Genre: AU/Romance/ Angst/ Supernatural
Warnings: Language, Sex, Blood Fetish, Smut[in later chapters]
Pairings: Yuu/Kouyou for now
Bands: the GazettE for now maybe
Characters: Kouyou, Yuu, Takanori, Yutaka for now
Synopsis: For Takashima Kouyou who has been forced into studying something he doesn't want to, life is worth not living.
As days pass he does everything to destroy himself until he meets Shiroyama Yuu. Will Yuu free Kouyou from his miserable life or will only put an end to it.
Well first thanks to my lovely, awesome, superb beta. She seriously helped me out with this chapter. I was too damn nervous as I had a writer's block even though I had planned the outline out beforehand.
I am really sorry for the late update (T_T) please forgive this bad author
Previous: CHAPTER 4
“I am dead”, I thought as I stood there watching the hideous scene which would forever be imprinted in my soul and memories. My legs felt like lead and refused to budge even an inch. I continued to watch on with silent horror and fascination at the man who just stood a few meters away from me. Even with those flaming, red eyes and needle, sharp fangs, Shiroyama looked very alluring and irresistible. The abhorrent mutations only added to his ethereal pulchritude.
As I continued to stare on, Shiroyama’s scarlet, bleeding eyes were shifting restlessly between the man in his grasp and me. I could very well see that he was scheming something terribly sinister and unpleasant. The man in his clutches, who seems completely oblivious to the situation, continued with his struggling. It was clear to me though that Shiroyama was vilely contemplating his next move.
It happened in a blinding alacrity, speed which is very difficult for a human eye to register. Shiroyama Yuu had brought his pearl white fangs down, breaking the rigid skin brutally on the pitiful man’s neck. The agonized, blood curdling scream he released into the cold night air, finally shook me awake from my momentary trance. I watched in silent horror as Shiroyama ruthlessly gorged himself with his victim’s blood. Blood was dripping down his chin, as he continued drinking without pause. Blood rushed into my head, as my brain finally started working and screamed at me to take flight. I listened to the tiny voice at the back of my head without any kind of hesitation.
Tearing my eyes away from the abominable sight, I took flight into the mundane darkness. Like a mindless animal terrified of becoming the predator’s kill, I ran for my life with no clue where I was headed to. All that I could think was to get as far away from there as possible. The horror, that had met my eyes a few moments back, was numbing my senses and body making it difficult for me to run. My muscles started to protest due to the lack of exercise. But I didn’t allow the pain to stop me as getting to safety was my top priority. My eyes slowly registered a fast, approaching corner.
What happened next, I didn’t anticipate. My feet lost contact with the ground below when something massive collided into me from behind with a tremendous force. The air was knocked out of my lungs as I lost my footing and fell face down onto the pavement with a sickening scrunch. I grunted in pain as I felt the throbbing sensation spread through. The heaviness that had forced my fall turned my body around in order to make me face upwards.
I let out a petrified scream when I found Shiroyama’s face hovering over mine with just a few inches gap in between.
His mouth was stained deep red with the blood he had messily gulped down from his prey. Trails of blood dripped down his porcelain chin to his taut neck and disappeared into his black apparel. A sweet odor mixed with the scent of blood tickled my nostrils. Shiroyama’s lips tugged upwards in a wicked sneer as his eyes, which had turned back to pools of black, took in my terrified face.
“Running away are we?” he gave a cold laugh which made the hair at the back of neck prickle.
He was too heavy for me to throw him off my body. I was mercilessly trapped underneath him.
“G-Get off me”, I struggled and squirmed underneath him. “Let me go.”
“You think I hurriedly drank up that wretch’s blood, almost choking on it in the process, only to let you go?” he questioned with an evil glint in his eyes.
Clearly enjoying my plight, he bent over and licked my cheek, debauching the skin his gelid tongue met with the blood from his previous meal. I was sickened when I felt the wetness of the sticky liquid against my face and wanted badly to throw up.
“No, you sick bastard”, I fervently started to try pushing him off me with fresh force and vigor. “Get off me.”
