Shattered Iridescence.
Prompt - Magic
- the art of producing a desired effect or result through the use of incantation or various other techniques that presumably assure human control of supernatural agencies or the forces of nature.
Most people would describe their first kiss as 'magic'.
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Heavenly, out-of-this-world, once-in-a-lifetime, unforgettable.
Or some other meaningless, almost sickeningly sweet description that was so over-used and tired that it had lost all impact.
There were no words to describe his first kiss. No stupid, pink hearts, no amount of roses, no song, no poem, no words could describe his feelings towards her. Yuuki. The girl he first kissed.
(His first love. Though he would never, ever say that. Because love was so superficial; such a depth-less word for such an all-encompassing feeling.)
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When her lips - chapped, cold and peppered with her own blood - touched his for the first time it was more than magic.
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oOo
Her pale, cold hand wrapped around his, squeezing lightly. He looked down at her and swallowed heavily as eyes the same colour as melted chocolate fixed upon his with an almost steely strength. The rest of the class had gone, melted outside to soak up the crisp, cool air and unwind a little before break was over and they were forced to return inside to the frigid classroom and many unfinished algebraic equations.
To her, his moods were always unfathomable and it was near impossible to tell what he was thinking. Now, he was looking at her with the same sombre expression that was always painted on his features. Zero had the air of someone who was in constant suffering, though didn't want to admit that to the rest of the world. His strange coloured eyes flickered away from her own searching ones as he pulled his hand from hers.
"Zero, it's been two weeks," said Yuuki, softly as she fingered the collar of her shirt.
Catching that subtle gesture he made an irritated, non-committal noise and moved to walk down the corridor without her. His hands were thrust deep into his jacket pockets due to the chill swirling in the air. It was the depths of winter, but somehow she had still managed to forget her own jacket. Knowing him he would be long gone before she could run in and grab the thing and, besides, she just couldn't bear to be anywhere near those accursed maths problems.
The bane of her entire school existence.
She only had to run for a moment before she could fall into step with him. His long strides forced her to take several, small, rapid ones in order to keep up. Zero's breathing was harsh and his pupils were wide and dark. Yuuki recognised the signs far too well, he was desperate. She knew he couldn't resist, not after so long. They broke into a sort of half jog as they reached the trees that weaved throughout the grounds.
Zero's heavy breathing broke into all out panting, but he didn't look at her. He hadn't looked her in the eyes for days. She knew he couldn't face what they were about to do - what he, undoubtably, wanted to do. After resisting the lure of human blood for so many years he had succumbed and now that he had a taste of blood, her own blood, he couldn't keep up those iron will defences that had protected him for so many years.
Doing so now would result in the loss of his precious sanity.
Without warning his hand clamped around her upper arm and he swung her round until her back hit the trunk of a tree. It hurt. It hurt when he sank his elongated canines deep into the tender flesh of her neck. Sometimes he slid his tongue across her skin - to prepare her for the inevitable, to pin-point her pulse, she didn't know. It seemed he was too thirsty to even manage that.
Yuuki wound her fingers into his short hair and gripped the back of his neck while she waited for it to be over. Vampire novels usually described this kind of encounter as sensual, and passionate. God knows, she had read enough of them. Yori had quite a collection stashed under her bed. Although Yuuki never remembered her being at all interested in such a thing only a few months before.... The answer came abruptly when she saw that the vampire's name in one of the books had been scribbled out each time it appeared with 'Idol' written as a replacement.
The only thing that really stuck with her was the pain and the sudden weakness she felt as her lifeblood was taken from her.
(Not taken, she reminded herself, given.)
It was, simply, not the same. This was much wilder, much rougher... Much more real. Though, when he pressed his sleek, warm body tightly against her own, ran his tongue across her flesh to catch the tiny rivulets of blood and utter one of those near animal-like growls into her throat she saw some of the dark magic the books described. Zero pulled back just as her knees began to buckle and hastily wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
It would be impossible for her to miss the look of deep satisfaction that flickered through his bright, crimson eyes before the usual disgust and self-loathing replaced it.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he muttered as his eyebrows drew down into a frown.
Instead of replying Yuuki lifted his long, slim hand up to her own mouth and licked the paper cut on it. The bitter, coppery tang of his blood was not repulsive, but didn't attract her either.
"There, now we're even."
He pulled his hand away from her and drew back slightly. She followed - missing the burning heat and support his body provided
"It's not the same, Yuuki."
It had been surprisingly chaste and innocent peck on the side of his mouth and for a moment he thought she had meant to place a kiss on his cheek and had simply missed, but she didn't move back, didn't correct the error. When she did, finally, pull back she only looked at him for a second before placing another kiss squarely on his mouth. He could only stand and stare as she placed kisses over his jawline and neck.
"Don't you see, Zero?"
Her eyes fluttered shut as she placed another kiss on his lips.
"Please tell me you see."
Yuuki's imploring voice only made the guilt well up inside of him; boiling hot and threatening to spill over. Zero couldn't bring himself to reciprocate, not when it would only cause her more pain in the long term. She deserved someone who wouldn't become a beast, who wouldn't try to drain her dry at any given moment.
"If I thought it would stop you from becoming a Level E I would give you every last drop of my blood and not regret it for a single moment. Not even during my last second."
More than magic, she was above any mere description. This time when she kissed him, he kissed her back.
And hated himself for loving it, loving her.
This prompt was suggested by the lovely Sweety8587. I hope you enjoyed it. The next prompt I have agreed to do is 'soft', as suggested by the fabulous SkyLilies.
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