Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Darkness ❯ Part the Second ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

SWEET DARKNESS
Part 2 (of 2)
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sort of by request. *glomps Mona-chan* Alternative Universe. I really need to stop reading vampire books. *sigh* Told from Rin's POV. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




He has no idea the life I have had since that day.

When I first awoke it was cold and dark. Damp and raining, very much like a horror movie. These things registered only for a short time.

Then the hunger set in.

A gnawing, angry and vicious pain, the hunger. Your mind goes into overload, your senses keen and your body uncontrollable by logic or consciousness. My hands clawed at my grave, newly strengthened muscles breaking me free of my wooden prison. When I was able to breath air I immediately went on the hunt, not caring whether it be man or beast I sought.

I took pity on the poor soul who became my first victim, my first waking meal. I took him without warning, biting into the flesh of his neck and puncturing his jugular in one bite. Something in me withdrew at the first taste of blood, but then the hunger took over and I drank until I was full.

Then I snapped the neck of my victim. I didn't know why at the time, but it seemed kinder than to see him become what I was. Like the world needs another monster.

I disappeared after that, knowing that my grave would be found, knowing that my husband would come after me. I swore I would live on animal blood alone, and I even found a few others like me in the area, somewhat older and little wiser. The oldest, an exquisite man named Ayame, told me that if I could keep my promise to feed on only animals for a month, he would teach me to use my newly given abilities.

I did it. It was unfulfilling and disgusting as hell, but I did it. And Ayame taught me well.

He showed me how to seduce my prey, how to take just enough blood from a human victim without endangering their life or bringing them across. That took the most practice. The walking through mist, turning into a panther and the mind tricks were child's play compared to this one act of reservation.

I have never been reserved in my life. Ever since I was a child, growing up under the watchful eye of my father, I have thrived on danger. I have never held back. I spoke my peace. Especially when it came to my engagement to Shigure Sohma.

It wasn't so much that he was a horrible man. Shigure was quite handsome actually. A bit of a charmer with no sense of humor, but I learned to look around those things. Underneath he was a serious man, who took his job and his obligations very seriously. When he gave his word, he meant it, and it would never be retracted. When he promised to do something, it got done.

No whether or not his promises were good ones is still a matter of opinion.

I mean, he did promise to protect me.

And I suppose it wasn't his fault that I was killed.

I knew what I was getting into when I married Shigure. He took me on a minor chase of his. Nothing to strenuous or active, but it was messy. Very messy. And very bloody. I remember vomiting that night just before bed. And the nightmares! Oh my god, the nightmares were horrible. I don't think I slept for a week afterwards. I hated for him for it at first, but in the end I did appreciate his honesty.

And I made him promise NEVER to take me on one of his adventures EVER again.

He never did.

And we lived quite happily for some time. Just over a year.

Then the vampire came looking for my husband, and found me and my unborn child instead. Death was not extremely painful, but it wasn't quick either. Not to mention it didn't last.

The only thing I regret in this life is the loss of my child. My son. Our son.

Hiro.

That would've been his name anyway. I'm not sure why, but I've always loved that name. I had a hell of a time convincing Shigure it was a good name, but he eventually agreed to it.

And silently prayed for a girl.

A child. Hmm...that would be lovely right now. And not as a snack mind you. This life is very lonely and I could do with some companionship. I think that was the reason I brought Shigure here. Our little dance of cat and mouse was nothing more than a game after a while. And while I know I should've killed him, I also know I can't bring myself to do it.

I still love him.

I will love him for eternity.

And I know he will not last that long.

Biting him was something of a small pleasure. I only took a few sips, easy to do as his body was overflowing with adrenaline from his orgasm. My orgasm was nothing like I remembered. I expected to be awash in pleasure and bright light. Instead this feeling of...I don't know, power...ran through me, coaxing me to a higher plain. Not quite the same as an orgasm, but just as effective I assure you.

He looks so...human lying next to me. His warmth seeps into my skin just as his blood now runs through my veins. I am enchanted by the steady rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. His facial expression is calm, almost child-like. All that will change when he wakes. He will probably lecture me, but I do not intend to give him the chance.

Actually, why don't I wake him?

Making certain no other part of my body touches him save my hands, I sit up beside him as my hands gently begin to massage his back. I take special care of those places marred by scars. I wonder at them now as I did before, but for different reasons. Before I was awed that someone could take such damage and still survive. Now, I envy him each and every scar.

