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Entrapment

#3

*Subaru POV

I felt him pick me up from the ground, I wanted to protest but I couldn't move. I tried to say `No, please, leave me here to die' but I couldn't form the words. My throat was dry, and all that came out of my mouth was what sounded like a moan. He smiled lovingly as he stroked my hair, as he walked to a destination in which I had no idea. My head was spinning. I could no longer stay awake. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Sleep, Subaru. You need rest before the gift." I tried to think of what it meant, but I was too weak. My will had weakened. I knew I was dying. He whispered again, "I won't let you die." After that, the world went black.

***

Something sweet was rushing into my mouth. Something warm and sweet. I heard drumming, two different drums, soon to go the same pace. I realized it was the sound of a heartbeat. I opened my eyes, which were sore. Seishirou… I heard the name when Fuuma shouted. This man…that saved me…his name is Seishirou… His wrist was against my lips, his blood pouring into my mouth, healing me, filling me with energy. Then suddenly, he removed his wrist. The wound was small, and it vanished. I gasped. It just healed like that! I yearned for more of that blood, that sweet, magical elixir that healed me. I soon noticed that I heard voices. They were thoughts of people! Seishirou opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, they are voices, child. You are now one of us. You are now, a Vampire." I laughed. "Vampire? But Vampires do not exist!" He stared at me, a curious, innocent stare. "After what Fuuma did to you, you still believe that? Dear, you are stubborn." He laughed. It was my turn to stare at him. I noted that my skin was whiter, paler, and I was hungry, it was a hunger that I had never felt before. I ran my tongue over my teeth, and I felt that my eyeteeth had become like sharp little daggers, fangs. He picked me up suddenly, and carried me out of the small room in which I had just recently noticed. It was an old room, the walls and ceiling peeling. I then heard a voice clearer than the others in my ear. "You are not entirely closed to me, for Fuuma is the one that drained your blood. You have two makers now. Of course, my blood is strong, much stronger than his, for I have existed some two-hundred years." I knew it was Seishirou, there was no doubt. " I can walk you know." I said, hearing him laugh, he put me down.

His smile was genuine, a sweet loving smile. He took my hand, and we strolled together down the wet sidewalks, passing the splendidly lighted stores. We entered a pub called `Dragon tears' and he led me inside and sat me down in one of the dark corners. He then turned to leave. I quickly reached out and grabbed his hand. In less than a second I was holding his sleeve. I gazed at my hand as if it was some powerful machine I had never used before, and was now admiring the sheer power of it. I then noticed Seishirou was waiting patiently for me. "You're going to leave me here?" I asked. He smiled. "None of such, darling. I'm just going to sit at some other table, and watch you make your first kill." I stared at him. "F-first k-kill?" I asked shakily. He nodded, amused at my reaction. "Isn't a vampire famous for drinking blood and killing their victims?" he asked. I nodded slowly. "Then you know what to do. Think of how Fuuma did it. Try to mimic him. He's one of the best. It was quite difficult to pull him away from you." I nodded. Fuuma. The name alone scared me. Kamui was right. Then again, where was Kamui? I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 2 a.m. He was probably asleep. Seishirou shook his head. "None of that now, sweetheart. Concentrate." he gave me a kiss on the cheek that was so fast even I couldn't see it. He walked off and sat at a table not far from mine.

A man had come in. He saw me straightaway, and walked toward me. He seemed captivated, but by what? Seishirou's voice in my ear again… `By you, silly. He is captivated by you. Don't panic when he comes near, Always remember this, embrace and bite. I repeat, embrace and bite. Oh, look, here comes my kill.' I then noticed a tall slim man walking toward Seishirou, that Seishirou's arms were open to embrace him. My man was some biker in leather, his silver chain swinging back and forth as he made his way toward me. He was somehow beautiful. I turned to watch Seishirou. He was already kissing the man's neck, ready to sink his fangs. The biker took his place beside me, and said extremely shyly, "Are you alone?" I nodded, giving him a smile. He smiled back and suddenly, rashly, put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto the seat. His lips were sloppy, and he was ravaging my body with his hands. Seishirou watched this all as he finished drinking, and he let the man drop to the floor. I then violently grabbed his neck as Seishirou came near. I didn't want him to interfere. I pulled his face up to my eye level, and I pushed his chin up. I saw the main vein and I sank my fangs in. Seishirou watched.

