Needy. Clingy. Annoying.

No more than ten minutes after he'd placed the phone call, Kaiba spotted Kanako getting out of the back-seat of a taxi, right at the intersection one block away from the hospital. It was exactly where he'd asked her to meet him, and, being agitated already, her over-eager attitude made him feel sick and disgusted.

He had never liked this woman. She had always had delusions, expected too much even when he made it clear that their relationship was purely casual. She got jealous easily, but she was cheap, fast and easy, so he kept her around as a quick food source. It also helped that she was stupid and easily taken advantage of, so all he had to do was coax her a little, and she'd fall right into bed.

The absolute worst kind of woman; stupid, clingy and slutty.

The second she got out of the car, dressed in a short skirt and a low-cut top, she ran over to him, taking baby steps in her too-high heels, her breasts bouncing up and down. No bra. Geez, how desperate could this girl be? If anything he wanted to turn away right then. He didn't want to spend any time with somebody as pathetic and worthless as that. Somebody who would do anything to gain his approval, somebody who had no personality of their own…

Unlike Jounouchi, who was plenty ballsy and feisty enough. He didn't change himself to suit other people. He wouldn't put up a fake face and whore himself out like this. He wouldn't—

Kaiba froze in mid-thought. There it was again, thinking of that guy. Why was he so concerned with him? Sure, he had liked his boldness, had been somewhat impressed by it, but he was still just a secretary. Just a secretary and a meal, nothing else. But if that was the case, why wouldn't the stupid guy get out of his head?

"Seto? Where did you want to go?" He suddenly felt two large masses pressed up against his arm, and realized that Kanako was hanging off of him like a coat on a coat-rack, and it didn't take a genius to tell that her breasts rubbing and bouncing up against him was no coincidence. She could learn to be a little more subtle, at least, but at the moment Seto didn't care. Instead, he gave a smile – a meaningless smile perfected for business – and gestured towards the nearby hotel.

"Er, so he's ok, right? Is it alright if I go and see him?"

Having encountered the same nurse as his brother had earlier on in the day, Mokuba was also trying his hand at getting in to see their injured receptionist, hands clasped in front of him as he looked up at the older woman hopefully.

Luckily for Mokuba, he had something his elder brother didn't, and that was youth. Even though he was around nineteen, he was short and still had a baby-face, allowing him to pass for somebody much younger. This was an invaluable asset when dealing with middle-aged ladies who thought cute little kids were the most adorable things in the world, and as-expected he was led to Jou's room.

Surprisingly, he was the only one in there. The younger Kaiba had been expecting his older brother to be visiting, as he had dropped off the radar earlier on in the day, and if not that then the younger sister, but there was nobody here. Nobody except for Jou himself, who was laying on the bed, pale with his eyes closed.

It was a somewhat disturbing sight. He never expected any of this to happen, and the entire situation seemed surreal. Bizarre. He'd never expected his brother's secretary to be stabbed out of the blue, and while his life wasn't exactly the textbook definition of normal, something like this rocked the foundation a little, leaving him feeling shaken up.

The police were still looking into who did it, but he doubted they'd find much. Even if Kanako – whom he assumed to be the culprit – was caught, her family had a lot of money. Daddy dearest wouldn't hesitate to bust his daughter out of jail if he needed to, and it was far more likely that he'd make any evidence disappear with a few checks anyways.

Chances were that Jou wouldn't get any justice, and for some reason, that pissed him off. Standing next to the bed and looking down at the other, he clenched his fists. The blond hadn't done anything wrong. He didn't deserve any of this. If anything, he deserved the opposite.

Mokuba wasn't stupid, and though he knew Seto would never admit it, he could tell that his brother was at least a little interested in his secretary. An outsider probably wouldn't notice the slight tells and tiny changes in behaviour, but Mokuba had been with him long enough to just… Know. Even though a part of him didn't really like it, he knew that it was a good thing, and that Seto sort of… Needed it. Having this happen just felt like a blow to the groin.

It wasn't fair.

***

"Nnng… Seto…" Kanako let out a soft moan as she was pushed down onto the bed, looking up at the tall brunette who had her hands in his, kissing down her arm. She was in absolute heaven, even though their accommodations were shoddy enough. A cheap, rat-infested motel with an old, tattered bed didn't exactly set a good mood, but at the moment all Seto wanted was a place with a mattress.

He had been unusually excited ever since that afternoon, seeing Jou in that hospital bed, smelling him and his blood. Just the memory of seeing him like that was enough to drive him up the wall, and he needed to get all of this pent up want out of him before he did anything else. It was driving him completely crazy.

But Kanako wasn't enough anymore. Before he would have been able to get on with her no problem, but right now the only thing that was going through his mind was that memory. The memory of that scent that so enticed him… It was so strong that he could almost smell it right now in the room. He must have been going crazy.

He continued to kiss down towards her wrists, and the already-strong odor became even stronger. It was almost teasing him, making him even hornier than he already was, but it wasn't completely there. It was just a memory. Something from the past that was taunting him right now, making him want it even though he couldn't have it.

The CEO breathed out through his nose, not wanting to let go of the fading fragrance that seemed to surround the woman's hands, even going so far as to run his tongue along her fingers. His eyes slid closed, and in his mind he wasn't even with her, but the blond secretary himself. Keeping his eyes closed like this, he could even taste him; taste his blood on that foul girl's hands.

Wait. Why would he be able to taste his blood on her hands? Even if it was just a memory, there wasn't any blood on his fingers. There would be no reason for his hands to taste of blood.

Unless it wasn't a memory. Suddenly the strong stench and the lingering taste became very clear. Jou had been stabbed, and there was no doubt that whoever had done the deed would have stained her hands with his blood in the process. No amount of washing would be able to erase the odor or flavour in such a short amount of time, or at least not to the senses of a vampire.

Seto suddenly felt a very dark, frightening feeling rise up inside of him, and before he evern knew what was happening, he had dug his fingers into Kanako's eyes, covering her mouth with his hand as he sunk his teeth into her throat.

***

Ten o'clock. It was ten o'clock by the time Kaiba had finished with Kanako, and the girl was laying on the bed trembling violently as he pulled on his trench coat to mask his blood-soaked shirt.

Hmph. The little bitch wouldn't be causing him any more problems, he'd made sure of that. Though he had to admit that he was somewhat ashamed of how he'd lost his temper, he had no regrets for teaching her that little lesson. He hadn't intended to leave her in such bad shape, but… At least she got the message.

"I won't turn you in to the police, but in return, you will stay out of my life. If you come within thirty feet or myself or anybody associated with me again, I swear I will personally kill you."

He spoke it aloud over his shoulder to make sure that it sunk in, running his tongue across his lips to lap up the last remaining blood-drops as he opened the door and headed out, leaving her on the bed crying as he started towards the hospital.

Now that his stomach was full, he wanted to check on Jounouchi. Even if he didn't go into the room itself, he at least wanted to see him. He had to at least look at him through the glass.

He wanted to see him to reassure him that his attacker had been caught.

And he also wanted to see him so that he could refresh the memory of his face and his smell, engraving them deeper into his mind.

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God I'm so sorry this took so long, and I have a feeling this one is really short too. But I really was suffering from writer's block and some major technical difficulties, so I'm just glad I managed to churn this out at all. X.x

Anyways, this is… Well, another chapter. I know a lot of you wanted Kanako to die, but I doubt Kaiba would put his company in jeopardy by committing murder.

So he just assaulted and beat the shit out of her instead. Hah. Such a nice guy.

Hopefully next chapter won't take so long.