Vampire flesh doesn't scar as easily as human flesh. Actually, it doesn't scar at all unless touched by silver or fire.

My hands travel down his back down to his butt. This is the one feature I always loved about him. Daintily I place my palm on his cheeks and begin to gently caress the skin, kneading the toned muscle underneath. I can feel his body jerk involuntarily. When I realize that he is not yet awake, I continue my ministrations.

Placing feather-light kisses upward along his spin, my hands knead his flesh and muscle just a little bit harder. I hear him moan in response, and I can't suppress a smile as I place a kiss on his shoulder blade. My kisses trail ever upward, over his shoulder to his neck. I pause at the spot where I bit him, placing a brushing kiss to the marks there, then continuing upward. I hear him let out a breath and pause again. Was he afraid I'd bite him again? Oh no love, I've had my fill of blood for the evening.

Now it's time I had my fill of you, Shigure.

Or would that be him filling me? Oh, whatever.

Lightly running my right hand through his hair, I nuzzle against his ear. He cuddles up to me seemingly still asleep. I continue this until he's practically covered me with half of his body. I know this maneuver very well and I make no moves to stop him. Instead I scoot closer to him, rolling onto my back and allowing one of his legs to drape over mine. His left arm wraps around my middle, his hand pressing firmly against my lower back. His nose nestles between my breasts, his lips lightly press against the side of my right breast.

He's not asleep. Not any more. With my heightened sense of smell I can smell the arousal pour off of him. The smell is quite intoxicating, and the feel of him pressed to my cooling body feels wonderful. The feel of his arousal against my thigh is even more erotic and the feel of his tongue lightly licking at my breast, well that's my undoing.

"Shigure?"

He doesn't even open his eyes, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and suckling like a baby. My hand clutches his head, the other winding through his hair as well, and I hold him there, mindful of my new strength.

Lips and tongue pay homage to my breasts and nipples before moving lower, teasing and tasting the skin of my stomach. He pauses to place light kisses to my hips, his tongue playing with one sensitive spot on my left hip. I moan in pleasure, hoping that he will continue this assault on my senses.

My fingernails dig into his skull as I feel his warm breath brush against my mound. My body shakes as his lips place a kiss on the inside of my thigh. My head is tossed back as his fingers part my folds. A whimpering sigh escapes my throat as the rough texture of his tongue makes contact with my responsive core.

Wave after wave of pleasure consumes my body. I'm vaguely aware that his lips are moving along my thigh as two -- no three -- of his fingers slide in and out of my center. He remembers just how to touch me, just a she remembers that perfect spot that makes me keen over and over until I have no more energy left.

Of course, with increased longevity comes increased endurance and stamina.

I wonder, can he keep up with ME now?

It matters little as I feel his hands pulling at my arms, my back being lifted from the mattress and when I open my eyes, I realize that I'm sitting up. Face to face with him now, I claim his lips with my own, moaning as I taste myself. The head of his cock twitches against my inner thigh and I grind myself down on him, signaling him to enter me.

For once he needs no other sign. With his hands on my hips, he guides me into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, crushing myself to his chest as he lowers my hips over his erection. I moan as the tip makes contact with me and sigh happily as I sink down upon his length.

The pace is lazy and slow. Neither of us wants to stop. To finish. Not just yet.

As I continue to ride him, building the friction between us, he places light kisses along my shoulder to my neck. I feel his teeth graze my skin, before his lips plant a kiss to the joint of my shoulder and neck. Quickly he bites down and I gasp at the powerful sensation it causes within me. He doesn't break the skin, but I still feel the rush of power, of adrenaline, of pure lust. My pace increases even more, but before I can reach my peak, he halts me with his hands, pulling out of me and sitting back slightly.

"Turn around," he says.

I do as I'm told, displaying myself before him on my hands and knees. He admires the view for a moment before settling behind me. I feel his thighs brush against me before I feel the tip of his cock push into me once again. My back arches as he moves, his hands moving my hips in a slow but gentle rhythm. But it's broken quickly as he moves faster, his sac slapping against my ass as he drives himself home before pulling away and repeating the favor.

The peak I'd almost hit rises again. I can see the headlights on this one, speeding towards me at an alarming rate. I'm hit head on, my body tightening and my mind screaming in glory. For a moment I'm gone, and when I return, I can still feel Shigure's hardened length inside of me. He's not moving anymore, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.

