Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Shadow watchers ❯ Shadow watchers ( Prologue )

A claim is set

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Kenshin or any of the other characters (sniffs and dries tears). The plot of course is mine.

 

 

The movement behind her was so sudden; she did not even have the time to let out the air she had been holding in. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself pinned to the wall, a dirty wall in a dirty alley.

 

Her attacker had managed to cut of her air supply with the push and it also seemed that the movement had left behind an uneasy sullen feel in the already silent alley. The faint light of the full moon in the background was filtered through a thick sheet of scarlet silk. Her eyes could not adjust to the lack of light, nor her mind to the fear that the sudden movement had brought. If what she was pressed against at the back were called a brick wall, then she would have to invent a new name to befit whatever held her prisoner from the front. The girl felt as if she was pinned down by a steamroller…a lean, toned, warm steamroller with arm like projections? Bemusedly, as her fear began to abate and anger and wariness set in, she realised that what pinned her to the wall was hardly a thing than it was someone. A `male' someone. Though she could not fathom who could move the way it…he …did!

 

As she re-learnt how to breathe, the idea of being held captive began to become less appealing by the second. And the urge to use her vocal cords was increasing. Whatever held her captive seemed to be watching her, waiting for her response. Not wanting to displease, her mouth opened and she screamed; a piercing, shrill scream perfected to drown any other voice in the vicinity. She would have continued if it weren't for the slight movement of her captor. The scarlet curtain shifted and the girl was suddenly in the line of vision of molten gold. The eyes stared down at her, the emotion behind them unreadable. That alone was enough to stop her in mid scream. Whatever had prompted her to scream suddenly turned tail and ran as the being whispered a word. It echoed in the empty semi-darkness and seemed to cling to her person as if it had a life of her own.

 

“ Mine”.

 

The single word was repeated. She had a feeling it was more for the being's satisfaction than for her own benefit.

 

Again the word echoed, but more than the echoes, what froze her was the tone in which it was repeated. Possessiveness. The husky note dripped with it and something else that bordered on personal. Hands came to rest at her slender hips, the long fingers curling around the edges possessively. The eyes seemed to flash with something primal and the girl felt her body shudder. Scarlet moved and some more light came through to reveal the some of the planes of the beings face and his lips. Lips currently curled upwards in a feral smile tinged with devilish glee. Obviously something was very amusing that the girl was missing.

 

Suddenly the hold on her was removed, completely. That was what the girl unconsciously had been waiting for. As her mind registered the sudden lack of pressure, it screamed at her to run, to hide or to do something, anything that would help her escape. As her numb muscles started to work themselves into a stance to flee, the being was suddenly on to her again. But this time he leaned on her, a lazy move that brought his smooth, toned chest against her fluttering one and encompassed it in a warmth that under other conditions would have been worthy of the word comforting.

 

“Going so soon?” he questioned. There it was, that damned voice again. You could call her naïve but she could have sworn it sounded sexy, as if the being was trying a hand at seducing her now.

 

With a courage she could not begin to fathom from where she mustered, she said, “ Let me go. Now!”

Her voice sounded stained to her own ears.

 

A soft chuckle ensued from his mouth.

 

“Not until I claim what is rightfully mine”. The voice held a dark edge to it. It was a voice to be obeyed and not questioned.

 

She did just the contrary. Her hands found the strength to feebly push against his chest as her mouth opened in a protest.

The sound never came. The being suddenly lowered his head and his lips descended upon hers in a bruising open-mouthed kiss. At the same time his fingers roved her body as one hand fisted itself in her midnight blue hair and the other found a firm hold on her waist. She gasped into the kiss and found all her senses being assaulted as his scalding hot mouth played havoc with hers. Soon her gasp deepened into a moan.

 

All of a sudden she found her mouth bereft of the warmth of his, though his hands continued to hold her firm. As she cried out her body's protest, much to her own mortification, the hand fisted in her hair pulled back taunt, to bare her slender, snow white throat to his amber gaze.

