Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Taste of Your Life ❯ Dreaming About the Angle ( Chapter 4 )

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Warnings: This fanfic contains lots of violence, sex and other things like that. If you're to young to understand or don't like it, would you tell me why the hell are you reading this?!

The Taste of Your Life

By Evil Karyta

Chapter Fourth: Dreaming About the Angel

Silence overwhelmed the darkness of the room. All the curtains and windows were closed so no light could penetrate the place. The only light was emanating from the few candles placed here and there around the room giving to it a gloomy atmosphere. In spite of the warmth coming from the fire of the candles, the place felt cold and dead. A normally constituted being would have had chills of fright running down his spine if he were to enter the room.

On a corner was a king-size bed on which laid the forms of a man warped in black and red silk sheets. The person laying on it seemed just as cold and dead than the rest of his surrounding. The man's chest was uncovered and the contrast between the whiteness of his skin and the bed's linen was stunning. His face appeared so peaceful and calm as if nothing had ever happened to him, beside death. His silky chestnut hair were falling lazily above his closed eyes, his muscular forms moved smoothly and slowly at the rhythm of his respiration, it was so slow that you could have sworn there were no breathing at all and that he was completely immobile.

Then, as if life has taken over the laying body, the man started to move and ever so slowly he opened his bright eyes to the mortal darkness of the room. He blinked several times and looked from right to left bringing his pale hands to his flaming eyes chasing away all drowsiness of sleep still in there. That done, he sat up and put his feet on the cool floor, as he rose from the bed, lose silky black pants slid down his legs toward the ground stopping barely above it.

To his right was a wooden table and tow chair, on one was a white shirt which he put on not bothering with the buttons. As he was walking toward the bathroom he heard a knock at his door. He looked at it and shook his head; no one in his right mind could possibly be there unless they had death wishes. So he continued his way to the bathroom, one idea on his mind, taking a shower, but just as he was about to touch the knob another knock was heard on his door. This time, he knew that some one was truly there and that it was not a trick from his mind.

He smiled mischievously as he approached the doorway feeling the life emanating behind it. To night he would not have to roam about the town to find his victim, it was the victim who was coming straight to him. Slowly he reached with one hand to unlock the door and with opened it with the other. His eyes widen and his jaw could have felt to the floor if that could have been possible such his surprise was great. How is it possible? He asked himself as he observed the person standing before him. A sweet looking young woman with soft shinning jade eyes, honeyed auburn hair falling in velvety waves down to the middle of her back framing her adoring face. Her skin of a smooth pink shown in the dim light provided by the candles of the room giving her a holy countenance.

"Ki… Kinomoto-san!?" he managed to utter.

"Um, hi… Li-san"

He looked at her dumbfound, trying to understand how she found her way to him and why was she there? He thought his amazement could not be bigger than it already was, but he was wrong.

"What are you doing here?" he asked getting out of his shock.

She looked at him a childish smile plastered on her angelic facade and took a step toward him. The faint light of his room seemed to be attracted to her as if she was a light magnet. It played with her, making shadow and light dance around her, giving her the aspect of an apparition form above. Her eyes shimmering with the candle light were just as hypnotising as his own and at this sight of heavenly beauty, a devouring feeling of lust and need overwhelmed him trying to break down his walls.

"I don't really know… I just thought I could come and grant you some company." she finally answered still smiling gently.

The more he felt her presence, the more his walls were falling down one by one. If he did not found a way to ether satisfy his need or chase her away he would go crazy. He could not bear the sweet and intoxicating fragrance exhaling from the beauty standing before him. It was something so alive and refreshing. If angel had an odour, it would certainly smell like that, he thought dazed by the living aroma. Lost in his thoughts, he had not seen the hand coming toward his face and had not realized it until he felt it. Soft fingers touching his cheek making him come back from his dreamy state to stare in luminous green eyes looking at him lovingly just a few inches away from his pale face.

She realised that he had noticed her actions and removed her hand but he gently hold it back in place and gazed intensely into her evergreen pools seeing the reflection of his own eyes in the ones of an angel. His desire for her had given them a vehement fire changing their color to brighter shades of red, cinnamon and blue.

Sakura's kind smile despaired from her divine face replaced by an expression of longing. Her hand, hot and smooth on his face, his own hand over hers, following each and every of her delicate movements. Eyes in eyes, their breathing combined, timed appeared to stop as they slowly reached for each other, eyes gradually closing as there lips neared bounding the space between them to almost nothing as they barely touched one other and retried. They both opened their eyes to glance in the other's soul and closed them once more joining their lips once again in a small kiss and others followed as soon as one was given. None of them could resist feeling the wonderful sensation of those to small yet sensitive part of their bodies touching the other.

And soft kisses turned into kisses filed with tenderness. Sakura's hand gently trace the curves of Li's face down to his neck. His hand still on hers, he followed her movement as he closed the door with the other. She slowly winded her arm around his neck and plunged her hand in his smooth hairs. Syaoran hand left hers and slid down her arm leaving a trace of chills toward her shoulder. It descended from her shoulder and slowly glided along her back feeling her curves from the tips of his fingers. He stopped his movement around her hips circling it tenderly with his arm. His other hand reached for the smooth skin of her cheek and caressed it lovingly.

