Soul Eater

I started typing this story like around 10:30 and now, it's passed two. Seriously, I get distracted so easily and it doesn't help that I keep getting up to get something to eat. Still, my dad is making himself some waffles. I guess this is what happens when mom goes out of town for a week. We stay up as long as we want to and eat at whatever time we want to.

Anyways, I would like to thank all my readers, reviewers, followers, ect.! Thank you for all the support! So, please excuse my grammatical errors and I hope this chapter meets your expectations!

Temptations

Chapter 8 - Blame

It was his fault. Everything was his fault. Her life had turned into a living hell because of him. She could still feel his sharp fangs piercing inside her neck and she could feel his cold hands holding down her body. His bright red eyes were still vividly present inside her mind and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of the fear he had been inflicted upon her. She was terrified. She was afraid he would come back to bite her again. He had giving her a warning about it, but she hoped he was just bluffing with her.

Maka opened her eyes to find her room pitch dark. Only a small ray of sunlight peeked in through the window and she couldn't help but wonder what time it was. She sat up, but she immediately leaned her hands on the mattress when she felt the room spinning in circles. It was clearly morning or past morning, so she didn't understand why she still felt like crap. Just how much blood had Soul taken from her? Maka coughed before she slowly scooted her body toward the edge of the bed. Her vision was still a little blurry, but she didn't know if that was because of the room's darkness.

She stood up, but her legs wobbled violently and she almost lost her balance. She stumbled toward the dresser, holding herself up with one of the of the drawers' handles. She felt sick and she didn't exactly know what was going on with her body. Then, she suddenly felt pain coming from the side of her neck, from the exact spot where Soul had bitten her last night. Maka lifted her hand and placed it over her wound to find it hot and swollen. What exactly had he done to her?

Shaking her head, Maka managed to walk over to the window. She pulled the curtains open to let in some light and with that, she started looking around for her phone. She was distraught to find it on the floor, but it shocked her even more to realize that it was almost about to be six...in the evening. She had slept for almost 18 hours.

Maka gulped as began to look around the room with terror. There was still enough sun left. If she hurried, she could escape before Soul came back. Realizing the challenges, Maka charged toward her suitcase as fast as she could. She couldn't afford to lose any time. As far as she knew, Soul was busy taking care of some vampire business. He probably wasn't going to come until night had fallen. That's how it had worked yesterday. Still, in that moment, it didn't matter to her. She needed to get back to Death City as soon as she could. She couldn't afford to stay with Soul Evans any longer.

With that on her mind, Maka took off her pajama and changed into some clothes. She still felt a bit dizzy and her body felt weak, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She needed to leave. She needed to go back to Death City before Soul came back and she had brought just enough money to buy a plane ticket. Maka went around her room and stashed her things inside the suitcase. The longer she stayed there, the more afraid she became. Every now and then, she would turn back to look at the window, making sure Soul wasn't watching her.

When she was finally finished, Maka quickly tied up her hair in a bun and placed her glasses over her nose. She grabbed her small suitcase before she headed to the door. She peeked out into hallway and after making sure that no one was around, Maka quietly sneaked out. She knew she would get in big trouble if she was caught leaving, but getting caught was not part of her plan. She just needed to get down to the lobby and once she was surrounded with people, she would be safe for the most part. Soul probably wouldn't try do anything rash if they were surrounded with people.

Maka made it to the elevator and she quickly pressed the button that would take her to the bottom floor. She nervously looked around, afraid that Soul would pop out in front of her in any moment. She pressed the button a few more times, hoping it would hurry up. She could feel her hands quivering with fear while her palms were dripping with sweat. She needed to get out of there. She needed to go home and find a way to end her terrifying nightmare. Maka waited impatiently for another couple of seconds. When the elevator doors finally slid open, Maka quickly dashed inside, pushing some people that were getting out.

