Caught In Between
By: Ame Mitsukai
Chapter 3
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song I've used in this chapter is called "Daisuki Dayo" By Otsuka Ai. I DO NOT own this song whatsoever. I'll post a link on my profile to the song later if you're interested.
"Excuse me; may I have another glass please?" Syaoran gestured his empty glass towards a nervous waitress who had been serving him for the past few minutes.
"O-of course sir, but…that'll be your 8th drink in a row. Are you feeling alright?" The waitress' shaky hand took his glass and stood by his table to see how ill he looked. And to her surprise, he looked as gorgeous as ever.
"I'm fine. Just give me another glass." He sighed as he watched the poor stunned waitress stumble down the isle to get his order. Once she disappeared, his attention was taken by the stage that was covered by the curtain. Anytime now, Sakura would be singing on stage and for some reason he seemed very eager. Maybe he was just feeling sorry for her because she was alone, like him. What am I thinking? He scolded himself, running his hands through his chocolate colored hair.
"Sir? Here's your drink." The waitress was back and placing the cold glass on the table in front of Syaoran. "If you uh…need anything else, I'll be around." She muttered.
He only nodded, still looking at the closed stage and the waitress walked away again. Then, when he was about to turn his gaze away to take a sip of his beverage, the curtain opened and a spotlight was centered on the stage where a small feminine figure stood in front of a microphone. The small band was still on stage in the background, starting the opening music of her song.
At once, everyone in the bar was silent as they focused their own attention to the stage where this very beautiful girl stood. Her auburn hair shone beneath the light and her eyes were a happy glittering green. Her skin looked pale under the light as well, making her seem like she was glowing.
The opening of the song consisted of a piano and the cello. After a few moments, Sakura's lips opened and her voice was heard.
Nandaka anata no
koto
Omoidasu no mottainai yo
Atashi dake no mono ni shite
okitai kara
Nandaka anata no koto
Omoidasu no yada yo
Datte
hitori de niyakete hazukashii yo
Her voice was light but it wasn't diluted. Her words were clear. He could feel the euphoria resonate from her body as she sang. Her expression was relaxed as she sang with the slightest smile visible upon her lips.
Tetsuya de
kaettekite tsukateru noni
Dakko shite kurete
Yume no naka ni
itemo wakatta yo
Anata ga koishikute koishikute
Kore ijoo
dooshiyoomo nakute
Anata ga koishikute koishikute
Zutto zutto
daisukidayou
The last few words stunned him. Daisuki dayou. The words were vaguely familiar and they stung his chest. Where had he heard those words before? He grabbed the glass on the table and drank from it hastily. Why was he feeling this?
Shitteta? ano yoru
ni ne
Futari de doraibu ni itta toki
Baiku no ushiro zaseki de
negatta koto
Shitteta ano yoru ni ne
Futari de miageta hoshi
zora ni
Anata to atashi no shiawase ga mieta yo
Her body swayed a little to the beat as she continued to sing, immune to all the attention of everyone's eyes and ears on her. She put meaning in her singing, following every beat and rhythm perfectly as if she sang this song before. No one moved, no one talked, everyone just watched.
Tatta hitotsu no
korogatteta atashi o
Kirei ni shitekurete itsudatte
sasaetekureta
Anata ga koishikute koishikute
Kore ijoo
hanaretakunaiyo
Anata ga koishikute koishikute
Zutto zutto
daisukidayo
Syaoran was still stunned as he sat their motionlessly in his seat staring at the stage where Sakura just finished her last words of the song and giving a big bow. Everyone was up from their seats and clapping, more than for anyone else who had performed that night. But he had to admit, her singing caught him and he couldn't understand what he was feeling.
Sakura was still on stage smiling with pure bliss and waving to the clapping crowd. The euphoria emitting off of her being brought the smell of her blood back to him and he felt nauseous with thirst. But he couldn't leave; this girl was something he had never seen before.
Once everyone calmed down and were sitting back in their seats, Sakura moved off stage to get cleaned up. She must have felt really hot under the lights and probably felt dehydrated as well. Syaoran sat there in a daze looking at the table. The words were said so sweetly, so purely. And it still reminded him of something that he couldn't quite remember.
"Syaoran! You're still here?" Sakura was skipping towards the table and sitting back on her seat. A huge smile was lit on her face and her cheeks were red with excitement. She reminded him of a little girl who was praised for doing a good job.
"Of course I am. I told you I'd be looking forward to hear you sing. Besides, your performance was beautiful." Syaoran leaned forward to place his arms on the table, giving his small twitch of a smile. His ruby eyes were set with her emerald ones. The excitement almost literally danced in her orbs. He had never seen someone so purely happy before.
"I'm glad you stayed. For some reason it felt really good knowing that you were here to listen to me sing." Sakura shrugged sheepishly with her childish grin.
The handsome man chuckled. He finished the rest of what was in his glass and faced her with a sudden serious expression.
"Sakura, do you notice anything different about me? Truthfully, don't lie." Syaoran grimaced and looked deep into Sakura's eyes as she blinked countless times, confused.
"Different? You mean…well…physically?" Something pricked at her as she thought about is question. Syaoran just nodded, still holding their gaze.
"Uh…Your eyes are red. But I assumed you wore contacts because it's like the today's style kind of thing, you know?" Sakura tried to laugh, but it ended up forced and very uneasy sounding. She swallowed. He didn't move.
"They're not contacts. They're real." That was the only thing he said. She waited for him to continue, but he didn't seem to want to. Fear slithered through her being.
