Chapter 2: Chains of Domination

It had been a while since Airi had drunk a human's blood. The preparation in coming to Japan had taken a good bit of her time and she had consequently given her Donor away three weeks before. Living on preserved blood was hardly adequate in comparison to her high standards…so her thirst was particularly bad right now, especially after having Tyki take his fill…what else could she do? Besides, it seemed like this Kanda met all her requirements so far…and she couldn't very well have been expected to resist.

The moment her fangs sank into the side of his neck, Airi felt much better. She heard her victim let out a sort of strangled sound as she pierced his skin, drawing blood, but she was careful, knowing that it was the first time that he had experienced such a sensation. She did not bite down fully, knowing how much pain that caused, and instead let a shallow stream of his blood flow into her mouth. It was cool and delicious, slightly sweet and rather filling. Pretty high quality, considering that Kanda did not look like he was running high on emotions…she could work on perfecting the taste later on…

Airi took just enough to keep her satisfied for the rest of the day, unwilling to take more than she had to in case Kanda ended up fainting from the blood loss. She lifted up her head, a trail of blood sticking to her lips as she smirked and brought her hand to the wound. Kanda's blue eyes were watching her warily, but he was hardly in tiptop shape; his breathing was ragged and perspiration lined his handsome face. Not bad, not bad at all, if those were the only repercussions. Airi was more used to her prey fainting after the first drink.

"Feel dizzy?" she asked, licking her lips. "Don't worry, it's normal."

"Get the hell off of me," he snapped, jerking his legs back, causing her to slide onto the ground. He knocked her hand away, revealing the four tiny holes at his neck. The incisions were so small, they'd already stopped bleeding.

"Oh my," she said, resting her head on his knees as she licked the remaining blood off her hand. He stiffened at the contact. "You still have enough energy to fight back? You're not bad at all…"

"Why…" Kanda struggled to find the words.

"Why you?" she offered. "Hm. How should I explain…so you remember me talking about the most popular guys at the school today at lunch?"

He nodded curtly, retracting his legs slightly in order to inch away from her touch. Airi noticed and simply applied more pressure to his knees, refusing to let him get away.

"There's a reason I was asking that. For one, popular guys are always aesthetically pleasing, and humans who are good-looking typically have better tasting blood. In addition, popularity is largely a result of charisma, which also accounts for high quality blood."

"Why not…Bookman?" he asked, panting from the effort it took to stay conscious. "You…immediately rejected…him."

"Ah. Why indeed. Well, I don't feel like explaining that," she said sweetly. "He's English, for one…and I feel like having a bit of Japanese delicacy. So for now, know that you're my permanent Donor while I'm here."

"What?!" he said snappishly, fury lining his features.

"Oh, good, you're the type to get angry easily," smiled Airi. "That's good, I'll just have to find ways to piss you off."

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

"Blood tastes better when the Donor is feeling a good deal of emotion, be it arousal, anger, sadness, anxiety…you get the gist. The heart pumps faster, your pulse accelerates…that rush tastes so good…" Airi's eyes flickered as she thought dreamily of the taste. "So vampires typically try to get their victims to yield their best taste…each emotion has a slightly different taste, but most people don't mind, they all taste good. I find anger and arousal to be particularly tasty…but that's just me. Besides, you don't seem like the type of person who gets aroused easily."

She brought a hand to his cheek and caressed it lightly, leaning over his knees so that their noses were almost touching. Even this close, Kanda had no blemishes on his face.

"Ha, you're not aroused easily at all…most men would be fainting at this point…"

"Get away from me," he snarled, jolting back.

"Kanda-san…you can't run from me now that I've set my sights on you," she said. "Get used to feeling a bit weak and shivery…I took the barest minimum amount of blood this time, seeing as this is your first time, but be assured, it'll be worse next time."

"There won't be a next time—"

"You're my Donor, Kanda-san. You'll be seeing me quite often now."

