Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Taste of Your Life ❯ The Decline of the Angel ( Chapter 6 )

His Cherry Blossom is his one and only
Because he is the lost and lonely
He wants her to be his girl
For he has no one in this world
Never before in his life has he felt Love
For his Cherry Blossom was sent from above
She cries in his arms
For knows of no harm
She does not know he kills
And that he still will
Because he's so gentle and kind
And both can't get each other off their minds
He will not take her life
With anything, his bite or a knife
He feels angry, frustrated, and pain
For Sakura is her name
The one who took his breath away
He will meet her another day
He disappears in the night
To kill and fight
When days has passed and they're apart
They have each other in their hearts
Were they meant to be?
Or will it just be a memory?
"Love" will make him fall
And he'll lose it all
But he does not care
For when she's in danger, he's always there
And he has realised
That he fell in love like other guys
For centuries he has lived
To find something
Anything
And what he found was a girl
Now things has changed for his world.

The poem is not mine, some one wrote it for me and I thank that person dearly. ^-^

Disclamiers: I don't own Card Captor Sakura. You all very well know that, and you know also that I don't make money out of this. So can someone tell me why I always have to tell you then?

Warnings: This story contains some mature themes and may not be suitable for young readers. If you are offended by violence and/or sex would you tell me why you made it to the sixth chapter?

The Taste of Your Life

By Evil Karyta

Chapter sixth: The Decline of the Angel

The darkness, just like the frigid air of the fading autumn seemed to eat everything that held life inside its shell. Every bit of happiness that would have hanged in the atmosphere was drained by the ghost of the nearing winter closing on them. The dead leaves slowly falling to the dirty ground, dancing their last dance carried by the icy fingers of wind. The moon was partly hidden by the dusky clouds looming in the sky, threatening to diverse upon the sleeping town their holds of freezing water. The night was young and as dangerous as any rebellious and life hater souls would be. It was a night meant for the criminals of all kind, dark and gloomy, the perfect night for a hunt.

The crispy wind blew about the streets, biting on any life forms it hit on its way, merciless and unforgiving to anyone who would block its way. Turning a dark corner, making the dirt on the floor hovered in the air like a grey mist, it hit something hard and cold. It tried to make it shiver, knowing that it was something that should be living but failed miserably in its attempts, only succeeding in moving the dark clothing of the cold creature. Furious by its defeats, it blew harder and colder around the living thing but to no avail. After quite a long time of fighting against something that it just did not comprehended, it recreantly let go and kept on going south way.

The cold creature was in fact Li Syaoran standing in the middle of the street as if waiting for something. The pale skin of his face seemed to be made of marble as his fire holding eyes glared at the darkness, fighting his inner monsters, mostly one. His crave had tortured him since he rose from his sleep, cutting its way through him like there was no tomorrow and he knew he would not resist any longer, but still he fought. As if his life depended on it, and it did but not in that way. He was tired of the guilt he felt each time he killed an innocent. Yes, he did feel it. The bitter emotion of remorse that his human mind forced upon him, like a curse for living so long. He wondered each night who he could keep on living knowing that he shattered so many lives, destroyed so many dreams, and crushed so many hopes. The cruel result of his murderous way of living, the price for immortality. How sad and inexorable but he deserved it. Yet, it was a long time since he had felt that much contrition and it started when he first saw her, the Sakura Angel. The only living being that hunted him, the only mortal he would fear in a sort of way. And he came to realise that he loved her, with all of his dark soul and black heart. Him, the bloody finger of the devil, him who had never felt love, only lust and crave, had fallen in love with the purest human woman that ever existed.

He forced his body to move dissipate the pain his bloodlust would inflict him. He came to the old and cracked cemented sidewalk, his feet connected to it without a sound and he progressed slowly toward the dark roads of the town. As he turned a corner, he found himself before a lost looking old woman. Her tiny wrinkled blue eyes were looking at him not quite seeing him through her thick glasses. She shivered as the cold wind warped around her tired feature and he felt pity toward the lithe looking creature, lost in the world of loneliness. He could clearly see that she was soon to die, her life was slowly fading away from her like sand in the hand, what harm would it be to take her. Yet he was hesitant, she was one more innocent being to add to his already heavy list of kills. But his crave was telling him otherwise, and he knew that he no longer had the power to fight it. The woman eyes blinked a several times and she seemed to finally acknowledge his presence as a caring smile appeared on her old face.

