Soul Eater

I just finish typing Untouchable Chapter 49 and now I come here. It's weird how I transfer from a sweet protective Soul to a vampire Soul. I gotta to admit that it's fun. I'm really enjoying this story a lot and I have no idea why. I've been a little down lately, but typing makes me feel better. I'm gonna try to update Untouchable and this story at the same time. Yes, I'm pretty weird.

Anyways, I would like to thank everyone that has read, reviewed, followed, favorited this story. Makes me very happy. Please excuse my grammatical errors and I hope this chapter meets your expectations. :)

Temptations

Chapter 3 - Sweetness

Maka couldn't even feel herself breathing. She couldn't even feel her heart pounding. It was clear she wasn't dreaming. It was a living nightmare. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that Soul Evans was a vampire. She never expected it. She never saw it coming. Vampires didn't exist. They weren't suppose to be real. They were suppose to be fiction. They were only suppose to exist in books. So why did she just come across one? Why was she being pursued by one? Why did he want to kill her?

Running down the stairs, Maka kept looking back. She was so scared, so frighten. Soul wanted to kill her because she had discovered that he was a vampire. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? She didn't mean to barge in. It was all one big accident. But how was she suppose explain that to Soul? How? With tears streaming down from her eyes, Maka continued to run down the stairs. She didn't know what floor she was in, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get to the bottom already. She just wanted to get home.

She was a mess. She really did look like crap. Her hair was messed up, her clothes were sloppy, and her makeup was probably gone from her face. Of course, that didn't matter. She just wanted to get out of this alive. She wanted to live. She didn't want to die. She still had so many things she needed to do in life. Maka looked back to make sure Soul wasn't following her, but when she turned back around, she found him standing right in front her.

"It's useless." He said to her which made her scream. Why? Why was he doing this to her? Maka took a step back as she looked at him, her body trembling, her legs quivering. "You'll never outrun me. Just give up already."

"Leave me alone!" Maka yelled at him as she pushed him against the wall. She began to run again as fast as she could, but she could hear his steps right behind her. It was clear that he was doing everything to torment her. He was probably strong enough to evade her weak push. Why? Why was he going through all this trouble if he could just kill her easily?

Wiping her tears away, Maka was starting to run out of breath and she didn't know how longer she keep running. Several minutes passed by when Maka finally made it to the first floor. She was exhausted, but she still had the strength to run past the empty lobby. Where was the security guard? Where was everyone? Why was it so deserted? Maka didn't understand what was going on. Either way, she ran toward the door only to find it locked.

She shook on the door handles hard, hoping they would open, but they wouldn't even budge. Maka started crying again as she began to hit on the door glass with all her might. "Why are they locked?! Why!? Someone open the door!?"

Then she heard footsteps. They were coming closer toward her. She slowly turned her head to make eye contact with two red eyes that were glowing in the darkness. She screamed again, her heart pounding faster than ever. Was she really going to die? Was she going to get killed by a vampire? Why couldn't someone come save her? "Don't come near me! Stay away! Stay away!"

"Didn't I tell you?" He said, but Maka couldn't see him. She could only see his red eyes glowing in the darkness. She could only hear his footsteps getting closer and closer. "You can't run from me. Everything you're doing is pointless."

Without saying another word, Maka continued to shake the door with all her might until the lock suddenly clicked opened. Before she had a chance to run out, she heard Soul's voice right by her ear. "There you go. I unlocked it for you."

"Stop it!" Maka yelled at him as she tried to push him away. Of course, she didn't feel anything. He wasn't there. It was only his voice. Crying from the bottom of her lungs, Maka opened the door and stepped out into fresh air. A gust of wind immediately hit her face before she looked up to look at the moon. What was going to happen to her? Would Soul still chase her out here?

Without another moment of hesitation, Maka began to run again. She ran as fast as she could, despite her short heels, down the sidewalk and before she knew it she had passed right by her mother's hospital. She needed to get away from there. She didn't want Soul to go towards her mother as well. She was the only thing Maka had left. If she was going to die, then she might as well let her mother live. Soul couldn't go after her.

Where was she suppose to hide then? Where was she suppose to go? Even if she wanted to go home, she couldn't. She had left both her cellphone and her keys in her purse and she had dropped her purse in Soul's office. There was no way she was going to go back there. She wanted to get away as far as possible from Soul and from the Evans Company. If she ever made it out alive, she would make sure to quit that horrid place and to never show up there again. She would just have to find another job elsewhere.