Pressing another button, Maka watched the doors close with relief. She had managed to make it that far without being caught and she hoped she would be able to keep that up. Still, that didn't make her any less nervous. She was a plain human after all and Soul was a vampire, a monster that liked making her suffer. Maka placed her hands over the side of her neck again, feeling the same pain. The other people that were accompanying her in the elevator looked at her strangely as she silently cursed and gritted her teeth.

Could it be that she was still feeling the after effects? Could it be she had slept for so long because Soul bit her mercilessly? Maka looked up at the ceiling, watching the small lights flash on with every floor they passed. In a few minutes, she would be hoping inside a taxi and driving herself away to the airport. Soul wouldn't be able to catch her by then. Even if he was capable of tracking her down, it would be too late by then.

She knew it was a horrible idea, but she just needed to do something. She couldn't live under her fear forever. She had to risk and take a chance if she ever wanted to live normally again. Then again, after everything she had experienced and seen, Maka doubted she would ever live normally again. Even if she did manage to leave New York, Soul would hunt her down in Death City and she knew he wouldn't stop until she was under his submission again. She knew his secret. She knew too much and Soul was never going to let her leave because of that. He would probably kill her first.

When the elevator finally reached the bottom floor, Maka rushed out before everyone else. She had made it to the lobby. Now the only thing she needed to do was make it out the door. Even though she was in a hurry, Maka tried to stay as calm as possible. She couldn't raise any suspicion. She went to the reception lady to check out before she finally started heading toward the door.

The minute she stepped outside she felt a rough wind blowing on her skin. She looked around and was a bit surprised to find the area lonelier than usual. She gulped before she started heading toward the main street. She needed to get on a taxi before her plan was completely ruined. The sun was already starting to set and it wouldn't be long before Soul showed up. Then again, she wasn't entirely sure if he watching her in that moment.

"Hey." Maka's body immediately froze. There was someone standing behind her. She could clearly see their shadow hovering above hers. Maka gulped and closed her eyes. She was just too afraid to turn around. "We've been waiting for you all day."

Maka turned around to find three men standing behind her with a grin. She looked at them carefully before realizing that they were the people she had encountered in the meeting the day before. However, they weren't wearing their tacky and tight suits anymore. In fact, they were dressed more like thugs. Maka smirked to herself since the research she had collected about them had been correct.

"Oh and why is that? Are you still pursuing that partnership?" Maka asked them as she lifted an eyebrow. She didn't have time to deal with them, but she didn't have much of a choice. "Well, you should give up on it already. There's no way the Evans Company is going to make a deal with your company. If you need more reasons, then I'll be more than glad to give them to you. So, instead of wasting your time, why don't you just leave. It's pointless and you're not going to convince me."

"We know that, hag." He told her, raising his voice in a very surprising manner. A sly smirk appeared in his face and when Maka took a step back, she felt something hard slightly touching her spine. She tilted her head to find a very intimidating man standing right behind her. Her hand immediately let go of her suitcase as fear entered her body again. "That's why we think it's better if we talk about this in private. What do you say?"

Maka didn't say anything. She didn't have to turn around to know that the man behind her was pointing a gun at her. He pushed it against her back as she was forced to walk forward. It wasn't long before she found herself walking down the street with them and what scared her the most was the fact that she had no idea where they were taking her. Still, what else was she suppose to do but follow them? She was being threaten once again and this time, it was being done by a group of humans. Maka looked around the area before she spotted a black car that was waiting for them.

The man that was walking behind her pushed her forward with the gun again. Maka stumbled forward before another man opened the door for her. Inside, she could see the Bryson's representative, Ethan Griffin, sitting down patiently. Maka gulped as she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. This was what she got for trying to run away. "What do you want from me?" She suddenly asked them bravely. "I don't have time to deal with you. I have somewhere important I need to be!"