I slip away from him this time, causing him to moan in pleasure and in pain. Still on my hands and knees, I turn myself around on the bed. I crawl towards him like a cat on the hunt, and he only sits and watches. Good.

My lips plant kisses along his leg, up the length of his thigh until I reach my goal. His cock pulses madly in my grasp, the muscle jumping at the touch of my tongue. I never did this while we were married...at least not after the fact.

The look of surprise on his face is enough to goad me on, licking our collective juices from the engorged organ before engulfing it in my mouth. A his escapes from his lips, his hands burying themselves in my hair as I begin to slowly lift myself, then lower myself over him. It takes A LOT of concentration on my part. I can feel the tingling sensation that signals the growth of my fangs, but I hold it off. Although biting him here would be a delicious treat, I have already partaken of his blood once. I do not think he will be so forgiving if I do so again.

I begin as slowly as all of our other joinings, but quickly speed up. I know he's close to orgasm, but for some reason he's holding back. I wonder why.

My answer comes when he tugs on my head, lifting me off of him and taking my lips with his. Okay, so he didn't want to come in my mouth. All he had to do was say so.

I lay back as he climbs over my body. Wrapping my legs around him, he thrusts into my ready heat. The friction is quick to build, my body stretching, pulling, tightening, clenching, releasing and then repeating the entire process over again. Orgasm is quick to find us both this time. The white light washes over us, our names echoing around the room as cries of passion escape our lips.

And then, darkness.

Sweet, blessed darkness.

I'm not sure how long it is before I awake. I can feel his steady breathing at my back. Shigure is asleep.

As I crawl out of bed I feel the precarious tug on my conscious mind that signals the new dawn. I'd love to stay in bed with you, my love. I'd love for this moment to last. To never die. But alas, I am already dead.

I love you, Shigure. I will always love you.

I have to scoff at myself as I walk down the darkened hallways towards the stairs. It is unlike me to dwell on things past, but being as I am, it is the only thing I can do.

Eternity is a VERY long time.

Am I a fool for wanting to love, even for the expanse of time this life affords us? I asked Ayame that question once. You know what he replied with? A kiss on the cheek. He kissed me on the cheek then turned and left the room...laughing.

Oh, how Ayame would laugh right now. If he were still "undead" that is. I came into this area to see to his funeral. None of the others wanted the pleasure. Mourning the dead when you're already dead is a bit redundant. But he was my teacher and my friend. One of the few people I could count on. And now he's gone.

And in a short while, so will I.

The door at the top of the staircase opens. Walking through the shadows, I take in the sight of the kitchen and living room of the house I'd called home for the last few days. It was Ayame's house. It could've been my house. But I have no use for a house where I am going.

Swinging the front door open, I step out on to the front porch. A cool breeze hits my face and I sigh, closing my eyes. I pray that I am doing the right thing. I know I am doing the right thing.

It's almost morning.

It's almost time.

"Rin?"

Damn. He wasn't supposed to wake up now. Oh well, perhaps it is for the best.

Stepping further onto the porch, I take the stairs down tot he walkway and stand in the front yard. I can hear him calling me. Hear my name echoing through my ears and my head. The sound of his voice, although disturbed and highly agitated, soothes my growing nerves.

He's looking for me.

Even now, after we have shared a bed once again, after I have taken his blood, he still searches.

Does he love me that much?

I am both happy and terrified by that answer.

And I can't help but smile.

"Rin?"

Ah, warmth. Something that I have not felt on my skin in too long. I can feel the heat penetrate through my muscles and into my bones. It hurts, but only a little. A small price to pay, I should think. I want to savor this, to remember.

"Rin!"

Good-bye, my love. This is my farewell to you. Be at peace as I will be.

"Rin, no!"

And I will say hello to Hiro for you. Will he be happy to see me, you think?

"Rin, please!"

I cannot stop the process once it has begun, and in another minute the sun will be fully visible upon the horizon. I will be gone then, a pile of ashes as I should have been three years ago.

"Rin."

I do not turn to him. I cannot. But I know he is watching. I know he is hurting as he was three years before. I had hoped this would take away your pain, my love, not add to it.

"Good-bye, my love," he says.

It is the last melody I hear as the darkness -- oh sweet darkness -- carries me away.


~END PART TWO - FIN~


DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^