Kiss of a Vampire
"I guess I'm not really the princely type."
Now that there was something to do, Utau was busy and acting like the stuck up perfectionist she really is. I love her though, mostly because when I'm under stress I do the same thing.
There all of us sat, in Utau's humongous-ly oversized house, watching TV, while she ran around on the phone talking to three different people at once- while emailing another. I sighed. She always had a fetish-type habit of getting in over her head, and then getting all snappy when I tried to help. In other words, I learned to just stay the hell away from her and her pop-star-sized load of crap.
Ikuto was munching on chocolate – what else is new? – While I sat in the recliner next to the couch that he was lazily draped across. Rima sat texting, Nagihko most likely, while absentmindedly responding "hm" or "yeah" to Yaya's rather persistent and too-fast-to-understand one-woman-circus-style conversation. Looking around us, I giggled a little at the scene. We haven't changed at all, well not mentally or behaviorally anyways. My haphazard reaction caused Ikuto, my super-powered inhuman overprotective cat-eared boyfriend, to look up from all the dread and despair of today's news. Apparently the health care reform had passed in America. I feel bad for those people. (lol)
He looked at me for a second, and smirked, before pulling me into his lap and planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. Now I was stuck…crap. I sighed again and giggled. Just another semi normal day I suppose. Or so I thought, but now I know how wrong I truly was.
Chapter Six: Return
I walked home from the grocery store so shrouded in thought that night I didn't even see him following me. Which, of course, made an even bigger surprise when he jumped, pulling me out of the way of a rushing vehicle. But at eleven o'clock the streets are so filled with scum that the owner of the metal contraption didn't even attempt to hit the break.
He was still a little lanky, super pale, and blonde haired. His eyes were still the same dark burgundy color and his smile was still princely, although it had lost its affect on me long ago. He smiled as he asked if I was OK, and I responded with a quick yes, thank you, and scurried away. I didn't even know he was back.
A long time ago Tadase had left with his family. They had moved to Portugal for some business he apparently thought I was too much of an imbecile to understand. When I trudged into my house and threw my plastic bags on the counter, I was so confused and filled with an immense, past anger that I didn't notice my boyfriend standing in the doorframe, even after he had made some smart ass comment about plastic bags killing the planet. After noticing I was out of it, he just watched me. Of course, at the time, I was completely oblivious to this.
"Amu," he finally said and that snapped me back to reality. Snapped me out of the memories. That boy, that stupid "prince" had left me, all alone. My hands started shaking without me noticing, but Ikuto surely did. What did he not notice? I smiled, humorless and dry, as he took my hand and pulled me to the couch. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to drag it out of you."
"Tadase is back. I ran into him on the way home." I said a little shallow whisper. I had tried to sound strong, nonchalant, but the attempt failed miserably…epically. He just looked at me, in between his brow a small v formed. I grinned and smoothed it out under his bangs.
"Where did he run into you?"
"I told you, on the way home. I kind of wandered into the road and he pulled me back," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear, but knowing he would – damn those supernatural powers.
"I see." He said quietly before pulling back and sitting, eyes far away. Now I suppose it's my time to worry.
"Ikuto?"
"It's nothing." He said, and smiled, but it never reached his eyes.
That evening, the calls started. He only called once, but left no message. I didn't know who it was until Rima confessed she had given him my number. "He sounded so desperate," she said and shrugged.
"That would be a reason not to give him the number." Utau retorted, slowly sipping at her (most likely alcoholic) drink.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I used to like him, as a friend. He always seemed so sweet, but he turned out to be a royal dick." We all laughed at her stupid little pun. After we had finished our slushies, we all went back to Utau's, but Ikuto and Kukai had disappeared. Utau sighed. We all knew what had happened. Ikuto had left, probably still grumpy, as he had been since Kiddy King's appearance, and Kukai had followed: like a lost puppy.
"Ikuto better be back in time for the ball." The older girl said, kicking off her shoes and falling on the fluffy green sofa. I just laughed. Hey, Ikuto being on time was a funny concept.
I twirled around once more as I heard a honking from outside. I looked out my window to see Utau's black limo parked in front of my (and my neighbor's) house. I looked in the mirror, taking in my black dress. It clung to my upper body, making my waist appear even smaller (which in turn magnified my chest) and it flowed out down to the ground. Through the middle was a strip of white, and the halter top fit neatly under my up-do. My usual X-clip was still present of course, in the color of pitch. I had no need for eyeliner, because of my thick lashes, and my skin had decided to play nice – even with all the stress floating around.
I pulled on my red high-hells and ran down the steps, almost falling, and out the door as the horn began to honk – a little more impatiently.
Ikuto hadn't been seen yet, neither had Kukai. Utau was clearly pissed at her boyfriend, not to mention her brother. She sat in between Rima and I, in her purple dress, her eyes squeezed shut and eyebrow twitching dangerously. As we arrived, it was clear we drew attention, and not just from being with the star of the party.
Many whistles and calls sounded, but Rima was the only one who responded – because even though she liked Nagi, they weren't together yet. I was instantly dazzled by the pure beauty of the party. There was fun, popular music playing now, while waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. We danced a little, but I was starting to worry about Ikuto. It was only this morning that Utau had grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him until he swore he would attend. I excused myself and headed for the bathroom, but on opening my phone there was nothing but messages, still flowing.
I can see you.
I missed you.
You're beautiful.
However, as one read down the messages they began to sink to a lower level.
I'm going to drag you home.
I'll kill him just to get you.
You'll be mine.
Are you a virgin? You won't be much longer.
It was obvious who was sending them. The newly found dark prince, who I could not locate, and was apparently my new stalker.