"Excuse me young man but, I was wondering if you could help me," she asked in her cranky old voice, showing him just how old she was.

"I believe I can," was his simple answer.

"Yes, yes. I a little lost here you see, and I can't seem to remember where I live, isn't that funny."

She giggled a little and than seem to forget what was so funny as her tired eyes left his features to look down to the ground. Her memory had once again failed her. Li studied her mind from his position. It was a mess, a tingle of souvenirs all tangle in an incoherent spot in the back of her brain. He pitied her more, she did not really lived, she just breathed and soon, she might forget to do that to. It was a gift he was giving her, a release from her darken existence. Syaoran could clearly tell that she was awaiting death with an eager he never felt before. Than he shall grant that poor woman her despaired wish.

He started to walk toward her when she finally came back to reality. She looked at him with a querying glimmer in her eyes. She smiled warmly and opened her mouth to ask him his help once again. He responded affirmatively to her plead and her smile grow warmer and a thankful light shown on her face which soon fade away once again. He took this opportunity, as she was lost in her maze of memories to take her in his arms.

She had a smell of mint and naphthalene imbibed on her wrinkled skin. A strange yet comforting sent as he remembered all old humans to have that odour attached to their flesh, as if it was a part of ageing. He lowered his face to her neck, pushing her head slightly to the left as his white and sharp canine dug slowly into her old flesh. The feeling of her skin against his lips was of a deep contrast compared to the many youth he had taken and even the taste of that integument had a new intriguing taste. Not the salty flavour he was used but something else, a light sugary savour of the like he never had known. And her blood, it tasted as if he was drinking tree of four mortals at the same time. It had the touch of experience that only the elders held within them. It was warm and had a unique texture and it seemed to engulf him even more that he was used to. It was different but yet not as life filled as the life source of the younger humans but eased his crave all the same.

He recalled the old beggar he had so violently taken so many nights ago. He had been so eager to free his frustration on him that he forgot to take in the subtle taste of his life now he knew what he missed. As she slowly gave into the cold hand of death he felt a somewhat peace interring his mind, maybe it was hers or just the blood or the feeling of satisfying his crave but whatever was the source, it felt good.

The old woman gave in her last breath and fell totally limb in his arms. Her anguish had ended, she could finally rest in peace. He let her drop to the ground; her glasses fell to the hard cement, shattering in millions of pieces in the contact. His enlighten eyes looked at her one last time and he slowly turned way from her, living the dead body where it was, not very caring about how the humans would react to the display. He slowly disappeared in the shadow, never looking back even once, his mind now freed of the craving could wonder back to his angel pushing the newly formed guilt away from him. Damned be his human part, it would never give him the rest it longed for…

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Through the shadow of the night, Syaoran roamed randomly about the deserted roads, lost endlessly into the depth of his mind. Seeing only one thing, only one image of a sweet woman with evergreen eyes shining even in the dark of his imagination. Her feature dancing ceaselessly as his feet hit the ground in the same rhythms as her gracious movement. Where was he going, only his feet knew it because beside of them, not a part of him was noticing his environment slowly changing from empty to crowed and from dark roads to lighted ones. He did not saw that people would look at him at time and than look away or would just ignore him, and if he had, he would not have cared. All that mattered to him at the moment was the angel in his head, nothing else would distract him.

He turned a corner, for the first time in his life, not feeling the humans around him and the inevitable accrued, he crashed into someone. Startled at first, than confused as how did this happened he dared his eyes to the ground to see what he came across, mumbling some apologises but his words got caught in his throat, his thong suddenly paralysed in his drying mouth. There at his feet, cursing under her breath, was the one thing that kept invading his mind.

"Sa… Sakura!"

The young woman looked up to him and her beautiful eyes widen in shear surprise. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes wandering if she had simply imagined what she had just saw. She opened her eyes and a joyful smiled appeared on her face. It was him, two days had passed since the accident and she had not stopped thinking of him days in and day out, wondering where he had gone to. She was so afraid that he was the man found burned to ashes the day before that she cried herself to sleep. She was so relived that he was still alive that she jumped to her feet and hugged him tightly, water in her eyes.

