Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Taste of Your Life ❯ Falling In Love with the Night ( Chapter 5 )

Warnings: This present fanfiction is not meant for young readers. It contains violence, sex and is dedicated to a mature audience only. You've been warned, read at your own risk and peril.

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The Taste of Your life

By Evil Karyta

Chapter Fifth: Falling In Love with the Night

The sun was slowly disappearing behind the buildings of Tomoeda ready to take a well-deserved rest for the next day to come. Many of the citizens were already preparing themselves for a good night of sleep. Since the coming of that 'Vampire Killer' in town, know one was really brave enough to go out after the fall of the night.

Although not many would come to the bar where she worked at, Sakura still had to work. Her employer would not close her bar, something about some people being stupid enough to go out at night to get drunk. She had laughed at that comment but still she felt uneasy to walk out in the darkness. The good point was that she had raised her pay cheque drastically not allowing her to refuse.

She sighed as she looked at the sitting sun through the window of her living room, her mind wandering back to the events of the last night. He had been so compressive, so willing to listen to her stupid rambling about her life. Most of all, he had been ever so respectful of her. No man would have told her to put something over her reviling night wears. He was not an ordinary man in her point of view. He was charming in a strange sort of way, he was very intelligent too and could carry out any kind of conversation with her without making her passing for a fool or just plain ignorant as many would. It was not her fault if she was as innocent as a child in appearance, though she was not that much. She did understood many things about life, she just was not the kind of girl to show it. But him, she trusted him enough to tell him all that she felt, all that she knew and showed him how brilliant she was. Because underneath every thing, she was some one with hopes and dreams and of course she was able to voice everything, just not at any one.

A dark haired woman entered to room and stared at Sakura who seemed to be in total admiration for what she was seeing through the window or in deep reflection. She approached her and laid a delicate hand over her bare shoulder. This simple act started to deep in thought Sakura. She turned her hand toward the hand resting on her shoulder and smiled lightly, recognising it as her best friend talented hand.

"What is in your mind Sakura? I never saw you so deep into your though in a long time," she ask her voice taking a caring tone of concern.

"Nothing really Tomoyo-chan…" she said with a sweet smile playing on her lips.

"That is strange. Somehow I don't believe you."

Sakura smiled some more and plopped down on the couch Tomoyo following her lead. It was more likely impossible to fool her wise friend and she knew better than to tell her off. If some as stubborn as her had something on her mind she would never see the end of it. She sighed lightly taking a small breath in and turn to her ready to confess everything that was on her mind.

"It's just that… Well Li Syaoran came hear yesterday and we talked really late through the night and… I don't know. He intrigues me Tomoyo-chan."

"Oh, what did you talked about?" she questioned her friend feeling very interested.

"Everything, our lives, our hopes and dreams. What we truly wanted to do. It was kinda weird, I felt as if I knew him for a long time. I never talked that deeply with no one but you Tomoyo. I don't understand.…"

"You know, I think a do…" she uttered giving her a knowing smile.

"You do? Than tell me!"

"Sakura-chan, I think you're falling for the man," she simply told her getting up from the cosy couch.

"What! No I'm not," she declared jumping to a defensive and blushing furiously.

Tomoyo just simply smiled like a mother to her child. Even though Sakura was an intelligent woman, she still was way too innocent. She could see many things in life, she could explain every thing that she knew express her feeling as clearly as the wise man that lived nearly a sanitary pondering about humanity and yet she could not see that she was falling in love.

She stayed there, not moving for a long time pondering about what her friend told her. What if she was right. She was always right in the past… but maybe she is wrong for a change. And if she is right, than what about him… he might not be, might not feel the same… Man now I'm confused!

Sakura stood up a little frustrated by seeing that all her thinking would not take her anywhere soon. She gave a quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall above the small buffet in the dining room and than squirmed in horror! It was late, too late. Her boss will have her head if she happened to come late. She almost lost her job the last time and she defiantly did not what it to happen.

She spun around almost running to the door gripping her keys in the process. She shoved her white coat on her shoulders in a hurry. Turning her head toward the kitchen she said a rather lame good bye to her friend and not waiting for her replay she stormed out of the apartment slamming the door as she fell down the stair case.

It was cold outside and she quickly closed her coat to keep herself warm and protected from the freezing wind that blew around her shoving her hairs in any direction. Something was really furious against her to turn the elements against her. A frustrated cry escaped her lips when she tripped on her own feet not really looking what she was doing in her hurry. She stopped a little to take her breath. If she kept it at this rate she would not make it in one piece to the bar.