What happened next was something I didn’t expect in the least. Shiroyama lifted his left hand and slapped me with such formidable force that my head snapped and painfully flung to the side. My eyes stung with pain mingled with an uncontrollable sadness. Why was this happening to me? Even though, I had met Shiroyama for the first time only a few days back. Even though, the meeting had left me all sore and broken. Without my knowledge, I had come to like him a lot. The portrait in my studio was proof enough for my hankering. But in return for my affection, I was inflicted this kind of barbarous treatment. I felt betrayed. It felt like something was being excruciatingly ripped off from my body. I could feel the tears shamelessly dripping down my cheeks. I couldn’t bring my hands to wipe them though as Shiroyama held them above my head in a vice like grip. When I closed my eyes in humiliation, I felt a gentle caress against my burning cheek. Callous fingers, carefully wiped away my warm tears.
“Now, now little Kouyou”, he crooned. “I am not going to do anything for now.”
I stared with my mouth slightly open at him. Soon burning anger took over my emotions as I slowly comprehended his sly words.
“What do you mean for now?” I shrieked. “You are planning to do something to me right?”
“You are sharp, I like that”, he chortled. “Of course I have something waiting for you. But the ingenious plan won’t happen for now.”
“And what is that plan?” I snarled. “Whatever your sick mind is plotting, just finish it right now. Stop messing around with me."
Shiroyama was annoying the shit out of me. I could see the sadist in him that clearly took great pleasure in my torment. He was like the predator who loved to play with its prey slowly, breaking every bone in its body and finally devouring it up. From Shiroyama’s face I could see he was planning to do the exact same thing to me.
“Again you are impatient”, Shiroyama released another cold laugh.
He moved his face forward again and I closed my eyes shut expecting to be licked once more. But he brought his cherry red lips close to my ear instead. I trembled slightly when his frigid lips brushed against my flushed skin. I let out a small cry when he blew a draft of cold air against my ear and flicked his tongue in. I shuddered slightly in arousal as the slimy organ caressed my sensitive spot. My senses were forced into a wild delirium with his cold, yet alluring touches to my skin. I inwardly cursed myself for not having obediently returned home after I had run out of the classroom.
“Be my lover”, Shiroyama’s sickeningly sweet demands broke into my thoughts.
“What?” I yelped in confusion.
“Be my lover, Kouyou”, he continued with a sly grin on his face. I knew it. He didn’t mean one single repulsing word of what he was demanding from me. From his tone it was obvious he was just planning to seduce me and then trick me in the end. I don’t think I will ever be able restore back to normal after Shiroyama was done with me. At that moment I knew even without my conscience having to tell me that this man would be my ultimate destruction.
“No”, I replied softly.
He raised a brow and a looked at me with eyes reduced to slits.
“No”, I repeated. “Sensei, I don’t want to be your lover. I don’t even want to be near you. Let me go, please.”
I begged pathetically with my eyes turned to the side burning with humiliation. I didn’t want Shiroyama to look at my pitiful face.
“Are you defying me?” A cold whisper made my eyes snap back to him. His eyes had turned into flames again. He looked so terrifying that I let out a frightened whine.
“Sensei”, I whimpered.
“Are you defying me, Kouyou?” he roared and grabbed my neck. His growl echoed ominously in the grotesque darkness.
The painful pressure on my neck increased as I tried to struggle in his iron grip.
“You have two choices Kouyou”, he growled menacingly. “Be mine or die right here.”
The grasp around my neck continued to tighten. I started choking when I found it difficult to breathe in the much required oxygen and my eyes rolled upwards. I started seeing white in my eyes. Death seemed like a good idea, as it had always been my ultimate desire to die. But not like this. Not in the hands of Shiroyama, the very first person towards whom I felt an unexplainable affection for the very first time in my life.
“Give me some time”, I gasped in a small voice.
The fingers around my neck immediately slackened and relaxed its hazardous hold. I immediately started breathing in the air with deep pants. My vision slowly cleared up.
“Time?” The red glow in Shiroyama’s eyes faded as soon as they had appeared. He gave me a skeptical look as he caressed the red marks on my neck. The ones he had left in his angry outburst.
“Please, sensei”, I pleaded. “Give me some time. This is really too sudden. I don’t know how to react to your um sudden confession.”
Deep down, I was praying real hard that he would take the bait and let me go. After what seemed like an eternity, Shiroyama’s pale face broke into a smile.