And tender kisses blossomed into loving ones. Lips pressed together setting their bodies on fire. Awaking those sensitive nerves that reacted at the smallest caress, turning their mind in euphoria. Another arm circled Li's neck bringing him even closer to her, enough to feel her burning heat. His cold hand ran down her cheek to her back pressing her against him as need started to flow in his veins. Her hand tickling his hair drove him insane, it felt so good, a joy similar to the act of killing but it felt alive instance of dread.

From tenderness, passion exploded. The kiss intensified, starting to be more demanding, more needing. The space between them was close to nothing following the boldness of the lips. As time flowed by, passion and hunger was the same in their mind. A devastating hunger for more sensations, for more feelings, for more tastes… Lips parted, tongue dancing together, a sweet feeling of berries poured in Syaoran mouth giving him a taste of what life feels like. Sensations forgotten long ago returning to his mind making him reach a part of himself he had neglected.

As time went slowly away from them, kisses and touches grew in need, turning passion to lust and desire. Hands roaming their bodies, touching every single part of skin that could be touched and was not covered. Sakura's delicate hands slid from Syaoran neck to his shoulders underneath his unbuttoned shirt slipping it slowly off of him in a languorous way and it drifted to his feet. Chills ran through his spine as he felt the soft and fine fingers of the heavenly woman run up and down his back and the luxurious taste of her tongue intertwining with his.

A furious wave of lust washed over him, he wanted her right now. It was a need so powerful, he could not deny it. He wanted to see her just like he imagined her the night before, wanted to feel her all around him, hear her scream in pleasure and nothing could stop him now. He took her in his arm, still kissing her mindlessly, her soft arms back around his neck he brought her to his silk covered bed and braking their passion filled embrace he laid her down, his fiery eyes devouring hers.

He saw her smile softly to him her green poles shining with the dancing light of the candles. He sat beside her tickling her cheek in his hand and bowing down to her wanting to feel her lips against his once again, completely addicted to her. She rose a little from the bed as his cold hand coped her chin, her arm reaching for his neck once again following the defined angles of his torso with her palm. Slowly, Li let his hand slid down her body, feeling her delicate curves from those of her arm to those of her long legs passing by her hips. Form her leg he started to move up again slipping his hand under her shirt and removed it slowly exposing her half-covered chest and lived the shirt on the floor.

With a hesitant hand he touched one of her breast trough the soft fabric of her bra. He had not touched a woman for so long he felt clumsy but a soft moan escaping her delicious mouth told him he was doing right. Not resisting to taste the other part of her body anymore, his mouth left hers and went down her chin and throat carefully avoiding the part of her neck where he could feel her pulse not wanting to taint himself anymore than he already was. He dropped a soft trail of kisses all along her neck to her collarbone as his hand played gently with her bosom. As he was doing this, she was trifling with his hairs and caressing the back of his neck.

Leisurely, Li moved his hands to her back in search for the claps of her bra wanting to remove the garment that blocked the view of her mounds. As soon as he was done he trough away the piece of clothe and stared wide eyes at her naked chest. Two beautiful breast pointing upward screaming to be touch, waiting to be ravaged, Syaoran took the invitation gladly kissing one softly, massaging the other. He heard Sakura's pleasured whining like the sweetest melody turning him up. But he wanted more then whining, he wanted moaning, he wanted cries of pleasure, he wanted to hear her more than ever.

With the greatest care, he started to be more audacious, he kissed her with more hunger going to the most sensible part of her breasts. His hand was imitating the movement of his mouth as he took her erected nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently as his hand started to pinch the other in the same way his mouth was doing. Whining turned into soft moans, which seemed to dance in his ears.

He switched place with his hands and mouth giving the same treatment to the other breast as his free hand slid to her pants trying to undo the button by feels. The button out of the way he could easily remove them and let them fell to the floor. His furtive hands ran up and down her smooth legs as his mouth and other hand kept playing with her breasts. Her soft moans seemed to increase in sound and frequency and he could feel her hands pressing him to her and descending as low as she could manage in their position.

In the mean time, Li had left her breasts to numb her flat stomach following his hands as they moved down toward her under garment which he slid away with a rapid movement leaving her completely naked on the bed mattress. He stopped his teasing to look at her in her total angelic glory. She was beautiful, her nude body bathed by the candlelight, shadows moving around her as if they were dancing on her smooth peach colored skin. Her eyes glomming softly at the rhythm of the candles movement, a real creature from the heavens. Her hairs falling al around her like sunrays and the soft light of life that only mortal possessed gave her an unreal appearance. Such beauty could not possible be offering itself to the night living creature he was.

The smile she gave him tuned all his coherent thoughts away from him, she was giving her all to him and he would certainly not refuse her. With a rapidity he could only manage he thought the rest of his clothing away, not wanting to wait any longer. He resumed his kissing on her stomach, letting his hand roan freely al over her smooth skin, touching her in more ways than one.

Her screams that echoed on the room's wall filling his ears with the sweetest sound he heard driving him to a point he could almost not control his actions. Her slender arms around him, her berry flavoured mouth on his neck all those little thing were driving him over the edge. The need, the desire and the lost he felt for her at this instant was as intense as a thousand suns. He could feel himself melt on her as he pushed himself inside her. Her cry was like music to his ears, the feeling of her around him taking his senses to a point he thought he would explode.