She started to walk once again, this time more causally and looking where she was going this time. If she walked fast enough, not ran, she would make it in time and would not be fired. And beside, she might have the chance to see Li once again tonight. Who know, maybe he was in for a drink. If it was the case than she would keep that special red wine that she was sure he would love. She smiled to herself at the thought of seeing him once again. See his hypnotising eyes dancing in the darkness, hear his gentle deep voice ringing in her ears making her feel dizzy… Maybe Tomoyo was right. Maybe, just maybe, she was falling for him….

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A pale figure hidden in the darkness of a narrowed ally, was watching a very nervous young woman almost running on the sidewalk. He smirked as he saw her trip over something than stop to catch her breathe and regain her composure. She then start walking toward her destination looking more carefully where her feet landed not wanting to fall face first in the dirt.

He kicked off of the wall where he was laying a few moments ago his effervescent eyes never living the beauty he had spotted on the other side of the road. He swept deeper into the darkness, which seemed to eat him, completely disappearing. He than looked up toward the sky and his smirk grew wider on his pallid lips. Taking a deep breath he crouched down and jumped inhumanly high landing soundlessly on the roof of a small building the tills crisping under his weight. The frigid wind blew through his wild chestnut locks, swaying his dark long coat in the process giving him an unholy look as he smoothly walked toward the edge of the roof.

His luminous eyes drift to the delicate features of the fast walking woman underneath. He followed her, jumping from roofs to roofs, keeping his pace even with hers never letting his unreal gaze live her as he moved forward. As she slowly took a turn to her right he jumped from the building he stood on to the one build on the other side of the street matching the sound of the wind to his own motions his burning orbs still glued to her.

The young woman was about half way to her destination when suddenly a man came to her. He recognised him for being the man that worked with her at the fancy little tavern. He did not trusted him, there was something to him that he just disliked. Maybe it was the way he looked, too confident, too egocentric, to selfish for his liking, or it was the way he acted around women and other men that just made him feel this way. He was not sure but the only thing he knew was that the man got to his nerves and that was all he needed to hate him. He crouched down, wanting to know what this man was doing out at this time of the night knowing that there was a 'ruthless killer on the loss'. He smiled evilly at that thought, he loved the thrill that those humans gave him each time they discovered the body that he oh so carelessly left them.

"Moruko-san! What are you doing here?" she asked a nervous tone to her always so sweet voice.

He did not say anything, his ocean like eyes devouring her lithe body from head to toes making her feel a bit more uncomfortable than she usually is when he is near her. She was used for men to eye her like he did and usually did not felt as if they were intruding her privacy but when it came from him, she just had this feeling that something bad would come out of this. And how right she was at the precise moment. She took a safe step backward, wanting to have as much space in-between them as possible but he compensated by walking tow more in her direction. Not comprehending what exactly he was doing, she steeped back further more but he made it up to her twice as much.

Now she really was uncomfortable and she was about to voice it out when he lounged at her like a predator to his prey. She screamed in horror as he sized her but his hand soon muffled her cries as it clasped over her mouth. She started to debate herself desperately, trying to break away from his strong grip but she found herself helpless. The more she moved, the tighter his arms would be around her fail body. Panic was all over her beautiful eyes draining all the light that they once held. She knew what was awaiting her but she still could not believe it. Salty tears escaped her eyes spilling down her terrorised face as Shoji pushed her in the direction of a small and very dark street. Her whole body quivered in fright, fighting with all her might against the arms encircled her but to no avail, she was trapped.

The gloomy arms of agony and pain covered her taking away her judgement, her sanity almost. This can't be possibly happening to me. It can't be. I refuse to believe this…Oh my god, please somebody! HELP!!! Panic and terror had finally fastened their hold over her and there was nothing more to do than pray for help. She felt his icy fingers clutch her left breast and she cried more trying to make her screams pass over his hand but she knew that would never happen.

From his point of view, Syaoran was infuriated and that was not even the good word to describe his rising anger. He gripped firmly the edge of the building, shattering it to dust as soon as his hand took hold of it. He would have to pay for making her suffer, she did not deserved such a treatment. That animal of a man was going to languish for his doings. He jumped down the building he once stood on and in a flash found himself in front of the man and his capture flower. He growled deeply in his throat, feeling his anger hit the top just like the other time when the other rapist had the wonderful idea to stab him. His eyes narrowed, turning a dangerous shade of fiery red, his fangs glomming menacingly as he marched toward the pare. The beast was about to be freed, some one was going to anguish tonight. Moruko lifted his eyes to look at the man that appeared out of nowhere but he did not see the red eyes glaring at him nor did he noticed the way he was grinning his teeth or the white fangs shining in the dark. He simply snorted at him and talk menacingly not aware of the creature that was soon to be unleashed inside the depth of the dark man before his very eyes.