“Fine darling, I will give you the time you asked for”, he trilled in a fake sugary voice. “I will give you twenty four hours. We will meet at your house exactly at this time tomorrow. But keep in mind you only have two choices, Kouyou.”
Shiroyama swooped in on me one last time and placed his lips on my neck. My entire body stiffened and tensed at the sudden action.
“Is he going to bite me?” I thought screwing my eye lids shut.
But he just licked and sucked the skin under his luscious mouth making sure to leave a hickey behind. Getting off me, he gave me a salacious look which made my heart race, before melting into the darkness.
I slowly got off from the cold pavement where I had been previously pinned down to. My muscles groaned in protest as the blood immediately rushed into the numbed areas. My body was trembling from head to foot. I was mortally afraid of Shiroyama. I knew one thing for sure. There was no way in hell I was giving into his impossible demand. I firmly made my mind to keep Shiroyama away from me in whatever methods possible as I silently headed back home.
By the time, I reached home it was four in the morning. I stealthily opened the door with my spare key and tip toed into the house as silent as a cat. I entered the kitchen to relieve my burning throat. The running and screaming had left my throat completely raw and dry. Luckily my parents weren’t home. The schedule pasted on the kitchen refrigerator clearly indicated that both of them had night shifts for four consecutive days. I opened the silver refrigerator to grab a bottle of cold water. Even though I had eaten only a sandwich early in the morning and nothing else after, I had completely lost my appetite due to the frightening ordeal. Trying my best to calm down the jittery nerves, I headed upstairs to my room in order to take the much needed shower.
I stripped down to the last of my clothes and gingerly entered the shower cubicle. The cold water which hit my body on turning the water faucet made me hiss out loud in pain. The scratches in my body due to my previous face plant stung against the frigid flow. Trying my best to ignore the stinging pain I reached out for the cologne scented soap to lather myself generously. After washing away all the grime along with the soap suds, I let the cold water hit my skin for another ten minutes before screwing the shower faucet shut. As I toweled myself dry, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror huddled in the corner of the bathroom. I winced slightly at the image that was reflected. The bruises Shiroyama had left in my neck stood out vividly, glistening pink in the dull bathroom light. I let my fingers move along the welts which had been branded on my skin until the thin appendages rested on the love bite he had made before disappearing. My face burnt slightly as I remembered his cold lips and tongue against my flushed skin. I shook the memory as soon as it had come away from my head reminding myself that I should be planning to keep Shiroyama away from me.
Sleep was still a bad option. I knew it was impossible to get back to sleep due to my previous experiences. Besides after encountering a real life nightmare, sleeping sounded like a joke. Twenty four hours was too short a time. I wanted to protest and ask him to provide me more time for a proper decision. But I was scared of having those cruel fingers strangling me again to punish me. All that was left now was to find some way or the other to escape from his evil, devious scheme. I remembered a guy back from high school talking enthusiastically about vampires. He had said something about various websites which were entirely dedicated to these nocturnal, blood suckers. I booted up my computer and waited impatiently for the screen to come alive. As soon as the icons were displayed on the screen, I immediately opened up the browser and entered the keyword VAMPIRE in the search engine. Thousands of results were displayed for me to select. I browsed from top to bottom, opening up all the websites one by one. Most of them were useless, mainly containing information about a new vampire movie or a novel. After going through a dozen websites, I finally found the site which the guy had talked about.
Clicking it open, I waited for the web page to load. My eyes were immediately met with an image of a sinister looking man biting into the neck of a dazed woman whose head sagged backwards to her attacker’s shoulder, with her mouth slightly open. It reminded me of Shiroyama’s fangs dug deep within his unfortunate victim. I shivered slightly as I browsed through the contents in the page.
I found various information regarding vampires which I read through not missing a single word. The first column I read was about the origin of vampires.
A legend reported vampires to be bloated in appearance. They were ruddy, purplish or dark in color according to the blood they have consumed. Blood was often found seeping through its mouse and nose. It would be clad in the linen shroud it had been buried in with and its nails, teeth and hair would have grown somewhat in size.
Well Shiroyama was not in the least like that. The next topic was about the creation of vampires, which I skipped. Creating vampires was the last thing I wanted.