"Oh Syaoran! I was so scared! I thought the murderer had gotten you! When they found that burned body I thought it was you! I was so afraid that I would never see you again!" she shouted.

Li was taken aback. First she called him by his first name and than she was worried about his whereabouts. A comforting warmth engulfed him starting from his guts and warped around him like the comfiest blanket. She cared for him, something so knew to him, yet so good. He found himself hugging her back.

"Well, as you can see, I'm still alive," he whispered into her ear.

She let him go, stepping a feet away from him to have a better look. He still had his hands on her shoulders. Those hands, usually freezing cold were now warm on her. She could feel their heat through the material of her coat. He gazed in her eyes intensely, drawn into the summer green they held like a night butterfly to light. He saw something there, a certain glitter that he had not missed the last times he had been with her. A light of feeling more deeper that caring as he thought she did. Something that killed him to know because he felt the same but it was something denied to him. Forbidden by his own self, something he had never felt and that he thought would be condemned to never feel. A feeling that would brought both of them to their doom. But how could he resist, how could he not give her what she longed for, even if she did not know yet, even if it meant their demise.

My sweet little angel. You don't know what you got yourself into. How do you wish for me to resist to something as powerful as you… He was in such a conflict with himself. He knew that if he finally gave in, he would never let her go or he'll simply die and go to the place he had build himself in the depth of hell. Oh please give me an other choice! How you must laugh and enjoy yourself down there. Seeing the purest creation of your enemy so close to your darkness. I will not permit it. I shall not give you this angel. I'll protect her from you… and myself. Even if it means my own death. He thought. She would become his for as long as she wished and then, he will let her go. He will not make her one of them, at least, he hoped he would not.

He gently took her hand and leaded her through the maze of shadowed allies to that old park he had found. Not once did she spoke, letting herself be dragged to where ever he would bring her, having fate in him for he saved her once and would once again if it accrued. He guided her through the path and the leaves less trees ravelling on the only fact that he was there with her and had not disappeared like he did so many times before. She trusted him and he could feel that, how did he managed to gain her trust was beyond him but he was thankful she did.

They came to a small lake. The cold air caused the water to freeze a little at the shore and the moon would reflect on it gently. It was one of the most beautiful sight she had ever witnessed in her life. Mist rose from the still water looming at their feet living only its centre as clear as crystal, the smooth surface acting as mirror for the sky to reflect one. Each and every star would float on it making it shone like millions of diamonds.

"It's so beautiful!" she breathed, completely awed at the vision. "Thank you," she than whispered turning her head toward him, a breathtaking smile on her lips.

"What for," he asked her not nearly understanding why she would thank him like that.

"For showing me this," she said gesturing her hand to the scenery at their feet. "And be the one with me at that moment."

Li's eyes descended to her, the fire in them seemed to be less violent, more gentle, more caring that it usually was. It was as if some kind of weight would have been pulled off of him, even for a second. Such innocence should be forbidden to exist upon such a corrupted earth, and she seemed to him lovelier that she ever was. The stars and moon dancing in her luminous eyes like an endless waltz in the night. How could he resist a creature of her like, so different from him and he loved her even more.

He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, caressing the soft skin lightly. His eyes closed and he felt as if he would cry. The feeling was so intense, so comforting. How can I resist… The love he felt for her was something he had never experienced before. It was something so wrong and yet so right, he could not take it anymore. He needed her in more ways than he ever needed something. Even more than the blood he drank from the mortals each night of his damned life. But she did not deserve this, although he tried so much to restrain himself. And finally, he found that he could not do anything more than to give in or he would die. In either ways, he was already dead, already sentenced to hell so let it be that he found happiness, even for only once. By the Devil, he longed for her so much.

Sakura was intrigued by the sudden show of affection from he dark and enigmatic friend. The touch of his lips on the back of her and was so gentle but she felt as if he was hurt from something. All she could do was watch and let him do what he wanted to do, because she knew that he had not brought her here for nothing. She watch as he covered her hand with his, somehow trapping it between his two gentle hands. He opened his eyes, those two burning orbs that would mark her for as long as she would live. Those pools of spinning light and colours like a liquid fire there on his face. So intense and vivid, but it seemed to her that they had a paler gleam than they used to be, as if clouded by something she could not comprehend. She felt her heard beat quickening when he finally opened his mouth to talk.