"Go away if you value your life and I advice you to forget what you saw." He told him his tone getting a daring note.

Li did not head him, the real vampire sleeping in him had been once again awaken and it needed blood, it needed pain in the eyes of it's prey, it needed fear, it needed vengeance and nothing would deny it to him. Not even the holy God himself could stop him at this very moment. His eyes flared a bright shade of red that not even hell's fire could match the fierce of the inferno that his burning orbs retained and it craved to be emancipate. Shoji started to tremble at the sight of this fearful creature. He was about to take a hasty leave but he stopped him by gripping the collar of his shirt.

He dropped Sakura to the ground and she looked up to see what happened. Her scared eyes fell the body of her captor hanging about two feet from the ground by another man who held him by his shirt. She could not see his face but she recognised him, it was Li. How did he found himself there she did not know but she was grateful he was. She opened her mouth to thank him but she was cut by his deep voice.

"Run!" was all he said but she would not be plead to compile.

She stood on her feet and run as fast as she could but as she turned a corner she collapsed her emotions taking over her body. She laid there, under the pale glow of a streetlight, shaking and sobbing all her being.

Back in the black ally, Syaoran still hold the man in the air, his eyes burning through him. He smirked devilishly and let the beast completely take over his body. His fangs growing to a frightening length, his eyes loosing his pupils giving him the look of a creature coming from the depth of hell, which he was in a sort of way. His voice switched to that unnatural tone taking away all that was human about him. The vampire was freed from his soul and he would not restrain it.

"You should never had laid a single finger on her human. Now you are going to perish by my hand. Prepare to suffer human," his inhuman voice growled at him as he threw him to the end of the ally landing painfully hard on the dirty pavement.

He laughed cruelly hearing the sound of a few of the man's bones cracking. He walked slowly toward him, a frightening smile adoring his devilish features. He bent down to Shoji's level and laughed some more at the sight of the painful expression hanging on his bloody face. He took hold of his blond hairs and rose his hand from the ground and forced him to look at him. His blue eyes held nothing but fear toward the creature standing before him. The vampire's eyes studied him for a moment and than he spoke with his supernatural voice hanging ominously in the cold air.

"Can't you, pathetic little human, stand up and a least try to save your worthless life?"

Moruko started to lift his body from the ground on hand and knees. Li circled him to position himself to his other side. His foot rose from the ground and it connected hard on his ribs, braking some in the process and he went fling to the other end of the street. Another evil laugh escaped his throat and reach Shoji's ears. He weakly got back to his feet, holding his sides with one arm the other laying helplessly to his side. He lift his head to see the red eyes of the devil right in front of him.

"Took you long enough… what is wrong with that arm? Is it broken?" he asked mischievously.

His hand sized the hanging arm painfully hard a cry of agony vented from his mouth reaching the skies as if asking the gods to help him. Syaoran laugh even more at the display of weakness and pain. The beast inside of him satisfied with the amount of fear and torture it was infecting its prey. But it craved for more, logged for this human to be at the break of death before it savoured the pleasure of his boiling blood.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. Well, I shall remedy to this now, shan't I."

His satanic voice was eerily soft and he found himself trembling more. The hold Li had on his broken arm tighten some more and his evil eyes narrowed furiously but his sickening smile staid right were it was if not wider than before. He could hear his diabolical laughter wave in the air as he started to tug agonisingly slow on his arm. The pore man could feel his ligament, bone and muscles gradually giving in and tear apart. He could feel his blood oozing down his side as his flesh was torn away from him. Could almost hear his own droplets of blood hitting the ground to for a red puddle his precious vital fluid of life. His cries of agony filled his ears and it was like the most exquisite music to Li.

Finally, with a sickening ripping sound, the pain subsided to a more even degree. He felt himself fall to the floor and all he could see was his attacker's black boots and some red drops falling in front of his eyes adding to the already large pool. And than something was dropped before him, something that looked as if it was made of flesh. He heard him chuckled and than realisation sank in and he cried in pure fright as he stood shockingly on his knees. There before him, lying lifelessly was his arm, ripped away from his shoulder blood still spilling out of it from the torn flesh, fingers pointed toward the sky. He shook his head in denial and fell on his back. He backed away from his lifeless arm and stopped when his back hit something hard. The creature's eyes looked at him, the evil red glitter in it seemed to be quite amused by his reaction.

