Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Taste of Your Life ❯ The Tears of the Damned ( Chapter 8 )

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Warnings: This story is not suitable for children under 17 of age. It contains violence, some mild swearing and lemons. If you are offended by any of the above I highly suggest that you leave and don't come back. Thank you.

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The Taste of Your Life

By Evil Karyta

Chapter Eighth : The Tears of the Damned

He sat silently on the top of the high and almighty Tokyo Tower casting his unreal gaze on the flicking lights of the city bellow him. It seemed to him that the stars had came down to earth and were dispatched to this single and beautiful town, brightening the darkness of the night for those who were scared of the dark. Only an illusion of brightness in a world that would never cease to run. A candy to his eyes, the beauty of artificial light was something he would never stop to be amazed of. For a being as old as himself, it was a real work of art and human evolution to a more advance technology that would only give them the thought of controlling the elements.

Those glittering lights of unreal fire reminded him of the dark times when he was still a human. The torches hanging on the walls as he walked around his home by the dark nights, the warmth of the fire roaring in the hearth warming the cold days of winter, the soft light of the candles in his old room… Somehow, he messed being one. Everyone of his kind, without exception he guessed, wished to have a second chance to be mortal again and save his or her soul, a chance of redemption. Yes, erase the wrong he did, the past sins of his outdoing in the darkness, his unwilling faithfulness to the Devil. His soul craved for a certain salvation he shall never access. And he did the worst thing ever, the most damning act he could make, he touched the life of an angel. He deserved to see and feel the wrath of God, hear the laughter of Lucifer down in hell and rote there for all eternity. His intentions for the night were to give away his immortality and pay the price of his offence to the Heavens. Yet, something was keeping him back from committing the simple act of death on him. A certain vision of a beautiful woman with green soul searching eyes and silky smooth lips that invaded his mind each time he closed his eyes. She had get her way into him like no other being had. She was… she was everything to him now. His soul, his life, his heart, everything.

Syaoran lifted his head to the pale sky. Because of the city's light, the stars would not shine very brightly. Only the moon remained untouched in her perfection of reflected light. It seemed to him that the town had stole the sky to take its light as its own and it made him smile in irony. Just like himself, the city stole a life that was not its and now he had gain the love of a holy creature he did not deserve to have. He could see his lover's perfection into the moons delicate glow. A gentle luminescence of the god of day was the lady of the night. Just like she was the perfect reflection of what angles should be in their paradise. He signed releasing the freezing air he kept in his lungs to try and calm dawn a little. Crave was near and he had not feed for a long time though he wished he could avoid it tonight.

The wind blew around him, dancing with his closes and hairs like it did countless times before. Bringing him the deferent fragrance of the surrounding, from the dead leaves to the boiling human blood of the careless humans down on the ground stalking around for a midnight stroll. His accurate earring told him that a young man was walking down the sidewalk bellow him. His bloodlust griped him forcefully telling him it was time to feed or the pain for the need would not go away. Li let a deep-angered growl escape his throat to be lost in the breeze never to be heard. The more he fought the hunger, the more its hold on him got stronger. It was a losing battle, he already was falling from his high perch, coming down on the innocent human who had the misfortune to be near him in a time of crave.

He landed soundlessly on the cemented ground just behind the poor mortal. It was a young man, around the twenties still in the phase of the life when you feel you have to difference yourself from society. His spunky hairstyle deified gravity as he walked slowly down the road. His leather clothes squishing as he moved giving away his very presence. He had those things called headphones pinned into his ears, hard music falling mercilessly into his mind as the rebellious lyrics told the new generation to forget any kind of law and reject governmental dictatorship. The young man never heard him, never saw him either, his back was turned to him, as he walked leisurely toward his pray. When he came at arms reach, he lifted his right arm and sized the headphones making the boy jump in surprise and spun around yelling.

"Hey man, what's your fucking problem!?"

Syaoran only smiled and without further preamble he leaped on the innocent soul, a low growl of hunger erupting from his lips as his deadly fangs tired the tender flesh of the youth throat. The blood filled his mouth, vigorous and young full of life and will so unlike the old lady he fed on the other night. It was strong, it was hard, a taste of vitality and conviction. It was boiling and invigorating, spreading at a incredible rate into his old veins giving him heat and life as he stole the poor man's existence. His pulses slowed down, his vital functions slowly giving away into the darkness of death and as it came, powerful and overwhelming, like a punch in the face, Li did not stopped. He savoured the wonderful taste of the youth, feeling the death right into his cells. He gulped the last drop of the life liquid and ripped his mouth away from him a blank expression on his pale face as he stared at the dead teenager he held in his arms.