Slow movement filed with an inner desire to fulfil all their need and dreams soon fasten to an almost frantic speed that only lust could manage. As sensations grew in power something hit him, something he should have noticed long before, something that was not normal, something that was messing. A simple detail that he should have heed that made the entire deference and cleared everything in his mind.

The woman underneath him, the same woman he desired and longed so much for has no pulse. She was dead but with the appearance of a mortal, she was hot, she had the glimmer of light around her, that smell of blood rushing through her veins but he could not feel or hear her heart beating. That was certainly not normal, even vampires had a pulse, she was, all this was just… … …

Silence overwhelmed the darkness of the room. All the curtains and windows were closed so no light could penetrate the place. The only light was emanating from the few candles placed here and there around the room giving to it a gloomy atmosphere. In spite of the warmth coming from the fire of the candles, the place felt cold and dead.

On a corner was a king-size bed on which laid the forms of a man warped in black and red silk sheets. The person laying on it seemed just as cold and dead than the rest of his surrounding. The man's chest was uncovered and the contrast between the whiteness of his skin and the bed's linen was stunning. His face appeared so peaceful and calm as if nothing had ever happened to him, beside death. His silky chestnut hair were falling lazily above his closed eyes, his muscular forms moved smoothly and slowly at the rhythm of his respiration, it was so slow that you could have sworn there were no breathing at all and that he was completely immobile.

Then, as if life has taken over the laying body, the man started to move and ever so slowly he opened his bright eyes to the mortal darkness of the room. He blinked a several time and looked from right to left bringing his pale hands to his flaming eyes chasing away all drowsiness of sleep still in there. He sat up quickly and projected his burning orbs on his surrounding, from the closed widows to the table, the bathroom and finally on the door. He could feel the life sleeping in the edifice but the touch of innocence that the sweet Sakura had was not there. All that previously happened was just a simple twist of his tortured mind. The reconstitution of his deepest desires that hunted him to the darkness of his dreams. But it felt so real…

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The night was clear and smelled like autumn; a mix between water and flowers was carried by the fresh wind caressing softly the colored leaves of the trees. The decreasing moon, which was almost gone from the luminous sky, let her cold and gentle rays' bath the streets with her motherly care. In the depth of the artificially lighted town, the sound of youth and elders spending the night out troubling the quietness of the night, the peace of the slumbers. There excited cries echoing in the darkness of the numerous allays and roads they were passing by. The humming of the cars, the buzzing of the electric wires hanging lazily in the air above the streets, the powerful burst of the automobiles engine explosions each time they consumed some gasoline, the simple sound of someone's breathing. So many deferent sounds surrounded the world and yet we do not really care, do not really hear.

From the top of an old building roof, sited across the edge eyes fixed on the dying moon was the ethereal Li Syaoran. His incandescing orbs felled from the darkening sky to scan the black alley bellow him, searching for his next victim. He had felt the craving since he woke up because of the disturbing dream he had. The worst was that he had those dreams each day during the past three weeks and each time he closed his eyes they would come back to him. Images of a beauty he could not have circling his mind, tempting him with their delicious sensation, electrifying every single nerve of his body, making him loose his train of thoughts. Soon he would not be able to restrain himself…

A small sigh escaped his lips, already three week had passed since he last saw her and he could almost not bear it anymore. Every days he had dreams of her, not only lustful fantasy of her, there were those simple one were he would just see her, hear her, feel her presence. It was not like him at all. Just like his new found conscious exactly three weeks ago. A conscious he though he had buried deep within the black whole his soul had become through the years of murders. That thing he had when he was still human before 'she' came in his life with her supposedly pleasures of immortality. He laughed inwardly, how stupid he had been to believe 'her'.

He shocked his head, dismissing the memory of his past. He did not want to think about that, it was depressing and it always made him become more violent then he already was.

After a while, the air seemed to move around him changing from dreadful to have some life hanging into it. He smiled evilly, there was a human coming toward him. The building he was siting on was at the border of the slum quarters of Tomoeda, his favourite hunting grounds since he discovered that the police did not truly cared about what happened there as long as it did not disturbed the honest citizens. Of course they always ended up finding one of his victims but, in the end, it was a lot safer that way. The people he killed were always criminals or homeless vagabonds. In each corner of that part of the town was some one who was all alone, a person no one cared about or somebody that no one new about there existence. To top it, those mortals had always something unclear on the conscious, something shameful, something that could cost the their lives. It was a way for him to ease his revived humanity. Killing the unclear, just like he did a long time ago. A time who had trouble remembering when but he knew he had lived that way before.

His luminous cinnamon colored eyes drift slowly on the darkness to find the source of the life that suddenly hovered in the air. There was a living creature near him or maybe more, but at least one, that was all he needed to satisfy his murderous thirst.

Turning a corner, at the end of the shadowed road, was a delicious looking teenager girl. By simply looking at her, her knew she ran away from home. Her dirty clothes, the bag swinging on her small shoulders, her knees grazed, her eyes red because of the lack of sleep and maybe the drugs she had been using lately. She was miserable, and to him she looked sweet in a certain way.