"You smell very nice? I'm not saying that every other guy smells bad but, you smell nice in a very different way…" Sakura twiddled her thumbs on her lap, watching them flit back and forth. She could feel the heat rise on her face as she talked.
"Hm. Anything else?" Syaoran felt the fear and unease coming off her body.
"You're cold. Very cold," Sakura muttered, bravely bring her gaze up to meet his own. She didn't want to feel scared of him anymore. He wasn't a bad person, she was sure. If all the things that she listed were what he was, then she'd accept it. He said he didn't belong and Sakura didn't intend to make him feel that way with her.
Her sudden bravery astonished him. She was strong emotionally. Her eyes explained everything. He had to give her credit for that. Her eyes were holding onto his with certainty.
Syaoran smirked and stood up slowly, feeling her eyes follow his movement. He walked across to Sakura's seat and offered her his hand. Her eyes looked at it confused, and then took it with slight hesitation, her brow furrowing.
"Come." He said quietly, pulling her to her feet. Once she was fully standing, he led her up the stairs to some private rooms for parties and couples. Suddenly, Sakura felt uneasy again. Why was he leading her to one of the rooms?
They entered an empty room. It was about as big as a bedroom but it had 2 sofas on either side with a glass coffee table in between them. The balcony doors were open to let in a gentle night breeze.
"Why are you bringing me here?" Sakura felt his hand slip from her as he walked towards the balcony doors. His scent wafted towards her and she felt drawn to him involuntarily.
"Do you understand why my eyes are red? Why I smell so good, why I feel so cold?" Syaoran relaxed his shoulders as he closed his eyes and felt the breeze against his face. It may have been cold for the average human, but to him, it was warm like during the summer against his already-cold skin.
Sakura stood there frozen, trying to figure out any hidden meaning behind his strange question. Why was he all those things that she described?
"Honestly, I don't know. But whatever you have, if it's a disease or if it's just your thing or kind of style, I don't care. I'd want to be your friend either way. I don't like how you say you don't belong." She walked up to him and stood by his side facing his statue-like figure.
But before she knew it, everything was a blur and she was gasping in surprise against the wall with Syaoran pinning her down, his hands wrapped around her wrists, placing them against the wall between her head, their faces just inches apart. His breath splashed her face with that unbearably good scent that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes were concentrating on her and she could read the hunger emitting from them.
"You don't understand, Sakura. I really don't belong. I'm dangerous." His voice was husky and very attractive. There was a hint of frustration and anger in his words. Sakura's breathing was getting uneven. Very slowly, he placed his face against her neck and smelled her delicious scent. It was so riveting he felt he was about to go insane.
The skin contact made her gasp loudly, his cold lips just setting where her pulse was in her neck.
"Syaoran…You're not dangerous. If you really tried, you wouldn't hurt anyone, I'm sure of that." Sakura's voice was anxious but she was true to her words. He lifted his lips from her neck and let go of her left wrist to place on the side of her face, both their eyes set on each other.
"Sakura…" he whispered, before placing a deep but cold kiss against her warm trembling lips. Electricity coursed through her body as he pressed against her body and kissing her with such a passion that she couldn't handle it. Her knees felt weak, her mind was full of sudden desire. His lips left her own, but continued a trail down her jaw to her neck. They weren't so cold anymore; her lips had warmed them. She gasped for breath, not able to register what was happening.
Syaoran was losing control and he knew it. But she smelt so delicious he couldn't resist his senses anymore. He had never craved for something so much before and now that what his thirst wanted was right there before him, he couldn't help but dig in; to feast.
His fangs pierced through her skin and blood seeped into his mouth. The feel, the warmth, the taste, was so overwhelming. He drank as it leaked, savoring her very blood.
Sakura felt the pinch against her neck and her mind was spinning, literally. She started feeling so dizzy that it frightened her. There was pain against her skin and she couldn't bear it anymore.
"S-Syaoran!" She whimpered; her voice trembling and weak.
Immediately, as if snapping back to reality, Syaoran pulled back abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the blood lingering on his tongue. His eyes widened and stared as his first victim slid against the wall and collapsed on the ground. He swallowed forcefully and quickly picked Sakura's limp body in his arms, frantically finding the wounds on her neck and licking the holes over completely, sealing the skin to keep her from bleeding to death.
He shook her lightly, his eyes frantic. "Sakura….Sakura!" He shook her until she moved slightly, her eyes opening weakly. "Sakura I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was going to…You were just…It was…" Syaoran was at a loss of words. It was his fault that this girl might die. He knew the venom was in her blood. He didn't know if it was enough to change her or kill her, but he was a monster. All the hard work of keeping himself composed had fallen away from him.
"Syao…ran…" She tried to raise her arm but her strength refused. She just felt too exhausted. Her eyes glimmered dimly.
"Sakura…I'm sorry. I told you I was dangerous. I told you." He mentally hit himself. How could he have done this horrible deed? Her eyes closed again. Her breathing was dangerously slow. The taste of her blood was still present in his mouth and he felt the temptation again.
Slowly, he lifted Sakura's body up into his arms and placed her on one of the sofas. He placed his lips near her ear and whispered quietly.
"I'm sorry. I'll leave for the safety of others. I won't come back. I really don't belong here." Syaoran composed himself and headed for the balcony.
Sakura just barely heard him. She forced her eyes open a little and tried to reach for him. She whispered. "Don't…go…" And with that, he disappeared in the night and Sakura fell into a deep darkness.
To be continued…
I wonder how to start off the next chapter. It might take a while. Sorry guys. :o
Ame.