Night Tour
Title of the Chapter: 1
A Night Under the Lights of Paris
In a Paris illuminated by Christmas, the lights sparkled like fallen stars, reflecting the magic and mystery of the city. The streets were adorned with garlands and red ribbons, while the scents of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine floated through the frosty air. Shiroyama Yuu, residing in an old French castle, decided to embark on his nightly stroll through the vibrant city of Paris on an evening steeped in mysteries and enchantments. The atmosphere brimmed with life, especially during the festive Christmas season, when the squares transformed into magical settings.
Tourists and locals flocked together, and he ventured out in search of dinner among the crowds filling the square.
Christmas decorations adorned every corner, the twinkling lights dancing with the wind, while the majestic Eiffel Tower displayed a symphony of colors, alternating its lights with a hypnotic charm between warm and cool tones, as if it were alive.
Some acquaintances called him by his nickname, Aoi, as it was easier to remember than his full name. His skin, pale as the finest cold porcelain, contrasted with his almond-shaped eyes that revealed his Japanese heritage. Long black hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing his enigmatic face.
The sound of laughter and music echoed through the central square of Paris, where the Christmas spirit permeated every detail. Children ran around joyfully, while young people paused to capture moments with their phones.
To adapt to modern times, he too had acquired a digital cellphone, which, unlike the silver mirrors that prevented him from seeing his reflection, allowed him to view himself through the camera. Modernity was merely a fleeting distraction, something that could never compare to the magnificence of his ancient France. However, the night served its purpose: it concealed his true intentions.
It was a perfect night for an ancient vampire like Aoi, who, with his noble lineage and centuries of experience, knew the nuances of Parisian nightlife well.
Strolling through the crowd, Aoi sought his next prey. His almond-shaped eyes, reflecting his Japanese ancestry, scanned the unceasing movement of tourists. He analyzed every detail—the exposed pulse in a neck, the frailty of a distracted human. His hunger began to burn like a blade cutting from within, a constant reminder of his condition.
"That one… maybe. No, too thin. And that woman with the camera? No… her steps are too brisk."
Aoi's thoughts flowed like background music, guiding his choice. Until something changed.
He sensed the presence of another supernatural being—a strange, intriguing sensation unlike anything he had encountered in his long existence. The aura of this being was different; it didn't carry the familiar metallic scent of werewolves. This was something else. Unsettling.
Driven by an almost irresistible curiosity, Aoi approached cautiously, his eyes locking on a group of young people with skateboards. At the center of the group was him. A man who seemed to have stepped out of an entirely different universe.
What fascinated Aoi the most, however, was the disheveled, bleached blonde hair that stood out under the Christmas lights, falling messily over his eyes and obscuring part of his face. His tight leather jacket and ripped jeans revealed a carefree, almost defiant style. He seemed younger than Aoi, but his presence emanated an ancient, visceral energy.
"Who… or what… is he?"
Intrigued, Aoi advanced silently, blending into the crowd to get closer. He felt the aura grow stronger now, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
"This power… He's not human."
The young man stood amidst the skaters, performing daring tricks, while others gathered nearby, immersed in the pulsing beats echoing through the square. Aoi felt a mix of fascination and apprehension, questioning who or what this enigmatic being was that could somehow disturb his eternity.
The blonde seemed aware of his approach. His movements flowed with an almost supernatural grace as he picked up the skateboard and joined the contest. When he finally turned his face, his eyes met Aoi's. An intense, almost fiery glow flashed through them before fading, leaving only an abyssal darkness.
And then came the smile. A smile that awakened something in the vampire, something he hadn't felt in over a century. Curiosity. And, perhaps, desire. It was an emotion he thought he had forgotten, lost in the shadows of his immortal existence.
The young man snapped his fingers, producing a unique sound that only the vampire could hear—a private echo that resonated within him.
It was an enigmatic, intimate message, laden with hidden meanings, which seemed to whisper a bold phrase.
— I want you for myself. — His voice was soft, full of promises, like a hypnotic chant.
The words pierced through the icy barrier Aoi had built over the centuries. At that moment, the vampire realized that not only his senses, but also his soul, had been touched.
The words, though simple, struck Aoi like a blow. He stepped back, surprised by the audacity of this demon.
How dare he invade his space, disrupt his hunt, and still… provoke him? He was a noble vampire of ancient lineage, and he was being flirted with so brazenly?
Aoi tried to react, but before he could say or do anything, the blonde vanished. He simply disappeared, like a fleeting shadow dissolving into the night breeze.
The vampire stood there, motionless. He should have been outraged, but instead, he felt something unsettling. An emptiness. And, at the same time, an inexplicable attraction.
"This doesn't make sense," Aoi thought, perplexed. "He's just a demon… There can't be any danger in this."
But no matter how hard he tried, Aoi couldn't banish thoughts of the blonde. He was like a sweet poison, a temptation drawing him in. That presence… that smile… and the phrase that still echoed in his mind.