METHODS OF DESTRUCTION
One of the methods of destroying vampires was staking, especially in Slavic cultures. Ash was the preferred wood in Russia and Baltic states, hawthorn in Serbia and oak in Silesia. Vampires were mostly staked through the heart, though the mouth was targeted in Russia and the stomach in north-eastern Serbia. A vampire bloated with blood it had gorged down, is deflated by piercing the skin of the chest. This is similar to burying sharp objects in the coffin of the corpse. Decapitation was the preferred method in the German and Slavic areas. Gypsies drove steel or iron needles into the corpse’s heart. They also place hawthorn into the corpse’s sock. In Venice, pouring boiling water over the grave or complete incineration was performed. In the Balkans a vampire would either be shot or drowned, or repeating the funeral service with holy water on the body, or by exorcism. In Romania, garlic would be stuffed in the corpse’s mouth or a bullet is shot through the coffin. But for resistance cases the body was dismembered and burned.
I felt slightly nauseous when I reached the end of the paragraph. I could never do such an abominable thing to him. The thought of a lifeless Shiroyama incinerated in order to cease existence sent violent shudders through my body. I hastily moved on, finally finding what I was looking for.
Apotropaics are items that are used to ward off vampires in common vampire folklore. Garlic, a branch of wild rose and hawthorn plant are said to harm vampires. In Europe, sprinkling mustard seeds on the roof of a house was said to keep them away. Others apotropaics included sacred items like crucifix, rosary, or holy water. Vampires are said to unable to walk on consecrated ground such as churches or temples, or cross running water. Although not exactly regarded as an apotropaic, mirrors have been used to ward off vampires when placed, facing outwards on a door. Some traditions also hold that a vampire cannot enter a house unless invited, although after the first invitation they can come and go as they please.
I printed out the small paragraph and turned off the computer. I kept reading the small black inked letters again and again. I had no clue if this would work, but no harm in trying. Maybe it might even work in keeping Shiroyama away. The mobile squealing at that moment, made me jump in fear.
“Shit”, I cursed. Clearly my near death encounter with Shiroyama had left me all jumpy.
The caller id displayed Takanori’s name. I touched the green, speak icon of the i-phone to receive the call.
“Kouyou, you bastard”, Taka shrieked loudly at the other end making me rip the phone off my ear. “You didn’t attend one single fucking call of mine.”
“I am sorry”, I tried placating him. “I didn’t check my phone.”
“When have you ever?” Taka retorted in an indignant voice making me feel guilty.
“I really am sorry, dude”, I replied in a tiny voice.
“It’s fine. Why did you scram from class yesterday?”
“It was nothing. I wasn’t feeling well.”
“You are shit when it comes to lying” he snapped. “Tell me the fucking truth. That Shiroyama did something to you right?”
“No”, I panicked. “It’s got nothing to do with Shiroyama, I swear. I really didn’t feel well.”
“Fine. I am coming over now.”
“Sorry, but I am skipping today. I didn’t sleep last night and I am dying out of exhaustion.”
“Are you okay?” Taka sounded worried.
“I am fine” I assured him. “Just exhausted and a bit sore.”
“Okay, then get back to sleep. I will call you later to check on you.”
“Yeah, bye”, I hung up.
I dressed in my jeans and a button up shirt before going downstairs to put on my sneakers. I made sure not to let any of the scars from previous night’s incident to be visible. My bike was still in college, so I picked up my mother’s keys to her Audi. Locking up the entrance door, I walked to the garage to rev the sleek, silver car out. While browsing through the various web pages in the search engine about vampires, a particular website had caught my attention. The web page contained details about a shop which sold various merchandise for gothic fans, apotropaics included. Through the car’s built in GPS, I reached the shop without getting lost.
The shop was small, with a board indicating the type of merchandise sold in there. When I let myself in, I was overwhelmed with the image that met my eyes. The walls of the shop were painted in an atramentous black, with silver crucifixes, skulls and red roses pasted on to them in order to add to the morbid decoration. There were sections dedicated to each mythological creature. The section for werewolves had fake silver bullets, guns and some werewolf costumes with creepy, disoriented face masks. The witches section had cloaks, pointed hats, cauldrons, wands and some other gruesome magical stuff. I walked over to the vampire section. They seemed to have various merchandise in this particular section alone. I guess gothic fans were crazed over these cold blooded murderers. Well I couldn’t blame them after meeting one face to face. There were various articles like plastic fangs, fake blood, crucifixes, wooden stakes and many others. They mostly had all the apotropaics in my list. I grabbed all that I could find, paid for it and left.
