Turn the Tables

Hey, guys. I realize that it's been nearly a year since I've even touched this story, and I have to admit that- wow, it feels like it hasn't been that long. Anyways, just a few weeks ago, I actually considered bringing an end to the story with a long summary of what was originally planned for the rest of the plot, but I then decided not to, because... I don't know why. Also, my style of writing has changed during this past year. I probably won't apply a lot of that style, if you could say it like that, into my writing. Well... you'll see.

Anyways, please enjoy this and thanks for reading. It's good to be back.

Hours have passed.

The thumping outside my door has ceased for quite a while now, though Rin had to admit that Len— ahem, Lenny— does have a lot of energy. He had been beating the shit out of the door for about two hours or so, and she was actually pretty surprised that the door hadn't been ripped from its hinges yet. After all, she had to admit, with Lenny being the prideful vampire— or should she say vampie— he is, she honestly thought he wouldn't have gave up until he knocked the door down.

But more importantly, after his rampage ceased, she began to realize that she had nearly forgotten about the real issue at hand.

If I hadn't guessed wrong, then I'd say that the reason why I'm here is because Father sacrificed me, if I could call it that, to Len. And… that deal of theirs had been made ten years ago.

Wait a second.

That was when Mother died.

Why, Father?! Why didn't you tell me about this fucking deal years ago?! Why did you hide this secret away from me?! Why—

BAM!

Rin jumped, surprised by the abrupt noise. It was then that she noticed that she had kicked the— her bed. It was funny how she almost forgot, just for a second, that this was her new home now. The blonde blinked, and for once, she finally took notice of her environment.

The room was pulchritudinous, as the walls were defined with elaborate, stunning wallpaper, and every piece of furniture were embellished with fine patterns and expensive fabric. Everything— including simple objects like the toothbrush and floss in the bathroom— were of high quality and value.

Hmm… why the fuck is this toothbrush— no way! Is it made of gold? Platinum? Is that even safe for me to use?! And floss… oh, goodness. Why is it shiny?! Damn it all, Lenny! Are any of these things even safe to use?! She inquired, inspecting the two objects with fascination and suspicion before giving up and returning to her bedroom. But it didn't take long for her thoughts to stray back to the previous matter at hand.

Oh.

Father doesn't know that Mother died. Or to be more accurate, he doesn't want to admit it. I suppose that's why he spent all those years telling me that Mother has "sent him another letter"Maybe Father doesn't want to tell me about this whole thing, because he fears the inevitable— the truth. But still, why didn't he tell me about this? Why did he choose to shove it away in a corner and forget about it?

Because he knows.

Knows what?

He knows you will fight back and run away. He knows well enough that you can't stand being tied down like that.

What are you exactly trying to imply?

You know exactly what I mean, Rin.

No, I don't. Rin angrily bit on her lips, her anger seeping as she pondered what her subconscious— if that was what it was— was trying to tell her. The taste of copper— of blood— immediately tinged her taste buds, and something about it made her body shiver… though she wasn't sure if the reaction was a positive or negative one. Care to clarify it for me?

You're strong, Rin, and despite that being your strength, it also weighs you down.

Riddles. Exactly what I need. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me or can you just leave me alone now?

Your power makes you vulnerable. It makes you prone to the world around you— makes your mind perform rashly.

What… What do you mean?

Are you really that naïve? Did you not see how awfully you treated your father? Do you not see how you just brushed him aside without considering what he thinks? That he only wants to—

Shut up. Shut up, you fucking piece of shit! The blonde mentally snarled out, her teeth applying more pressure on her lips. She had a feeling that she left a horrible gash, but she didn't care at the moment. All her mind could comprehend was shut up, shut up, shut up.

See what I mean? You lose it so easily when someone criticizes you. You can't take what others have to say to you. Your stubbornness… it might seem like a small flaw, but it could cost you—

Shut up and get out of my mind! Get the fuck out of—

I am you, Rin. No matter how much you want me out of there, I won't escape.

No… you're not me at all! Quit trying to convince me otherwise! So get the hell out of my brain!

Do you really think you can destroy a part of yourself? Whether or not you want to admit it or not, you cannot avoid the obvious. After all, you can only suppress yourself for so long. This is you, whether you like it or not.