"We could care less!" The guy holding the door barked at her and Maka suddenly felt another push. If Soul was really around, wouldn't he have saved her by then? Maka smirked at her own stupid thought. Why did she care? After all, she was trying to run away from him. She couldn't change her mind just because she found herself in desperate situation. There was no way she was going to depend on her aggressor after he had violated her for the fun of it. "I said get the hell inside." He yelled at her before pulling out a small pocket knife. He showed it to her and leaned forward to point it straight at her. "I won't hesitate to shove this thing up your ass."

Maka did what she was told and the minute she sat down, the guy quickly closed the door. Three seconds hadn't even passed by when the driver pushed on the gas pedal with all his might. Maka's body ascended forward from the momentum and when she regained her composure, she was surprised to find Ethan Griffin staring at her angrily. She furrowed her eyebrows at him before demanding an explanation.

"What in the world do you want from me?!" Maka hollered at him, but she calmed down when she saw a man sitting next to the driver's seat. He was dressed up in black, wearing big and dark shades. Maka leaned back as she realized she had put herself in a very dangerous situation. "Are you that desperate in forming a partnership with the Evans Company? I guess that just proves how pathetic your company really is. If we don't help you out, you're going to eventually be bought out. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the Evans Company took the Brysons from you. Their ambitious like that."

"Shut your mouth, woman." He yelled, giving her a death glare. "You're prying has gone too far. You're going to pay for messing with us. We almost had it, but you had to ruin it by opening your big mouth. The Director Evans was about to sign our contact, but you had to change his mind! Everything is your fault! It's your fault for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"

It was only until then that Maka remembered the rumors she had heard about them. Maybe it had been a bad idea to shove it in their faces. She had accused them of many things because of her own purposes, her main one being to end the meeting as fast as possible. Still, if they were carrying guns and knives around, that only confirmed the rumors that they did have some sort of involvement with the mafia. One thing she knew for sure, though, was that they were scary and threatening people.

They drove in silence for the next minutes or so before the car suddenly stopped. Maka was about survey the area when she suddenly saw the door rush open. She was pulled out rashly by the hair before she thrown down on the ground. Her body was immediately stricken with pain and before she had a chance to stand up, she felt a shoe over her head. Had that been their intention the entire time?

"You look quite nice down there." She could hear Ethan Griffin say in sarcastic voice. Her eyes snapped shut when she she felt someone picking her up by the hair again. They pushed her against a wall, her arm hitting hard against it. She opened her eyes to find Ethan Griffen standing right in front of her with a group of men behind him. They had taken her to some dark alley that was completely isolated and abandoned. No would hear her if she screamed out for help.

"Who the hell do you think you are anyways, you shitty woman." He hissed at her as he kept getting closer and closer. Then, standing right in front of her, he grabbed her neck tightly which caused her to feel a horrid pain in the spot where Soul had bitten her. "You have no right to look down on us. Just because you work for the Evans Company doesn't make you better than us. That's why we're trying to find shortcuts to reach to the top. Even if it means using illegal alternatives. I don't know where you got that information about us, but we're going to make you regret your decision."

He punched her across the face, making her fall on the ground with a thud. He grabbed her by her shirt collar before he undid her messy bun. "You know, you're not as ugly as you make yourself seem." He said, leaning down closer to her. "I could use a woman like you. How about you come work for me? I'll give you twice what you make now."

"Never." She wheezed, feeling dizzy again. Her body didn't have the strength to fight back and it was all because of Soul. If she hadn't been running away from him, she wouldn't even be caught up in such a mess. If he hadn't bit her, she wouldn't have grown so scared of him. Everything was his fault. He was the one to blame for everything. "I would never work for you or stupid company."

He smacked his lips before he dropped her on the ground once again. Even though her vision was getting blurry, Maka watched as a man handed Ethan Griffin a knife. He covered her mouth with his hand as a scary smirk appeared on his face. Maka's eyes widen while she tried to free herself from his grasp. She couldn't, though. He was strongly holding her down and being in that current condition, she was too weak to set herself free. Ethan Griffin got closer to her face and it wasn't long before Maka could feel his hot breath hitting her skin. She quickly turned around the other way, wishing someone could come and help her.

