Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Taste of Your Life ❯ First Encounter with Death ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: I dedicate this chapter to all of those who had the curage to go to the next chapter. I garatie you that you will have what you want, maybe even more. But that's enough for me. I hope you will like this one!

Declaimers: You know them, I don't really have to get through this over and over again.

Warnings : You saw the rating. It's NC-17 and you know what it means. Sexual and violence, thought the sex will come in about three or four chapters… Anyway, if you don't like it, don't read and please do not review to tell me you don't like this kind of stories because you know already what it contains.

The Taste of Your Life

By Evil Karyta

Chapter first: First Encounter with Death

Icy droplets fell form the dark sky, slowly dripping down toward the ground in a freezing wave of water. Not a living creature would dare to venture outside with a weather like this. Too cold, too scary, too wet, and humans, like animals, hate those conditions. Yet, somewhere in the faint light of a street stood the lone figure of a man. Safely wrapped a black, long coat, not moving from his position in the dark.

The glacial rain pouring down, softly, onto him, drenching his hair and clothes. But this strange person did not seem to be cold or even noticing that there was rain splashing all over him. He was not moving either, standing as still as a statue in the shadow. Only his eyes seemed to be alive, of a deep golden brown color, glowing from an inner light making them look supernatural and always staring at the same spot of blackness in front of him. His pale, almost white skin gave him the aspect of a ghost. A car passed just before him and the illusive eyes of the man followed the movement of the car as it speeded toward the end of the road, yet never once did his body nor head moved from his place.

Somewhere in the crying night, a dog howled a plaintive cry to the sky as if asking it to stop pouring down its icy water. The sound of footsteps echoed in the dim alley and reached the man concealed in the night. On the opposite side of the road appeared a woman comfortably enfold in a white raining coat. Her head partly hidden by the hood, soft strays of curly auburn hair framed her delicate face. She passed in front of him, not noticing him at all, as if he was nothing more than air or an unused space. The man stared at her, his eyes analyzing her. No doubt, she was a beautiful creature. She had away to walk and a look on her face that inspired innocence and purity. Her scent hung in the air, a sweat mixture of cherry blossoms and honey.

That simple fact seemed to call him more that the creamy color of her skin. His eyes were hanging to her even if she was slowly disappearing at the end of the street away from his reach. In a swift movement, he proceeded to follow the woman, his ethereal eyes never living her features, not even for a second. The woman turned in a brighter alley which gleamed with the lights and signs of casinos, cabaret and fancy bars. He was still following her as she entered the bar, entering by the door of the employees and leaped silently inside the shadowed corridor unnoticed by the beautiful girl.

She removed her coat and revealed her appealing chest tightly pressed against a pink sweater. A white scarf was knotted around her slimy neck and he could clearly see the delicious form of her rear in her black pants. As hard as he tried, he could not tear his eyes from her. Each of her curves seemed to call, to crave for his touch. He approached her with least noise than the wind can make. He inhaled the intoxicating sent of her skin and traced her forms in the air around her without touching her. He lowered his head toward her neck, caressing the fabric of her white craft with his lips. His hands were ready to take hold of her shoulders, not even an inch above them.

Then she slowly walked away from his reach, toward another door that lead to the bar. He stood there, watching the marvelous creature leaving the area and creating avoid around him. After a long time, all the while staring at the closed metal door, the man stepped out of the employees corridor and back in the cold of the raining night. His head turned up to the dark sky, his eyes harbouring a plaintive look in the unreal light emanating from them. He shook his head looking back down. An indulgent smile playing on his pale lips. As he turned the corner to go back the way he went he passed in front of the door that lead to the client side of the bar.

He looked away and tried to find an other thing to do, a better way to pass the night, like to go kill, but nothing seemed more appealing than to see the angelic face again. So with a slight sigh, he opened the door and entered the bar. Inside the establishment ruled an atmosphere of joy and depression, all at the same time. Soft music played in the background. Many tables were set on a little balcony, there was a dance floor, and a bar. More tables circled the dance floor and some people were sitting on them sipping their alcoholic drinks while listening calmly to the soft music or looking absentmindedly at the dancers.