The female growled out angrily, and had she not been so caught up in her frustration, she would have noticed how her vocals seemed almost animalistic. The only thing that seemed to reach her ears, however, was her snarls of rage in an otherwise silent atmosphere.

Shut up, you freaking voice! You're not me! You're not—

"Ah! Why, you piece of shit, I'll—"

She halted when she felt it.

Pain.

Amongst her tirade, she hadn't paid any cognizance to her physical actions, and her ignorance rewarded her with a large, dark bruise on her right hand. It was nearly black, and it contrasted with her skin to the extent where she couldn't help but feel as if the bruise itself was like a seed that had began to grow on her skin. She felt that if she was to apply more pressure or pain upon it, then it would only make it flourish and spread. Rin applied a soft amount of pressure on the bruise, and she felt that familiar spark of pain shoot through her spine again.

She glanced around the room. It was then that Rin realized that she had been throwing objects around. Her bag, altered from its prior position on the bed, was now carelessly slumped against a dresser, and the bed sheets were now messily strewn about the lush carpet. A pulchritudinous, glass vase had been smashed on the ground, the shards glistening in the moonlight. The mattress had altered from its position on the bed frame to the point where it appeared to almost fall off the bed. Her massage chair in the corner was now dented, and thanks to Rin's abuse to the water fountain, the floor was now wet.

Shit. How much noise did I make? Damn, if I get any louder, then Len's gonna hear! I don't want him to know what—

"Rin? What do you think you're doing in there?!"

Bah. Too late.

"Rin! Answer me! What in the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Shut up! I don't have to answer to you!"

"You will answer to me, or I will break down this door!"

"Hah! Like hell you can! Who's the fucker who took about two hours tryin' to beat down the door?!"

"…Shut up!"

Bingo. I've found your weak spot, Lenny.

"Well, well… looks like Lenny's too full of it to admit weakness, eh?"

"I'm not! I… didn't build this fucking house, because if I did, I would've been able to break in just a second."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Lenny."

"You dare not to believe me?"

"No, your highness. I do not understand, so please clarify it oh-so-sweetly for me, would you?"

"Don't you play dumb with me."

"But Onii-san~"

"What kind of fetish do you have?!"

"Eh, I really don't have any. It's just a joke, so chill."

Len cleared his throat, and judging by the tone of it, he seemed slightly irked.

"Ahem, I just want to ask you to join me for din—"

"Did someone just say food?!"

"I believe the word you're looking for is dinner, my lady."

"Oh, whatever, Lens! I want food now! Hungry, hungry, hungry! Godzilla Rinny is coming for ya, baby!"

The door swung open with a bang. Rin bolted out eagerly, and she heavily stomped-dash— that's not even a word— and completely disregarded the blonde that she had sent yelping like a fangirl. Luckily for him, Rin didn't seem to notice— or maybe she didn't care— so he had time to compose himself and rearrange his crumpled clothes.

By the time he arrived at the dinner table, Rin was gobbling down steak as if she hadn't ate it in weeks. The male let out a snort of annoyance and cleared his throat, still flustered from the female's sudden jog to the table.

Crunch, crunch…

"My lady, had I known that you were so hungry, I would have planned for the dinner to be made earlier."

Crunch, crunch, crunch…

"I can't have a guest, especially a lady starve herself now, can I? It would seem that I have failed to show proper etiquette to an entrancing young lady such as yourself, and it has only been your first night here."

Crunch, crunch…

"It would seem that I have displayed such poor mannerisms, and I would like to sincerely apologize for that, my dear. After all, a woman's health is most important to her, no?"

Crunch, crunch…

"…Rin, would you care to pay attention to me? I am apologizing for my irrational behavior, and you're gobbling on your second plate of chicken! Dear Jesus, did you finish the entire plate of steak? It took me several months to hunt the finest livestock that was available in this country, and you've eaten it all! Have you—"

"Oh, quit gobbling like a French turkey, Lenny. This attitude certainly doesn't match you at all."

"You will not tell me such, Rin. I can easily kill you here and now, do you not know? I am Lendrella Kadameska, son of the great Moosewood the 444th. I will never, ever allow a lady to speak to me in such a disrespectful manner. Unless you want me to strangle that tempting neck, then—"

"Just shut up and eat, Bimbo."