"Sakura… Sweet little flower. You have no idea how cruel the world is. I've witnessed so much," his eyes left hers to look at the lake. "My heart is not pure, far from it. I've done things that I'm not very proud of and yet felt pleasure from it. My only presence is a shame for the world and an insult to you candour," he paused a few moment and than resumed to what he was telling her. "And still you wish for me to be near you. You allowed me to approach you enough to see your light," he than turned his head back to her, his eyes on their hands. "And now… now that I saw it, I can't turn away from it. You have awakened a part of me that slept for so long that I didn't even know about its existence," closed his eyes, hiding his fire from her. "At first, it made me feel frustrated. Never once did I allow myself to feel as I felt and still feel. But as the time flowed by, I learned to welcome it," he than opened his eyes to stare deeply into her own as he let the word escape his mouth. "Sakura, all I wish is that you will welcome it as well…"

Her eyes were wide opened, her mouth hanging a little not believing his speech. Never once did Syaoran told her more than one sentence, but now he had told he a heart filled monologue. She felt her heart hitting her chest heard with each word he would say, feeling his pain and suffering throughout each breath he would take, wanting to relive him from it. Sakura wished she could understand everything that he said but some parts were so vague that even the wisest man would not comprehend it. What she did understand though was that this man, before her had feelings for her. Feelings he did not understand but knew about and hoped she would help him with them.

As she though about his half confession he brought he closer to him still gazing in the depth of he jade eyes as if they were the only things keeping him alive. He could not resist her, he could not fight her, she was to strong for him and he needed to be weak, yes he wished to be weak, as long as she was the only one stronger. He saw the changes in her eyes as she started to discern her feelings to him. Her mouth finally came to live, moving and forming words for him to hear.

"I… Syaoran I believe I do feel the same but… how? I mean I barely know you…"

"The matters of hear are far beyond my own understanding, all I know is that… there is something for you in my heart and this things longs for yours," he said closing the space between them, still keeping her hand in his own. " Let it be love that you feel because this is what I feel."

She smiled warmly at him understanding completely what he meant because she realised that she just fell the same. In the end, Tomoyo was once again right about her. How the girl could understand her so easily was beyond her reach. But at the moment, her friend was the farthest thing in her mind.

Li gently warped an arm around her waist, her hand still enclosed in his resting peacefully on his chest as they slowly closed the space between them. Their eyes closed, lips nearing as they felt there need grow and awaiting for the blissful touch of those sensitive parts of their flesh. He could almost already taste the sweet flavour her lips held and felt a certain hunger to finally taste it. And finally the space between them was closed to nothing, sealed by their lips. He squeezed her hand, lost in the feeling of her sweet lips against his in a kiss he had only dreamt of for as long as he met her. How could something as simple as to part of skin touching each other could bring such a wonderful feeling.

The movement of their mouth soon became more fervent, wanting more than a innocent touch, their thongs screaming to taste the other as thy slowly parted. He expertly made her avoid his sharp fangs as he ravaged her mouth and she, his. But soon, he felt his need grew in intensity, the refrained lust and desire he held for her was threatening to rip him apart. He parted the kiss but she hastily to hold of him once again not wanting to end just yet. This surprised him, coming from such an innocent human. She possessed so much passion that soon, he would not be able to hold himself back. How in seven Hells can I resist… He brook their lip lock once again finding it hard to breathe as the heat never ceased to swell inside of him. She was about to capture his lips again but he stopped her in mid way bay talking.

"Sakura if you keep this up, I won't find the courage to stop and might and up making you do things you don't want."

"Do as you want. When you do this you don't disappear God know where and I'm with you."

He was about to retort something but she forbid him to do so as he lips devoured his. He did not complained any further, simply kissing her back with the same passion she had, crushing he body to his, wanting to feel as much of her as he could. In the darkness, no one could see them, only the dark blue skies to witness the devil kissing the angel. Only she did not know that soon, very soon, she would be denied of anything that was holy. Soon the angel would fall to the hand to the Evil One, or would she…

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to be continued………