Aoi hadn't even realized that his hunger, initially urgent, had disappeared. All that remained now was the voice pulsating in his mind. In its place, a new sensation thrummed—a mix of anxiety and expectation. Aoi knew he needed to understand what had happened. What did that demon truly want? And what did that audacious proposal mean?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
December's chill embraced Paris, and the starry sky seemed to conspire toward something beyond the ordinary. The cold night wind caressed Aoi's face as he walked through the now-empty streets, trying to push away the thoughts that kept returning to his restless mind—the memory of the mysterious blond demon. He hadn't just invaded his space; his tempting voice whispered forbidden desires, and that magnetic smile seemed to have the power to strip his soul bare.
Eiffel Tower, 11:45 PM
Aoi, now standing by one of the benches in the square under the glittering shadow of the Eiffel Tower, observed the crowd with a mixture of apathy and curiosity. Hunger began to gnaw at him, but his thoughts remained fixed on that enigmatic smile. He stopped next to a small pastry shop that had already closed, its Christmas decorations in the window seeming to mock his unease. "A djin?" he thought, clenching his fists.
"Why did he appear now, of all times? And what exactly does he want from me?"
But no matter how hard he tried, the image of the blond kept haunting him. It wasn't just the provocation; there was something deeper, almost visceral, that drew him in.
Aoi knew djins were masters of manipulation, capable of molding desires and weaknesses into elaborate traps. He'd heard stories of humans and even supernatural beings who had fallen into their schemes, paying exorbitant prices for a fleeting moment of satisfaction.
Suddenly, he felt it again—the presence. Before his mind could react, his body had already moved quickly to the side of an alley, hiding in the shadows.
Turning with agility, he spotted the blond a few meters away, leaning against a lamppost with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. That provocative smile was there, as intense as before, and Aoi's dark eyes locked onto him like a predator assessing its prey.
The blond took a few steps toward him, stopping at a safe distance.
— I thought I'd lost you, vampire. — His voice was as captivating as his appearance, laced with a confidence that both irritated and fascinated Aoi in equal measure. — You're quick, but not quick enough.
Aoi stepped out of the shadows, glaring at the djin with a sharp gaze. He raised his chin, exuding an air of superiority.
— How dare you approach me so insolently! Who are you, demon?
The blond let out a low chuckle, as if amused by Aoi's severe tone.
— Me? Just someone curious. Reita, at your service. — He gave a theatrical bow, a gesture that seemed out of place for someone with such a rebellious style. — And you, Aoi? Isn't that what you prefer to be called?
— How do you know my name? — Aoi, with his piercing and inquisitive gaze, tried to decipher Reita's intentions, while the demon seemed to relish the tension growing between them.
Reita took another step, tilting his head slightly, as if studying him.
— Demons have their tricks. — He snapped his fingers, the sound echoing again in the vampire's mind. — But that doesn't matter now. I'm here for another reason.
The vampire crossed his arms, trying to maintain control over the situation.
— And what do you want, Reita?
Reita smiled, his eyes glowing like embers.
— I want what any djin desires. A pact. A wish from you in exchange for… something special.
— A pact... — Aoi murmured under his breath, the word weighing on his tongue like poison. — I don't make pacts.
Aoi's voice was sharp as ice, his response categorical. Reita shrugged, his grin playful, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
— Not yet. But everyone has desires, even ancient vampires. I just need to discover yours.
Aoi turned to leave, but Reita appeared in front of him with supernatural speed, his warm fingers brushing against the vampire's cold arm.
— Just one night. — Reita's voice dropped to a whisper, laced with temptation. — You're bored, Aoi. Centuries of existence must be lonely, right?
Aoi froze in place, his heart—dead for centuries—seeming to pulse for a moment. He pulled away, but not before feeling something unexpected: a shiver running down his spine.
— And you think a pact with a djin will fix that? — Aoi retorted, masking any sign of doubt or hesitation.
— I'm not saying it'll fix it; I'm saying it might… make things more interesting. Just one night. A chance at something different.
Aoi felt his hunger return, not for blood, but for something deeper and unexplored. A battle raged within him—between reason and desire, between the relentless logic of an ancient vampire and the temptation of the unknown.
— I'm not a toy, Reita. — He murmured, before disappearing into the crowd with the grace of a shadow.
Reita remained still, watching him walk away. A playful smile danced on his lips.
— You're not a toy, Aoi. But still, I want to play with you.
The night was far from over, and for both of them, the hunt had only just begun.
As the night wore on, the vampire found himself consumed by a dilemma. Could a pact with a djin offer more than just risks? The idea of a wish, of a steamy night of passion with that enigmatic being, seemed as tempting as it was dangerous. But for that, he would first need to trust.