"Have you not heard a single word I've said?!" Len advanced towards the female, his eyes narrowed and his fangs baring out in vision.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me eat now, Romeo—"

The male let out a snarl of impatience and lunged out at Rin. Despite her reflexes, she had been too distracted amidst her consummation of pastries and was immediately sent back from the abrupt blow dealt. But she managed to snap back to the current situation and tried to pry the hissing male away from her. For some odd reason, however, Len managed to channel more energy through his body and used it to pin the female down on the floor, her body firmly trapped beneath his. He was face-to-face to the blonde, and they were both panting, their breaths visible in the cold, dark air. The ambience was now filled with thick tension, and Rin interrupted it, unable to bear the silence any longer.

"What are you doing? Get off me."

Her tone was no longer merry; instead, it was replaced with a stern edge of wariness and caution. Rin's hair was now tousled messily about her face, and she was glaring at the opposing teen with a look akin to resentment. Her aquamarine eyes gleamed in the moonlight, as if they had been gems instead, and the SHINee T-shirt had ridden up a little— not enough to reveal any part of her stomach, but just enough to send Len's senses on a rampage.

His nostrils flared at the smell— no, the aroma— of her blood coursing through those veins. It was pure and delicious— after all, the girl was so young… and children's blood are the most sweetest. It was the reason why mosquitoes tended to feed off children rather than adults— they were sweeter and more vulnerable. As for Rin, he knew she was just perfect. The piquancy of it all made his heart tremble in excitement, but despite the fact that he was rather mesmerized and enchanted by it, he still felt unease.

Something was off about her.

Sure, her aroma was sweet— no doubt about it— but something felt off about it. Somehow, she smelled… different. She seemed to be more saccharine than most organisms he had fed off of before, and the unknown feeling of desperate, raw hunger and thirst was eating him away quicker than he had ever experienced before.

No— no, this wasn't supposed to be happening.

He had just fed the past hour, and he had made sure that he consumed more than enough blood to quench his thirst— so he could restrain himself. He didn't want to kill her— not yet. This girl… she was too special. Len wanted to savor her, little by little, until she succumbed to his power and submitted herself to him. In other words, he almost yearned to treasure her.

What a peculiar thought.

At that moment, however, his head managed to break away from the alluring trance and shifted his focus back to Rin.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?"

Did he just—? You better not be saying what I thought you were saying!

"You heard me. Take off your shirt."

"No! You disgusting pervert, if you dare touch me, I'll—"

The infuriated male tore off the female's shirt, revealing her tank top beneath. He then bared his fangs wider and ripped through the thin material with ease. Len growled out at Rin afterwards, his eyes wild with fury…

Just like the animal he really is.

"Don't you dare wear any of those T-shirts around here anymore! And if you flaunter those promiscuous posters or accessories around, I'll fucking burn them all, so you better get them out of my sight!"

"You don't have any goddamned right to do that, you fucking asshole! Whatever happened to the whole treating me like a guest, huh?! Geez, was that stupid speech all for nothing or what?! Besides, I'm free to do whatever I want, and you can't—"

"Don't you dare..." the male snarled abruptly, his anger made furiously prominent by the alternation of his tone. His vocals were now deeper— animalistic, dangerous— and his claws were now wrapped around Rin's neck, stroking the contours of her throat. He couldn't help it— couldn't help this burning fire… these tides of flames that overtook his heart so easily. The blonde female struggled against Len's grip, trying to break away from him and retrieve her dagger to protect herself, but he spared her no room to escape. Still, his fingers didn't cease their motion, and Rin couldn't stop the strong waves of shivers surging through her body.

"Don't you think that you can oppose me, my lady. You haven't realized what you've been dealing with all this time, have you? You don't realize what dark forces that you have chosen to defy?! I can kill you if I fucking want to right now!"

"Then why don't you just do it already?! Fuck, do you think I enjoy being here?! As hilarious as it is to tease you, I don't fucking want to be here!"

Len hissed out at her reply, and his hand applied more pressure on her throat to the extent where it felt like he was almost choking her.

"Unh, y-you stupid a-asshole… st-stop it!"

"Silly girl. If I wanted to fucking kill you, I would've done it by now! I would've eaten you and left your bloody corpse in the forest! And it's rare that I ever spare any girl for longer than one night!"

"Then why spare me?!"

"Because I want some fun with you! A rare prize like you deserves to savored, not shoved down one's throat!"

