Love in Dark Realm
By AngeL From Chaos
This is a plain story about a secret vampire clan, the Lamias, who were believed that they are just one of those myths. The folk tellers often describe them in three words: Immortal, brutal and lethal. Despite of these characteristics, there are capital laws that are strictly prohibited when dealing with humans: Limit their blood lust and don't dare to fall in love with humans. But what are the consequences for rule breakers like the princess of the dark realm, herself, Sakura Kinomoto?
However, there is this mystical book of the Legendary King Lacudra that possesses an ancient power to bring the dead to life… in exchange of someone's soul.
A/N: Love in dark realm is actually a comic strip of mine that's why I decided to publish it on the net, too. Yeah, right! I sketch this on my sketchpad! Anyway, this is just my 1st fanfiction to be submitted on this site so. Please pardon me for having some grammatical errors. I am not that expert in English grammar but I'll try my best not to have errors. It will be my pleasure if you'll review / post a comment.
Chapter 8: Eriol's CornerA/N: HEY FANFIC READERS OR SHALL I SAY HITTERS! THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS AND FOR THOSE WHO EMAILED ME! I APPRECIATE IT! HOPEFULLY YOU'LL SUPPORT MY FIRST FANFICTION! SO HERE I AM AGAIN SIGNING UP! UHM, A LITTLE LEMON ALERT IN THIS CHAPPY!
The furious Grim Reaper went out of the Horror Castle to make his burning wounds heal. "Damn it! This pathetic injury must rejuvenate sooner!" This day was not really fantastic for Hiiragisawa. He hardly pressed his abdomen to lessen the flow of vampire blood. "Aahh!!!," he was really wincing in pain. "That messy haired creature shall pay for my damage," the frustrated guy remembered Syaoran's actions. "Li Syaoran… He's the son of my secondary type vampire follower who betrayed me! I can't believe it! Syaoran's amazing swift moves… it really startled me. Could it be possible that Syaoran might become a vampire, too? I wonder if the vampire blood inside him is still in progress of changing his blood."
An old couple about forty years passed his way. They saw his bloody trunk. "Oh! Look at the boy! He's terribly injured!," the old lady elbowed her partner. "Let's help the poor boy!"
Her brunette partner just chuckled and said, "He's probably one of the staffs inside the Horror Castle. You see? That boy can still walk by himself. I think he's really okay." He shrugged and dragged his partner away from Eriol.
Eriol in the meantime dragged himself to his apartment. He hardly walked because of restless pain like some man hanging on a wire. "I can still make it to my apartment! I have to!…. Aahh!!," he was hardly breathing and he leaned against a cypress bark. "Just a few meters away and… I'm there!," his eyes were starting to get blurry. "Am I… dying?..," he asked to himself as his knees were already going weak. The limp guy shook his head. "Ah, no! I still have to see… my Tomoyo."
But he can't carry anymore and as he was about to fall, a pair of arms caught him. "Master Eriol!," the maroon-haired girl gasped with worry on her face.
"…Nakuru…," Eriol saw her and managed to stand on his own feet. "I can still walk…," he uttered.
"Let me help you. You're so weak! I can sense it!," Nakuru exclaimed as she support his body. "C'mon, let's go to your apartment."
"Thank you…" they walked together to the apartment. A few more meters away, yards away and finally they reached the apartment. Eriol pulled back his hood and headed to the bathroom. He was drenched with perspiration. As he faced the mirror, he took off his thick, black cloak and touched his puckered wound to see how seriously damaged it was. He winced more. It was too deep and the viscosity of the blood could still be seen flowing. "It's not yet that fully healed. I should take a rest," Eriol went to his small room and lay on his bed.
Nakuru pitied her master. "Master Eriol," she thought and followed him towards the room. The dark room was only lighted with a dim lampshade, enough to see Eriol's exhausted body. "Master Eriol," she called almost whispering. "Your wound is serious. I should prepare a treatment for that," Nakuru suggested holding the golden doorknob. She went inside the room and closed the door from behind.
Her master fluttered his eyes. "Are you sick?" he silently asked with an annoying face. "We have vampire blood to heal our injuries faster," he said and shut his eyes again.