He closed his eyes in an effort to get his thoughts back in places and opened them again only to stare at the deadly white face of the young one. His crave was gone, his guilt was back. As if it was the best way to shove it away from him, he threw the body high in the sky as far as possible form this place, as far from him and his conscious. With that, he jumped back to his perch on the towering Tokyo Tower his mind returning to the trains of his thoughts before his madness. He remembered last night's fullness with Sakura and the guilt he felt for taking her and the fright he had to take her life at his awaking. He thought that maybe if he did take her than she would torment him no more, but he was wrong, deadly wrong. His feeling were deeper than simple craving and what he told her was the truth, a truth he could not longer reject anymore. He needed her more than anything, more than blood if that could be possible. She had become the means of his dark existence, bounded to her until the day he would live this world to the better hell.

He needed to see her again, to feel her once more, and hear her beautiful voice as it rebounded on the walls to echo into his ears. He crave the sight of her luscious body warped in the sheets of his bed or whatever she could have around her for anything would look good on her. As if pulled by an unknown force, he lifted into the air and giddied by the winds he flown toward her, the demon would be back to his angel. But he stopped in mid air, looking down at the moving rushing cars on the streets once again lost in his thoughts. His mind had a sick way to remind him of his statue of vampire. Eyes scanning blindly the roads bellow, he realised he could not hind his identity from her much longer. She deserved to at least know. She had the right to know what she was giving and to whom she was giving it. By being with him, she was not only offering her body, but also her soul to the darkness. Shaking his hand and thoughts, he resumed his flight to his sleeping angel, his mind set on the truth but completely lost as the way to tell her.

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The awaking moon's rays tenderly flowed toward the slender form sleeping on the bed. The light played with her soft features giving her a holy glow as her breath came in and out of her raising and falling chest. Her body was warped in a soft red silk sheet holding to her like a second skin. Her delicate hand rested on the pillow, her all given into the comfort of slumber. The woman's honeyed silky hairs fell around her like an angel's oriole, giving her an almost forbidden beauty. By her side on a small table laid a piece of paper written by the experienced and skilful hand of Li Syaoran. On it, silky white petals shining by the moons light was, a white rose bud slept gracefully on a bed of writing and paper. The note said:

Dearest Angel,

I've not seen a lot of light in my life, but yours have completely overtaken my soul. Forgive me for not being by your side as you wake but the day is calling me away from your warmth. I'm not very good at the art of words and I hope you forgive my callous writing. I shall see you at the sundown. Until then, sleep well and shall your dreams be pleasing.

All my love to you

Li Syaoran

Sakura had awakened in the middle of the day as Tomoyo broke in her room wondering what was wrong with her. She had not shown at breakfast and kept hiding at lunch. She grew worried and finally decided to enter her room only to see her sleeping peacefully, curled in a sheet of red silk. The young woman, woken by the sound of the door sat up to stare at her blindly, not able to see where she was, her brain lasy and lost. The violet-eyed girl was the first to see the letter in her hand and the rose on the other pillow. Curious as she was, she jumped on it and started to read it out loud. Her face turned white as she understood what was written there and started to ask her countless questions.

"Sakura-chan, isn't that Li guy the one you were talking about all week. That mysterious and handsome man who come sometimes at the bar and always ask for a glass of red wine?" she asked a playful smirk on her rosy lips.

"Yes, that's him…," she answered her eyes staring in space reminding the wonderful night she had with him.

"You know him for only, what, three months, maybe four and you slept with him?"

Sakura's cheeks turned red at the mention of her having sex with the dark Syaoran and looked away from her friend's questioning gaze. She was tired, confused and sore at some places. The only thing she could remember of her night was the intense pleasure, the gentle and loving gaze of her lover, the light in his eyes as he made love to her, the concern of her well being but some details were left forgotten. Such as, how did she get home after this? She remembered the candle lit room she was in with Syaoran but she did not remembered how she went there. Everything was a blurry to her, a deep fog in the maze of her mind.

