Soul Eater

I just couldn't help myself. I just had to update before my ideas went away. I have to admit, though, every time I begin a new story the first couple of chapters never turn out as good as they should be, so I'm sorry about that. Still, I tried my best.

Anyways, I would like to thank everyone that decided to check this story out. I would also like to thank everyone that reviewed. I'll probably be updating Untouchable tomorrow, but I'll try to get back to this story as soon as possible. Please excuse my grammatical errors and I hope this chapter meets your expectations! :)

Temptations

Chapter 2 - Tag

Never in her life had she ever been so humiliated and so frighten. Even if he was the President's son, he had no right to treat her like that. He had no right to fire her when she hadn't done anything wrong. She didn't deserve to be treated that way since she was only following instructions. Feeling her heart pounding loudly, Maka looked back at the door she had just come from. The rumors seemed to be true then. Soul Evans did have a mean temper.

So what was she suppose to do now? Was she suppose to go back to Mr. Buttataki and tell him what had happened? Was she suppose to tell him that Soul Evans had kicked her out of his office and didn't even listen to her? Sighing for the thousandth time that day, Maka began to walk toward the elevator as she tried her best to ignore the stares she was receiving from the people standing around. She wondered if they had heard what had happened.

That's what she got for getting her hopes up. She shouldn't have accepted the offer at all. It was better if she just stayed in the Finance Department where she was suppose to be. She would never in a million years be able to work with a bitter person like Soul Evans. Still, Maka had to admit to herself that he was handsome. Despite his oddly dark office, Maka could see his beautiful crimson eyes and his white hair. She had never seen a person with such qualities before. She had never seen such beautiful person in her entire life. However, his rude and mean personality overshadowed his looks.

She had been so excited to think that she was finally going to get raise. She didn't know how much more they were going to give her, but by simply knowing she was going to get more money intrigued her. Of course, she wasn't always like that, but how was she suppose to feel happy now? Her mother was stuck in the hospital while her father was somewhere getting drunk. She was alone in the world. She had no one she could count on. She had no shoulder to cry on.

Even though Kid was her boyfriend, Maka felt like he couldn't do much at all. He was always busy, always studying. He hardly had any time for her. Being as busy as he was, Maka didn't want to bother him with her problems. She didn't want to distract him from pursuing his dream. Unlike him, her life was pretty screwed up. She didn't want to drag him down anymore than she already was. That's why, whenever they hung out, Maka tried her best to be happy and smile even though she was completely faking it.

Stepping inside the elevator, Maka gave Soul Evans's office one last look. She would never accept to be his assistant again. She had learned her lesson. It was better if she kept away from those spoiled rich people. They always had everything they wanted. They didn't need anything and they always had the easy life. Heck, people like Soul Evans would never understand the things she was going through.

When she finally made it to the fourth floor again, Maka didn't bother to go to her office and instead walked over to the restroom. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. It was true that she wasn't the prettiest girl in world and it was miracle that she even had a boyfriend at all. The only thing she liked about herself was her eyes. Kid was always telling her how nice her eyes were.

Still, that wasn't enough for her. She was too flat chested and she had no sex appeal. Then, to make things worse, she looked way too young for her age. If she didn't tie her hair in bun and if she didn't wear glasses, she would probably still look like a teenager. She hated that. She hated the fact that she was so imperfect.

For the rest of the day, Maka went back to her daily routine. Joe Buttataki told her to in order to give Soul Evans some time to cool down. Of course, Maka had no intention of going back there. She didn't want to work under Soul Evans and she hoped from the bottom of her heart that he wouldn't take her. She didn't care about the raise anymore. She rather find a part-time job than work so close with a guy like Soul Evans. That's how scared she was. How would she not get scared when he looked like he was going to kill her? He got so angry the moment she introduced herself as his new assistant. Just what was his problem anyways?

So, Maka worked in her office the rest of the morning and went out to lunch with Tsubaki and her other co-worker, Elizabeth Thompson, also known as Liz. Maka didn't really know why they invited her everyday when she hardly talked at all. She would just sit there with them in the cafe across the street, listening to their conversations, not bothering to make a comment. They would always gossip and laugh, but Maka just couldn't get herself to join in. She would just nod and smile. Nod and smile, eating her sandwich away.