Maka tried to catch her breath as she leaned herself against a light post. She looked around carefully, observing the empty streets with her shaking eyes. Where was he? Where was Soul hiding? Was he still following her? Running out of air to breath, Maka gasped when she noticed Soul standing across the street from her. He had his hands in his pockets and he was staring at her with his bright glowing red eyes. He smirked at her, showing her his fangs before he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

That's when Maka started running again as she mentally panicked to herself. Where was she suppose to go? She couldn't go home because she didn't have her keys. She couldn't call any of her friends for help because she didn't have her cellphone. Before she realized it, her legs were running toward Kid's house. She just hoped he was home.

Unlike her, Kid didn't live in a studio apartment. He was a rich little boy and he was extremely spoiled by his parents since he was the only child. To say that his parents had paid his entire tuition for college and they got him a two story house. There were times that Maka envied him. She was drowned in debts and she could barely even pay off the bills. Still, she rather be drowned in debts and in loans than dead. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die in the hands of a monster.

When Maka finally made to Kid's house, which was located on the side of the road along with other similar houses, she hurriedly walked up to the front door and started banging on it with her fists. She wanted to be inside already. She wanted to get away from Soul and from everything. She wanted to wake up from her living nightmare. With tears in her eyes, Maka slowly turned her head. Soul wasn't there, but that didn't mean he wasn't around. Was he still following her? Would he come out in any second to slit her throat?

Maka continued to knock on the door each time louder. "Please be home, Kid!" She exclaimed to herself as she felt a cold gust of wind hit her face. "Please open the door already! Why won't you open the door?!"

Then she finally got a response. She heard some footsteps coming from inside and nothing made her happier than seeing Kid opening the door, in his pajamas and slippers. "Maka? What are you doing here?" He rubbed his golden eyes before giving her another good look. "Maka? What in the world happened to you?"

She didn't have time to explain and she wasn't going to wait for Kid to invite her inside. Maka marched right inside her house, followed by Kid. She nervously began to pace in his huge living room. What had she done? She had come here without thinking. Not only had she just woken up Kid, but she had also exposed him to Soul, the vampire. What was she suppose to do now? Was she suppose to hide in here forever? Biting her lips, Maka began to cry again in her own panic before hearing Kid's voice.

"Maka? What's wrong?" He asked her as he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. She was with him. Maka could see Kid standing before her. She wasn't alone, but she was still terrified. She didn't know what Soul would be capable of doing just to get to her. "Why are you like this? What happened, Maka? Why are you here so late?"

She couldn't stop trembling. She couldn't get herself to calm down. Even though she wasn't running anymore, she was still having trouble breathing. Pushing him away, Maka began to pace in his living room again. She couldn't settle down. She didn't know what to do. "Kid!" Maka suddenly said, walking toward him. "There's a vampire that's trying to kill me!"

"There's a what?" Kid repeated with disbelief. He started to look at her like if she was crazy. "Maka, do you know what you're saying?"

"Of course I do!" Maka exclaimed, running her hands to her forehead. "There's vampire out there that's trying to kill me! He's out there, Kid! I know he is! He's trying to kill me, Kid! I swear he is! I don't know what to do! I don't know what I'm suppose to do! He's probably outside waiting for me! Oh my god! What am I going to do?! How am I going to get home like this?! I don't want to die!"

"Maka! Calm down!" Kid grabbed her shoulders again, but this time he grabbed them more tightly and more firmly. He placed his hands over her cheeks as he began to wipe away her tears with his thumbs. Maka could tell that he was trying to calm her down, but it was useless. Her heart was still pounding louder than ever before. "Maka, just calm down and take a deep breath. You're just imagining things. There are no such thing as vampires. They only exist in fairy tales, Maka. Try to calm down. I'm sure it was just your imagination."

"How can you tell me something like that?!" Maka yelled at him with frustration, slapping his hand away. He didn't believe her. He didn't believe her words. What had she expected? Of course, he wasn't believe in the existence of vampires. She didn't believe in them either until a few moments ago. Still, couldn't he see her fear? Wasn't that enough proof to know that she was saying the truth?

"I saw him, Kid! I saw that thing with my very two eyes!" Maka began as she sat down in Kid's sofa. She began to stare at her hands with horror. "I saw him. He was covered in blood, sucking blood from a woman. Then, he saw me. He noticed me standing there. I discovered his secret, his true identity. He tried to kill me, Kid! He really did try! He was trying to choke me! He was trying to suffocate me! I can still feel his cold hands around my neck."