"Fine. Suit yourself." He told her in the ear, making her shiver more than she already was. "You know what this means right? You know our involvement with this secret organization. There's no way we possibly let you live. I made you a valid offer, but you turned me down without even thinking about it. If you're lucky, maybe your disappearance might make it in the newspaper."

With that being said, Maka felt him stab her on the right side of her stomach with the knife. She tried to scream, but her mouth was gagged by his hand. The pain was unbearable and she could her blood pouring out, soaking her clothing. Losing control of her breathing, Maka tried to push him off, but her hands were suddenly restrained by some of his henchmen. Ethan Griffin laughed as he pushed the knife deeper inside her. Maka groaned with pain as she felt tears escaping from her eyes. She was really going to die. She was going to die in the hands of humans.

Ethan Griffin removed the knife from her body before he looked down at her with evil shrouded in his eyes. Maka didn't know how much longer she could hold on. She could already feel the blood of pool forming underneath her. If she didn't do something, she would clearly bleed to death. She heard him laugh again before he lifted the knife in the air. "This is revenge for everything the Evans Company has ever made us go through! This is what you get for looking down on us!"

"Hold it." She heard someone say, but her consciousness was starting to slip away. Ethan Griffin quickly turned back to find Soul standing right behind one of his men. Maka's vision was blurry, but she could make out Soul's figure. She could make out his white hair and bright red eyes. "I'll take it from here."

Maka kept looking at him and she could see how he had twisted the man's arm in front of him all the way around. The guy was shrieking with either pain or fear. He was about to point the gun at him when Soul pierced his hand through his chest. The man fell dead within seconds. Ethan Griffin pointed his bloody knife at Soul before he looked at his henchmen's dead body. "What are you doing here?! We saw you leaving last night?! How?! How did you find us here?! There's no way you could have found us here?! It was suppose to be a secret!"

Maka couldn't believe what was happening, though. As she laid there with her consciousness on the line, Maka couldn't believe she was being saved from humans by a vampire.

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He could smell it. The smell of her blood was all over the place and that pissed him off to end. They were wasting it senselessly and to top it off, they were killing off the source. Soul placed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the man he had just killed. It was just one less human for him. Soul looked around to find some more men coming to that bastard's rescue. They quickly backed him up, pointing their highly equipped guns at him. Soul pretended to yawn since they're weapons were useless on him.

What he really needed to do was get Maka Albarn out of there before she really died. Then again, it was her fault for trying to escape in the first place. She was just so stupid. Did she really think she would be able to get away from that easily? Did she know that he was strong enough to sense her waking up after the long slumber he had caused her? Soul looked down at her, pitting her pathetic form. Her blood was spilling all over and he was dying to lick it right off her.

"Listen, let's make this easy for all of us." He began, taking a step forward, but the men didn't lower their weapons. Instead, they stepped forward, ready to attack. Soul tried not to laugh since everything they were doing was completely pointless. "If you get the hell out of here, I'll consider sparing your lives."

"Don't listen to him!" The bastard who had been at the meeting yelled. He grabbed one of the guys in black by the sleeve, urging him to charge. "Kill him! Just get rid of him! Don't hesitate!"

The man hesitated however and Soul decided to make his move. He zipped toward him and grabbed him by the face, not even giving him a chance to shoot. Then, he flung him across the alley, making him crash against the wall and break his neck. He fell to the ground completely knocked out and beaten. It didn't matter how many of them he killed. They were part of some illegal organization and they would never turn to the police for help. "Anyone else?"

"What are you?!" The crazy bastard shouted again, taking a step back as he got closer. "You're going to regret all of this! Shoot him, men! Shoot him down already!"