"Yes, I think I did…"

"How was it!?" had asked Tomoyo as exited as usually with her friend's experience in life.

"It was… like a dream. No words, only sensations, very instinctive to, as if it was a result of something that had started much longer ago," was her answer, her mind and soul lost in space, a small smile lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Tomoyo only smiled knowingly and seeing her tiredness, she left the room without further questioning. Sakura had fallen back to sleep not long after she left, and now she was peacefully resting on the moons rays. The sounds of the night flew around her without disturbing her dreams. The window was still open and the curtains were playing with the cold night wind. Mist was slipping out of her parted lips moving slowly in the night's light as if her breath was dancing the ballet with the air. And than, the breeze stopped and the window was closed. A dark shadow moved leisurely toward the bed and only swirling pools of flaring cinnamon could be seen in the dark as the silhouette approached the still form on the bed.

Syaoran had come to the gates of heaven offering his soul to his angel ready to feel the wrath of the gods and the heat of hell. He would face everything for her, from the greatest pleasure to the most torturous pain. He knelt down by the bed, his incandescent eyes taking in her beauty. She was even more beautiful than her remembered. Her soft peach coloured skin shining in the night pleaded him to touch it. Raising a hand, he caressed her cheek making her smile in her sleep. His lips curved up at the innocent sight she gave her. A display of kindness and love to the eyes of the damned, he should have died only because he had seen her beauty. She appeared to him as a goddess of love and purity, something that the mere mortal and the demon did not deserved to lay eyes on. And yet she had allowed him to look at her, touch her, kiss her and love her.

He let his finger glide over her smooth lips logging to press his there once again. She was as addictive to him as blood was to his body. Only to see her made him want her more than he already was. He needed to feel her again but he had to wait for her to awake and listen to what he had to say. She might not understand, and maybe she would think of him as a crazy man but at least his mind would be appeased. Only consolation to the tortured being he was inside. As he stared at her, his hand passed over her eyes and they slowly flickered open. Evergreen met consuming brown and a smiled appeared on her lovely face. He tried to return the favour but failed his mind too much hurting to give in joy of life and his eyes only watering at the sight. She seemed confused at his behaviour and sat on the bed, her soul windows staring deeply in his.

Syaoran stand still, his consuming pools glued to her green soul as she moved, passing both legs over the edge of the bed to face him in the dark. Her right hand hovered in the air, making a silent path toward his head to tingle in his hairs, her left rested on his pale cheek caressing his soft skin with her delicate finger to finally sleep their, unmoving, burning his flesh with her heat. He could not talk, breath or move, completely overtaken by her beauty and grace as she stared at him, not making a sound. Only observing him with her questioning eyes, scanning his soul only to find it hidden from her, just like many thing of him.

He finally found the courage to move and put his hand over hers, closing his eyes, feeling the relive it gave him roam over his body. His angel would touch him without any sing of fright or disgust but if only she knew. The torment of his soul, the pain in his heart, the hell of a immortal being living by the way of the Devil. Life hunter, soul taker, creature of the night, vampire, name them, he was all of those. She could not possibly love him… not after all he did in his life. He did not deserved her kindness and yet she gave it to him without any questioning. If he was to fall deeper into sin, he found the way to.

"Syaoran, is there something you are hiding from me? You don't seem quite like yourself tonight" she whispered braking his current of thoughts.

"If only you knew… but that is the problem, you mustn't know…"

"Know? Know what Syaoran, please tell me."

He opened his eyes to take in her beauty. She was so pure, to pure to be with him. She deserved much better than him, a being of evil, a spawn of hell, pledged to the Lord of the Darkness. No, she deserved to know, he had planned to tell her, tonight, what he was, what she was dealing with. But he was scared, oh so scared of her reaction. Would she laugh at him, calling him insane and would not believe him? Or would she scream and tell him to get away from her, witch he would do without hesitation. 'Please God or Devil, show me the way. Enlighten my choices, there must be a way out of this without any pain for her…'

"Sakura, you… can't understand what I am going through," Li stuttered.

"Please, tell me. Maybe I can help you through. I love you Syaoran, I'll always be there for you…"

"NO! No you mustn't!" he cut her. "I must not love me. It would be wrong… You can't love a damned man…"

"What do you mean…?" she seemed even more confused than his mind and tears started to stain her eyes.