"This is…some arbitrary decision, you freak—"

"Arbitrary? Ha," she said humorlessly. "Get used to it. All vampires are arbitrary. Our lives are decided that way…sorry, it just seems like you have bad luck. Besides, it's not like you're in a completely horrible position. Being my Donor has it's benefits."

"Che, give me a break. Having my blood sucked everyday by a bloodthirsty freak like you has benefits?"

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop calling me a freak," she said dryly. "And yes, it does. For one, you'll be under my protection."

"I don't need—"

"From other vampires."

"…There're…more of you?"

"Naturally. And you, Kanda-san, have very delicious blood. Others will be coming after you, but you needn't worry about them; I'm a very selfish person. I don't let other people play with my toys."

Kanda's face contorted in anger at his new label. Airi pressed a finger to his lips and continued.

"You're very lucky that I'm the one drinking your blood. I'm rather well-known for my restraint; I can normally go for a few weeks without any blood. I also tend to stick to one taste, so you'll be protecting all of your little classmates from me at the same time. Of course, I'll be around you more often since I really didn't take much this time, so I'll be back soon…but you know, just to expand on my magnanimity…there are two ways we could bite a human, depending on our disposition."

She touched the base of Kanda's neck, the center of it where it caved in slightly.

"We could bite the hollow of your neck, which is much easier for us because more blood comes out that way…but it'd be very painful for you humans, since it's so much more sensitive there. Or we could bite you on the side of your neck, like I just did, where the flow is less but the pain is as well. See, aren't I kind?"

She smirked at the defiance flashing in his azure eyes. Airi stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes, looking down at her new prey. What a gorgeous human…seriously, quite the beauty…she'd tugged his white collared shirt down so that it exposed half of his chest, and what a nicely chiseled chest it was…Kanda seemed to be as perfect in looks as far as humans went…he'd actually be a pretty good vampire.

Her smile broadened as he glared up at her, his hand twitching as if he wanted to strangle her.

"Don't bother trying to attack me," she warned. "It'll be futile, I guarantee you that…and don't bother finding someone to tell. Face it, dear, who'd believe you even if you did?"

He just snarled at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kanda-san," she said, shouldering her bag.

With a final wave, she disappeared from the classroom.

Kanda dunked his head under the sink, letting the icy water run over his long black hair. He desperately needed to clear his head; he was feeling slightly nauseous and weak, and he still had to go to club practice…the kendo captain straightened up, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

His shirt still half-unbuttoned, Kanda could see the tiny marks on the side of his neck where that woman's fangs had pierced his skin. They didn't look all too noticeable, but…like she said, it'd get worse…

He gritted his teeth, his blue eyes glittering in the mirror's reflection. What was she to control his life?! No…he was Kanda Yuu, he was always in control of his actions, of his life. She couldn't just waltz in as if on a stroll and simply throw his world upside down. He would resist as much as he could…

Maybe he was going insane. There was no way something as obscure as vampires possibly existed—maybe this was all a bad dream…but those puncture marks were still there, as clear as day, and he knew that he was fighting a losing battle in trying to convince himself that it was all a dumb lie.

"Oi. Yuu-chan," said a voice behind him.

Only one person called him by his first name…

Kanda glanced at the approaching reflection and simply turned away, buttoning up his shirt. Lavi Bookman walked up to him, stopping at his side.

"You're late," he said. "Not good for the captain's image, is it?"

"Shut up…"

"What took you so long?"

"I…"

He didn't know what to say. He couldn't very well tell the truth, because infuriating as it was, Airi had been right—no one would believe him if he actually blurted out that Airi was in reality a vampire who was all for devouring him.

"Had some stuff to do," he said cryptically, turning around and facing Lavi.

"Whoa. You're lookin' mighty pale," said Lavi, his green eye widening. "You sick?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Maybe you should take the day off, Yuu-chan."

Kanda aimed a punch at Lavi's face, but his strength had dulled significantly due to the blood loss; Lavi caught his first easily, looking even more disturbed than normal.