 

Her azure blue eyes widened in shock, as her eyes beheld a set of gleaming white fangs parting the feral smile. She could not even begin to imagine how she had missed them, especially after that kiss. But then, the passion behind the kiss had made whatever grip she maintained on reality to fly out the window. Scarlet moved once more, the fangs bared themselves into a gleeful snarl and amber eyes took on a lustful hue.

 

Enough to make you want to melt into a lustful haze yourself, if you weren't so damn frightened.

 

She had gasped out aloud at the sight and hence missed out on the fact that he had begun to speak.

 

“…So beautiful, so damn beautiful.” his amber eyes roved over her small, slim slender form, taking in her slim legs, the slender waist, the pert little breasts, up the column of her snow white throat, to her large, expressive azure eyes beneath the long dark lashes to the thick mass of silky midnight blue hair cascading down her neck to her hips. Her lips were parted in anticipation, breath coming through the soft pink walls in pants. Her skin was smooth to his touch and ever so soft, glowing peaches and cream from his earlier ministrations.

 

How they begged for his attention and how he died to give it to her.

 

But he knew that time was short and that before anything else, he had to mark the virginal beauty as his. Then he could take any amount of time ravishing her, to both their satisfactions. The thought made him smile, revealing more of his fangs to her frightened gaze.

 

Even through her fear and the passing shadows, the girl never failed to grasp the fact that whatever was holding her captive, was blessed with a god-like appearance though the fangs suggested a more sinister comparison. He turned his molten gold eyes on her once more and the girl lost her ability to think coherently. She lost her ability to even voice her resentment when the being suddenly ducked his head and she felt his fangs travel down the length of her slender neck, pausing at her pulse point to give it a gentle nip and finally settled at the crook of where her neck met her shoulder and where the human skin was tender and soft. He reared his head back a second, before it descended full force on the same spot. His fangs broke through the soft skin as they embedded themselves into her, marking her, claiming her as his and his alone. The thick air rung with her soft cry.

 

He felt her blood seep into his mouth and delighted in its sweet taste. But he quickly removed his fangs from her shoulder and ran his tongue over the wound, creating lazy circles over it. He wanted her bleeding to stop and the wound to heal. Though he had liked the taste of her blood for the moment, he did not relish it. He was, after all, no vampire. But all of their kind enjoyed the taste of the blood of their mate, as they staked their claim, so did he.

 

As he pulled back to access his bite, he could see it healing and leaving behind a permanent mark. His mark. His claim on her. He felt a surge of male pride go through him and decided that the mark, slowly turning a deep red colour, enhanced her beauty if nothing else.

 

He looked down at her to see how it had affected her and found to his delight that her eyes were glazed. He looked up at the sky and began to see the first signs of dawn. Knowing well that her family would begin to search for her, he decided it was time for his exit. He would see her again, not the next night or the next morn, but for the rest of his live. He had after all chosen her.

 

He reached for her hand, which came limply to him, the bite having taken the last of her resistance, raised it to his lips and pressed an open mouthed kiss to it. Her eyes refocused at that act and raised themselves to meet his.

 

The action brought him very close to her delectable pink lips; he could not bear to leave without a goodbye. His own brushed against hers, as if in a promise for more to come. She shivered at the closeness and a spike in her scent carried to him. He grinned, fangs bared lightly.

 

His tone husky and every bit as possessive as before, he assured her of their eminent meeting. “ Next time, my lovely…you and I will get acquainted…better”. The last bit was a seductive purr in her ear coupled with a soft nip to the lobe.

 

She shivered at both the action and his suggestive tone and did not stop shivering even as he left her, leaving as mysteriously as he came, only this time he walked away from her. Robbed of both coherent speech and thought, the only thing her numb mind registered was the stunning fact that, the scarlet silk that had hung behind him, like a curtain was not silk, rather silk like scarlet hair and one which her hands, strangely enough, wanted to run their shapely fingers through.