Kiss of a Vampire
"Mama! Mama!" I screamed, reaching through the bars. She ran to me in an almost slow motion kind of state. Then he seized her, grabbing her and twisting her neck until it snapped, then thrusting a thick, burning cross through her chest. "MAMA!"
Chapter Two: Memories
There were few things I still knew about my life. I knew that I was born a vampire, my family –except me and one other- were captured and killed, and that I had lost my memories when I almost shared the same fate a few years ago. I can tell I've become bitterer since then, doing whatever the hell I want, killing many human lives. I don't care. Humans are our cows for God's sake!
Another thing I knew was I had extremely annoying flashes of my past. My friends say I used to be one of those goody-two-shoes kind of vamp, who went around trying to kid myself into believing if I didn't eat any of them, humans may accept me.
Then I left, to find my father, the only one in my true family still alive, and was attacked by a Hunter. However that idiot had no idea what he was doing and hit me over the head then stabbed me without taking my head off. Bad mistake. His blood gave me enough energy to get to my friend Kazuka's house, where I stayed until I healed, for the most part. There's still a scar.
The most recent thing I know is that I just came across the most addicting and appealing scent I've even dreamed of. When I followed it I found Franky, that idiot, with a small girl. Why he always kills them slowly I'll never figure out. I guess the screaming turns him on or something; however, no matter how mean I am I'm not completely cruel. Unless I really hate you. At the moment though, stealing someone's meal seemed the right thing to do. After all, I had passed his other half-finished one on the way here.
I used the power I attained as being the monstrosity I am and pushed him away using telepathy. She looked up at me as I turned around, recognition crossed her face. Recognition? Do I know her? Why am I asking that stupid question? I wouldn't know! I growled. Obviously she knows what I am. She began backing up, wide eyed toward the entrance of the alley. Oh I don't think so.
In a flash I was behind her, and she stopped backing up immediately. She turned around and saw me there, and finally just stood still. I smirked, she knows me from somewhere. I bent down, using the ends of my fingers to bring her head up. She kept her eyes hidden. She was really cute and oh-so innocent. It almost made me feel guilty for future events. Almost.
I wiped her bangs away and she, opening her eyes, gave me an almost blinding flash of deep gold and a glare that was a huge contrast from the rest of her delicate face. It was a slight shock. Her hair was a soft pink that flowed down to her hips, and she had a nice body. She jerked her head away and pulled the zipper on her corset back up. I was surprised I hadn't noticed it was down. "You know I just saved your life, right?"
"Only so you can kill me, right, Ikuto?" She said in a poisonous tone. She defiantly knows me, then. I smirked, but she also knows a lot about my nature. I picked her up, she didn't squirm or anything. Maybe she figured out trying to get away would only piss me off, and she was in a horrible position for that to happen.
Amu
It just had to be Ikuto. I was still trying to keep my tears back. He is going to kill me; the person I felt closest to was really going to kill me. Rape me and kill me. He jumped, and we were gliding past buildings. The stars stared down at me, still twinkling brightly. I wished so badly to just fly away, but Ran and the others had disappeared a long time ago. I let the tears flow freely, and felt him looking at me again. Why? How do I disserve this? Is it true…what she had said…?
"I recognize what you are. You are damned; the rest of your family is too, because of your mother, because of her and only her. A witch..."
No, I can't believe that, she wasn't even a witch. She was a wicken; a Christian witch. She is in heaven, and I will join her. I kept trying to soothe myself this way as we continued to sail through the air. I didn't even try to look where we were going, like you're supposed to when you're kidnapped. It's not like I'll get away long enough to tell anyone. I have to be strong though. I won't let this bastard break me. He doesn't deserve to see me cry. I wiped my tears and watched the stars, seeming to stand still as we flew by.
Ikuto
I watched her as she finally broke down, crying softly. Again her innocence and familiarity gave me a slight pang in my still heart. Then it hit me. I don't like seeing her cry? Why the hell not? Who is she? Her scent was intoxicating me. I'd have to interrogate her quickly. She was still beautiful as I watched her put herself back together and wipe her tears away. I feel weird. Severely guilty now. I haven't felt guilt for years! I quickened my pace; racing toward the place I lived.