From his point of observation, he could easily imagine himself falling in front of her as she would past right in before him. He could see in his vicious mind the look of terror in her eyes. He could almost already hear screams piercing the night as she would realise what would happen to her.

That is when her real cry came to his ears. From the darkness that provided the ruined building he was on, appeared a man who jumped on Li's prey before he could do anything. He had caught the young girl and brought her with him in the shadow where he hid a few moments ago.

Syaoran growled deep in his throat. How dared that human to take his meal away from him. He would have to pay for it dearly. The vampire jumped down the six floor high building to land smoothly behind the man. What he saw once there shocked him even though he was a soulless monster.

The girl, eyes filled up with pain, horror and fright, a flow of salty water drifting down her pretty face, was at the mercy of the man hands and mouth roaming her body with lustful violence. She was fighting him hard to free herself from him but her puny attempts only made her assailant more aroused. She debated herself even more, trying to kick the man or hit him with her tiny fists but stopped, as if paralysed, when she felt the cold steel of a razor sharp knife against her small neck. Her eyes widen and a few more tears formed in her already red eyes to fall slowly down her cheek to the dirty ground.

The man chuckled as he kissed her toughly at the aria of her small yet shaped breasts. His free hand griping her pents, pulling the clothes down as he pressed his erection, already out of his own pent, on her. He was tearing up her shirt, ready to break through her, as he pined her on the bricked wall behind her.

Li could not take it anymore. The whimpers of pain from the girl's throat, the grunts of satisfaction from the man as he neared breaking into the poor teenage girl. It was driving him insane, rising his craving to a point he never experienced before. At the brink of sanity, he sized the man and through him to the opposite walls with almost all the power the thirst could give him. The man felt to the floor like a big ball of bad smelling trash, which he was in a way. The immortal took a glance at the shaking girl, a small smile on his lips as if trying to calm her down but the color and the look he had in his eyes was more frightening than the whole aggression she had been through a moment ago.

He returned his attention to the man as he was getting up, shaking his head, trying to clear his view and his thoughts. His bright gloomy eyes crossed the cruel stare the man has been giving to him until he realised with whom, or rather with what, he was dealing with. He took a step back, as if stroked by a thunder bolt, when he saw the appearance of the human looking creature standing coolly before him, his eyes burning intensely in the darkness surrounding them like to reddish light set on him. Only those flaming orbs seemed to be alive, all of him looked normal and extraordinary in the same time. The opalescence of his white skin, the way his hairs slowly danced with the fresh autumn wind or the light in his eyes as if it drank all the radiance around him, from the one of the sky to the artificial brightness of the city. But the man could not let himself been impress this easily, he was a rough one, he had seen others looking much more stronger than this one, he would not give in his strange appearance.

" I don't know were your coming from freak, but it won't work on me. I'm gonna make you regret interrupting me like this. Prepare to die!" he hissed toward Li.

Syaoran smiled, or rather smirked in a dangerous kind of way if the human could have understood it but it did send chills down his spine although he would not admit it. He was really scary in aspect, even though he was sure it was just some kind of costume for Halloween or something like that. However, in the Li's point of view, it was a pleasure smile, this kill will be more than interesting, at least he would have some kind of fight with this one. This mortal had some kind of strength sleeping deep within him. He might reserve him some surprise in his torn sleeves.

"Than bring it on," he whispered back to the man.

His burning eyes glued to the man, devouring him already, like he did with previously with the girl. He advanced toward him, his gaze never leaving his. The scared man tried to give him a cold stare but it did not seem to have any effect on him. His hand were tightly balled into fist as Li came closer and closer to him, his frame menacing and eyes dangerously bright.

"What are you waiting for, worm," he murmured as the spaces between the two men shorten.

The man smiled a little as Li came into reach. The vampire looked at him with a questioning look to which he was answered by an arm swayed at his guts. Syaoran felt a sharp, cold, metal like thing tearing into him, going deep inside his body. He sensed a warm liquid slowly flooded out of him, spreading on the filthy ground in a pool of crimson red water. The man retried his arm from him his hand, covered with the vivid red blood that was cooling faster that normal, holding a knife from which droplets of red dripped to the floor joining the already big pool of blood.

He smiled in victory as his 'victim' taking a few steps backward. Li, bent forward, eyes closed in pain, a pain he had not feel since long ago, his hand stained with blood holding his wound which was starting to heal like usually. He opened his eyes to see the red pool at his feet. His knees started to flinch as the pain grow in intensity when he heard the little bastard laughing cruelly at him. This brought a sarcastic smile to his lips and he started to chuckle in spite of the pain he felt. He really though he had killed him, well he was wrong, terribly wrong. The man stopped to laugh when he heard Li's insane snorts as he slowly got back up, his close drenched with blood but no wound on him, not even a scratch, though Li still felt the pain in his stomach.

The fool started trembling the moment he meet the burning stare of the immortal. Syaoran's eyes were no longer the passive flaming cinnamon colored he always has but a deep, vivid, bright red. He could have burned the man with his stare. He smiled evilly at the mortal being before him, smelling the fright oozing out of him. He looked like a demon from hell, a real monster, the real beast living inside of him had been released to the open world. This was no good news.