It was always like that. Nothing different ever happened and it was okay with Maka. All her life consisted of was meetings and filing papers, but it was okay. She didn't need change in her life. The only thing she wanted, the only thing needed was her mother. She lived for the day her mother would wake up again. She lived for the day her mother would come back to her senses. That was the only thing she wanted. She didn't need friends, she didn't a boyfriend, she didn't need happiness. In that moment, she just wanted her mother.

The day went on and Maka managed to make it through. Each day she completed was an accomplishment. Laying her head on top of her desk, Maka checked her watch as she let out a sigh. She had papers scattered all over her desk, but since it was time for her to go home already, Maka wasn't going to bother herself with cleaning up. She had already stayed a lot longer than she was suppose to and she could just clean up tomorrow. Letting out another sigh, Maka blinked with exhaustion before looking around her office.

Unlike Mr. Buttataki's, her office was much much smaller and much more cramped. That's why Maka tried to keep it as empty as possible. The only thing she kept inside her office was her desk, a couple of chairs and a picture frame of her mother. Then, unlike Soul Evans, Maka had the curtain of her one window open. She loved looking outside since it always helped her lift her spirits a little.

She couldn't lose hope. Whenever she looked outside and whenever she realized that the world was a beautiful place, Maka found the strength to go on. She would enjoy the rest of her days with her mother, together. Nothing would ever separate them again. She would take care of her always and no matter what, she would never leave her side. Ever since she was little, Maka was always attached to her mother. She always did what she was told and she always obeyed her because she loved her. She was always her motivation and her inspiration. Maka admired her and she always wished to be like her.

It pained her to see her mother in such a conditions. It angered her to think that everything could have been prevented and that her life, as well as her mother's, would be so different if the accident would have never occurred. For one, she would probably be able to smile with more easiness and have more friends. She wouldn't have trouble communicating and she would have more confidence in herself. She probably wouldn't lock herself away in her apartment every weekend and she would probably try harder to look good.

Grabbing her purse, Maka walked out her office before turning off the lights. Of course, she wasn't surprised to see the entire floor almost empty, just a few a few people were still about. Maka was about to head to the elevator when she heard some calling her name. She turned around to find Joe Buttataki coming in her direction.

"Ah, Maka! I'm so glad I was able to find you." He told her as he got closer to her. He seemed ready to go home as well. "I'm sorry about what happened today. I didn't want you to go through something like that. Please forgive Mr. Evans for his temperament. I should have informed him that you were coming."

"Oh, no. It's okay. It's not your fault." Maka told him as she shook her head back and forth. She just wanted to get home and sleep. "I think it's better if things just stayed this way. I'm comfortable working here in the Finance Department and working for you."

"Okay, I understand." Mr. Buttataki told her a bit disappointed, but with a small faint smile. "Well, I guess, I'll see you here in the morning then." He said to her as he handed her a thick looking folder. "Before you go, can you do me a small favor?"

"Umm, yeah, sure. What is it?" Maka grabbed the folder from his hands and looked at it mysteriously. She didn't know why she was suddenly getting an uneasy feeling.

"Well, there are a few things that I still need to finish around here, so I was wondering if you could take this up to Soul." He told Maka, which immediately sent a chill down her spine. Didn't he know that she didn't want to see him again? She had already been humiliated enough. She didn't want to go through something like that again. "It's a copy of today's reports. Maybe he's feeling more relaxed now and he'll reconsider his earlier decision. It would be wonderful if he changes his mind and takes you in as his assistant. Don't you think?"

Maka didn't say anything since she didn't think it was a good idea at all. Either way, Maka did what she was told. Instead of going to first floor, Maka headed toward the top last floor, the same floor she had been to in the morning. Something was different, though. The air felt tense and her chest was starting to feel heavy.

It was empty. No one was around and there was no one in reception desk. Maka gulped loudly to herself as she gripped on the folder tightly. She adjusted her purse on her shoulder, taking smaller and smaller steps. What was with the atmosphere? Why was it so empty? Sure it was getting late, but that wasn't an excuse to leave. Her floor was never deserted. Day and night, it was always pretty busy and people were left behind late into the night.

Well, whatever. She wasn't there for sightseeing. She had to give Soul Evans a folder and then she would be able to go home. Why had Mr. Buttataki asked her to do such a thing, though? Why did he keep insisting that she should become Soul's assistant? Soul didn't want her, so she wasn't about to beg him either.