"What," he asked. "Are you not happy that I 'ripped' away your pain?"

He chuckled some more as he slowly walked to the panicked man. He bent down and grabbed his collar lifting him of the ground once again. He was hypnotised by the fire burning in his red eyes and the shin of his sharp white fangs glowing in the darkness. The cold wind blew around them giving him a feel of what was awaiting him. Fear was overwhelming him just like the pain did. As the wind slowly went away a question formed on his mind and fled away from him to the creature's ears.

"What… are you?"

This question had been asked so many times that he could not count them anymore. He laughed some more at the feeling of déjà vu that surrounded him. He had been asked the same question not so long ago in a similar situation. His hellish eyes glared at him a few moments before he finally let his voice answer the popular query.

"You know what I am mortal. You even enjoyed movies on the subject. Why bother asking when you already know the response?"

"It can't… be. No… you… your kind… doesn't exist… It's… impossible…" the man weakly reasoned.

"You never thought that they were showing you the truth only to hind it. Human does that a lot!" he said laughter echoing in his unreal voice.

And with no longer await, finding his crave for the human blood to much hold it back any further, he plunged his fangs painfully deep into his throat. A final cry of agony came out of his mouth, rising to the heavens, heard by the very ears of the Evil One deep in hell, waiting to gain a new soul from his spawn. The burning liquid of life erupted from his veins as he drank down every drops of the red liqueur that gave him strength. As death slowly took it's hold over the man's body, Li was still filling his blood vessel reliving on the powerful sensation of death shooting through him. His eyes slowly lost the fiery red glow it held, his pupils coming back to him, his canines returning to their original length as the creature was slowly lulled back to sleep with the precious red essences of life it extracted from it's new victim.

The man was still alive and aware when he finally released him. He gave him a final smirk and reached inside his coat to take out a tiny box of matches. He ripped one and cracked it, the fire lighting the dark ally. He crouched down to the dying man and put it on him the fire taking soon hold of his clothing. The man could feel the fire slowly burning his body but he was too week to scream or even move. He took a last glance at the satisfied Li before darkness surrounded his whole world.

Syaoran looked at him, a light smirk on his now not so pale face and slowly turned around to live the burning man. As he left the fire had overtook his whole body and a sickening smell of burned flesh waved in the cold air. The light emanating from the blaze licking the bloody arm on the dirt as the flame rose toward the sky.

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The sound of steps marching toward a frighten woman, crawled in a ball on the cold ground made her tremble even more. She was beyond terrified, holding tightly to herself, seeking for comfort and protection. Her shivering body convulsed each time a new sob would escape her, her tears falling to the dirt as she tried desperately to hold on whatever was left of her spirit. She had been betrayed, her self confidence shattered to almost nothing, her way to see the world would never be the same as it has once be.

As the footsteps came closer and closer to her, she found herself closing more into herself, tightening the hold she had on her body so no one would take her again. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and she started to whimper even more, murmuring incoherent plead to whoever would touch her to leave her alone or something like that. She could trust no body, no man anyway would ever come close to her. But the hand was insisted and a voice soon accompanied it, a soothing voice, deep and calming.

"It's alright Sakura. It's over now. No one will hurt you anymore."

All this was said barely above a whisper and the tone was so calm and gentle, just like the single hand on her shaking shoulder. She opened on eye to look to who belong the gentle voice. Her green watery orb locked with the ethereal cinnamon eyes of her saviour. More tears spilled down her eyes as she reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest craving for the comfort he would give her.

Li found himself dumbfound at the display of feeling she just gave him. He was not prepared to have her crawling into his arms, crying her eyes out on his chest. As much as he wanted to do something, he just did not know how to react. Shoving her away was certainly not a god option for the moment and holding her so close to him might awake some engulfed desire that would scare her away instead of comforting her. What choice did he have, what could he do. Well he did what a human would have done. He warped his own arms around her quivering body resting one hand on her head, smoothing her silky hairs lending her his chest to cry all she wanted whispering comforting words to which he was not used to but found it easy to say with her in his embrace.

"It was so horrible… I was so scared… Thank you… don't leave me now… I thought that it was the end….," was what she managed to say through her cries as more tears found there way down her pretty face.

