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Momiji stared at Kusanagi she pulled a silver knife out of her belt and pointed it at him. "Stay away or I'll cut part of you off," she said. Kusanagi grabbed her hand and squeezed her wrist. She didn't let go and didn't cry out but she did give him a death stare; until finally she dropped the knife. Momiji lifted her other hand to hit him and he grabbed it as well. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his hands around her body pinning her hands behind her back.

"Are you going to try and bleed me dry?" she asked.

"Oh no, not one as pretty as you are," he said. He inhaled the scent of her hair and then pulled her jacket off enough so that it was off her shoulders. He put his lips on her neck and then brushed them along her left shoulder. "There are too many other things that I would like to do to you Momiji," Kusanagi said. He ran his lips along her neck and flicked his tongue out and tasted her neck.

Momiji tilted her head back and exposed her neck; he began to loosen his hold on her hands. He brought his right hand up and brushed them over her cheek and her jawbone. Momiji felt like her skin was on fire after his fingers brushed the spot; she wanted him to touch more of her. When he brought his fingers to her mouth she opened her lips and took his middle finger in with her tongue.

"Momiji," he whispered in a faint voice as he brought his head into her neck and began to kiss and suck her skin.

Then suddenly at the sound of her name she realized what she was doing. She punched him in the nose and he moved away enough so that she could put her hands on his chest and push him away. Then quickly she grabbed the knife and held it up to him again. "What do you want?" she asked.

"To know about you," he said. "I want to know about who you are…"

"And why should I tell you anything about who I am?" she asked.

"Because if you agree to answer my questions I'll tell you about what you want," Kusanagi said.

A light clicked in Momiji's brain, "Anything that I want, you, your family, and etc."

"Yes," he said.

"How do I know that you wouldn't be lying about what you say to me?" asked Momiji.

"I give you my word," he said.

"And how is that supposed to help me," Momiji asked. "You could be lying to me."

"When I give you my word I keep my word," he said, "I told you I wouldn't lie and I won't lie to you."

"Fine I tell you something and you tell me," she said to him, "What do you want to know about me?"

"What's your favorite place to go?" Kusanagi said.

Momiji gave him a questioning look, "Why?"

"That's not the deal," Kusanagi said.

"Fine," she said, she thought about it for a few moments then said, "The Ocean."

"Simple enough, now your question."

"Why does your brother want my sister?" she asked.

"She is his mate, he wants her to be his wife and lover," he said, "Now tell me why you hunt us?"

"I do what I was born to do; I was bread to kill things that pose a threat to the human race you and your people are that threat, and I am the one who was sent to detain and destroy these threats," she said. "Now tell me why Serena can't escape your brother?" she asked.

"Because there's a barrier surrounding the area, if she were to try and escape my brother would know immediately," Kusanagi said. "Tell me what your dream is?"

"My….my….dream?" she asked. Momiji thought for a second; Momiji let the knife fall but still held it tightly she was thrown off by the question, no one had ever asked her one like it before. "I don't know….to be happy I guess… to be happy with the people I love….and to be safe," she said. "I've never really thought about it, ever since I can remember all my dreams have ever been were of things I had to do people I had to save, things I had to make; that's all that my life has ever been."

"That's seems to be a constant in the lives of slayers, everyone that I have ever meet has been so dedicated to their cause that it was the only thing in their lives," he said.

"And how many of those slayers did you kill after you found out their personal lives or did you just kill them and bleed them dry stealing their memories," she asked.

"A combination of both but I can promise you that I only feed on people when it is necessary or when they have attacked me," he told her.

"Bullshit," Momiji said, "I know you vampires aren't as noble as you think you are." "You all just kill for pleasure and everyone knows it, it's in you blood and its sad," she spat at him.

"And how many humans have you killed Momiji, how many that have worked for vampires?" he asked.

"Not as many as you have," she yelled back at him.

"No perhaps not but you have killed some haven't you, you cannot deny it because you and I both know that you have," Kusanagi said.

"You and I are completely different," Momiji said.

"In what ways exactly," he asked her.

"For one I have a pulse," she said sarcastically.

"You think I do not?" He grabbed her wrist and put her hand to his heart, she tried to get loose but he was stronger then she was and was able to hold her there. After a few seconds she stopped and felt a faint beating under the soft flesh of his chest. She didn't know why but for some reason she brought her head to his chest and listened to his heart beat. It was a soft thudding sound and as she listened she realized that it matched her own. Momiji felt his strong arms surround her and cement her to the spot, but it was unnecessary she knew that she wasn't going to pull away at that moment.

They stayed like that for a few minuets then Momiji pulled her head away slowly and looked into his eyes. They mesmerized her, not because he was using her power but because she was drawn to them and their depth. Kusanagi slowly bent his head down and lightly brushed her lips; he waited for her to pull back but when she didn't he put more pressure glad when she began to kiss him back.

Momiji's mind screamed for him to let her go, for her to stop kissing him. He was her enemy for heavens sake and here she was standing in the middle of nowhere, underneath the stars making out with the one person she was supposed to be hunting down and killing. Everything was telling her that it was wrong but her body refused to move and her lips refused to stop kissing him.

He began to move her back until she was pressed up against the car, then he dropped his hands from her waist and let them roam all over her body. She could feel his hands on her hips and then move up to her waist and under her shirt, he ran his fingers over her tight stomach and around to her back.