The blood was warm and filling, but it wasn't as sweet as Seishirou's. This had a hint of saltiness. I was draining him to the point of death. I felt a thin stream of blood trickle down my chin, and when I was done, he was pale. His eyes were blank like that of a corpse, then again, he was a corpse. Seishirou smiled as he helped me up from under the dead body, pulling me into a hug. "Well done, but you shouldn't stall time so much, once he's with you, strike." I nodded, and we left the bodies there. As we made our way out, I received many stares, both envious and hungry. I shuddered. I wasn't used to getting so much attention. Seishirou's arm was light, unlike before. I felt the strength of his arms when he carried me, but now it was so light and unthreatening.

We strolled on the streets for some half an hour, and the sky had started to light. He brought me to a dark place, an old abandoned building, and he took me to the fifth level and brought me into a room. It was randomly furnished, with a bookshelf at the far end of the room, a couch against the wall, and at the window seat, a few unlighted candles that had seem to be used before. In the middle of the room was a coffin. It was placed on the Indian rug that covered most of the room with its large oval shape. The coffin was made of marble, Italian white marble. On the lid was a gold tablet with words engraved on it that said, "Open not this coffin dear, if you dare to pry this, you shall not be dismissed, as blood of yours and others will smear if you do not obey." I shuddered at this. Seishirou bent down in front of me to look me in the eyes. His golden eyes were comforting, like that of liquid honey. He had put his hands on my shoulders, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I forgot to prepare you a place to rest, I'm afraid you have to share a coffin with me." I smiled. I didn't really mind.

He slid open the lid of the coffin, and I found that it was cushioned with red velvet. He got in and politely told me to get in on top of him. I obeyed. It was a wonderful night. His hair smelt like roses, and face was smooth as he slept. I actually love him already.

***

*Kamui POV

Fuuma was quite loving to me. He was, as I must admit, beautiful. He was my devil, my devil that has promised me eternal life. His touch was gentle, and I found he was warm, very warm. I was drinking his blood; I had my teeth in his goddamn neck! I saw pictures of his life. He was an orphan since birth, his father dying before he was born, his mother dying straight after he was born. A man called Seishirou took him in, caring for him, loving him. Seishirou was a mysterious person, appearing only in the evening when the sun sets. He slept in his room, having private tutors coming and going everyday of the week. Seishirou's house was always full of strangers, admiring the paintings he painted. Fuuma could paint as well. Seishirou taught him. Many had requested to buy his paintings, but he refused. Seishirou never sold any of his paintings. I saw everything until there, when he ripped me away from his neck. "Enough," he said. He was panting; I had taken too much from him. But I still craved for more. "More." I said. I could hear the blood in my voice, and he smiled. It was obvious I amused him with my hunger. "Tomorrow, darling. Tomorrow." I nodded. He was now my father, as my biological father had never been. He drew the curtains, it was 5:45a.m. He hugged me and crawled onto the bed, settling in beside me. He asked me, "Your curtains are light proof aren't they?" I nodded. It was made of thick velvet so light couldn't pass through. He nuzzled my cheek, and kissed me goodnight.

"I love you," he said softly, and suddenly I felt a tiredness that I had never felt before. My eyes closed, and I felt Fuuma stroke my hair, and then I fell asleep.

***

The next night, he woke up earlier than me. His hair was gelled back, and his skin was paler than yesterday. I then noted that my skin was paper-white. I got up and looked myself in the mirror. My hair was silkier, and my eyes, my eyes they seemed to glow in the dark! Fuuma smiled and told me to open my mouth. I did as I was told and I saw fangs in the place of my eyeteeth. Fuuma put his hands on my shoulders and told me to get changed.

I was wearing my bed robe and he had already selected an out fit for me from my cupboard. It was a long-sleeved black turtleneck and long black pants. He stroked my face with his thumb and went into the living room. He wanted me to get changed quickly. I tugged on the strap that held the robe together, and I put on the shirt and pants as told.

He was waiting.