He had changed in a sort of way, his fangs were longer, his skin was whiter, his eyes red like hell's fire. He was not in control of his body anymore, he was stronger, faster, could see better, could smell even more than he could before. His sense had risen to an other point, braking the limits he thought he had. He was the real vampire, the real beast of the legend. Not the simple imitation he was before but he knew it would not last. As soon as he would have satisfied his crave, he would be back to normal. So he plugged his devilish stare into the shaking human eyes.

"Are you scared…?" He asked, the most inhuman voice he ever heard himself use during his lifetime coming out of his throat.

Out of a sudden, his smile despaired from his death pale face and his infernal eyes narrowed at the man, paralyzing him. Within a second, he had lung at him, tearing up his flesh with his deadly fangs, swallowing all the blood he could as fast as he could, compassing for the lost he hand because of the wound. He felt the hot life spreading into his body, filling his empty veins, and calming the creature that awaken inside of him, lulling it to sleep hoping it would never arise again. When he came to the last droplet of the delicious liqueur, he knew he needed more to completely calm himself.

He dropped the dead man, making a dreadful sound as the body hit the ground and turned his head to the direction of the other wall where the girl was still standing, paralysed by all the violence she had witnessed. His eyes were still the same violent reds they were but his color had come back to him making him look as if he wore red contact lenses. He knew very well that she was frighten like no one had ever been, he had no chose but to kill her, she had been traumatised for life, he knew it all to well.

He walk slowly toward her, his evil orbs locked with hers, making her feeling weak. When he came in reach of her, he passed his cold white hand through her tangled hairs and bought down his lips to her forehead and kissed it lightly. He hugged her tightly as she started to cry, kissing her tears away from her puffy, red eyes tasting the salty water on his tongue. He was soothing her to a quasi trance like state of mind. As he gently kissed her temples he whispered huskily in a voice he recognise has his own, his breath caressing her ears.

"Your long walk in the darkness ends here sweat heart. Bid my respects to the One From Under…"

Her eyes closed slowly in a sign of acceptance as she heard his voice. He kissed her neck before piercing her aorta and drained all of her life away from her to come into him. His mouth was filled with the wonderful taste of her hot blood. It was a flavour he would never grow tired of even after all this time spanned on earth as a cruel vampire.

The girl expired before he could have drained her completely, giving him an amazing burst of death in his chest. It was rare for him to enjoy the feeling of someone death while drinking their blood and he loved it even though it was dangerous for him. He liked that feeling of danger surrounding him. He let the now death cold girl fall to the ground whispering to her his farewell as he started to walk away from the corps of his new victims.

He signed as his eyes meet the gloomy light of the moon, a sorrowful smile hanging on his lips. His old appearance now completely returned to him, the beast asleep forever he hoped. He did not want this to happen again. At least he had killed the guilt. Now his thirst quenched he could come back to his main problem. Sakura. He had to see her, and it would be to night. Once he would have change…

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Li's piercing eyes were scanning through the front window of the tavern he knew she still worked at. In the darkness of the room, he could see a woman serving tow men the drinks they had ordered. At the far end was a couple laughing at something the guy told the girl, though her laugh was not sincere, he could see it in her eyes. He could see many things in the eyes of the mortals. Were is she…

He tried to see who was the bartender tonight but he could not see the counter from where he was standing. He shook his head in a sign of annoyance. He had promised her he would come back that night, three weeks ago. He had made her wait long enough, it was time for him to show himself to her.

The fresh air made him shiver more by habit than by necessity. I guess old habit never dies… He though a bitter smile lifting the side of his pale lips. The sound of the soft music playing inside reached his sensitive ears, the heart beating, the sound of the glass being filled up, the soft whisper of the mortals talking in the ear of the other one, he was overwhelm by his sense. It was good to just concentrate on these simple things, it made him forget his nature.

He shook his head lightly and turned his body around. If he could not see her through the window, he might just get inside. He pulled the door and entered the bar. A wave of hot air fill with the sweet aroma of alcohol blew into his face tickling him as the burning draft touched him. His eyes drift from the tables before him to the bar at the end of the room. Behind it stood a man trying to seduce a female customer sited on a stool, a glass of vodka in her delicate looking hands. Her long brown hairs fell straight down her back, no oscillations in them but shiny and smooth on her bare back. She appeared drunk to him but not that much, just enough for him to notice, just like the other man did. Her red dress clanged to her body living almost nothing for the imagination. As he walked toward them he could see glimpse of he face. She was cute with her brown eyes shining with intelligence, a gentle smile hanging at the edge of her red lips.

He quickly lost any interest on the girl when he looked more closely at the man. He was young, maybe 24 or 25. His sandy blond hairs shining with the lights of the bar, his ocean blue eyes devouring the woman in front of him as he made conversation with her, if you could call a single person talking to the other a conversation. It was clear to Li that this guy had interest on her only because he needed realise tonight and he had decided to let go on any good looking drunk girl that would come to him tonight. This disgusted him. If one thing he did not like in the human mind was this craving for sex. Of course he too had his needs but he could count on his fingers the times he had a woman that way through the centuries. He decided to do the girl a favour by making her realise how wrong she was to trust that man. This would certainly be an interesting thing to do before he went to look for Sakura again.