"Maka," Kid said to her, sitting down next to her. He placed his hand over her shoulder as he tried to calm her down once again. He still didn't believe her. He still didn't believe what she was saying. "I think your lack of sleep is starting to get to you. I mean, you've been staying up way too late and that isn't good for your health. You're too stressed out, Maka. Why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep? I'm sure tomorrow you'll feel much better."

"Why don't you believe me?!" Maka began to cry again as she gripped tightly onto his shirt. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would believe her. "Soul Evans is a vampire and he attacked me! He tried to kill me, Kid! He wants to kill me! I know he's out there probably waiting for me! I'm not making this up. I swear I'm not. I wish it was a nightmare, but it isn't. He was chasing after me. He was following me from work. I swear he was. I swear."

"Maka," Kid said with a sigh as he stood up from the sofa. "There are no such thing as vampires. They're made up. They only exist in books and in your imagination. Try to calm down, Maka. I'm going to go make some tea, okay? We'll get to the bottom of this."

"You think I'm making all this up?" Maka asked him with discouragement. Kid was born with intelligence. He was the smartest person Maka knew, but he only believed in facts. He would never believe in some supposedly mythological creature like the vampire. He would never believe that she was being chase down by one. "I really did see him. He was right in front of me, his hands grabbing my neck tightly. I can still feel his bright red eyes staring at me. I can still sense his heavy presence. I don't know what to do."

"I'm going to go make you some tea." He repeated again like if she hadn't heard him the first time. "Try to calm down, Maka. Everything is going to be okay. You're with me. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Maka wished she could believe him, but she couldn't. Soul was a vampire, he was a monster. They didn't stand a chance against him. He would tear them to shreds in seconds. She and Kid were just humans. Did they even stand a chance? Either way, Kid didn't believe her and he thought she was just making everything up. Sighing to herself, Maka tried to stop herself from crying. Kid probably thought she going crazy. He was probably starting to regret ever going out with her out at all.

When Kid came back, he had a cup of tea in his hands. He handed it to Maka and she took it from him carefully. A cup of tea wasn't going to save her life. A cup of tea wasn't even enough to calm her down. Her heart was still thumping loudly and her palms were still sweaty. Even so, Maka managed to chug down her tea.

What was she suppose to do now? Why didn't Kid try to believe her? If it would have been her mother, then they probably would have gathered all the onions and all the crosses around the house to defend themselves. Of course, her mother wasn't the one there with her. She was still in the hospital, fighting for her life. Little did she know that her own daughter was also fighting for her life.

"Why don't you go upstairs and rest a little bit? You look exhausted. I'm sure some sleep will do you some good." Kid told her with a smile as he caressed her hair. "We'll talk tomorrow when you're feeling calmer."

Maka hesitated as she looked at him with disappointment. What choice did she have? She couldn't go home now. She was afraid she would have another run in with Soul. She would just have to leave in the morning when the sun is out. She had read in several books that vampires were vulnerable to sunlight, so that would be her perfect chance to get out. "Alright." Maka finally replied as she wiped away her tears for the millionth time. Rubbing her eyes, Maka got up from the sofa and turned to look at Kid. "Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone."

"Of course I'll stay with you." He told her, giving her a peck on the cheek. They both headed up stairs and walked into his room. She headed toward his bed, but he walked toward his desk that was piled up with books and papers. "Get some sleep, Maka. I'm just going to study for a little while."

Sitting down on top of his bed, Maka looked out his window, but quickly turned her gaze down to the floor. She didn't want to see Soul again. She didn't want to see those red frightening eyes that had pierced right through her skin. She laid down on Kid's bed and quickly placed the blankets over her body. She curled herself and closed her eyes, hoping she could just forget about everything.

There was no way in hell she was ever becoming Soul's assistant. There was no way she was going to keep working for the Evan's Company. If she manages to make it through the night alive, Maka would make sure to quit working for the Evan's Company. She didn't want to be the same building with that monster. She didn't want to hand herself over to a vampire. She would make sure to give Joe Buttataki her letter of resignation and she would make sure to leave Death City forever. She would just have to transfer her mother to another hospital or she would just have to come visit her every now and then instead of everyday.