"Yeah, I definitely think you're sick," Lavi said. "Go home; I'll make an excuse for ya."

"There's no need—"

"We have a match tomorrow, Yuu," Lavi said seriously. "As captain, you need to be in tiptop shape. Go home, rest easy, and be ready tomorrow."

Kanda, weary and feeling close to fainting, did not bother to argue any further. He simply gave a curt nod left the room, not noticing that the British male's green eye had narrowed significantly as he watched Kanda leave the premises.

Airi got back to her new apartment rather late, having just met up with the new company that would sponsor her modeling career. Modeling, for Airi, wasn't that big of a deal; it was something to kill time with. School and homework was never an issue; after having graduated from high school more than ten times, it was hardly likely that she would actually fail.

Airi stood under the warm water of the showerhead, rinsing her long hair through with shampoo. She was feeling thirsty; the tiny amount she'd taken from Kanda had definitely not been enough in comparison to the volume of blood that Tyki had taken from her. Perhaps she shouldn't have smashed that last bottle of reserved blood…it was better than nothing…she'd have to take more from Kanda tomorrow. But that was so cruel, especially if he wasn't used to being drained so often…

Her throat burning and feeling slightly weak, Airi turned off the shower and walked into the living room, fully dressed, running a towel through her hair. Her dark eyes narrowed upon seeing the figure in the light-doused room.

"Hello, Airi," said Tyki with a full smile that showed off his prominent fangs.

He was dressed in a black collared shirt and black dress pants, a sign of his school appearance, and was looking devilishly handsome. But long gone were the days when Airi's heart beat faster at the sight of him, the days where she actually caught her breath whenever she noticed his golden eyes on her…she felt nothing but hatred for him now.

"What are you doing here?" she asked coolly.

"What, I can't come to my own fiancée's home?"

"Unannounced, no."

Airi didn't have one second to move before Tyki appeared in front of her, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness.

"I thought I told you to deflate that ego of yours," he said, bringing up a hand and fingering her wet hair. "And in response to your first question…I'm here for my meal."

"You had it at school," she said angrily, tossing aside her towel and retreating a few steps. "You took more than enough, Tyki, enough to keep you going for two or three days—"

"That was hardly a meal," he said in a quiet tone that was tinted with warning. "That was more like the dessert before the main course…besides, I know I can make your blood taste even better."

Tyki's softly dangerous tone should've been enough to warn Airi to stop arguing; she, however, ignored it, and instead snarled, baring her fangs.

"You bastard—"

The next thing she knew, Airi was sent slamming into the wall, Tyki's hand gripping her throat tightly.

"What did I say earlier?" he said coldly.

"Let go of me," she snarled, trying to force his hand away. He simply tightened his grasp.

"I said that you belong to me," he said, his voice burning with icy fury. "That if I told you I wanted your blood, you'd cut yourself open and offer it to me. And I'm saying right now, Airi, that I want your blood. What will you do?"

His grip was so strong that Airi found herself struggling to breathe. She knew that she could never win against Tyki with strength alone, and she knew very well that Tyki would have absolutely no reservations in killing her. She was stretching Tyki's patience to a very thin amount; it'd be best to stop now, especially when Tyki's golden eyes were gleaming so maliciously with insane desire. Even if it meant submitting to his wishes.

"What will you do?" he repeated, loosening his grip upon seeing her lack of struggle.

"Give it to you," she breathed harshly.

"Good," Tyki smiled, once again all charms. "Now…" A quick thrust of his hand and Airi's shirt ripped apart. One split second later, she was in her bedroom, thrown onto the mattress as Tyki towered over her, his own shirt open.

"I don't see why you have to do this," she said, unable to resist voicing her displeasure as Tyki climbed over her and slid his hands over her torso.

"Actually doing it makes your blood taste magnificent. Besides, it's been what, half a year since I've slept with you? I bet you missed it, hm?"