A smug smile twisting his lips, he approached them like a tiger ready to strike his prey. He sited himself right beside the girl letting his unreal eyes scanned her body in a very obvious way for both of the mortals. After a while the girl turned her head in his direction acknowledging his presence with a small smile. He responded with one of his own. She seemed to like his grin because she suddenly stopped paying attention at the bartender.

"Hi! My name is Ikako Akira, the famous fashion designer," she introduced.

"Li Syaoran, a modest little house seller," he replied politely as he took the hand she had extended to him, kissing it gently sending pleasant shivers down her spine.

He could feel the anger taking on the man behind the bar as he saw Li seductively kiss the back of the hand of the woman he had set his eyes on since the beginning of the night. This made him laugh inwardly. It was amusing to torment some one, he already enjoyed it when he was still alive. He decided to be a little more arrogant toward the man and turned toward him, a charming smile on his pale face hid by the poorly lighted tavern.

"Excuse me but could you bring me your best red wine bottle for me and the lady," he asked the now fuming barman.

"As you wish sir," he hissed not able to hind his resentment.

Li felt even more amused by this. This man was really too easy to anger but he had to play this little game another day. He had other matters to attend to, like a angelic looking woman he had promised to meet one night three weeks ago. Now to get rid of this woman…

"You really are a handsome man, Li-san and I think you could become really famous…" she whispered to him getting a little closer to him.

"And what are you thinking about?" he inquired.

"Well, as you may already know, I design man clothing and I think you would make a wonderful model for my new collection."

"Miss, your proposition seem to me very delicious and tempting to me but I like too much the way I live my life to lose it in a modelling carrier. I'm sorry but it is really not my kind of thing…" he said turning her down as gently as he could.

She seemed to be very disappointed to his turning down on her rare proposition. She gave him a sad smile and was about to make him change his mind but the look on his face shown clearly that he was sorrowfully not interested in the modelling or the fame or with the money that came along with it. She pouted her lips in a grieved for a last attempt to convince the gorgeous man before her but that did not work either. She signed in defeat and resembled her things and got up ready to leave. She turned around just before she started to walk away and whispered to him making her sorrow the more evident she could manage in her voice.

"You don't know the chance you let fall through your hand by refusing this," she said and turned to leave.

Li laughed smoothly looking at the departing features of the woman as she crossed the door. No little one… YOU don't know the chance you got from my refusing… He chuckled a little more before getting to his feet ready to leave as well. That is when the other man arrived with the wine. He looked at Syaoran a bit confused and his eyes searched for the woman. He heard a light laugh coming from his male client and his eyes narrowed.

"Here is the wine you wished for sire," he sad his voice full of venom.

"Thanks a lot but you can take it back to your cave. The lady just left, I think I up set her by refusing her advances," Li sad a small smirk on his lips.

He heard the man growl in his throat. That made Li even more satisfied with himself. Before he left he decided to play some more with the mortal. He was so easy to anger he might as well push his luck a little more.

"By the way, wouldn't you happen to know a young woman working here by the name of Sakura, would you," he asked flatly earning another growl from the man.

"Don't you dare touch her, she is mine!" he threaten.

Li just smiled at the man and headed for the exit. Turning his head in his direction once again seeming to debate in his mind to say something or not. Finally deciding against it, he left the bar to the direction where he knew his angel was. It was so long ago that he did not had the chance to see the stunning beauty of the woman, he felt almost light hearted at the idea of seeing her again. Now that was weird. Since when was he happy to only see a mere mortal and not ripe the into pieces…

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Sited at the kitchen table, her long legs spread on the table, reading a book in the dim light of the unique light bulb of the room was Kinomoto Sakura. She was dressed very lightly considering of the temperature outside. Only a pink tank top that managed to covered her chest and short white shorts hid the other half of her body. She smiled faintly at a passage of the book she was reading. This is life… she thought sighing lightly. A soft music played in the background giving to the atmosphere of the place a relaxing touch.

Unknown to her, hidden in the shadow of the cold night was a pale figure watching over her a soft smile on his lips. Than he frown wrapping the smile away from him in an almost disgusted way. He could not believe he had smiled at the simple sight of her. This angered him slightly but, somehow, he could not bring about to him to stay angry with her for doing this to him. After all, she was pure white compared to him, and even demons smiled at the sight of the holly even if it pained them. It was a sweet pain, a torturing sweet pain that he embraced willingly. He leaned more comfortably in the trunk of the tree on which he sited.

After a few moments had passed the phone rang making Sakura jump a little startling her. She sighed in a defeated manner, so much for that intriguing part of the book she was about to dive in. It will have to wait for her to answer the call and get rid of it to go back to it. She moved her legs to put her bare feet on the cold floor and made her way lazily to the ranging phone. She lifted her arm toward it an annoyed expression on her usually very calm face as she muttered her impatience under her breath before finally answering.

"Muchi-muchi, Kinomota Sakura desu," she said in an exasperated tone of voice.

"Konbawa Sakura!" exclaimed a male voice at the other and of the receiver.

"Moruko! Why are you calling me at this time of the night?" she asked feeling more bothered than she already was.

"Oh, I just wanted to know how you were doing since we had not seen each other for a long time."

'More to my relief yeah!' "As you can hear I'm doing fine."

"Well, I was wondering if I could come and see that fore my-self. I just finished my shift and I though you and I could go out to night. I mean it's only 11 o'clock…" he trailed of hope in his voice.

