How can I calm down when I learned that I cannot kill the boy? How can I, when I learned that I cannot have the only key to lift the curse off of me?
How can I not be frustrated when I cannot drink blood tonight?
The pain in my throat burned, indicating the cruel thirst that I am feeling this very moment. I looked at the boy's face---his gently closed eyelids, his high nose, his soft red lips---and then my eyes trailed down his neck, where the pulse beats the strongest. Yes, I can see right through that frail and thin skin of his. I can see the flesh and veins beyond it. And it only made the thirst worse.
I tried to touch the other parts of his body but the same thing happened.
Why?
Then it struck me. He must have known I'll soon find out what the counter curse is. And he must have known I'll come searching for it. My past lover---he really was cunning and clever, I admit. He must have been the one who bestowed the protection over this boy.
Very well then. He was meaning to challenge me, after all. He must have thought I won't be able to negate the protection and kill his descendant. Oh, how very wrong he was. This was his problem; he was always so confident he could do anything. Such an arrogant man, but that was what attracted me to him. His sense of power and---security.
A challenge. I smirked at the thought. How childish it was, but of course, I'll go along with his little game. I imagine it would be very sweet---rubbing it in his face how stupid his little plans were.
With one swift glance at the sleeping figure, I turned around and did my way out of the room. The burning and prickling sensation in my throat intensified, but I didn't mind it; for soon, it'll be gone for good, and I'll be able to drink blood from any human I desire.
I smiled as the faint streak of moonlight caressed my glassy face.
Sleep well, my prey.
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Two days had passed since I visited the boy. Within that forty-eight hours, I organized and cleared everything that I must do and would be needing. I contacted the investment company which holds most of my bank accounts around the globe, and instructed them a few things. I talked to a woman on the phone---her name was Kikou---and strictly ordered her to organized my transfer files and such.
But where would I be transfering? Of course, I'll be where my prey is. And he's in Japan, so I'll be in there as well.
I told her to buy me a house near the coast. Then to enroll me in the Academy where the boy studies. I gave her the school's name---Alice Academy, and emphasized that she must enroll me there under the identity of Mikan Sakura. Yes, that was my new name as of today. Of course, the woman did not dare ask why I would use a different name. I could buy her whole being if I want.
Or better yet, I could just kill her and let her rot six feet under.
As I drove my Ferrari to where the school was located, I found myself looking forward to meeting the boy again. I arranged it so that we would be in the same class---and I mean every class. When I finally parked and got out of the car, I went to the registrar and asked for my schedule. As I took the piece of paper she handed me, I noticed that I have calculus as my first subject.
No big deal. I can solve everything in calculus with closed eyes. I've studied it over and over again in the past thousands of years.
I scanned the whole room with one swift eye movement just as I opened the door of the room. And I didn't need to scan that much, since there he was, at the back of the room, staring idly at the open window with a bored expression plastered on his face. I didn't waste any time. I strode to him quickly and addressed him. His scent was alluring.
"Hi," I said in japanese. I can very well speak every language in the world since I have lived in every country. He turned to me, and
I saw the very same ruby eyes as my past lover. I flashed him an enticing smile. "Can I sit here beside you?"
He noted I was new, since he hasn't seen me before. I can read his face easily.
After a few seconds, he finally grunted and muttered, "No."
Arrogant, just as I have assumed. Well, let's see how well he can resist me. Without a word, I seated myself beside him and gave him a sly smile. He glared at me in return, which made me grin and wink at him.
The professor entered at that moment and silence fell upon the room. As predicted, the educator or whatever he is, called me to stand in front and introduce myself. I looked the boy at the corner of my eyes and decided he isn't the type of guy who goes after typical teenage girls. And I have no intention to act like one. So I stood firm but remained where I was.
"Mikan Sakura. A new student," I said.
The professor shook his head, "Please stand in front, Ms. Sakura."
"No," I replied, "What's the difference? I don't want to go there."
The professor's eyebrows twitched. He doesn't seem so pleased with my reply. "The difference is that with just one simple instruction, I could immediately see how impudent you are," he said coldly.
"I'm glad you noticed," I said, smiling wryly.
"Very well then," the professor said, "Don't expect much on your grade."
I laughed. "Tell you what; I don't give a damn about my grade." And then I smirked at him and sat back down. His gaze followed me as I sunk into the mono block, sending daggers and ominous glares at me. I don't care.
Still staring at the open window, the boy said, "Such a stupid way to introduce yourself."
He still sounded arrogant and uncaring but nevertheless amused.
I shrugged. "Not really. When I said I don't give a damn about my grade, I meant it."
"So I've noticed." was his short reply.
I decided now would be the perfect time to act. I leaned towards him and asked, "Your name?"
Sensing our close proximity, he wrenched his eyes off of the window and looked at me. He raised a brow. "Does it matter?"
He looked so much like him. It made me so excited, yet along with this excitement was the deep hatred I had for my past lover.
"Oh, it does," I replied, smiling radiantly, "Especially since I want you."
This bold statement startled him. Obviously, with that look of his, lots of girls go after him, but none of them had actually confessed their desire for him this way---so light yet there's an edge. Well, maybe it's not the boldness of my statement that startled him. Perhaps he had sensed that my desire for him isn't like any other. That my desire for him was different. He didn't answer.
I laughed lightly and let the conversation end there.
Does he know? Does he know he was the late descendant of the man who cursed me? Does he know he has some kind of protection from me? Does he know I want his blood? Does he know I want to kill him?
And does he know... that I already know his weakness, even before I sat here beside him?
He does not. Just one look at him and it told me everything. He knew nothing, which made it all the more easier for me. Looking at him, the burning sensation in my throat prickled more strongly. I should have his blood. And I should have it soon.
But of course, I have to destroy the force field that's protecting him first. How?
He is human. I am a vampire. He is weak whereas I am incredibly strong. But I won't destroy it by brute force. It would be so boring.
He is human and weak. Whereas I am invincible and beautiful.
He has a beating heart. Whereas I have a stone one.
He is human and capable of love, which is the reason why human beings are weak. They never let their brains touch their hearts.
He is human and I am a vampire. I can make anyone fall in love with me.
He is human and I know his weakness.
He is human and I will capture his heart. He'll grow weaker under me.
He is human...
...and he will soon die.
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Lovelots,
-Eurice-