And so, with his heart racing and his mind full of questions, Aoi decided he couldn't ignore the call. The night was still young, and the mystery of the demonic Reita awaited him, like a shadow lurking in the dim light.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The dark alley was a stark contrast to the vibrant, festive lights of Paris. Here, only the distant hum of the city echoed, muffled by the isolation of damp, graffiti-covered walls. Aoi stood there, his elegant figure illuminated solely by the cold light of a streetlamp in the distance.
Moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting a glow on his pale, alluring face as he captivated her with his soft words. She seemed to be under a spell, utterly hypnotized, dazzling and defenseless. She leaned against him, her body yielding, as Aoi sated his hunger, drawing her into a state of pure ecstasy.
Aoi leaned in, his lips brushing the soft skin of the young woman's neck. His eyes were closed, and his expression held a restrained ecstasy as his teeth pierced her delicate flesh. The hunger that gnawed at him was finally being sated. Every drop of blood was a warm, vibrant elixir, and his body absorbed the heat of human life like a balm.
Yet, Aoi was not alone.
In the dim light, Reita watched. Leaning nonchalantly against the alley's entrance, the demon stood with his arms crossed, his gaze never wavering. He studied the vampire with a predator's intensity, trying to decipher each movement—the way Aoi held the woman with an elegance that seemed choreographed, the red glint in his eyes as he fed, and finally, the moment he withdrew, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"He doesn't just feed. He turns it into an art form."
Reita arched an eyebrow, intrigued. He stepped forward as the woman, now completely hypnotized, began to walk toward the alley's exit with light, carefree steps.
"Fascinating." Reita's voice cut through the silence like a blade, laced with provocation.
Aoi didn't turn immediately. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the irritation bubbling inside him. He had known the demon was there, "always watching... like a hunter waiting for the right moment to strike."
Finally, he responded tersely:
"Don't you have anywhere else to be, demon?"
Reita chuckled softly, stepping closer until he was just a few paces from Aoi.
"Not when the show is right here. I must say, you have a peculiar way of hunting. So refined, so... sensual."
Aoi turned, his eyes locking with Reita's. There was disdain in his expression, but something else lingered beneath it—something he refused to acknowledge.
"If you've come to provoke me, spare yourself the effort. I'm tired of your meddling."
But Reita ignored the warning, stepping closer still. He tilted his head, his ever-present smile playing on his lips, and raised a hand in a casual gesture.
"They say vampires get... warm after feeding. Is that true?"
Aoi, still immersed in the aftermath of his meal, turned slowly, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
"And do you believe that, Reita? Or are you just trying to justify your lurking?"
Reita took another step forward, drawn to the aura radiating from Aoi, feeling the pulsating energy that emanated from him.
"I just want to understand. You seem so... alive, even after feeding."
He stopped at a distance that made the air between them hum. Aoi frowned, attempting to ignore the growing pull between them. The sensation of desire was unsettling, and he was determined not to succumb.
"That's a myth."
"Is it?" Reita moved even closer, the slight space between them now barely a breath. He extended a hesitant hand before lightly touching Aoi's shoulder, where the cool fabric of his shirt lay.
"Hmm... Perhaps I should confirm it for myself."
Reita's presence was like a fire threatening to melt the barriers Aoi had carefully constructed. The pull he felt toward the demon's warmth was incomprehensible, sending a shiver down his spine.
Reita's touch was firm yet teasing, his palm sliding slightly over Aoi's shoulder as if exploring. The vampire instinctively stepped back but not before experiencing something unexpected: a shiver. A warmth that didn't come from the blood he had just consumed but from something far deeper.
"Stop this!" Aoi growled, but his voice lacked the conviction he had intended.
Reita leaned in, his warm breath brushing against Aoi's face.
"Why so tense, vampire? Don't tell me a mere touch unsettles you?"
Aoi tried to pull away again, but his body betrayed his mind. Reita's presence surrounded him like an electric current—every touch, every word provoking a reaction he couldn't control. His eyes locked onto Reita's, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them.
"You're unbearable..." Aoi murmured, his breath faltering.
Reita's grin widened.
"And you're simply irresistible..."
Aoi stepped back slightly, fighting to regain his composure.
"You have no idea what you're talking about."
Reita leaned forward just enough to challenge him, his movements causing Aoi's heart to race despite itself.
"And what if I want to find out? What do you have to lose?"
The desire in Reita's words was palpable, and Aoi felt his resolve waver.
Before either could push further, a pale glow began to spread across the horizon. The first rays of the sun threatened to pierce the darkness of the alley.
Aoi reacted instantly, pulling away from Reita with a sharp motion.
"The sun is rising. I need to leave—now!" He glanced at the sky, feeling the weight of time pressing down on him.
Reita made no move to stop him but watched as the vampire darted through the shadows, his figure disappearing with supernatural grace.
"Until the next night, Aoi," Reita murmured, his voice laced with promise.
Aoi hesitated for a moment, a mix of longing and resistance tugging at his heart, before finally turning and rushing toward his castle. The night still held many mysteries waiting to be unraveled.
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