In that moment, a row of bullets came flying his way. Soul could easily dodge them, but he decided to catch them for the fun of it. With a sly smile on his face, Soul extended his palm to show them that their worthless guns weren't strong enough to put him down. "I'll say it again." He told them, dropping the bullets he caught on the ground. "Anyone else?"

"What?! What are you!? You're not human!" He yelled again before he reached down to grab Maka Albarn. He placed the knife on the side of her neck, turning to look at him with a smile full of victory. "Ah! If you take one step closer, I'll stab this bitch! That's who you came here for, right?! You came to get her?!"

Soul stopped walking as he watched Maka Albarn looking in his direction. She was still hanging on despite all the blood she had lost. However, Soul could see her struggling to keep herself awake. Blood was dripping from the side of stomach down to the ground and that was making Soul's thirst wake up again. "Is that how you want it to be then?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Fine then. I have no objections."

When he was about to fling the knife through her throat, Soul dashed to him and sliced his hand right through his guts, cutting all his vital organs. The bastard screamed in pain before his body fell back, his eyes flipping white to confirm him dead. Soul turned to look at the other guys, who were still standing around. He couldn't let them live after everything they had seen. He could easily erase their memories, but that took too much effort. Soul decided to just swat them away like the flies they were. They were just insignificant humans anyways.

Once he had taken out the trash, Soul turned to look at the woman who was still desperately fighting for her life. He kneeled in front of her before checking if she was still awake. Sure enough, he found her with her eyes peeled opened. "You-" She wheezed as blood spilled out from her mouth. "You killed them? You killed them...all? You-"

"Shut it." He told her, laying her down a bit more comfortably. "You're half dead and you're still spitting out shit. This is your fault, though. This is what happens for trying to run away from me. Now, you're going to be debt with me for saving you. I could have easily let you die."

With that being said, Soul ripped her shirt off to see the wound that had been pressed against her. It was pretty deep and she was losing blood much too quickly. "What are you doing?" She asked him with a shaky voice, her hands reaching up to push him away. "What...are you going to do to me?"

Soul didn't bother to answer and instead, he slowly bent down to lick her wound. Immediately, she groaned with pain as he started to take in some her lost blood for himself. He carefully licked around the cut as his hands held her down still. Her blood. He didn't understand why it turned him on in such a manner. It's sweetness was one of a kind and he had never tasted blood like hers. Nothing he knew could possibly even compare to it.

He closed his eyes as he continued to satisfy his thirst. Why, though? He had just fed yesterday and yet, he still found himself craving for blood. He was craving her blood specifically. If he ever let himself, he really could probably drain her dry. Soul carefully continued to lick the blood off her skin and before long, her wound slowly started to close. That was something else that Soul would never understand about vampires; they could easily heal humans.

When he was finished, Soul wiped his mouth and looked down at her. Her eyes had regained some it's color and he could even see them flickering with anger. Without him meaning to, he began to look at her body since he had ripped off her shirt. He examined her carefully, his eyes slipping down from her chest to breasts. If she hadn't been stabbed by a knife, if he probably would have fucked her. Still, he didn't have time for that. He took off his long black coat and placed it around her shoulders. He couldn't let himself give in to temptations.

Soul slowly picked her from the ground and carried her in his arms. Of course, she didn't say anything because she knew he had just saved her life. "Hold on." He told her, but she didn't bother to listen to him. Her small hands kept grabbing his coat tightly across her chest. "I'm taking you back."

With that being said, Soul jumped up to land on top of a building's roof and it was only then that Maka Albarn wrapped her arms around his neck with a shriek. He stood on top of the building, looking out at the bright city that was before him. Once again, he had failed to find anything to report back to Wes. He had spent all night and all day looking for something only to come out empty handed. Soul looked down at the woman in his hands since she was partially responsible for everything. He was going to get in big trouble for killing humans unnecessarily and he could already picture Wes chewing him out.

Even so, a part of him still couldn't believe everything he was doing for one human.

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