"In your dreams."

Tyki simply chuckled and proceeded to kiss her brutally, his lips crashing against hers as he seemed to devour her. Airi resisted a shudder; she could not grow accustomed to this, no matter how many times it happened. One of his hands slipped to her hips, pulling down the zipper of her jeans and tugging them off. He was an experienced player, one who could make any woman, no matter how unwilling, actually enjoy the sensation of sleeping with him. Airi, hating him like none other, nevertheless felt its effects, and though she felt revolted knowing that it was him, her emotions did get out of hand during the experience, thus making her heartbeat elevate and her blood, as Tyki had said before, magnificent.

Her thirst did not make the experience any more pleasant, however. Sometime in the middle of it, when Tyki's fingers were in her mouth to prevent her from making too much noise, Airi had sensed Tyki's own emotions expand, making his blood smell appealing. He must have noticed her fangs extend, however, for he retracted his hand from her mouth and simply smirked as he continued his business.

"Getting thirsty?" he taunted. "You know it's forbidden to drink my blood."

"Shut up," she retorted, beads of sweat gathering on her face from the amount of self-control it took to resist leaping up and biting his neck. "I know the rules."

"Good," he grinned, leaning down to her neck. "I think you're approaching your limit…excellent."

Airi's eyes fluttered shut as Tyki's fangs grazed her skin; they pierced down on the hollow of her neck hard, causing her to let out a cry of pain. Tyki was not graceful when it came to feeding; he always pierced harshly, causing the puncture holes to be deep and wide, and he always bit on the hollow of the neck, making the sensation even more painful than it already was. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mind was engulfed in pain and sick pleasure; she must have fainted for a moment, for when she opened her eyes again, Tyki was sitting up at the side of her bed, already dressed.

"A good night, overall," he said, lying down beside her and trailing a hand up her side, causing her to shiver. "You're still sensitive and inexperienced, which is good, I suppose, because that means that you haven't been sleeping with anyone other than me. And your blood tasted wonderful. But…oh dear…it seems like I've made you really thirsty, haven't I?"

"You better leave," she said, her breathing ragged and her body weak. "Go away."

"Ah, why is that?"

"Shut up, Tyki, don't taunt me."

"I'd like to sit here and enjoy the view a bit more—"

She lunged for his neck, her crimson eyes flashing as she aimed for the base of his throat; she could hear the rushing sound of his blood running through his veins, and it smelled so delectable—

Tyki caught her by the shoulder lazily and pushed her down, holding her in place.

"Never drink the blood of the royal family," he quoted, "for they are the supreme race and have the undiluted blood of vampires flowing through their veins. Only the royal members can drink blood from amongst themselves. Now then, Totsuka Airi, I don't think that royalty includes you any longer, mm? Not until we marry, anyway."

"Get the hell away from me if you don't want me to drink your blood then," she snapped.

"Ah, I think I will. I have to go prepare for tomorrow's lecture anyway."

He rolled off of her, standing up smoothly and beginning to leave. When he got to the door, however, he turned around and seemed unable to resist one final jibe.

"Thanks for the night, Airi," he smirked. "I'll be back tomorrow."

Airi slipped under the covers as she heard the door clack shut; it took every bit of her self-restraint to not go running after him to rip his head from the rest of his body. Her thirst was worse than it had been in a very long time; she was going to give Kanda hell tomorrow.

Free Talk:

Ara ara, I wonder if this chapter was all right...I was going to make it longer, but I'd have to leave it off at another scene with Airi biting Kanda again, and I didn't want to leave two consecutive chapters off like that.

Most DGM characters can be displayed in various ways without making them OOC. Or at least, that's what I think...so in this case, it's Tyki. I think he can be a player, a dominating figure, and a gentleman all at the same time. If that's too paradoxical for your liking, sorry. :)

I had very good reception for the first chapter! :) Thank you all!!! Please continue to review! I'll try to update faster if you do. :)

Love, -m.n.-