When Maka finally reached Soul's office again, she realized that his door was slightly open. She looked at it nervously for a couple of seconds, wondering what she was suppose to do. She didn't want to be there at all. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be home. Taking a deep breath, Maka pushed the door open and stepped inside. She wasn't about to be polite to the man that had humiliated her so horribly. "Mr. Soul Evans, I brought some-"

She was stopped short, though. Her eyes widen, her heart started pounding fast, the folder slipped from her hand onto the floor. She was running out of breath as she stared at the sight before her. Her mouth went dry, her entire body suddenly stiffen. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was suppose to give him some papers. She wasn't suppose to be witnessing something so horrific and frightening. Maka could feel fearful tears swelling in her eyes as she took a step back. She wanted to run, but she was too scared to even move.

He was there with a woman on top of his desk, his mouth dripping with blood. In fact, blood was everywhere. The woman, who was completely unconscious, had blood all over her clothes and all over her neck. Maka wondered if she was even alive. Maka could see them clearly. Maka could see Soul holding her tightly by the waist as he pressed her against his desk, the window letting in the moon's light.

What was he doing? What was he? Maka placed her hand over her mouth, her purse falling to the floor, when she watched Soul turning to look her way. His face showed no expression, but his eyes weren't a crimson color anymore. His eyes glowed bright red. Maka took a step back, feeling more frightened than ever. Why? Why did Joe do that to her? Did he know that Soul was some sort of monster?

"Well, look who stopped by for a visit." He told her with a smirk as he lick his lips with his tongue. He let go of the woman he had in his arms and turned to look at her. "Nice of you to drop by. Dinner is just getting started."

Maka was about to run out, but she was too slow. Soul suddenly appeared before her, slamming the door in a flash. Before she even had a chance to scream, Soul grabbed her tightly by neck, restraining her from movements. He leaned close to her, whispering in her ear. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking on the door? What the hell are you doing here? What the hell do you want now? Didn't I already tell you that I don't want you here? Why the hell did you come back?!"

"Joe told me to give you those papers!" Maka exclaimed, pointing at the papers that were on the floor. Soul didn't bother to look at them. He kept staring at her closely with his red eyes glowing brighter and brighter each second. Maka didn't know what to do. If it was a nightmare, she wished she would just wake up already. "Please, let me go! I didn't mean to bother you! Please! I promise to never bother you again! I promise I'll knock next time."

"There isn't going to be a next time." Soul hissed in her ear, gripping onto her neck even tighter. Maka was starting to have trouble breathing and she was afraid her neck would snap in half. What was going on? What was happening to her? "I don't know why the hell you're up here, but I don't care. You're not going to live to tell it."

"No, please! Please, don't kill me!" Maka grabbed onto his arm and tried to pulled it off her neck, but his arm wouldn't budge. He was too strong for her. Maka could feel her tears streaming down her cheeks as Soul's red eyes continued to pierce hers. His skin was so cold. Everything about him was so cold. "I promise I won't say anything! Please, don't kill me! I promise to never bother you again! Please, let me go! Please! I beg you!"

"Save your damn excuses." Soul told her with more harshness in his voice. He suddenly banged her body hard against the wall, making it harder for her to move and for her to breath. Was she really going to die? Was she going to die without seeing her mother well and alive? "I don't care. It's better if you're buried 10 meters under the ground. People like you shouldn't even be alive."

"What are you?" Maka managed to say as her vision started to get blurry. Either she had too many tears in her eyes or she was really about to hit the dust. "Is that woman over there dead?"

"That's none of your business." He replied to her with a smirk on his face. That's when Maka noticed his fangs, big large fangs that could probably easily pierce her skin. Maka tried to move away from him, but she couldn't. The more she squirmed, the tighter he held her. "If you were better looking, then I would probably be tempted to give you a taste."

He roughly took off her glasses and undid her bun. Then, with one hand, he started stripping her, unbuttoning the buttons of her white collared shirt. With her heart pounding loudly, Maka tried to push him off. "Stop it! Don't! I don't want your filthy hands touching me! Please! Just let me go! I don't want to be here! Let go of me! Now! Please! Please, Soul!"

Of course, he wasn't listening to her and Maka could feel his cold hand going up her skirt. She could feel his sharp nails clawing her thighs. Maka let out a groan, out of breath and ready to give in. "You know what, you don't look half bad. You have more appeal when you're screwed up like this. You're the best piece of crap I've ever seen. I'll even let you beg for your life a little longer."

