Hello everyone. How have you been? Sorry this update took me two years, I was having author's block ^^" . I literally had to idea what's gonna happen since yesterday! So I wrote this quickly before the idea leave me. Sheesh. This AU is gonna be the hardest fic genre I've ever written.
Reader discretion is advised: This chapter contains non-graphic smut and knife play.
The village is on fire. Elders are trying to fight back by throwing fire arrows and burning logs. Kids his age were instructed to hide under the bed. It's too late to run away. Some vampires are already munching the people he knew ; his neighbor, his friend. Everywhere he sees is red. Blood is spilled on the ground, like in a slaughterhouse.
Kurapika is standing in the middle of the horror. From afar, he saw his father drawing the fire arrow. Reflection of blazing embers is shown in his scarlet eyes.
"Father!" Kurapika called and ran towards him, but a faceless vampire stood in his way.
"Where are you going, little boy?" It taunts before trying to grab Kurapika's hand. Kurapika evades them and hides behind a pile of burning ruins before going to his father's direction.
Much to his surprise, his father is already laying on the ground when he gets closer. He died with his scarlet eyes wide open. A familiar female figure cradling his head. He immediately recognizes her as Neon.
"Your father tastes so good." She smiles with blood-covered teeth. Sudden fear emerges in Kurapika.
"No wonder you did too." She hums.
Kurapika watches Neon plucks his father's eye with her sharp nail before starting to walk towards him
"Now let me get another taste of you." She grabs his chin and leans towards his neck.
"Get away devil!" He pushes her away violently and finds himself waking up in sweat.
It was just a dream. He is still in his prisoner's room.
"Ouch." Neon groaned as she hit the ground.
"What did you do?" Kurapika asks in distress. Neon's horrific image is still fresh in his mind.
"I'm sorry. I was too tempted to lick your wound. Then, you were unconscious." she answered in an innocent tone.
He felt nauseous. For a second he was repulsed of her true nature.
His dream was exactly how he imagined the horror in his village was like, since he wasn't there when the massacre happened. He wiped his temple and noticed Neon was already standing. She is staring into his eyes from a distance in astonishment.
"You've seen my eyes." He noticed.
"They changed back to gray. What a pity. " she commented.
"Pity?" he flinched, reminded of the times when people from outside the village called him devil. He had long forgotten such conflict.
"You guys have such beautiful eyes when you're angry. No wonder your blood tastes better." she contemplates ,"Unlike some people, they have no flavor."
Provoked by her words, he unsheathed the dagger on his belt and pointed it to her neck. Still, her eyes are focused on his scarlet eyes.
"So you're from Kuruta tribe." Neon speaks as Kurapika stands closer to her.
How dare this woman… He clenches his eyes and presses his thumb to the dagger. He planned to ask her nicely. But, anger had controlled him at the moment he suspected she could be behind the attack on his village. For a second, he regretted having treated her dotingly.
"How did you know about Kurta tribe?" The fresh blood trickles down his arm ,"Did you ask your vampire coven to specifically prey on us?"
She was struggling to find words to say while her eyes darted from his eyes to blood trickling down his arm.
"Speak, Miss Neon. I have no patience today." Kurapika moves closer, pinning her to the wall. The cold silver was an inch away from her neck ,"How did you recognize my eyes? You weren't the original members of Phantom Troupe coven."
"I never knew how Chrollo and his friends would decide their target. Why are you asking me this?"
"Don't play dumb. The Kurta clan lived in seclusion for hundreds of years until your coven attacked our village. How could you recognize us while you were imprisoned yourself." he explained ,"Either you are one of the outsiders that considered our clan as monsters, or you took part in the raid."
Neon furrows her eyebrow, expressing sympathy to his experience.
"I wouldn't do that." She whispers ,"I love your eyes."
"What?"
"Chrollo gave them to me. Pairs of Kurta eyes." she explains ," Had you searched Phantom Troupe castle thoroughly, you'd find all my collections in the hidden chambers."
"You love my eyes?" He smiles ironically with pain in his scarlet eyes. For the first time, an outsider is not scared of his scarlet eyes.
"I really do." she replied, "If I hurted you, it wouldn't be my intention."
Her words made him want to laugh. Blood wasn't the only thing they took away from his people.
He shifted the silver dagger and pressed her neck before he kissed her.
She tastes like a perfect dream made of breath and skin, pulling him deeper into his desires. Once a while he'll loosen his clench on her neck and let her breathe. Why would a vampire need to breathe, anyway? But he'll do that for the sake of tasting her kiss. It's the first time someone ever thirsts for him like this.
He placed his other hand on her waist and pushed her on her bed.
"If you do something, I'll kill you." he pointed the dagger on her neck again.
"I won't do anything dangerous." She grabs his hand and licks the blood off his cut thumb, healing the injury. Her tongue carefully avoids the cold silver ,"Keep your silver close, Kurapika."
"Good." he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the floor ,"Let's finish what you started, Miss Neon." The silver dagger carefully cut the brown fabric of her dress, revealing her bare skin. He threw the torn fabric on the floor. He had brought her newer and more beautiful dresses anyway.
He kissed her neck then bit the bite mark that Chrollo left, before slicing it with his cold silver, leaving her to hiss and scream at the pain. Her pitched scream and drenched skin gave him ecstatic pleasure he never felt before, an inhumane pleasure.
Blood drips off from the marks he made earlier to the side of her neck. He leaned in to lick the blood clean and kiss the wound "Those marks are mine now, Neon."
She groaned, enjoying the burning sensation from the sharp silver. The way his tongue glides on her wound made her wonder what kind of human enjoyed the taste of vampire blood. Every inch of his touch turned her even more.
He locked her arms and forcefully turned her back, forcing her to steal glances of his scarlet eyes over her shoulder.
"Did you enjoy it? Being tortured like this?"
With blood-stained teeth, he licks a new mark he just made on her back.
Rats in Leorio's laboratory didn't show any symptoms after being fed by vampire's blood, so he wishes this time would be different. But just like the laboratory rat, her blood didn't give him anything but worldly satisfaction.
"You are scarier than a vampire." she gasps with a weak smile ,"How are you even human?"
"I don't need to be a vampire to have complete dominance over you." he slices another bite mark on her back, waiting for her smile to turn into a pained expression.
"Do you hate me?"
Kurapika looked confused for a second. He loosened his grip on her arms.
"I don't believe it's your place to question me." He avoided it. If only she didn't lead him into temptation, he wouldn't feel like this. He would be more… restrained.
"Why?" She puts her left knee forward to bend her back and arches it up ,"I thought you'd want me to know."
"You're so spoiled, Neon." He sighed and surrendered to her invitation. There's no turning back now.
"This is bad." Leorio mercifully killed one of his rat experiments, blood splatters on the glass box in front of him ,"I'm sorry, rat."
He sighed with a heavy heart. Even for the goodness of humanity, he couldn't help feeling sad for the experimental rats the guild kept. He promised that the innocent rats' sacrifices would not be in vain. When this is all over, he will shift his focus to treat humans again. But, for now, he will dedicate his study under Professor Cheadle.
He wrote in his report that every possible experiment has failed.
What could possibly be the cure for this pandemic? What makes mutation possible when the blood is injected directly, but fails when it is injected by third-party tools, such as needle? He pondered to himself.
Perhaps Professor Cheadle's speculation was right, he must seek a magician. A healer. What seemed like a simple mutation was probably a ritual as well.
Thank you for reading! Honestly, I never planned to add a knife-play scene but it just came naturally. Don't hesitate to leave me a comment to correct me if there's a confusing scene or whatsoever.