Why did that have to happen to her so suddenly? Was Soul really a vampire? Maka groaned silently to herself, making sure to not face the window. Why did she accept Joe's errand? Why did she walk into Soul's office without knocking first? She regretted so many things, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She would just have to hope that Soul would leave her alone. She sure wasn't going to bother him again either. She would make sure to keep her distance from him forever.

She was lucky that she had gotten away from him at all. He seemed so determined to kill her and it seemed like he had been enjoying her agony. Then, what about that other woman? Was she alive? Maka tried to take Soul out of her mind, but she couldn't. Every time she closed her eyes, an image of his pointy fangs and his bright red eyes would appear, sending chills down her spine.

From the bottom of her heart, Maka hoped Soul would leave her alone.

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Humans.

They were filthy disgusting creatures that strived the Earth and Soul hated them. Still, there was something different about that woman, Maka Albarn. There was something different that Soul had never sensed in another human; it was the smell of her blood. The smell of her blood intrigued him, tempted him, captivated him. Was that the reason why he let her go? Was that the reason why he decided to let her live so he could get a taste of her blood later?

It was so strong. He had noticed that when he had her pinned down to the floor. He could smell it running through her veins. He noticed her sweet blood since she first stepped into his office. The more terror he inflicted in her, the stronger the smell became and the more Soul felt like tasting her. He followed her. He followed her scent until she went inside a house, terrified and tormented.

Why? It didn't make sense to him at all. She wasn't beautiful. Heck, she was one of the most unsightly looking humans he had ever seen. There was nothing great about her. She had no body. She was flat chested. She wore horrible clothing, no sense of fashion at all. So why did she have such good smelling blood? Why could he smell her sweet blood even though it was still inside her body? That had never happened before. He had never come across such a human before.

He hated himself for being so interested, for being so curious about a human. He should have just killed her off when he had a chance. Now, he would have to wait until tomorrow, when the sun sets. Even if he wanted too, he wouldn't be able to get inside the house without an invitation. In other words, there was nothing left for him to do there.

Even so, he remained on the roof, staring up at the sky. His life was just so pointless, so meaningless. Life as a vampire wasn't all it cracked up to be and he remembered the days when he actually wanted to be a human. Sure humans were weak and pathetic, their bodies easily get torn and they can't fend off anything. Still, humans were able to feel more emotions. They were able to cry and laugh. They were able to feel sadness and happiness. They were able to feel love. That was something a vampire could probably never understand.

Of course, that was back when he was young. Now, Soul knew that none of that mattered. Vampires only existed to feed on humans and to make their lives miserable. Vampires didn't need something stupid like that. He didn't need to have those sorts of feelings to live. He just needed power and pleasure. Nothing else mattered to him.

Then again, this was the first time in many years that Soul was actually enjoying himself. That woman had given him some nice minutes of entertainment and chasing her down had probably been one the most amusing things he had done in the last few years. It brought him great satisfaction to see her run in terror and begging for her life.

Why didn't he kill her, though? He had had his chance and yet, he let her go. Did he actually feel sorry for her? Did he actually pity her for being born as a human? Sticking his hands into his pockets, Soul slowly closed his eyes as he let the breeze swirl around his body.

What would his superior say about this? He would definitely bite his head off for letting a human who knew about vampires go. He would probably order him to either kill her or suppress her memories. For the moment, he couldn't do either of them. But then again, what fun would that be? That woman had entertained him and if he just killed her off, then he would just go back to his regular boring life. That didn't sound enjoyable at all.

Also, a part him wanted to keep her close. He wanted to taste that blood. It was true that she wasn't his type. In fact, if she hadn't shown up again in his office then he probably wouldn't have gone after her at all. It was her blood. He could still remember the sweet smell and he could almost imagine himself tasting it. What would it taste like? How did the blood of that woman taste like?

He always praised himself for drinking the blood of only the prettiest finest woman, claiming they had the best taste. What would the blood of an ugly ordinary woman taste like? Would it be any different? Soul was dying to know and he didn't know if he could wait until tomorrow to find out. Before killing her off, he would just have to remind himself to get a sip. Of course, unless he decides to drain her dry first. Whatever the case was, Soul was going to make sure he got a taste of her blood. He deserved it after all.

With that on his mind, Soul stepped onto the edge of the house. Looking down at the ground, he closed his eyes again and he unintentionally got whiff of her scent since it was all over the place. He smirked to himself, licking his lips with fascination.

Finally. He had something to look forward to.

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