His unreal eyes penetrated the crowd searching for the woman he saw earlier. He found her behind the bar talking to a client with the most stunning smile touching her lips and illuminating her graceful face. He slowly walked toward the bar and sat on a little stool, his drenched clothes soaking it. He observed the girl in a contemplative stare, never living her forms, taking in her distant sent, memorizing each and every one of her details. Each time she smiled, she seemed to give him a little squeeze in the heart. Soon, he seemed to be in trance before her, just like his victims were before him.

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"What can I do for you," asked a beautiful woman standing behind a bar to another one who was sitting in front of her.

"My, if it isn't Kinomoto Sakura! What are you doing here," exclaimed the woman.

"I'm working… and who are you," said the barmaid.

"You can't recognise your high school teacher? I'm Kaho, your Math teacher when you were in 10th grade."

Sakura's emerald eyes widen in realisation and her face flushed a little. The woman sitting in face of her was that teacher she always admired. The beautiful sensei who stolen the heart of every young man in her class, even in the entire school. She smiled warmly at her old teacher.

"It's great to see you again. What shall I get you? It's on me," she said flashing her a big smile.

"Well in this case, I might take a martini if you don't mind."

"My pleasure," she answered turning to make her the drink.

The two women talked for a long time, two hours, maybe three. But never once did they notice the pale figure watching them from a far. It was past midnight when Kaho-san said that it was time for her to go back home. That's when Sakura realised that a man was standing still on his chair by the bar. She walked toward him. His face was hidden in the shadow, the only thing she could see was his glowing eyes.

"May I do something for you sir," she asked unsure.

The man looked up and stared right into her eyes, his glowing ones biting into her soul, mesmerizing her. It was like she was glued to place, never leaving his gaze and staring back. He was drenched from the rain that still poured outside but he did not seem to be cold, his skin was of a fascinating white, and it appeared to her that it was soft and smooth. He was handsome, no he was more than that, he had the features of the angles talked about in the old biblical books. The fallen angle, one of the most beautiful, the most human feeling one.

"… I may take red wine if you don't mind… your best bottle," he said, his voice deep and warm, almost unnatural.

"…I…I'll just do that… wait a second…" she stuttered.

She turned toward the door that leaded to the cave where there the wine was stored. She was still trembling because of the way the man talked to her. It sounded like a melody into her ears, just as beautiful as he was. She sighed deeply looking into space as she took a bottle of red wine and brought it up with her. The man was waiting patiently for her return a very small smile playing on his pale lips, his eyes gleaming softly in the almost absent light of the bar.

He recalled in his head the way the girl talked, the way she walked, the way she kindly smiled at him, like viewing a video again and again. In her innocence she had not been afraid of him, just impressed by his appearance. She truly was different from anyone he saw and talked to through the years of his existence.

"Here you go. The best red wine of the house, hope you will like it," she uttered placing a glass of red liquid in front of him.

"Thank you."

He took the glass in his right hand, making the liquid inside slowly spin in its glassy prison living a little trace of red on the side of the glass. He seemed to take a sip of the drink and played with it in his mouth shoving it in many ways, rather than being simply swallowed. His eyes locked with hers and he gave her a side smile that send a wave chills all over her body. She returned him a full smile making her eyes light with an inner light and innocence. This woman was truly delightful and her whole being emanating purity and joy. How could some thing like this could live in this dark world.

"Do you like it," she asked him her eyes carelessly diving into his.

"Actually, this is one of the most delicious wine my tongue has had the chance to taste. May I offer you a glass," answered the mysterious man.

"I'm sorry but I can't drink on the job, but thanks for the offer," she said flashing a charming smile unconsciously at him.

"That's to bad…" he replied, his deep voice encircling her like a comfy silk cloth.

Her eyes travelled his forms from his silky looking autumn colored hair, to his dripping coat. His golden-amber eyes seemed to be devoid of any feelings, yet they seemed so alive, they could bore a hole into one's soul. His fine features were perfect, even the color of his skin was. A little to white maybe but it was a sight so soft to the eyes that she did not pay any attention to it.

Unnoticed by her, the mysterious stranger did the same to her. She was more than beautiful, she was like an angle, and her purity and innocence made her even more heavenly. Her eyes of emerald shining in the dim light of the fancy little bar, her honey colored hair curling softly around the graceful lines of her face, the rest tight in a long tail falling in delicate waves to the middle of her back. All the rest was just a harmony of defined curves and well placed roundness. This whole perfection was warped with the sweet frame of mind of the carefree child.

