Silence is golden… well, most of the time.
Author: Suryallee
Rating: T, Mature for later chapter's contents!
Parings: Rido Kuran/Senri's mother, Sayori / Senri Shiki others
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight and its characters nor the Manga or the story.
Authors note: This is a un-beta fic, Sorry for the grammar and spelling: I am native German, please be kind.
Warning: m/f. if you have a trouble with such pairings, please leave now.
Story: Takes place in the Rido ark, with slight twists.
Summary: A simple twist in the original storyline and Rido kidnaps Sayori. The repercussions are strange to say at last and give way to an unknown love for Yori in the end.
Thank you people you totally rock! 24 reviews on this silly idea of mine...feels slightly confused and madly happy^^ Penguin 2 and Darkemi, I hope this chapter finally explains your questions regarding turning of humans and Senri Kun^^
Sorry, have to work tomorrow, so, most likely no update then. My fingers hurt anyways here from all the tipping. Oh, by the way, I wonder how many have caught on my inserted tips regarding Senri Kun in the last chapies… crackles up madly. Walks away whistling innocently.
Suryallee
Chapter nine
The trip upstairs was a silent one.
Well if you ignored it that Senri growled and cussed all the way to his room, that was. A thunderous scowl on his face told Yori not to disturb him with questions now. Right after Rido had said his little quip, Senri had taken her by her uninjured arm and than he lead Yori upstairs. Rido's paring words had greatly disturbed and confused Yori.
What had he meant with that?
As far as Yori did know, Senri Shiki was a level B Vampire. An aristocrat. From what she had read up so far, only Pure Bloods could turn a human… right?
Had she missed something?
She gave the agitated Vampire a glance from out of the corner of her eyes. Senri currently steered her to the toilette and motioned for Yori to sit on the closed lid. Turning around the Noble did suddenly something curios. He gripped the porcelain sink with both hands, lowered his head and just breathed for a good minute heavily with closed eyes.
Sayori didn't dare to disturb Senri.
She felt that he battled with his control right this moment and kept to it to hold her wounded arm to her chest and out of his immediate sight. For the smell, there went nothing. She could not prevent him from smelling it. Since the wound still did bleed ever so slightly. To leave the knife in was actually a good thing.
Right now, it staunched off the blood flow from the wound by staying in place. But that would change once someone removed the dull blade. The wounds would be opened and then the real disaster would begin. Yori did know that too and so, kept to it to keep still.
Beside her Senri slowly let go on the sink and turned to the medical stock up box that he had his bathroom.
His eyes still glowed red. Right now, Senri was barely holding off from attacking Yori.
Her blood simply smelled too good and even knowing, that it would be easier to heal that wound by liking the blood off and so seal the injury shut, Senri did not dare to trust himself to even suggest such a thing. He was shaking from the exertion of willpower with that he currently held himself under tight wraps.
Balling his hands to fists, he gave partially up. It was just too much!
"Yori." He addressed the human girl without to turn. When she made an affirming noise, he heaved a sigh and turned to sit on the rim of his bathtub to face her.
"It is no use. I can barely control myself, damn it! Anyways, listen. There is a way to do this without me going ballistic and you getting hurt more as you are already. Bloodlust is an all-consuming thing for us and I am sure you know in what danger you brought yourself into, don't you? Yori?" sayori bit her lip for a moment, than she dared to directly look at Senri.
Yup, Senri was still in what she had silently begun to call fang mode. Red eyes and jittery behavior included. Here went nothing. "You have an idea how to avoid that?"
The Noble nodded slowly and there went his hand again through his wild locks.
Yori had noticed Senri do that mostly when he was at a loss of words or what to do. Well, nervous habit it was called what he did, Yori was aware of that but currently it was unimportant.
"Yes." He affirmed. "If you were Vampire, this would have been already healed and if not you would not freak out… however, it is a simple thing, really." He gave her composed look an equally unruffled one, considering that he did that with still having his red eye color, it was strange to see that look in his eyes.