Nakuru frowned. "Okay then, I was just stating my opinion and trying to help," she turned back, opened the door and was ready to leave when…
"Wait…," Eriol's weak voice uttered.
"What is it, master?" the worried lass asked franticly.
"I am your master. And you are my servant. Therefore, you must serve me…," Eriol said opening his eyes slowly.
The maroon-haired girl was puzzled slightly and nodded. "Yeah, I know that. What do you want me to do? It is my duty to serve you, master," she bowed her head lightly to show respect.
"Make my night," Eriol said. "…Please me," he continued as he examines Nakuru's shocked expression. "C'mon, do what I wish. This night became a bad one for me so I want you to please me for a while. Heat me up, Nakuru" Eriol fixed his eyes on hers and hypnotized her immediately. "Come to me," he's still lying on his bed and was only wearing his boxers.
Nakuru was already under Eriol's control and couldn't help but walk towards the bed, towards him. She was somewhat mesmerized on his lean body, so masculine and strong built until she was on the foot part of the bed.
"Now, do it," he commanded lying still.
She obeyed, removed her outer garments and crawled on top of him. Now, she was only wearing her matching red bra and underwear, giving an electric chill to Eriol's spine. A gifted body, he thought. The seductive looking young lass bit her wrist and let the viscous blood drop to Eriol's badly wounded abdomen. It was effective that it hastened the healing until the vulnerable skin completely revived itself.
Eriol watched it. "I thank you for that…" he sat up on the bed and devoured Nakuru's hot lips in a searing kiss.
Nakuru returned his flame with her own, opening to him, entwining her tongue with his. She pressed her soft body closer to his and rubbing her hips against his.
The azure-eyed lad reached up and touched her upthrust breasts like ripened melons as she pulled his boxers completely off him.
She admired the masculine beauty of her master as he knelt naked on the bed. Then her palms uncontrollably trailed to rub caressing patterns on his chest and led it downward until she caught his pulsing shaft. Nakuru took it in her hand and he groaned. As her busy hands caressed him, Eriol's lips caught hers. Breathing hardly, she broke the kiss and traced shocking nibbles and bites over his tough muscles of his neck and shoulder, then down to his chest and lower. Nakuru gazed at his throbbing phallus and tried to put it inside her hungry moist mouth.
But Eriol obstructed, "Wait! Let me show you first what it's like". With a swift gesture, he pressed her down onto the dark blue bed sheets. And his big hands pushed her thighs apart and held her firmly spread like a scissors spread apart.
Nakuru could feel the warmth of his mouth as it trailed across her belly. The exploring mouth began to caress the sensitive zone between her long legs. "Oh, master..," she closed her eyes and arched up as he continued licking and sucking her wet pinkish spot voluptuously. "Master!!! Ohh!!!," she cried out as she taste her femininity.
But then, Hiiragisawa's hypnotism slowly faded. He knew it but continued his nasty job.
In an instance, Ruby Moon[(A/N: For those who are not aware, RUBY MOON was Nakuru's name in the U.S. (,) became aware of the surroundings and happenings. And she was a little dazed of herself as she felt something maneuvering her lower sensitive body. I am feeling wet, she thought. "Huh?!," the astonished girl saw what Eriol was doing and blushed. "Master! What are you?… Ohh!!!," she's gasping terribly while she feel her juices drained by some sucking machine. But hell! Nakuru was enjoying this! No doubt!
She squirmed in a vagueness of passion, unconsciously digging her fingers into the silky blue hair of his head. The exhausted lass lay glutted, panting softly to catch her breath.
Eriol in the meantime raised his hand and left several soft, quick kisses on her inner thighs and belly. "It's kinda fun, right?" he asked as he leveled himself up to lie beside her. "And now that I've done it to you," he warmly whispered. "Then do it to me," a curved smile flashed through his lips. "I tasted of you, now taste me, Ruby Moon…"
Nakuru's dark eyes constricted. "Master?," she watched him rolled on his back so she could take over the nasty job. "As you wish, master," Nakuru trailed soft kisses down his chest and belly until she approached his shaft. It was really hard because of hot stimulations. Her long maroon hair fell between his strong legs then carefully took him in her mouth and began to surpass the soft, suckling force on him.
