Kiss of a Vampire
"I guess I'm just the boy who cried wolf."
There he stood his phone in hand, eyes greedily watching as the petite, pink flower entered the bathroom. He had vowed to himself he would have her, even after leaving, for even if he had hated her, he would make sure Ikuto's life was miserable. But of course, he already knew it was.
Chapter Seven: Eternity
As lights flashed and people danced to the tone and beat of songs that were way too upbeat for a ball, Utau looked around. Her face was a light pink, from her drunken state, and as Rima tried to talk to her, she just laughed and slurred out words that didn't make sense in the situation.
"Where is Amu, Utau?"
"Amu reminds me of strawberries!" Rima sighed, more than agitated, worried too. With her friend drunk, and neither of the boys answering their phones, she really had nothing to do about her friend's disappearance. After all, Amu had left to go to the bathroom an hour and a half ago.
At first she had thought she had gotten lost. There were a lot of people about, and Amu was known for her density. Rima plopped onto a chair and let her phone rebound off the table. No one would answer. She probably just went home; I guess for those who can't drink this is pretty lame. And with that, Rima left as well.
By morning it was apparent she hadn't just gone home.
Ikuto was still missing also, but that wasn't unusual. However, with her splitting headache, Utau was still calling him frantically. Kukai was sitting on the couch, not sure what to say. He actually hadn't even been with Ikuto, but at a party, where he'd gotten high and passed out. "Smooth!" Utau yelled, pissed, stressed, and red eyed. Her cheeks were a deep pink from learning of her "adventures" last night and her headache served as evidence. She was worried about her friend, who was relatively small for her age. AND she was mad at Kukai and Ikuto – who still wouldn't answer his phone.
Clink.
I sat up and moved.
Clink.
There was hardly anything to be heard, but a slight thumping outside. The room was dark and eerie, and I didn't realize that the wet substance on the ground was my own blood until the smell made me dizzy. It also took me a second to realize the blood was coming from my head, and that I had been changed. The dingy white nightgown I was wearing now hardly substituted for my dress. The mark on my neck ached. Ikuto…
I knew who I was with, but where he had taken me was still a mystery. I wondered if I'd ever get out of here. It wasn't the same as being locked up with Ikuto; I hadn't seen this coming in advance, well until I got those creepy messages.
The heavy, iron chains on my legs were split in a matter of seconds. They were nothing compared to Ikuto-conjured ones. I walked quietly to the door, only to be knocked down as Tadase flung open the door.
I lay here on the floor, coming back from the comforting and consuming darkness Tadase had led me into. I felt so hopeless, wondering what he did, why he did it. Then I came to a realization…I couldn't move. My heart beat faster and I locked my limbs, ready to throw off the intruder. Then I heard a slight shing, and a low groan, and it only took that much-besides the subsided burning – to realize it was only Ikuto. I slow stream of blood trickled onto my cheek, but this time it was definitely not mine.
Ikuto's fangs had slid out, most likely from all the bloodshed, and I could see Tadase's figure moving closer. He slowly pulled the knife from Ikuto's arm, and began to laugh manically. I stayed silent, feigning sleep, and listened closely.
"So, it's been quite a while hasn't it you stupid leach? I wonder what my father would think if he had known you were living with us, right under his nose. Tell me; do you miss your family?" Ikuto growled, the sound vibrated from deep in his stomach, and Tadase smirked. "Yes, hate me." I felt weight leave me and he chuckled and stood up, stopping abruptly only to slam the blonde bastard into the wall.
The fight seemed endless to me, as I lay here on the ground covered in blood, helpless. The sounds finally died down. And as I looked, Ikuto had won. Which was no surprise. I opened my eyes as he came closer. Blue and black marks marred his face, along with the long, red gash running up his arm. I didn't know immortals bled. He whipped my hair out of my face and picked me up, against my whimpers of protest, and nearly flew from the room with unending grace.
He told me, as we sat there, in his house, basking in the comfort of each other. Well, this was only possible after his continuous array of "you are sure you're ok, right" ended once and for all.
He told me everything: his childhood, Tadase's father killing his family, him losing his memory, all of it. I was happy that I knew more about him now. Then he told me of that.
That included how, for now, he was very young indeed for a vampire. That explained how he would live forever, only changing in appearance or age when he wished it. That showed me our real situation. For now the seal on my neck would keep us together until I died, but no longer. He said I wouldn't be as vulnerable if I would let him. He said we'd be able to stay together. He said it was up to me.
And I said, "Do it."