On reaching home, I kicked my sneakers off my feet and hurriedly ran up the stairs. I hung all the crucifixes in every nook and cranny of my studio. I left a mirror hanging outside the door and sprinkled holy water all over the room, being careful not to ruin any of the canvases. I neatly arranged garlic behind the door and placed some on the window sill along with some wild roses and also the hawthorn plant which I had luckily found in the gothic shop. The whole setup took an entire hour for me to complete. Now all that was left was to throw mustard seeds over the rooftop.
When I walked out of the studio in order to climb up to the roof top, the entrance door creaked open. My parents entered the house with tired, disheveled looks on their face. The night shifts always did that to them. My father looked up to see me standing near the staircase.
“What are you doing here?” he asked raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
“I thought I lived here”, I replied sarcastically.
“Don’t act smart”, my father snapped. “Why aren’t you at college?”
“I didn’t feel like going today.”
“Kouyou”, my mother started next. “You shouldn’t be skipping classes like this. For once think about your career.”
“I don’t give a shit, if that’s what you wanna know”, I retorted.
“We are not paying for you to slack off”, my father growled.
“I never asked you to”, I shrieked losing my temper. “It was your fucking idea to get me into this rotten hell hole.”
“We have been through this enough already”, my father bellowed. “I didn’t raise you to let you do whatever you wanted to. Why do you think we had you in the first place? Neither of us wanted a child. But we needed an heir to take over the hospital and that is why we made the decision to have you.”
Finally, the cat was out of the bag. My suspicion had been proved right. My parents never did give a shit about me. All that mattered to them was the fucking family hospital and the Takashima reputation. No wonder they had treated me so carelessly, like I was some sort of a ragged puppet having its arms and legs controlled by the puppeteer. An unfathomable numbness slowly took over my body, which made me stand speechless for a while. I didn’t even have the energy to cry over my father’s brutal, cold-blooded words. I turned my back towards them.
“Nice to finally know the truth, Dad”, I answered without looking at my parents. “I will be off your hands pretty soon as I will be probably dead. Not that it is any of your concern.”
On saying that, I slowly made my way to the roof to sprinkle the mustard seeds I had in my hand.
I lay huddled in the corner of my brightly lit studio with my chin resting on my knees I was desperately hugging. I clutched a large, silver crucifix in my viciously trembling hands. The time for Shiroyama's promised rendezvous was fast approaching. My parents had long left for their night shift. I had originally planned to ask them to stay home at least for tonight to gain some sort of comfort or even safety. But I already knew what their answer would be, so I had remained tight lipped during dinner. Their night shift was more important than the life of their son who was just an unwanted existence to them. Takanori had earlier called me like he had promised. Out of courtesy, I had answered him. From the tone of my voice, he knew something was going on with me. But I assured him that it was nothing but a dispute with my insensitive parents. After saying our good byes we had hung up. During the conversation, I had inwardly prayed that I wouldn’t slip and tell him the truth about Shiroyama. My best friend was too precious to me, the only person to shower me with affection without expecting anything in return. The electronic clock which I had snuck from my bedroom let out a shrill beep, indicating the beginning of the promised time.
The beep was soon replaced by a sharp tap at my window. Horrified, I turned to face a smiling Shiroyama Yuu sprawled lazily on top of the leafless, brown branch, which had always been too close to the window. I started sweating profusely, when he reached forward to rest a black leather gloved palm on the transparent, glass window. I fervently prayed, hoping that those apotropaics by some miracle worked on him and kept him out. But with a fluid motion on Shiroyama’s part, the glass window flung open almost shattering into pieces if not for the hinges stopping them from slamming into to the solid wall. With elegant grace, he let his lithe body inside the tiny room. At that moment he looked more like a prince stealthily entering a princess’s room in order to have a midnight tryst rather than a bloody thirsty vampire who had come to claim his prey. And the apotropaics, they did nothing to keep him out. Shiroyama looked around with an amused expression. The smile on his face turned into a wicked sneer as his obsidian eyes slowly took in all the crucifixes and garlic cloves I had arranged on the walls.