"The smell of your blood drives me crazy. I always hated it when someone wasted blood and the smell lures my instincts out. The best course to handle this, as I see it, would thereby be to first clean off that blood on your arm and then to remove the knife. To be honest, it means I lick it off and then remove the darn opener and suck the wound dry enough to still the worst blood flow so we can then wrap it up."
His eyes never left Yori's when he nonchalantly told the human girl that.
Sayori gulped.
Well, at least Senri was direct and efficient in ruthlessly destroying her last hopes to get out of this situation without to have him consume her blood! So much was sure. Never less, she also knew that what he told her was most likely the only way to handle this entire situation both were in. she couldn't leave to see a doctor and the house was full Vampires who by now had to go half crazy with the faint smell of Yori's blood. Senri showed a remarkable restrain to not simply let loose on his inner beast and attack her in here. The smell had to be ten times worse in the small space both were in. Yori made a face at the thought.
From the books, Yori was aware that doing what Senri suggested was most likely the best course.
It would stop the blood flow and since he was a Vampire, his saliva would most likely prevent her from getting an infection. If a human tried that, the wound would be infected pretty badly, due the bacteria in the mouth. Vampires had not that problem, their saliva could work like a numbing argent that also had healing properties.
That knowledge had astounded Yori to read.
Slowly nodding the young woman gave her asset and removed the makeshift band-aid around her wound carefully. After a moment, Senri kneeled down next to her and helped to get the stripes of his ruined dress shirt off.
Almost instantly they fell to the titles, his mouth was on her arm.
It felt strange to have someone lick something off her skin. Yori found out that she didn't exactly dislike the experience but that she did not exactly liked it either. It was confusing to be blunt and almost disturbing a feeling. Every time Senri licked along the wound, it hurt slightly but soon the pain seem to dull and fade almost fully.
His saliva was at work, just as both had thought it would.
Yori had known that this would be a strange experience to say at last. However, what she had not foreseen was how this had to affect Senri.
If his low moans were any indication then the Noble was constantly feeling very good. The thought brought a blush on Yori's face and the more often he made such noises the more the blush did deepen and spread. His face was an odd grimace of bliss, she looked away. Why did his reaction affect her so?
Strangely enough, Yori couldn't help to feel slightly pleased that Senri did react so strongly. Why exactly she felt that way was confusing the hell out of Sayori.
Suddenly the licks stopped and Senri's voice brought her eyes back to the red glowing orbs of his.
Was Yori imagining things or did he look at her almost smug? Huh?
"Brace yourself! I will count down to one from three and remove the blade. That will hurt like a bitch!" Yori chose to just nod and her other hand grabbed the handle of the metal pipe next to her position to steel herself against the upcoming pain. Nodding again Yori closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
"Three, two, one!"
He had not been kidding! Yori couldn't suppress the soft cry of pain that escaped her and her knuckles turned white from the power she used to hold onto the metal pipe. Her pain contorted her elfin face into a grimace of hurt. For a moment, she breathed heavily then the pain suddenly dwindled down to trickle out of her wound with the blood that Senri carefully sucked out. Without the pain to shield Yori, the feelings that came with this bizarre act registered with her mind. Instantly her pale face reddened brightly in a brilliant flush.
What the hell? Why did that actually feel good? Yori couldn't decide if she wanted Senri to go on or if she wanted to snatch her arm away.
Warmth flooded her lower body and an embarrassing emotion of want filled her mind.
Oh this was very bad! What if Senri caught on her smell now and found out that Yori seem to have a pervert streak towards such in human acts. She could not really gain a fetish for such, Yori refused to believe that.
Next to her, Senri had the time of his live!
Luckily, for Yori Chan, Senri had a slightly better control as Hanabusa or else she would have been bitten from him already! He knew that what Yori just experienced was rather normal. It was one of the points why donors often came back more then once. It was a side effect that he had counted on ruthlessly.
Senri wanted Yori to like this, wanted her to become addicted to him, taking her blood. It made many things so much easier to archive for the Noble. Concerning Yori and what he was slowly resolving himself to, to want from her.
Downstairs, Senri had barely held himself in check when Yori was struck by the blade.
