Well by the time this is up, it will probably be just after 11 in the UK. For some demented reason I'm not tired and I'll probably regret it in the morning. Yeah. I'm starting to question my life. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 11

Darjeeling Tea

In my successful effort to make it to my room without passing out, I place my hand on the doorknob when I suddenly hear faint moaning.

The hell is going on? Is there another girl over hear? Is she ok?

My interest piqued, I gently open the door expecting to see another innocent girl having her blood sucked.

How very wrong I am.

I almost gasp at the sight; Reiji, sitting in the middle of his room, is fast asleep making the moaning sounds.

Despite him probably suffering a nightmare, I have to say that he looks pretty hot without his glasses on. Yes, he is a vampire; does that suddenly mean I can't have an attraction to him?

I decide to end the suffering he's experiencing in his fantasy world and reach out to him to coax him awake when…

"What do you think you're doing in here?"

"Gah! You're awake!" I jump back in surprise.

"I can't believe that you actually woke me up with the scent of your blood." He says as he places his glasses in their rightful position.

I blink in surprise. "Me neither." Seriously though, can you smell blood while you're sleeping?

"Honestly though, I prefer it to the dream I was having." He laughs scornfully at himself. "It wasn't even a dream; it was a nightmare."

I fall quiet at the fact that despite their immortality and special abilities, vampires' are a little bit similar to humans. Just a little bit though.

"Can I help you with something?" Reiji asks.

"I'm fine Reiji. I only came to hear you because you were moaning in your nightmare."

"Well, I'll be having a spot of tea."

I stand awkwardly whilst he prepares some tea in a bone china cup. I stay like that whilst he returns to his chair and starts sipping delicately.

"It seems that I'd have to explain your position to you after all. Honestly humans are pathetic." He states after one of his delicate sips. "Did you honestly believe that I would make a cup of tea for you? I shall treat you to the smell instead. You should feel privileged by the fact."

Oh, should I? Then please explain to my why the hell I feel so inferior to you, Oh Mighty One.

I regard his offer though and deeply inhale the scent of tea.

I almost hold my breath in mild shock.

"It's Darjeeling." I regard with wide eyes.

"Hmm. It seems that you're not that stupid after all." Reiji states impressed.

"Don't think much of it. We Brits are famous for our tea!" I joke half-heartedly, masking my sadness.

Why is everything here reminding me of mum?

I change the subject quickly. "Does Shu like tea?" I ask him.

"You will no longer say that name around me. Just hearing it makes my ears feel unclean." He glares at me coldly.

"Why do you hate him so much? You said that he was pretty spoiled as a child. Is that why?" I delve hoping to uncover some secrets in this house.

"You don't need to know the reason behind that." He sets his tea aside and walks to the window, seemingly contemplating something.

After a while he turns to me.

"On second thought, I've changed my mind. I'll share my tea with you."

After a while a steaming hot cup is prepared just for me.

"Here, be my guest." Knowing that going against his apparent goodwill would end badly for me, I sit on the sofa as directed and gratefully accept the cup filled with hot beverage.

"Thank you." I say externally.

Take one small sip. One harmless little sip.

Quivering, I lift the cup to my lips.

One harmless little sip.

I feel the hot liquid rushing down my throat and find that I am still alright.

See, it was completely harm-

My thoughts are cut off as I'm met with a terrible taste in my mouth. I drop the cup deciding to use my hands to cover my mouth while violently coughing.

Reiji walks away from me disinterested.

"Reiji." I cough once more. "What was that?"

With his back turned to me, he informs me that, "There is no need for you to worry. Nothing in that cup will endanger your life. However, I don't like the numbing effect that it's having on you; I'll have to make it all over again."

You don't like the numbing effect? What about me here? You're using me as a lab experiment!

He comes over to me with a little vial of something. He holds me by the chin and forces my mouth open.

"Now take this." He commands as he pops the top off and forces the drink down my throat. As soon as the last drop rolls down to my stomach, I collapse off of the chair in another coughing fit slicing my left hand on the broken cup.

I felt like complete and utter crap. My body refused to function in the way I wanted it to.

"It's impolite to not cover your mouth while you're coughing." Reiji stands stoically. "And what is wrong with you? When things break in this house, it's your responsibility to clean them up."

Recovering from my moment of weakness I stare him in the eye.

"Oh, like Shu cleaned up that broken picture the time I came here." I growl knowing that I would hit a nerve. I didn't care, he hurt me and then blamed the mess he pretty much made on me.

"I told you that you will not mention that name around me!" He crouches down to my level and takes my injured hand and regards it.

"Don't get the wrong impression. Things with imperfections hold no interest to me and I shall not tolerate them. However, I'm intrigued as to why your blood infuses the air with a sweet aroma."

He licks the leaking blood off of my hand and I swipe it away from him out of pure instinct. Leaving a huge red stain on his glove.

He stands up slowly. "It seems that I have been soiled by your blood." He take of the gloves and drops it to the floor.

"You're the one who decided to give the damned tea and potion in the first place, don't you go blaming me for it."

"I don't wish to hear your excuses." He shuts me up. "Now stand up."

I do so, preparing to make a run for it if I need to. He turns to me with a glare that would make blood run cold. But it only fuels me with defiance.

"Don't you dare!" I say through gritted teeth and I grit them tighter as he pins me roughly against the bookcase faster than my human eyes can keep up with. Books tumble off of the shelves due to the impact but we pay them little regard.

"Not picking up the books Reiji?" I ask mockingly. "I thought that if you create a mess in this household you had to clean them up?" My anger blinds my focus for survival and I provoke him further.

Dark brown eyes stare into ruby red and vice versa.

"You really should know your place, Eliza. You are merely a container of blood. However," He traps me against the bookcase. "I wish to give you more pleasure than anyone else before."

He bites my neck and I hiss in pain. I can't even clench my fists since one of them is bleeding and all. I push him away from me.

"If this is pleasure, then I want to know what your twisted idea of pain is." I grit my teeth and he pushes me back in place.

"Oh, do you now?" Suddenly, he grabs the wrist of my hurt hand and suspends it high into the air. I wince in pain and struggle to remain on my tiptoes. If I gave in to the suffering of my legs, I'd be parting with one of my hands.

Obviously seeing my pained face, Reiji laughs.

"Do you want me to bandage your wound for you?"

"No, I'll just be fine on my own thanks."

He ignores me and continues.

"I'll bind your hand tighter and tighter before it rots and falls from your wrist."

He holds my hand up higher, proving his point and causing me to work harder to keep myself upright.

"How do you think you'll scream when that happens? The very idea of it makes me so happy."

Using his other hand, he tilts my chin towards him and I see his ruby eyes sparkle with sadistic glee.

"Your face will distort with remorse and deep regret and you will suffer before screaming and crying, you die a painful death."

I sneer at him. "You're very wrong Reiji. I've given up on crying. I don't cry anymore."

Tilting my head once more, he whispers in my ear.

"Then I'll have fun changing that, won't I?

The next chapter should be up soon. But this is me we're talking about. I'm a high school student who should probably get her priorities straight but over here its Friday and I honestly don't give a damn. A damn shall not be given. Someone really needs to tell me why you all read this stuff. Oh before I forget, I'm thinking about maybe having a Fiction Press account as well 'cause why not? If I do I'll show the account on my profile. Also the link for the Diabolik Lovers English dub is there as well so check that out 'cause it's pretty good.

G'night y'all.

Cat