He sent shivers down her spine, but she didn't want him to stop he was intoxicating. His lips, his taste, his smell, his touch she never wanted him to stop. Momiji began to get adventurous herself; she ran her hands through his hair and down his back feeling his tight muscles. Then she too went under his shirt and felt his rock hard abs; Momiji wanted to look at him she wanted to see his body. She took his shirt in two hands and ripped with all her might; it easily tore and she stared at his magnificent body.

He suddenly stopped her and let her go breaking the kiss; then he turned away from her so that she couldn't see his body. "You shouldn't have done that Momiji," he said softly but there was anger in his voice.

Momiji stood there confused a second ago he had been touching and kissing her in all the right ways and within seconds he had changed his mind and didn't want her too see him.

She was breathing hard her confusion dizzying her. She didn't get it. Then she thought for a moment, "Is this because of your skin?" she asked. He turned his head so that he could see her from his left eye, but still he said nothing. "It is isn't it?" she said knowing that it was. "Can I ask what happened?"

"I'm different from my family, but I wasn't always like this," he said, "It's because of the spice."

"The spice?" she asked, "Isn't that to help seers become more intone with their visions?"

"Yes but what we didn't know in the beginning was that it was addictive, just like heroine," he told her. "I became addicted to it and it changed me, my thoughts, my moods, my body, everything; since I was one of the first to take the spice we didn't know what the repercussions of taking it would be."

"As I became more and more addicted to it my body began to change more and more," he said, "With the doses that I was taking I should have been dead but something in my blood, something in my body changed it molded the affects to suite me and keep me alive." "First my skin began to change into the color that you see now, then my hair and the last thing was my eyes, after that my mind began to change," he said, "Every vision became more real to me."

"By that time my brothers had seen what it was doing to me and stopped me from getting to the spice," he explained, "It took sixteen months but I was able to kick that habit and I haven't touched it since, but unfortunately the attributes didn't go away, my body stayed the way that it was and my vision are extremely real now, but since then I have learned to live with what I have become."

"Why did you turn from me?" she asked him touching his shoulder and tuning him towards her.

"Not many want to be with someone like me, my blood still carries spice remnants within it," he said. "So if I were to have children with someone or I was to bite someone and turn them…."

"They would have the chance of being addicted to the stuff," she finished. Momiji looked at him and his body, she put her hand on his chest and saw the difference in color, but it didn't bother her. "Your skin is beautiful, it reminds me of copper, clean and crisp new and fresh, shines like a mirror," she said. She looked up into his face, "Your hair is great I love its darkness, and your eyes are different, and its amazing." "I've always liked things that were out of place, that's what I've always felt like I was, so it makes sense that I was drawn to you, were both the same out of place in an out of place world," she said to him.

Momiji looked up into his eyes, all thoughts of doubt forgotten she wasn't pulling away anymore and as she realized it she also realized that she didn't want to. It felt right being there with him, she felt like she was in the right place at the right time, like she had been meant to be there at that moment.

Kusanagi brought his hands to her face and looked into her deep green eyes, "No one has ever accepted me since I changed; no one outside of my family, women think me strange and friends judge me because of the addiction that I had, but you, you didn't do either," he said. He leaned down and kissed her again; this time neither fighting only embracing what the other was doing and what the other was.

In that moment it didn't matter that he was a vampire Prince or that she was a slayer; it didn't matter that she had worked her whole life to be this close to one of the vampire royal family and she wasn't taking the chance to kill him. It didn't matter that she had killed so many of his people or that he should be bleeding her dry for justice. All that mattered was that in that moment they were together and that they knew they were sharing this thing together.

Momiji wanted this moment to never end but unfortunately fate had its way of destroying the moments. At that moment Momiji's cell phone rang; both parties broke apart Momiji more urgently then him. She reached into her pocket and drew at her phone, the screen read Hermione, and at that second everything came crashing back down on her.

"Oh my god what….what just happened?" she said realizing everything that she had just done. "I just made out with the person I'm supposed to kill," she exclaimed.

"Momiji calm down, just don't think like……"

"Don't think yeah that's what I was doing, not thinking," she said. She slapped her hand against her forehead and began to take in deep breaths. "Oh I'm gonna get killed for this," she said more to herself. "Abby would be so ashamed, Serena and Hermione would die, and the girls Oh what will they say, I'm supposed to be the leader the one with her feet on the ground the one with all the sense," she ranted to herself, "I'm supposed to be the strong one the one who doesn't give into the desires, oh what am I going to do?" she yelled burying her head in her hands. "What am I going to tell them?"

"Nothing," Kusanagi said, "Tell them nothing they don't need to know about it."

"They are my sisters they'll find out sooner or later," she said, "That Hermione yeah she can get blood from a stone literally."

"If your so strong then you should be able to fend them off right?" he said.

Momiji nodded, "Yeah that's making a lot of sense," she said looking at him, "Listen to me not only did I just make out with my enemy I'm taking advice from him too, oh what are you becoming Momiji?" she asked herself.

Suddenly her phone rang; she held it up and saw the caller ID now said Sarah. She looked up at Kusanagi and his ripped shirt, "I have to go," she stood and walked over to the driver's side of her car. She opened the door and turned around to see him right behind her, "You know this means nothing right, I'm still going to have to kill you," she told him solemnly.

"Do you really think this means nothing Momiji?" he asked her.

She stared at him for a few seconds then said, "I have to go." She got in her car and turned the key in the ignition, a few seconds later she was driving away from him at full speed.

"It meant something Momiji you and I both know it," he said to her telepathically. Momiji said nothing back she looked in her rearview mirror and saw him standing there, then she looked back at the road for a few seconds. She glanced back and he was gone like he had never been there. 'This isn't over' he said to her, 'Not by a long shot.'

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