“You have been planning pretty well, haven’t you?” He grinned with a wicked glint reflecting off his cold, black eyes. “I can see you have done a lot of research about my kind.”
I shivered slightly when his cold, austere voice hit my senses. I clutched the silver crucifix so tightly that they started biting into my palms. Shiroyama walked casually towards me without losing even a bit of his elegance. If I wasn’t so terrified at that time, I would be appreciating his flamboyant profile with my mouth shamelessly open wide. I crawled backwards without getting off the floor. Soon my back met the wall behind me. He was suddenly too close to me and had me trapped between his hands against the wall. His angelic face was just a few inches away from mine. His frigid, cold breath was caressing my flushed face making tiny, shivers run down my spine. My thoughts were in a mess as I breathed in the ambrosial, sweet flavor that emitted off his breath. Shiroyama touch my palms in order to make me relinquish the deadly grip I had on the silver crucifix. He took it away from me and carelessly threw it behind him. The crucifix bounced off the wall leaving a tiny scratch behind due to the sheer force with which it had been thrown.
“Sensei, please”, I whimpered with tears threatening to fall any moment. “Just kill me off. I can’t be your lover.”
“Why not?” he asked as he gently took my face into his palms.
“I am not good looking”, I ranted like a child. It sounded foolish to even my ears.
Shiroyama let out an amused chuckle. He kissed my eyes, brushing my tears with his frigid, full lips.
“Why do you think so?” He kissed both my cheeks. “I find you very beautiful.”
“I am not very pure”, I continued. “I have slept with many women, whores included.”
“Not very bothered about that” he sighed, tilting my head slightly up to kiss my chin.
“No one loves me”, I finally broke into tears which had been threatening to drop for a while now. Warm rivulets splattered all over my face as I finally broke down. “No one wants me. Even you will get tired of me and walk away in the end. I am so scared.”
Shiroyama continued to kiss every inch of my face except for my lips. I sobbed letting out anguished whimpers as he continued to move his mouth against my visage.
“Trust me, Kouyou”, he cooed in a gentle tone. “I may be the one bringing your life to an end. But I promise to stay with you till the very end.”
Shiroyama smiled, kissing my forehead gently. At that moment, I didn’t give a damn that Shiroyama was a vampire. I didn’t bother about the fact that he could kill me without any effort on his part. I didn’t give a damn whether Shiroyama, seriously liked me or not. Nothing mattered to me at that moment. I flung my arms around him and wept as I held him for dear life. All that I could do was cry like a child. He hugged me back drawing soothing circles on my back in order to relax me.
“Sensei”, I bawled. “Please stay with me tonight.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
Shiroyama gently lifted me off the floor and carried me in his strong, lithe arms. I clung to his neck desperately, as he carried me to my bed room. He gently laid me on the soft mattress and bent over in order to strip me off my shirt and jeans. He climbed on top of the bed and lay beside me. I turned over to my side and buried my head into his strong chest. He caressed and kissed my brown hair while murmuring sweet nothings into my ear.
I didn’t know what awaited me in the morning, but being held in Shiroyama’s arms that night was all that mattered. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWO, LONG YEARS I SLEPT PEACEFULLY WITHOUT ANY NIGHTMARES TO TRAUMATIZE ME.
A/N : I am really sorry once again for the late update. I have exams, so I have been seriously sleep deprived. And also I am working on a new fiction. I don't know if you guys will love this as I have been writting this in a sleep deprived state. Haven't had a proper sleep for days. Don't worry you can slap me later. This chapter is longer than the others and from now on the format of POV's will change. Credits go to Wiki for the stuff abt Vampires..i don't think i m as clever as to create my own concepts. I think Vampire lovers might like this little extra info. Oh and next chapter don't know how long that wil take. I seriously hope I won't make you all wait for long. And I love you all for being so nice to me and reading my fics. I am also getting comments in FB appreciating my work. It makes me cry my eyes out seeing this kind of appreciation, making me wonder if I even deserve all this love. I love all of you so damn much <3 <3 <3