The handsome betrayer of King Lacudra moaned and arched his hips and held his hands in her hair as he guided her to a soother, longer strokes. "Aahh!, that's right! Keep up the good work, Ruby Moon," he gasped. "I'm glad you pleased me the way I did to you."
Nakuru stopped sucking. "Oh master… Please!," she held his pulsing phallus. "I want you inside of me, please!," she slowly guided Eriol's extended member to her puckered hole. Nakuru slightly rubbed it against her wet spot, ready to receive him.
But Eriol pulled her hand away from his shaft and said, "That's enough, Nakuru" He was serious suddenly cutting the climax of the scene. "That's enough to please me," he repeated.
Nakuru frowned. "But master? The excited part is just about to start! Why did you quit?," she asked sternly.
Eriol grabbed his boxers and slipped it up his legs. "I'm so sorry, Nakuru," he apologized staring blankly. "I have a promise to Tomoyo…," he stated. "That I own her body and soul. And she owned mine, too. That's why I have to control myself because I only enter her, nobody else."
The sweat soaked lass lost her excitement as she covered her elegant body with the bed sheets. "Ah, yeah. That Tomoyo girl! I almost forgot…," she laughed a bit. "You still can't forget her, can you?"
"Never…"
At the Kinomoto residence… Sakura sent Yamazaki and Syaoran to the guest room. "You can sleep here," she said having her hands on her back. Lot of ancient decorations was displayed. The wooden clock had a black cherry blossom carved on the center. The carpet was black in color, too. "Sorry for all the black stuffs. It's dark in the room. Well, my father designed this mansion," she shrugged. Almost everything was colored black inside the room.
Syaoran shook his head. "No, it's fine! I like this room, honestly. It's cozy," he uttered smiling. Sakura liked the way he smiles. So charming. So cute! No doubt he was a heartbreak kid in the campus. His smile was something like piercing and tantalizing to one's heart. Now she felt guiltier why she rejected him. Syaoran was a great loss and Sakura was a great idiot.
Sakura sat on the bedside. But one part of her mind said it's okay to reject him. "I'm just obeying our sacred laws…," she thought and it was the same dialogue she'd spoken on the day she rejected Syaoran(Chapter2). Her busy thoughts were obstructed with Yamazaki's voice.
"Guys, my eyelids can't carry their selves anymore and I'm going to sleep," Yamazaki lay on the fluffy bed. "Good night, y'all people…," he said with a strained voice and shut his eyes. There he was, knocked out from drowsiness.
"He must be very tired, am I right?," Sakura asked Syaoran.
Syaoran nodded. "Very tired… It's fortunate for you because you didn't come with us or else you'll probably be in great danger, too," he said as he sat beside Sakura on the bedside.
Then, a sudden roaring thunder was heard. "Whaa?!," Sakura suddenly hugged Syaoran making him blush. "Oh, sorry!!! I'm just…," the lights turned off. "Oh, crap!!!" It was completely dark inside the room. A heavy rain just came hardly trickling on the roof. She stood from the bed to get a candle. "We have no generator here so candles would help, hehe!," Sakura said but Syaoran caught her wrist. "Hey!" she pouted.
"Don't you harm yourself. It's too dark, 'ya know? You might hurt yourself without seeing things, if you know what I mean…" Syaoran said surprisingly viewing Sakura a little. "Weird… I can't see this much when it's dark in our house," he thought. "Well, maybe I could just imagine Sakura's face like that," he sighed and let go of her wrist.
"I can do this, okay? I perfectly know this place," Sakura smiled. "Just wait here and later you'll be surprised to see a lighted scented candle in this room." With that speech she left the room.
Syaoran made no effort to stop her.
Anyway, Yamazaki was not conscious at all. Afterwards, Sakura came from the doorway holding a pink scented candle. She put the candle on a safe surface, on the desk, and lighted it with a match. "This candle will bring a little light for us. Right, Syaoran?" she smiled warmly.