"I never saw you before. Where are you coming from," inquired the woman braking their trance.

"I just arrived yesterday. I'm travelling for business," was the man answer.

"Oh… Would it be too personal if I ask your name," she asked crimson marking her creamy cheeks.

"I don't mind. My name is Li Syaoran. Am I impolite asking yours in return?"

"No, you're not. I'm Kinomoto Sakura," she said extending her hand in a gesture of friendship.

"Very pleased to meet you, Kinomoto-san," he said taking the offered hand with his.

"The pleasure is all mine, Li-san." He gave her one of his half smiles and took a sip of his wine.

Sakura observed him with her ever so green eyes as he did this, red creeping upon her already red face. He was so mysterious that it made him even more attractive. She suddenly felt shy and rude, looking at him that way almost staring. She had to tear her eyes away from him and turn toward the mirror to calm herself.

"So, what kind of business are you here for," she said trying to make conversation with him. She had her back to him and was cleaning mercilessly at the counter looking at him using the mirror. He took his time to answer her question, listening to the music and eyes looking nowhere in particular.

"It's nothing special. I sell chalet and small houses to travellers and tourists. Not really original, is it?"

"If you like it…" She replied her voice smiling.

He smiled to himself hearing this last sentence. This Kinomota Sakura was really one of a kind in the societies of all times and periods he went through and he found himself starting to like her, something he never experienced before. A part of his mind screamed to him to get rid of her, that she will only bring trouble in his life, while the other was tempting him to let her live and discover what was so special about her.

The torment of his mind was starting to drive him toward the edge of sanity. A part of him wanted to know more of the angelic creature he just meet and the other wanted to taste her. He desired her in so many ways and to a point that was almost frightening, even for him. His eyes devoured her from the head to the toes tracing in his mind an image of her that he will never forget. The delicious Sakura did not have a hint of what was going on in his tortured mind. His unreal eyes gazed in her pure green orbs, diving in them, getting lost and drunk in the shimmering color of those beautiful eyes.

He felt his hunger rise dangerously like an oil slick and his desire for the angle growing in a tainting wave, coming from the depth of his dark soul toward his spinning mind. Unaware of the turmoil going through her mysterious clients mind, Sakura continued to lose her sense to the hypnotic gaze of Li Syaoran. Shades of brown, cinnamon, amber, chestnuts, green and blue played in them, turning, spinning, making it look like a liquid of different tone. A stunning illusion of glowing light made them shine in a way she had never seen before and she wondered if they would shine even more if one gazed at them directly, instead looking through the mirror.

She looked down, ashamed of her thoughts and when she brought them up again, Li-san had disappeared. All that was left of him was the wine bottle, an empty glass, the money for his drink and a little puddle of water, which had dripped down his coat. Her eyes scanned through the little crowd of her bar but did not found him. Why did he leave without a word? Maybe she had bored him with her question. Maybe he thought of her as a rude person who can't stop talking. Still, when she thought about it, they had not talked that much. They mostly stared at each other, detailing the features of one other.

"Hey! Sakura-chan! What's the long face for," came a cheery voice from the door of the establishment.

"Nothing really Tomoyo-chan, just wondering. Have you see a man walking out the door?"

"No, why?"

She did not answered. She just smiled at her friend and took the money he had left and stuffed it in the cashier.

(A/N ... I don't know who decided that vampires could not see themselves in the mirror but it would be sad to pass eternity not being able to see yourself and it be a real pain to ask someone to tell you what you look like. My vampires can see their reflect in the mirror and so can the people who see them.)

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The icy rain was still falling sadly upon the small town and drifting lifelessly through the deserted streets. In the secret of the night strolled the lone features of Li Syaoran in the debauched quarters where beggars laid, prostitus took clients and criminals of any kind rested. Not a very safe place to go at night, for any one except him. Li walked down the alley where men and women were sleeping in the dirty grounds or, for more comfort, in the rubbish. Some of them were drunk, others were drugged. What a pleasant life, he thought as he passed before them in the shadow. Pitiful and what a waste, how can someone, even a human, live in these conditions? On the corner of the dark road, an old man covered in dirt bumped into him and fell on the stained ground. He looked up at him and smiled a toothless smile to the apparently young man who stood before him.