"Stop playing around!" Maka said before she was thrown on the ground. She fell flat on her face and before she could even stand up, Soul was on top of her. He pinned her down tightly by the wrists and Maka could feel something heavy on top of her chest. What was he doing to her? "Leave me alone!"

"This is what you get for invading the territory of a vampire. You shouldn't have crossed my path." Soul told her, leaning closer to her face. "What? Did you actually think I was going to let you go after seeing me? Did you think I was going to feel sorry for you and let you go? I could easily erase your memory and make you forget everything, but that's such a pain. It's better if I just killed you now and get this over with. I don't want to see your ugly face ever again. Would anyone even notice you gone? Would anyone even care?"

Without a second warning, Soul wrapped his hand around her neck again. He began to squeeze her neck tighter and tighter by the second. Maka could feel the air being sucked right out of her. "Would anyone even care if an insignificant person like you died? All humans are insignificant. If you were to suddenly vanish, who would notice? No one would care. It would just be one less human to worry about. Don't worry, I won't shred your body to pieces and I'll make sure to clean up any blood splatter."

"Stop." Maka could barely talk. "I'll do anything...but, please. Please...don't kill me."

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Humans.

They were filthy disgusting creatures that strived the Earth and he hated them. He hated them more than anything in the world. He had been in the middle of feeding when that woman came in, that woman who had come earlier in the day. She was the one that had come in telling him that she was his new assistant.

Now, she had discovered his secret and Soul kept cursing himself for not sensing her coming. He could have prevented it if he had been more aware of what was going on. Now, he had no choice, but to kill her. He had to get rid of her before she went telling half the world about vampires. This had never happened before. In his 200 years of life, no one had ever been able to find out his secret.

He could erase her memories, but would that be enough? Soul didn't know why Joe had sent her back to him, but he hoped, with her death, he would make it clear to Joe and to the President that he didn't want an assistant. He hoped he would make it clear that he didn't want any humans near him. "It's pointless. Just shut your trap already."

"Please, let me live." She pleaded, tears swelling in her eyes. Soul released his grip a little to let her talk, deciding to see her suffer a bit more. This was the way all humans should be. They should always beg the vampire. They should always live under the vampire. Why was he suppose to sucome to something so weak and pathetic? Why did he and his kind have to live among them? "I need to take care of my mother. If I die, who's going to take care of her? Who's going to be there to support her?"

"I could care less." Soul told her before he looked down at her bare chest. He could smell it. He could smell her blood swarming under her skin. Why? Why was he so tempted to take a bite? Why didn't he just kill her already? Why was he even listening to her? "You shouldn't have stuck your nose around here in the first place."

"Please, Mr. Evans!" She continued to plead him as she turned away from his face. She wouldn't stop crying and it was really getting on his last nerves. "I'll do anything! Just let me live! I need to take care of my mother! She needs me! Please! Just let me go already!"

"Why should I?!" Soul suddenly yelled at her, grabbing her waist, his hand threatening to touch her in between the legs. "Who are you tell me what to do?! Huh?! Bitch, I'll kill you right now if I want to!"

Then, out of nowhere, she scratched him across the face with her nails, catching him completely off guard. In that brief moment, she managed to push him off and quickly run out the door. Soul watched her, letting the scratches on his face heal. That dumbass. Did she actually think she could outrun a vampire? If she did, then she was an idiot. Soul stood up from the floor calmly, getting ready to play hide and seek with her. She was going to regret ever coming across him. She was going to regret interrupting him in the middle of his dinner.

Soul began to walk out the door where he spotted her anxiously pushing the elevator button. She kept looking back at him and every time she saw him getting closer, she would start to bang on the doors. It was quite amusing seeing her like that. It just made everything much more interesting. He could hear her yelling with fear, he could see her entire body quivering, he could tell she was terrified of him. That's the way he liked it.

Undoing his tie, Soul licked his lips to place more fear in her. "That's right." He whispered to her even though she probably couldn't hear him. "Run. Run like the coward you are."

Pretty soon, she gave up on the elevator and she started running toward the stairs. Soul smirked to himself as he started to follow her. His game of hide and seek was about to turn into a long game of tag and he was going to be kind enough to give her a head start. Of course, he would catch her in the end and he would give her the death she deserved.

"Ready or not, here I come."

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