Syaoran's heart pounded fast as he gazed at the slim figure standing before him. "She's more elegant at night," he thought dazedly. "Oh God, she's my princess!"
Sakura said at last, "Hey Syaoran, I think you're sleepy. You should go to sleep now."
"Uh, how about you?" Syaoran asked as he stood from the bedside.
"I'll go to sleep in my room, too," Sakura answered and headed to the door. She turned the doorknob and pulled it. "And I forgot," she glanced at Syaoran. "Sweet night to you and sleep tight, Syaoran-kun," Syaoran's princess blinked one eye.
"Sweet night to you, too, Sakura-chan," he greeted back and blushed because this was the first time they greeted each other a sweet goodnight. "But it would be sweeter if there's a goodnight kiss, too," he thought as he watched Sakura leave their room.
Let's take a peek on Eriol's apartment. He was alone now. The azure-eyed lad listened at the drops of rain on the roof. "This heavy rain reminds me of something," he said to himself lying on his bed. "…Something memorable to me…"
Flashback: At the midst of the City of Sarcoz, heavy rain poured from the dark and thick sky. Eriol grabbed his coat and was about to leave the dark palace of King Lacudra. "Where are you going, Eriol?" Lacudra asked the pacing lad. "I suppose you will do my command to destroy that damn temple," he said. "A great reward awaits you when you do it!"
Eriol smirked. "That mystic Temple of Void is very intriguing! I want to go there to know how strong the power is!" he answered and lifted his hood. "I'll be back so wait for me and hear the good news! I promise that I'll terminate the temple"
Lacudra grinned. "You're too good if you could go through that temple without weakening you," he turned back and strode the hallway. "I'm expecting for your victory," he hissed.
The hooded lad opened the main gate and began to locate the temple riding his black stallion. Eriol rode his horse not minding the heavy rain. "Faster!" he whipped his horse as he sensed the temple's aura at the east side. He clung tightly to his stallion.
Finally, they saw the white porcelain built of the Forbidden Temple. Eriol jumped out from the saddle of his black stallion as he gazed at the temple. "There's nothing so special with this construction" he murmured. "I better check what's inside or who's inside," the hooded lad made series of silent quick steps towards the entrance. Its aura was mystical, indeed. "This is it!" Eriol pulled out the heavy maul inside his leather bag. "With this maul, I can demolish this temple in an instant!" he smirked foolishly and went through the entrance. The effect was turbulent that his body weakened, especially his knees, and the maul he was holding became a little heavy for him! "What the?!" sweat was trickling down his face. "So… the effect was true! It seals all vampire powers!" his sharp senses were gone. His vampire strength was gone. All his special and unusual abilities were gone including his blood lust.
Eriol rummaged around the temple and started to beat the strong-cemented pillars. "Darn it! It is too strong for my maul!" he thought and beat more but it was useless. Eriol couldn't even make a crack to the pillars and it made him weaker. "It can't be!"
Someone appeared from one of the pillars. A long curly haired maiden was seen standing still. Her face was pale and peaceful… and beautiful. Lavender scent could be smelled from her as her long purple robe glided through the floor. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked with a sweet voice. Her violet eyes glazed at the maul. "So what are you trying to do with that heavy maul, gorgeous vampire?" she watched his hood fell from his head.
Eriol froze and nearly dropped his maul. "I'm planning to destroy this little temple, beautiful lady," he gritted his teeth and faced her. "Your little masterpiece is really effective. How did you do this crap?" he questioned with a frown on his face. "You know? I won't let you live even though you're beautiful!"
The maiden remained calm. "Relax, okay? I'm a sorceress and I cast different spells whatever I wish," she replied politely. "Until I managed to do this little work of art, the temple of void, to lessen the victims of your fellow vampires to my people. I just want peace in this place that's why I created this."
Eriol's hand stiffened and was about to strike the maiden.
"So you're trying to kill me?" she dared with dark eyes and smiled gently.
He stopped.
"The idea of killing me is stupid!" she said slowly pacing around Eriol. "Do you think that the spell around this temple will vanish the moment you kill me?" she asked abruptly. "Of course not! The spell I cast here is permanent."