Sakura rolled her eyes trying her best not to let her frustration shown through the conversation. All she really wanted was to go back to that book she was reading before he interrupted her, none so gently might I add. How she wished that perverted man would leave her alone. Could he not find another woman to bother and live her alone. How many times has she told him off, how countless times has she made it crystal clear that she was not interested in him yet he would always come back fore more. She signed mentally, some people will never learn, they just do not have to capability to understand things like that.

From his observing spot Li could hear the whole conversation. Being a creature of the undead had its own goods in a way. Through the years of wandering and roving upon the dark face of the earth, he had learned a few tricks. Feeling the life of the mortals or the presence of an other one of his kind was a part of it. But the one he was truly fond of was that reading mind ability of his. Few of his race had the chance to master it like he did. He did not know how it happened nor why he was gifted with it. Maybe it was because his creator was already old when she transformed him, or maybe it was because he was from a powerful family of Chinese sorcerers, who could tell, only god knew.

He listened carefully to the whole conversation between the man called Shoji and Sakura. It seemed to him that she did not really like him. By the way her gentle features would curve into a disgusted frown or the impatient tone of her sweet voice he could tell he profoundly annoyed her. That made him chuckle under his breath, he too did not like the man at the instant he had met him at the bar to night. There was something in him that made him wanting to kill him, or at least torment him some for his own pleasure and satisfaction.

"Come on, it will be fun. Just you and me dancing, drinking, letting lose for the night," he heard the Shoji man insist through the phone.

"I already told you that I was planing pass a soft, relaxing night ready and sleeping. I'm really not interested but we can maybe put in one hold for an other day," she told him with the sweetest and the more sincere she could manage though she clearly was not.

"You don't know what you are missing. What could I say to make you change your mind?"

At that Syaoran decided to help her. At her rhythm she would be at it for another hour. The woman was way to soft for her own good. This will lead to something bad if she do not remedy it. He sighed as he reached her door in the blink of an eye. Yes, being a vampire has it pleasant avenges. He half smiled at the thought, how much did he despised his nature and loved it at the same time. The life of a supernatural murderer roaming about the gloomy surface of a dying planet was indeed one of contrivers. Many good points but much more displeasing points there is to even count.

He dismissed those thoughts, relaying on the only thing that could make him happy, and mad at the same time. He lifted his arm ready to knock at the wooden door of her tiny yet very classy apartment. He let his inhuman sense reach through the door, his hearing much sensible than that of a mortal, curious to know if she had hanged up on that pathetic excuse for a mortal human man that was having the great privilege to talk with her through the phone. Yes, he was still there. He smirked at the thought of annoying him once again. This certainly was worth the time. He than let his fist hit the wood for her to acknowledge his presence.

He heard her stop talking for a second and than tell Moruko to wait a little. He could hear his annoyed sigh as she dropped the phone on the table and walk toward the door. Li could clearly tell that she was both relived and anxious by his distraction. Who would not be? It was late in the night, she was all alone in her home and no one could help her if she needed help. She placed her hand on the steel knob and than drew in a deep breath as her eyes dared through the peephole allowing her to see what awaited her behind the wooden shield as her muffled voice waved to his ears.

"Who's there?"

"Me," was the vampire's simple answer.

She sighed as she saw him through the hole. She was happily surprised to see him. Since their last stand three weeks ago she kept thinking about him. Even, sometimes, surprising herself daydreaming about their next encounter. Even more, she looked forward to it, finding herself more anxious over the weeks, pondering if her will ever reappear again. Because that was the way they always met. He would appear out of nowhere to despair once again the same mysterious way he had come.

She opened the door with a delightful smile on her soft lips, merriment in her ever so bright green eyes. He caught himself starting to form a faint smile on his own lips. The sight of her was always a blissful one. Even in his dreams and even if it made him insane with need, want, and desire, crave and all the thing a man and a fiend of the like of him could experience. She was breath taking, even more gorgeous from up close than from where he was observing her in the dark.

His unreal eyes gazed at her as if she was the first thing a blind man had seen throughout his dark surrounded life. And the faint smile that was on his lips moments ago seemed to crave to bloom into a fully-grown one even though he would not allow it. She waved him to get in, to which sign he compiled gratefully.

His eyes scanned his new surrounding. To his left was a small wall on which was hooked a few pictures of the ever so beautiful Sakura and her friends, some of her college years, some of her family and other of the other woman that lived with her. Behind that wall was the living room. At his right was another wall with hooks on it for them to hang their belongings, behind that wall he believed that there was the location of the kitchen. In front of him, beside the stunning sight of Sakura, was a corridor leading toward the bathroom and other rooms.

She motioned him to fallow her toward the dining room place in the junction of the living room. She smiled at him as she shown him the table asking him silently to take a sit which he took silently not moving his eyes away from her for even a single second. He than lived he pretty face to look at the phone set on the table and smirked knowing that some unpleasant man was waiting for her to get back to there conversation.

"Did I come into an inopportune time," he asked waving his hand in the direction of the awaiting phone receiver.

"Oh that! No, no. I was just going to say my good byes before you came. Give me a second and I'm all yours," she said her tone of voice light and relived.