"No don't, I don't wish to see you sad," he murmured lifting a hand to her face warping away tears that had not completely formed yet. "I can't stand to see those eyes in pain…"

"By the God, Syaoran, tell me what is wrong!"

"I love you so much, Sakura. You are my one, The One, the only… But I can't… You can't… I'm damned, cursed for eternity… I would only bring pain to you. My love is wrong. Is it even love? Is it even possible for me to feel that way..."

"I don't understand what you are talking about but you never brought pain to me. Only joy and goodness. Syaoran, there is nothing wrong in loving someone. Do you hear me? There's nothing wrong in love. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, the only thing that can't be destroyed. It's stronger than life and death, better than anything else is. Greater than hate, the most magnificent thing that human kind possess. And you have that power too, Syaoran, you can love and you showed it to me."

He looked up at her, his eyes full of his loathing, swimming in his see of pain. A single, crystal clear tear slid down his face, following the curves of his skin, touching his cheeks, rolling down to his mouth to die on his lips. All his love and passion than erupted of him, his mind clear and understanding. He could not push her away, he needed her more than anything, he was bounded to her and the only perspective of her going away was tearing him inside. In an outburst of passion he sized her head and crushed his lips to hers, taking her breath away, tasting her entirely devouring her mouth as if it was his last meal before he fell and went to hell where he should be. Tears slip from his eyes again and she warped them with her thumbs tasting a few of them in her mouth. She responded just as fervently, taking in everything he would give her, melting over his feverish lips.

He took hold of her shirt and lift it over her head throwing it away from him, pushing her to the mattress a hand behind her head, resting it on the pillows, kissing her with all his lust, desire and love. His hand roamed over her skin, caressing her breasts and making her scream in excitement. He left her mouth to kiss her smooth skin down her throat, nipping the junction of her neck and shoulder and further down to her delicious mounds. Her hand came to life and looked blindly for the helm of his shirt, only to find that he was still wearing his coat.

Using her hips, she pushed him to a sited position and freed him of his long trenched coat, pushing it to the floor. He never ceases to devour her breasts, sucking the sensitive nipples until they grew hard and responsive, his hand pressed to her back, squashing her to his mouth. She bent her head back, diving her fingers into his unruled hairs, crushing his face to her wanting to have more of what he could give her. After a time of mindless pleasure, Sakura regained control over her body and brain and forced her hand to find the helm of his white shirt and almost torn it off of him, only desiring to feel his flesh against hers. The shirt flown away never to be seen for the night and she let her hand wonder over his muscular back. She traced down the line of his back, soothing the old scars she had never felt the other night.

She moved her mouth to his shoulder, kissing and biting him gently while he kept pleasing her breast, massaging one with a hand, nipping at the other, driving her senseless. But she could not get satisfied only of his mad lips and caresses, she wanted more, needed more. Completely lost in her lust, she pushed him to the sheets and got a hold over his pants. Giving her a very feline grin, she slid them off of his body, his boxers following right after it. She looked at him from head to toes, taking in all of his glory, the luminescence of his pale skin glowing in the moon light only gave fuel to her desire.

She stared at his hardness, surprised that she did not remembered the beauty of the male anatomy from last night. He tried to take hold of her but she pushed his hands away smiling sweetly at him. She bent down to him, dropping gentle kisses over his cheeks, lips, eyes, down his jaw to his throat. Sakura nipped at his neck, leaving her hands to free exploration but always avoiding his member, leaving it as the desert. She moved her soft lips down to his breastplates and up to his neck once again up to his ear and nipped at his lob it making him grunt in lust and pleasure.

"Stand still…" she whispered huskily into his ear.

He groan, feeling her going down his body, kissing his nipples making them hard, she descended lower, living a trail of sweet kisses down to his navel and approaching his manhood. She took hold of him with her right hand and followed his length from the base to the tip with a finger and than kissed the top. He grunted wildly fisting his finger in the sheet to keep him from moving. She than liked him ups and downs hearing his groans of delight as she did so. Finally, she took him in her mouth, sucking gently at first and than started to move her head squeezing the base with her hand driving him mad from the pleasure she gave him. Soon, the pressure was to strong for him to stand as still as she wanted him to and he gave into the instinct of pushing into her mouth making the pleasure rise to an even higher level. But his hold on the sheet never left wanting to let her as much control as she wanted. He growled feeling release nearing him but he did not want to give in yet, if he let it go it would be inside of her. He pushed her off of him and realised he had closed his eyes in the blinding pleasure she gave him. He forced her to her back kissing her lips wildly in his lust.