Eriol's eyes narrowed and dropped his maul. "Damn you! Who are you really?!"
"My name is Tomoyo Daidouji, the daughter of Sonomi," she replied. "My mother was the famous sorceress in the City of Sarcoz but died recently because of heart attack," she explained as she watched the astounded expression of Eriol. "Don't be so amazed with my speech because I know everything about the dark realm. No doubt. The made vampire Nadeshiko is my auntie, Sonomi's sister," Tomoyo continued to tell her family background. "Nadeshiko was a made vampire by Fujitaka that is why my mother hate him so much."
"I don't care with your family background!" Eriol snapped. Then, a roaring thunder was heard that made Eriol's stallion fled with fear. "Huh?! Hey! My stallion!" the stallion broke its rope and dashed away from the temple. "Darn it!" Eriol stomped his foot and gazed at Tomoyo furiously. "Don't tell me you also cast a spell for my stallion to run away from me!" he exclaimed angrily.
Tomoyo laughed softly. "No, I didn't," she answered. "Poor guy, you lost your horse so how can you return to your palace?," the violet haired maiden questioned curiously rubbing her chin.
Eriol smirked. "I won't leave here unless I have destroyed this temple," he said roughly and grabbed his maul from the floor.
Tomoyo sighed. "I told you that I just want peace here. So please stop what you're planning," she stared at Eriol with bitter eyes. "Tell me, what's the essence of being a vampire, huh?" she asked seriously. "Is this all what you wanted to do with your lives? To destroy and kill everything you wish?" she said. "Are you not contented with your immortality and yet you still have the guts to destroy this peaceful temple, too?!" Tomoyo was really mad this time. "You vampires always think of yourselves!"
Eriol in the meantime became speechless for a while. He calmed down. "Yeah, I used to be like that… I always think of myself…" he thought. Finally he spoke, "Well, this is the way I am. My parents are both lamia so I have to deal with my real being or who I am."
"Well then, leave this place in peace," Tomoyo commanded turning her back from him. "That's all I want," she heard no responses of leaving. "I said leave this place before I ever cast a spell on you…"
Eriol obeyed but before he leaves, "Please forgive me…". He bowed and didn't have any idea what he's talking about. "What the hell am I saying?! King Lacudra will surely get angry upon hearing that I haven't destroy the temple…," he thought. "So then, will you forgive me? I'll never ruin this place…"
Azure eyes met violet ones as Tomoyo examined his eyes. She smiled lightly. "You are in fact sincere with yourself. I appreciate that attitude of yours." The heavy rain didn't ease itself. "The rain is still bad. Perhaps a storm just came," she looked sideways at Eriol. "You're shivering…"
He blushed. His body temporarily couldn't resist the cold temperature from the heavy rain. "Ah, yes, I am…" came his reply.
"Very bad for you then, stay here tonight," Tomoyo suggested and noticed his shyness. "C'mon! It's okay!" She led Eriol to her maids. Tomoyo asked one of her maids to change Eriol's soaked clothes. "Lead him to my room. He's a human as for now so he can get sick. Change his clothes so he won't catch colds."
Her maid obeyed. She walked Eriol to Tomoyo's room and changed his clothes inside. "Our mistress is really a kind woman…" said the maid to Eriol as she put warm cloak on him.
Eriol just smiled. "Yeah, I think so…"
Then Tomoyo entered the room. "Are you finished?," she peeped from the door saw Eriol's elegant cloak. "Oh, there you are. You're more good-looking that way," she smiled.
"Excuse me, mistress. I'll leave you for a while." The maid left the room.
The pair just gazed at each other. Eriol smirked. "Thank you," he said looking away from her and noticed her soft laugh. "What was funny?!" he looked again at Tomoyo with crossed arms.
Tomoyo lessen her chuckle and said, "Can't you see? I've been talking to you without even knowing your name! Hahaha!" She laughed again. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Hiiragisawa Eriol…"
End of Flashback… Eriol sighed in his room and felt his eyes becoming drowsy. "That was the precious time when I met Tomoyo…" he said to himself and went to sleep.
End of the eighth chapter
AngeLfromChaos
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