Her trains of thoughts were far from coherent and he knew how lost she felt at this instant. He wanted so much to help her but the only way he knew to relieve people was to kill them and this alternative was out of the question as he was helpless when it come the her live. The only choice left to him was to try his best to comfort her. So he held her a little more tightly, stoking her hair slowly, almost lovingly, sway her scared body back and forth as if she was a young child.

Gradually, her sobbing subsided leaving crying softly in his arms. He was relieved as she finally calmed down a little. He stopped moving but kept his hand on her head knowing that she still needed to be held. He loosen his grip around her body, not wanting to scare her after all she went through. She lightly pushed away from him, lifting her tear stained face to look at his. She smiled sadly to him sending a light shiver through him. The thing she could do to him amazed him, she was so pure, so innocent, so alien to his world of darkness. He thought he would burn down to ashes if he stayed to long with her but he did not care. To die from her would be like redemption, like a favour done to him and he would welcome it whenever it would happen. She was an angle coming straight from the bliss of heaven and he deserved to die from her hand, hers and only. But death does not come so easily for the creature he was.

"I'm sorry about that," she mumbled lowering her hand down, still clanging to him.

"You don't have to. I can understand…"

"No," she cut him. "I'm sorry for making you fight that 'bastard'" she explained bitterly. "I hope he did not hurt you to bad."

"That? Don't worry about it. The little worm ran away just like the little coward he is," he lied to her, not wanting to tell her what he was for a reason yet unknown to him.

"I hope that murderer will find him… No, I should not say things like that, I'm sorry."

"Why? He hurt you, he deserves to die and rot in hell," he whispered not understanding why she would be so kind with the man who would have taken her innocence away if it was not of him.

"I believe that all human beings deserves another chance, even the one of his like," she explained.

Once again he was astonish with her behaviour. She truly was one of a kind, a pure light on a darkening world, his complete opposite. No wonder he could not find the courage to kill her. Who would kill an angle in his right state of mind, even the creature inside of him would not find the will power to destroy her. She was too immaculate for him, yet, he knew it, and she considered him like her friend and even higher now that he save her life. Would she be like that if it were someone else who would have saved her? Would she be crying in the arms of that other one just like she did? Why did he cared!? Was he… was he falling for her? If he did, was she falling for him or just his unreal charm?

He looked down to her, her angelic feature encircled his diabolic one. Such a contrast, like black and white, day and night, summer and winter, moon and sun. How someone like her could possibly fall for the night? It sounded so unreal, yet so inviting and comforting. He scanned her face, passing a finger over her forehead, pushing away an auburn lock of her smooth silky hairs that had fell before her shining green eyes and gently resting it behind her ear. She had recovered completely from the earlier attack and was now totally capable to stand on her own.

He stood up, bringing her back to her feet as well. He gave her a small comforting smile, caressing the out line of her face one more time before her let her go. The first smile he ever gave and it was for her. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight of that gentle curve of his lips. What a simple thing could do to someone was beyond her comprehension but she knew that she loved the way he looked when he smiled, the way his eyes would light from something deeper than his inner flame, the way he would caress her face with his soft fingers.

"I believe you have something to do…" he told her.

"The bar! I'm late! Oh no, what I'm I going to do!" she shoot turning toward the direction of the bar.

She than turn back to Syaoran but found nothing but a blank space where he once stood. She sighed heavily, he tended to do that a lot whenever he was with her. Disappearing like that with no trace. She thought that he would at least have walked her to the bar. What she did not know was that he was still there, hidden in the darkness, looking at her with protective eyes as she walked slowly toward the tavern. Looking at each little thing she would do, seeing that nothing bad would happen to her anymore. No one will ever hurt this angle as long as he would be there, not even him.

She looked at the sky before she entered the iron door of the bar her shimmering eyes reflecting the moon as its rays touched her skin ever so gently. She then lowered them back to the ground and pushed the door, ready for the fits of yelling her boss would give her, wandering if she would lose her job but this was not really of great importance anymore. The only thing that seemed to be bothering her was were Li was and what really happened when she ran away. When she got inside she found her patron waiting at the door, worry all over her face. Sakura sighed in a somewhat relief, it would not be tonight that she would fire her.

Li observed her through the window of the bar before finally turning away from her and walking silently toward the dark feeling his loneliness returning to him. He looked back at the bar a sad and caring smile on his face as he slowly distanced himself from her. His eyes slowly going from the building, to the sky holding the moon and stars to the pavement his feet were walking on. His smile still on his paling face he shot his head back to the heavens as if daring the gods to stop him.

"Don't worry little flower, I'm looking over you…"

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To be continued… … …

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