The smell of her blood had not only affected Senri, the servants too had reacted. A few glares had fast taken care of that trouble. When this here was taken care of, Senri planed to go down and make certain that those lowlifes did know very well to stay the hell away from Yori Chan!
If his father had not already beaten him to it, that was.
Senri could smell the pain and blood that that clouded the air like a fog in the house. Whatever Rido currently did was effective. They would never forget it and never again would the servants dare to ignore a given order from the Pure Blood.
Senri ignored it.
He loved her blood! To the vampire this was like the food of the gods. He wondered if Yori was aware of it that he also could read her memories and thoughts to. Senri ignored this also and felt not even any shame to do so in order to gain an upper hand on Yori in the future. And if Kuran Kaname did kill him later, he would not let go on Yori again!
Not after, he had done this.
Especially not since he now knew some things that Yori hid from everyone else and more so from herself.
To find out that the girl actually had noticed him and the others was almost surprising to find out.
She was after all, no member of any fan club or such in the past. But to find out that she seem to like Senri in her own way was making him feel much better and more possessive towards her. Too bad that his sire did actually know him better as Senri had been aware of, or else Senri would have done what he had been strictly forbidden to do. And to the hell with the consequences!
Retreating from the slowing down flow of her heavenly blood, the Noble caught her stray thoughts about that thematic inside of Yori's now slightly hazy mind. Taking out the band-aids, Senri barely suppressed a fanged grin. Actually, Yori wasn't off beam in her musings and on the other hand, she still wasn't correct with them either way.
The books only told one so much.
The rudimentary knowledge if one wanted to give the child a name.
Special cases like Senri was it, had become very uncommon over the time and even before it had existed so few Pure Bloods, children born such as him had always been an atypical event to happen. It was one of his many quirks that came with the nature of what he was. A Noble, genetically only half a step removed from being a full born Pure Blood.
Different from the Pure Blood's contagious bites, his bite wasn't as infectious when he did bite a human. He needed to almost drain a human to then feed them his blood in almost cosmic proportions to have them catch on the turning. Nonetheless, his way was equally disastrous to a human as the Bite of his father would be to them.
In Senri's rare case, it wasn't the bite that was dangerous, it was his blood! In it was, what turned a human into a Vampire and not in his bite, or better said in his saliva. All else was nearly the same, what was an odd talent for Noble to have. Only a very few of the Nobles could do so. The most were like him, children of a level A and a Noble. Only a handful was not.
Often those then came from the oldest Bloodlines, like the Aido family or the Ichijo clan.
When one of the Pure Blood's did feed from a human, they always turned the unfortunate person into a level D Vampire through their saliva alone. If they then refused to give the newly turned their blood and if it was just a few drops, the aforementioned former human spiraled fast down into a level E.
When they did, the ex-human could stay a Level D for a long time and if they took care of them, means gave them some more drops over time or gave them to Nobles to keep them and do that for them, then the former humans could grow pretty damn old.
If a Pure Blood liked a human and wanted to keep them and said human had already a kind of affliction before they were turned then something rare was possible. They then could alter the turning of a human to another Level as only D. If the human had such an inclination like a genetic imperative, as the Hunters had it, or had a Level D and C Vampire in their genetic family bloodlines, then the entire situation could turn out truly remarkable.
Level A, B and C Vampires were special.
The last two mentioned were in almost every case, Born this way. The first level ones, the level A or Pure Bloods, now they could only be born, never made. In rare occasions when humans had already a abovementioned predisposition in their genes, then caring in a certain way could alter their status to a level C Vampire that was Made and not born. It included a regular feeding of blood from a Pure Blood or a high Born Noble.
In very rare occasions, this could alter the former humans to a point to become a Noble equivalent in the end.
The last could only happen when a Pure Blood took care of this him or herself and gave the turnling exclusively their blood from the beginning onward until the change was completed.
Noble could not alter a turnling that way. And then there were many things to consider for this to turn out the wanted way. Quasi from the first bite on already, this had to go a specific way to work out or it wouldn't work. Senri already could tell something absolutely necessary for such a turning from tasting Yori's blood.
It was one more fact added to his invisible list of the why's, why Senri would not let her go again.