A small house, that I had "abandoned" myself. I set her down and locked her to the wall with chains she couldn't see, but she could feel them. Again the guilt washed over me. I turned quickly and got a handkerchief from my room, bringing it to her. She wouldn't take it; she just glared at me and started crying again. I don't get how that could be insulting, but whatever. I guess she's just accepting the fact of what I'll do, and obviously, she doesn't like it one bit. I wiped her tears away myself.
"Listen, kid…" I would have said more, but as soon as the word 'kid' was out of my mouth she burst into violent tears. I don't even know why I called her that…oh well. I ignored her sobbing and continued, the guilt only growing stronger, "This can go quick and painless, or difficult." I looked her straight in the eye. She didn't seem to have problems looking at me when they were back to blue. They wouldn't be for long, though. "How do I know you?"
"We were friends…before you left…" she let out simply. Her voice was small, and haggard, but I could hear the high chime-like sound behind what the crying and screaming had left. She seemed to have more she could say, but kept it in. "Why don't you remember?"
"I'm asking the questions here."
"Fine then, I won't answer." I almost smirked at her stubbornness. I was used to it. However, I felt like something inside me was breaking, like I swore something to myself and I just broke the promise.
"Okay then, I lost my memory a few years ago, happy?" She glared at me.
"Happy? Oh you're so funny, you jackass." She stated simply. She knew me well…were we close? I didn't kill her…so I guess so.
"What's your name?"
"Amu…Hinamori, Amu." The name gave me an electric shock that sent flashes running through my head. I nodded, and stood up to go sort through them. I could feel her glaring at me as I walked out.
None of them made any sense at all. Just random things. An old, unfinished building, a balcony, an old amusement park, and a building named Easter. Easter? What the hell kind of a name was that? I chuckled. I heard chains ringing, and felt one fall loose, I ran into the room fast enough to see her opening the door. She ran out and I tackled her to the ground.
She was small and warm under me, and trembling. I bent into her neck to smell more of her. Amu. Amu, Hinamori. Who is she? I licked her neck. Should I wait and find out or just kill her now? I ran my hands down her sides and flipped her over. Her eyes were squeezed shut, like she was imagining she was somewhere else. On not feeling the bite, she opened her eyes and her cheeks flushed, more flashes. Me teasing her, just to earn this same face, us in a small kitchen-in the same position-, me popping up on her balcony…
I stared at her blankly. I want to know who she is. I especially want to know why I'm actually feeling guilty for killing her. This will be the most intriguing wait yet. Something bothered me though…
"How did you get loose?"
She sniffed, but the tears had run out. She didn't answer. "Well I could always kill you here." She didn't answer; she just closed her eyes again. I sighed, she was completely opposite of a normal person. It was cute, though. "You're weird." I said simply, a smirk written across my face. She opening her eyes in pure wonder, and upon seeing my face, she looked like she was going to cry again. "Please stop crying." I said…please? I was almost disgusted with myself.
"How can I do that?" She said, her voice was clear now. It rang in my ears, only making me feel guilty again. I cocked an eyebrow at her. "How can I stop crying when my best friend is going to kill me? At least I know why you didn't come back now, although you promised you would." Her voice was breaking again. Oh, boy. Best friend? Promise? Why the hell can't I remember?!
"I did, huh?" She nodded and bit her lip.
"I should have known when I couldn't see how you'd die, that I should stay away from you. I should have accepted what I had known whether it hurt or not…I trusted you and look where it got me…why? Why? Why?" Her voice kept getting softer and softer; she started trembling again and went into an almost sleep-like state. I picked her up cautiously, after all, she had never told me how she had gotten free, and I don't know what she is. I should probably just kill her now, the guilt is making me nauseous, but now it's mixed with a cruel wanting. I want her. Not her blood, but her.
This is the weirdest girl ever.
