Sheer, fluttering curtains caught the vampire's attention, a fresh, dark thin trail of crimson at the corner of his faint, delicate, petal shaped, lips. The blonde approached the large opened window, shiny black shoes resting lightly upon the sill as he peered in, crouching like a hauntingly beautiful undead angel.
Inside the room was a girl, sleeping form covered in a pale blanket as soft moonlight spilled on her. Short, soft looking, blonde hair fell over her covered shoulders as her body subtly rose and fell with the steady, even breaths of a deep, heavy slumber. The blonde stepped into the room as if in a trance, eyes widened slightly and filled with awe as he approached the sleeping girl. He bent down silently, a faint scent tickling his nose and making his mouth water. His throat burned, dull and fiery with thirst despite having fed mere hours before and he found himself leaning in to get a deeper whiff of the girl's scent.
Immediately, the unmistakable scent of citrus overwhelmed him, along with freshly bloomed flowers.
'Mmm, she's…. His vivid eyes slipped closed in pleasure, 'heavenly.'
As if teetering on the edge of something dangerous, his eyes snapped opened in shock. The fire in his throat had flared and his mouth was close to the girl's neck. He quickly recoiled, scrambling upright…. if he still had a heartbeat, it would be pounding in horror at the unspeakable act he was about the commit. Startled at his behavior, he slowly backed away, unwilling to tear his gaze away from the girl's angelic, peaceful face, moonlight softly (… temptingly …) glinting upon her round, soft cheeks.
Only when his back brushed the wall beside the large window did the eternal fourteen year old vampire turn, exiting with an inaudible 'swoosh as the sheer curtains fluttered. A single black rose rested upon the blondes nightstand, a silent witness to the vampire's infatuation.
The blonde male narrowed his large, vivid, sapphire eyes before releasing a soft, weary sigh. Pushing his dark gray chair away from his matching desk, he rose to his feet. He'd been unable to stop thinking about the human he'd seen… fragile, breakable…. perfect. Her blood would taste so sweet.
'But her moans would taste even better.' The 'young' vampire thought…. well, he was young by most standards, having been 'reborn into eternal night' a mere 100 years ago. He entertained pleasant, vivid images of himself kissing her… soft and sweet… drawing blood and tasting the sweet crimson liquid as her narrowed eyes became glossy with pain and tears.
He pushed the delicious, blood tinged fantasies to the back his mind, feet gliding over the red velvet carpeted floor to a tall, full length mirror. He murmured his wish in Japanese to see his soulmate, watching the clear surface shimmer and ripple before revealing the girl sitting in a meadow dotted with bright flowers. She was wearing small, white earbuds connected to a rectangular player beside her feet, drawing while staring ahead, unblinking and seemingly in a trance. He smirked slyly, eyes fixed on the movement of her arm. He didn't need to look to know what she was drawing… knowing he'd see himself. Briefly he wondered if she kept the rose before feeling a warm, dull tingle on the inside of his wrist
His glanced down, unable to tear his gaze away from the girl, but he stared, eyes wide upon seeing a small rose – only half and a bright, vivid orange with the very tips colored a soothing, icy blue.
'My Soul Mark.' He remembered reading about such a thing two months after his newborn year, when he and his Sire could be sure he would destroy any books in the large, ancient underground library. His smirk widened, eyes glinting dangerously…. She'd have the other half of the marking, only muted, and their connection….?
"Len, don't be rash!" A voice spoke from behind him, holding a note of disappointment.
"Yea, yea, "Good things come to those who wait."" He tilted his head subtly, only enough to glimpse the female vampires black hair. Behind him, her bright, luminous crimson eyes, (which had been dark gray in her human life), gleamed with concern.
"Be patient…. Let the Mate Bond form naturally." She offered, a somewhat pleading edge to her tone.
That night, Rin had a vivid dream from a hauntingly beautiful blonde boy, looking to be around her age with gleaming eyes like a clear midnight sky. He wordlessly gave her a large, well cared for black rose before sweeping her into his arms, lips molding together in deep, passionate kiss.
'It's like something out of a Shoujo manga.' Rin thought in awe as the nameless stranger pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She shivered, wrapping her arms around him as the kiss intensified. Something tingled on her wrist and she thought she tasted blood before the boy pulled away, almost reluctantly.
"My name is Len," He looked into her eyes, holding her tightly but gently as if she was fragile and precious, "….and I've been searching for you for a very, very, very long time."
Rin felt as if she was being lifted off the ground…. her bed lay empty as her sheer, white curtains fluttered.
100 years later
Rin and Len held each other close in a tight embrace, Rin had long since lost the need to breathe. Their lips hungrily devoured each other's as Len's hand slid down her clothed chest, stopping above the place her heart once beat.