She had such a predisposition, such a genetic affinity and the knowledge of it was making him grin manically. What he carefully hid from Yori, less she would not worry herself sick. Senri idly questioned himself if his Sire did know that too. It was… possible. Pure Bloods could smell such things on a human practically like a dog. Vampires smelling abilities were already extremely accurate, but such as Rido had those abilities boosted by power to proportions that were unbelievable.
Humans were limited in this to an extend that was unfathomable for Senri to understand. Since he had always more relied on his senses as a human did it. For humans sight was the most important sense, next to hearing and then came touch and smell.
For Vampires the nose was a very important tool in their daily life.
The sense of smell told them about health and the status of a person as well of the emotions that the other felt and on rare occasions, an entire conversation could be held this way. When meeting someone, Senri knew already a ton of information's before he spoke a word to them. And since his nose was almost as sensitive as that of a Pure Blood, Senri gained lots more of info's beforehand as was usual for a Noble.
What was also one of the points why he rarely spoke to begin with. He did not need to, clear and simple.
For the most of the time, Senri had just to alter his scent or to adjust his mimic and posture to let others know what he wanted and that was it.
For him it was alien to understand humans and their need to speak everything out to get their mind across, was often frustrating him. His problems were exactly the same troubles that Pure Blood's had too. What was why the most never came in contact with humans other as to feed. He shook his head at the thought.
Next to him, Yori came out of her daze slowly.
Only to find Senri already bind her wound. Shaking her head, she cleared her muddled brain. This was embarrassing an experience! She would make very certain in the future to avoid to get into such a situation again! Still not fully herself again she finally stood and thanked Senri softly to walk out of the bathroom.
Yori wanted back into her own room.
This all was way too much for her to stomach all at once.
Senri watched her do so with mirth in his eyes. They had faded back into his normal blue grey coloring, meanwhile he had mused over certain things. Looking down Senri listened to Yori's steps in his room outside the bathroom and counted. When he was certain that Sayori, was only a step away from his door he suddenly left the bathroom in a flash.
Yori never knew what hit her.
One second her hand reached for the door and the next she was airborne to land onto something soft.
The next thing she got aware of after giving an indignant squeal of surprise and shock was Senri's laughing face above her.
Yori fast saw that he had repositioned her on his bed, what made her blush and feeling angry at the same moment. Narrowing her eyes dangerously at the now wild laughing Noble, that plopped down next to her, Yori slowly but steadily became more and more incensed with Senri.
Rubbing her tired eyes, the woman tried to calm herself down again.
She had been right in her questioning the sanity of the members of this particular household last night, Yori realized defeated and she suddenly felt much to old for her age. Looking at the still manically laughing Senri next to her, the girl became conscious about it that she had to change her thinking fast. No one here reacted normal anyways and besides that, it could prevent her from more odd happenings like this in the future.
One thing was certain thought, she refused to let them get the better out of her too often!
So Yori did the one thing that Senri hadn't expected her to do.
She turned around with a huff and simply closed her eyes to fall asleep where she was.
When Senri registered that she was sleeping, he could only blink at her nerve before he simply shrugged it off and also decided to take a nap. He could ask Rido always later about his suspicions regarding Yori and what Rido might have in mind. For now, he took shamelessly advantage of the situation presented to him and he snuggled up to the girl without any sense of regret.
Yori's soft scent soon lulled Senri into sleep.
Outside, Rido stood leaned against Senri's door with a smirk, a brow arched and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Hearing the two finally quite down in the room, the Pure Blood straightened and walked down to the master bedroom to then cross the room beeline for the bathroom door to the left side. In the bed, Hitomi was sleeping. Fully unaware of all, Rido had made sure that she did sleep through all. He knew that she needed her peace to let the fetus settle and her stress level had been much too high to begin with. Normally he didn't care but this was his baby that she did carry and so, Rido made a point out of it to look out for Hitomi's health. He suspected that Hitomi was slowly growing on him in a way.
With a grin and a whistle, the Vampire vanished inside the bathroom.
He wondered how long it would take his cute son to find enough guts to ask him about his intentions concerning Sayori Chan.
A manically laugh erupted in the small room.
2012 By Suryallee