"Hey, youngster, do you have some money for an old man like me?"

Syaoran glanced down at him and gave him a dejected look, a frown of pure aversion appeared on his paleface. He took a step forward but was stopped by the old man gripping his leg firmly. Li let out a deep growl and peered down at the old thing clutchinghis leg in a desperate manner.

"Please, I haven't eat in days…" he pleaded.

The 'young' man laughed a soulless laugh filled with evil, darkness and frigidity. The old man released his leg and backed up toward the wall behind him, fear all over his face. Li marched toward the frighten man, his pale and expressionless facade seemed to descend on him. His unreal eyes freezing his soul and body.

"Tell me old rag, why should I do that," he asked in an inhuman tone of voice.

"I…d… d…don…don't…know…"

Syaoran had another freezing laugh and stared deeply at the old thing that was tightly pressed against the wall. He was trembling and he seemed ready to do anything to have his life spare. Something nearly incomprehensible for Li.

"Tell me, old freak, why do you hang onto life so tightly. Is it to continue to live in those inhuman conditions or for something I never had the chance to see, or maybe because you don't know what happen once you leave your body…? Tell me, I wish to know, I want to understand."

The beggar looked at him eyes fill with horror. Despair, terror, anxiety, distress, all those feelings, he could read it in the gloomy eyes of the poor man. This amused him, it helped to release all frustration he had been through and gave him the opportunity to forget. He smiled evilly, this was bound to be fun.

"Why do you, and all of your kind, hang so dearly to your rotten lives? Why do you persist to roam upon this dying world? TELL ME!"

Saying that, he grabbed the old man by the collar of his rags and threw him in the air. He ended in the trashes near the other end of the black ally with a big crashing sound. Li slowly walked toward him. He was covered in putrid food of all kinds and there were several cuts on his uncovered skin. Blood slowly dripped in a red, hot flow of delicious elixir of life driving his sense crazy.

The need for blood returned to him in a powerful wave. The desire for the red liquid feeding his very existence, but the time was not to satisfy his thirst yet. He wanted to play a little, scare the old man almost to death before giving him his fatal kiss.

"Tell me, is it love that keeps you going or perhaps hate? TELL ME, ANSWER ME!" With that, he lifted him to eyes level.

"Wh…who… ar…are you," the man stuttered.

"I am a spawn from hell. I am the angle of death, the one who takes others lives to live."

"What?!…"

"You don't understand. I wake at the crack of dawn. I am a vampire! And don't look at me with those eyes, you perfectly know that I speak the truth," declared Li with a lot of amusement in his unreal voice.

He laughed as the old beggar who tried to escape his iron grip. He wriggled like a worm and started choke because of his collar that had slowly tangled itself around his neck. Li was still laughing his head off. What a sight it was, the helpless human against the grip of the evil vampire. Cliché but immensely funny and realistic.

"You can't answer me? Does it means you don't have any reason to hang so dearly into your miserable life? That it certainly means that you don't what to live anymore, am I right?"

The old man's eyes widen in horror as reality sank into his mind and he struggled with more vigour to break free from the demon.

"Don't worry, it hurts only if I want to. It's painless, it's like falling asleep, but you will never wake up."

"P… please, leave me alone. I don't want to die!"

"I'm telling you, you won't feel anything, never," laughed Li Syaoran.

And with that, he ploughed his long teeth into the old man's flesh and there was shout of agonising cry of pain almost pursing his attacker's hears. As he slowly and painfully drank the blood out of the old man, Li laughed cruelly and while the poor man was still conscious he stopped and looked straight into his eyes.

"Thank you for your life old rag, may your death be slow and painful."

With that he cut his head just enough so the blood would not stop flowing away and made sure he would die shortly but painfully. He laughed evilly and walked away, the rain had stopped and the day was about to come. It was time to sleep; tomorrow will be a big night. Tomorrow he will take the girl from the bar. He smiled to himself, maybe he will frighten her too…

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To be continued…

Puff, took me a week to do this. My computer never stopped crashing. Oh yeah, I wanted to say that I finished school today and I'm soooooooo happy. Now I will be able to update a little more often. The final exams were though, I'm not sure I pass my math, nether for my sciences… Wish me good luck, I don't want to go through summer school… nooooooo!