"S-So, this is just n-nothing more than a-a game to you, eh?" Rin panted, glowering at the statuesque male with abhorrence. She angrily clawed at his hand, desperate to show to him a lesson, but to no avail.

"Does it even matter at this point? And you better not dare defy me again! Don't you cast me out or else I'll show what I'm really capable of!"

"P-Please… you couldn't e-even break d-down a door in y-your own home."

The vampire roared at her insult, and the pressure applied to her throat intensified the point where she could feel herself suffocating.

"I'm a vampire, Rin, or have you forgotten? I'm a creature of the dark— a creature of empowerment and beauty. I am one of humanity's major weaknesses. After all, your kind has long been obsessed with beauty… and it is that what brings them to their impending doom. It is they who throw themselves at me! It is they who cannot sate their lust and their greed! How did you think that all those young females went missing from year to year without warning or explanation?! It is because of their hunger— their foolish need for sex!"

"Hff… wh-what does that… h-have to d-do with me? Why d-do I care who… y-you fuck a-around with?!"

"You will not speak in such a tone with me! I demand respect, and you will offer me it. It would seem to me that you are ignorant of the fact that you're dealing with a vampire! I can break you, Rin, and I can make the process… slow and torturous."

Suddenly, Len released his hold on her throat, his other hand still pinning her down, and she used that opportunity to turn away and gasp for air. Rin averted her gaze back to the male before her, only to notice that his eyes were now a deep shade of red.

L-Like blood.

It was then that she noticed the male's calculating gaze on her. The blonde eyed her as if she was supposed to be his next dinner rather than a person. Before she could even think about doing anything else, the male outstretched his fingers and resumed stroking the nape of her neck. Rin shuddered, feeling the uncomfortable, enticing feeling wash over her body again.

Calm down, Rin. If you don't retort back, h-he won't hurt you. C-Come on, girl, calm d-down. I-Ignore his fingers. Ignore that feeling. Y-You can do it. You c-can—

Rin, don't you hate it? Don't—

Shit, shit, shit! Why now of all times?! G-Get out of my head! Now!

Don't you hate feeling helpless like this? Don't you hate being a damsel in distress, Rin? And it's all because of your cute knight.

Shut up! He's not my knight, and I-I'm not weak! Now get outta here! I-I can't fucking concentrate when Len's t-touching me like this! And you're not calming me down at all!

Oh, Rin… Should you even be calm in a moment like this? He's making you feel such unknown pleasure, isn't he? You have no reason to be calm about any of this. You should be fighting back, and you definitely should feel stronger than this. You have no reason to be helpless at all.

N-No, I refuse to. Nothing good will e-ever come out of this, a-and I don't have energy for this. H-He's…

Rin gasped, cutting off her thought, as her uneven breaths rattled her chest. The male suddenly found an extremely sensitive spot on her nape, and a wide, sadistic grin outstretched his lips. The vampire continuously rubbed on the sensitive spot before advancing onto her. He leaned in and positioned his lips near her throat. The reaction was instant. Rin's body slightly arched, and she tried even harder to escape, but Len's grip remained as firm as steel. He then breathed upon the nape of her neck and lightly brushed his lips against her sensitive skin. His fangs carefully grazed upon her throat, but the teen surprisingly did not attempt to seek for blood.

A-Anh… wh-why is h-he d-doing this? It feels s-so, so st-strange… Why a-am I-I enjoying this? F-Feels s-so f-foreign. Too g-good.

He's spending a lot of energy into all this as well. A girl like you is more powerful than she appears, and this boy needs to be aware of it, don't you think?

I-I don't want to. Please… j-just leave.

Of course. But remember, Rin, whenever you need me, you just need to ask.

"L-Len… please let me go," she croaked out, a faint whisper escaping her lips.

Her eyelids fluttered, and all she could feel was the pleasure burning and tingeing on her neck. The teen's strength began to wane, and her body felt rather limp.

Ecstasy… it feels so strange— so g-good. P-Please, just stop it. I-It's all so surreal… s-so strange. I really d-don't understand i-it.

"If that is what you desire… my lady," the blonde whispered, pulling his lips away. He released her hands and stood up, his cold, lustful gaze never once leaving her eyes. A seductive grin creased his lips as he gracefully walked away, leaving a shivering, stunned Rin on the dining room floor.

"Good night, love. I'll be looking forward towards your next visit."

What… w-was that?