"Now it's my turn…"

He puled her night boxers and underwear away from her kissed her once again before going down to face her core. He kissed her inner lips and heard her response very clearly making him eager to push his ministration. He dipped his tongue in her looking for her bud with the tip of it. She started to act more responsive as he sucked on it making it hard and full. She squirmed and moan, pushing his head closer to her centre, voicing loudly her joy and pleasure feeling climax cornering her. The pleasure grew in intensity until it exploded in clashing waves of never stopping bliss. She was left breathing heavily, her mind in a blurry of senseless thoughts, but this was far from over.

He moved up to her face, kissing her lips, their tongue battling in their mouth and he positioned himself over her and in a swift movement, he entered her making her scream in enjoyment. He growled deeply, kissing her neck and burring his head in her shoulder fighting the desire to bit her as he started to move faster and faster into her living her breathless. Sakura warped her legs and arm around him, wanting him as close as he could get to her. He moved fast inside of her bringing the both of the to the gates of heaven at a maddening pace, living their brain warped in endless pleasure as they moved in complete harmony. Their voice sang their love to whoever would hear the melody, not caring for the virgin ears that might have a glimpse of their passion.

And they rode to the heavens, lost in lust and desire, kissing each other, devouring their lips, skin and anything else that would fall under their hungry mouths. He squeezed and massaged her breast, sucking at their tips altering from one to the other completely lost in the overtaking feeling of her sweet body and siren voice. He loved her gently and madly, taking and giving everything he could just as she did. Her hands were everywhere, caressing his torso or scratching his back in her insanity. And the faster they moved, the closer they were to bliss. Their breathings were uneven, troubled and hectic, their voices melting into one. And finally they reach it, together, crashing in a see of intense pleasure waves after waves. Syaoran gave a final trust and released his all into her collapsing over her.

Slowly, they regain their senses, their breathing becoming more even. Li kissed her gently, letting his lips linger to her soft mouth longer than it should and kissed her neck as a final thanks for the pleasure she grant him. She sigh lovingly and looked at him, her eyes hazed and sleepy yet full of love for him. He stared at her, his mind still not registering the fact that she loved him, the damned and cursed creature he was. He lift his head with one hand caressing her face with his other one, pushing a stain of her silky hairs behind her ear. She smiled at him, her eyes shining in the dark in a lively way, much more gently than his would.

His mind wondered about their future. What would become of them, he would not survive her death, he simply loved her too much for that. She was like a sun to his dark and endless nights, he could not give her up, leaving her side was out of the question but turning her was not an option either. Maybe if he asked her… but if he did, than he would have to tell her exactly what he was and he had tried but the words would not have come out. What was he going to do? He never felt so lost before. It was as if he was in a no winning scenario from a bad movie. No, she had to know she deserved at least to know the truth. That she was in love with an assassin, the murderer every one was talking about. But how would he tell her…?

He looked at her once again to see that she was fast asleep, her arms warped around his waist, her head using his cheat as a pillow. He smiled for the first time this night and kissed her cheek. He turned his head in the direction of the bed table beside him where a clock rested. 3 in the morning. He did not want to leave her side, but if he stayed, he would be in danger as much as she would. Pressing the odds and evens, he finally decided that he would be safer at his apartment but she would fallow him there. He only had to be very careful and now that he made love to her twice without hurting her he could risk having her by his side as he awake from his cold sleep.

He warped her in the sheets and got dressed silently not wanting to wake her up. He warped his coat around her for more protection from the cold night and opened the window. Light crystal flakes fell from the sky as he passed the hole of her window. He looked up to see dark clouds in the night ceiling, since when were those were there and crying their frozen tears, he did not know. The night seemed like such a blur to him. Reassuring his hold over his beloved, he leaped into the air shielding her face from the snow and he flown as fast as he could in the direction of his him. Tomorrow night, he would tell her everything about himself and his past. Advien que poura. May God be by his side this time, or maybe Lucifer would answer his plea for once…

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To be continued… … …