'and I'm all yours' What a tempting thought even if it were just a way of talking, he wished he could hear her say that sentence to him for at least once. How could something so innocent and pure can awake feelings such at his? Maybe it was because that everything that was forbidden had always seemed appealing to any living beings.

"Um, Shoji?… I'm sorry but… What?… No… Listen, could we talk about this another time? It's because some one just show up and I had not seem him in a while so…What!? No, his a friend of mine and I just wanted to catch up with him… Yes, bye now… No I really gotta go now. Bye!" and she hung up placing back the receiver on its belonging place and sigh her release as the intruder finally lived her. She turned back to him and smiled gratefully at him.

"So," she said cheerfully. "How is it going?"

"Actually, much better now," he answered her with his deep voice. "Would it be too indiscreet to ask you who you were talking to?"

"Just a looser who can't understand what 'no' means even if his life depended on it," she declare her voice having a small annoyed tone but she smiled anyway. " Sorry about that. It's just that this man can truly make me loose my ways at times. I mean, he have that something that I just don't like."

"I could see that." Syaoran retorted quite amused by her little outburst.

"Do you want something to drink or to eat?"

"No, but thanks anyway."

They stared at each other, suddenly feeling uneasy with on other presence. It was awkward indeed because the last time they had seen each other had been a quite heated living Sakura perplex and Li furious at himself. She searched through her mind any way to start a conversation to ease the atmosphere so they both would be more comfortable with each other. Li, seeing her uneasiness decided to remedy to it by smiling a week smile and than tell her what had been nagging him since he entered her house.

"You might want to cover up a little," he remarked referring to her choose of dressing.

She looked at him, not understanding completely and than looked at herself and blushed a deep shade of read. She stuttered a lame excuse and fled to her room getting a night robe and throwing it on her small shoulders. As she walked back in, her cheeks still coloured with embarrassment, she remarked that he still had his coat on. He handed it to her reviling his clothing, a sweeter and a pair of black jeans. She could not help but notice that he was always dress in dark tones, as much as it looked handsome on him it interfered her but she passed it.

"So you said that you come from China? Where exactly?" she asked sitting back down on her chair.

"Hong Kong. I lived my whole childhood there. A lively city it was. Than I left it and started to travel for my job and ended up here. I really like it here. Small town with interesting people. What about you?"

"Me? Well I lived all my live here! I did travelled a little though, 'cause of my father being an archaeologist and all, so I did saw a lot of Japan. I went in Greece once and in France too. Beautiful countries with great history…" she trailed of.

Li had felt a cold chill run up his spine at the mention of France but he holed it back. It was the past and he could not go back on it. What had been done was done and could not being unmade. It was sad but it was the way things were. He had learn it the hard way as his life carried on but he finally got used to what he had become.

As the time went by, Sakura seemed to have lost her uneasiness while his though, remained there. He could not deny it any more, he needed this one woman. In many ways. He dreamt of her many days before coming back to her. He had tried to understand what he was experimenting, what was it that he felt. Sure he craved for her, but in a deferent way that he had before. It was not only the bloodlust, or the sex that he wanted from her. There was something more… deep in there. Not quite like love but something close to it. So close it could bring him insane, and it had a few times now. But his blind eyes to pure feeling could not see that just yet.

Their conversation carried on through the night until he could not bear to see her anymore. Her smell, her ways, her angelic appearance was driving him to a point where he would soon lose all his senses. As much as he wanted to give in, he could not bring himself to let it go. He wanted her, he needed her as much as he needed blood but he just could not bring upon himself to hurt her. She was too delicate, too priceless, too important to him for simply getting rid of her just like that. The crave that he felt fore her went deeper that a simple meal.

" I'm sorry Sakura-san, but I have to go now. It is very late now and I have some work to attend to tomorrow," Syaoran said as he rose from his sitting position, Sakura following his lead yawning tiredly through the process.

"Well than good night Syaoran-san. Hope I will see you again soon," she told him unhooking his coat and giving it to him.

"Sure we will…"

And with that he was gone. As he slowly walked his way through the cold night he looked up toward her apartment building finally admitting to himself that she will not die from his hand. Somehow, throughout only three encounters, she had found a way through him enplaning herself deep within him and holding in there for dear life. He smiled sadly ad his own reflection on frizzing puddle of water that laid at his feet. His eyes seemed to somehow unfreeze the water creating a mirror for him to see his tormented soul if he still had one.

He was almost scared of himself. The sight of his fiery eyes contrasting so much with the pallor of his skin. It was obvious to him why the mortals found him so immensely irresistible and frightening. He had the features of a good, with the heart and soul of a demon. He smiled at his reflection showing himself his own white and deadly fangs that had killed to many through the centuries and was fated to kill much more in the future. He then felt annoyed with this vision of himself and started walking once again, diving his foot into the pool shattering his image to oblivion. His thought went back to the innocent Sakura and a sorrowful smile touched his pale lips. He was truly regretful for her.

"You found your way through the hear of a demon little one. This gives you the chance to see an other day but a what cost… … …"

He slowly despaired in the lone streets toward his small room and he felt so helpless to save the angel from a imminent fall that he knew would be the cause. And as down slowly lift to veil of the night, he never felt as powerless and dammed as he was at this very moment.

To be continued… … …