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Entrapment

#4

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*Fuuma POV

Halloween was near.

I brought him through the streets, to where our coven was. Seishirou was going to be pleased. Kamui's thoughts were closed to me, as I made him; which meant that my thoughts were closed to his as well. I could know nothing about what he was thinking, but I could know wherever he is. He was my first-born, and I vowed to myself I would give him all I could, and teach him to become a strong and powerful vampire. After all, my blood isn't the weakest. Yes, it was true that Seishirou's blood is stronger, as he led a life longer than me, and he had the blood of the oldest vampires in Tokyo; Hinoto and her sister, Kanoe.

Our coven was in a cemetery, the Yohohama cemetery to be exact. It was a foreigner's Christian cemetery, whose gravestones provided seats for us. We entered through the gates and walked together deep inside it, until we came in front of a white cross. "Here we are," I said, letting go of Kamui's hand. Kamui was quite scared of being in this cemetery, and he asked, "Couldn't we have met in a café?" I shook my head and grinned. "Now, that won't be fun, will it?" I touched his cheek and said, "Don't worry, you're immortal now, remember? You can't die, so what's there to be afraid of?" His eyes shone in the darkness; the beautiful amethyst eyes I so loved. The turtleneck and pants suited him, in fact, anything suited him. He was like a clothes hanger.

I laughed at the thought. I just remembered I forgot to feed him. I slapped my forehead. I looked around. None of the others are here yet. I picked him up and willed myself upward, and lifted myself from the ground. Kamui was quite shaken by this, that I could fly. He was clutching me extremely tightly, near causing pain.

He had no idea of the strength and speed I'd given him by bringing him over. I whispered in his ear, "I'll let you learn how to fly…let's say…now?" He had just eased himself when I dropped him. He was plummeting to the ground, and he was screaming. I laughed and shouted to him, "Will yourself up boy!" he was screaming, and was near the ground when he paused in the air. He looked up at me, his eyes brimming with scarlet tears, and he flew up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He hissed in my ear, "Never, I say, never do that again!" I smiled and patted his back saying, "Of course not, Darling. Never again…" His embrace grew tighter, and I held him like a father who would hold a baby.

***

His hair smelt sweet, like all sorts of flowers mixed together, like a perfume. He closed his eyes as I brought him to a café, and sat down with him. I kissed away the blood tears that he cried, tasting his blood for the second time. The café was a crowded place, so nobody seemed to care about us, they themselves too absorbed in their own conversations. I looked around, and found a woman staring at us. A plump lady in her late thirties. I scanned her mind. She was waiting for death to take her away to a better place. I smiled. There are people like that you know. I touched Kamui's hand, and he looked up at me. I nodded in the direction of the lady and he looked at her as well.

"He lifted his head to whisper in my ear, "Why is she staring at us, Fuuma?" and "Why does something smell so good here?" I had forgot to tell him that we could smell blood as well as we could smell flowers. I kissed him and said, "The thing you smell is the blood in all these humans, and she," I gestured to the woman, "has currently fallen in love with us." He looked at her again, and then looked back at me, "Why?" I gave a small laugh and sighed. "Because there is no creature closer to God than us." He watched me curiously as I got up and elbowed my way through the crowd and approached the lady. She was plump, her veins clearly visible through her pinkish flesh.

She waited for me to get closer, and she watched me as I tilted my head. "Good evening," I said politely. She nodded in participation. "My name is Francis," I lied. She nodded and smiled. She let me take her hand, and I kissed it. She giggled for a moment, and I shot a look at Kamui that clearly said, `Follow me outside'. He seemed to get the message, and he got up from our table, and moved toward us. "Shall we leave this crowded place?" I asked politely. The woman nodded, and she got up from the bar seat in which she had occupied for the last fifteen to thirty minutes.

"What about your little friend?" She asked. I shook my head. "He can be left alone for a while." She grinned a wicked grin, and I scanned her mind once more. Perpetually disgusting! Her mind was full of sick things, like chains and ropes. She held my hand tightly, and I tried to pull away as fast as I could. We were in an alley and it was dark. I took out the sunglasses that I had always kept in my pocket. I put them on quickly. Kamui watched from the shadows, his eyes two violet orbs that glowed. My eyes had to shielded by the glasses, or else she would see what creature I was.

"Sunglasses in the night? My, you are a weird person…" She had not let go when I tried to pull away as her grasp was tight. Kamui watched this, and couldn't help grinning. I shot a glare at Kamui and turned back to my victim. I lifted her chin and kissed her neck, hearing her sigh, I sank my fangs.

She moaned quite loudly, so I had to cover her mouth. I didn't like touching her face…it was sticky and wet. Her blood was bitter, but I had to make a living. She made funny sounds as I finished off. Kamui watched.

***

She was dead. I let the corpse drop to the floor. Kamui walked out from the shadows. "It's your turn to hunt, darling. Do it like me." I said softly, walking up to him and touching his face. He nodded and smiled. We walked into the café once again, and we waited. Kamui was getting hungry. Finally, a man came across us. He was previously engrossed in his own little conversation with another man, that seemed to have noticed us as well. Kamui moved to get up, but I stopped him. "They will come." I said softly. He sat still again. He heaved a sigh and leaned his head on my shoulder. I liked that.

The first man came first, and he moved to us quite slowly. The other followed, and they made their way toward us. The man took his place beside me, and the other beside Kamui. He seemed to love him already. The man eyes me as if I was some prize meant to be displayed. I smiled at him. Kamui was chatting with the other, taking everything slowly. I took the man's hand and led him to the alley. He was dazed. Only seeing me in his vision, he didn't notice the corpse we had left there. I kicked it into the shadows. He smiled at me, as he pinned me to the wall, as he thought he could take advantage of this nineteen year old. I felt that Kamui was already drinking. I let him hold me there for a moment, waiting.

He nuzzled my neck, trailing kisses down my cheek. He unbuttoned the first three buttons of my white linen blouse. Abruptly, I pulled away. That was as far as he could get. I didn't want him to strip me any more. I violently pulled him up, hearing him gasp as I bit into his neck. He moaned. I crushed him to me, breaking a few of his bones; I detached myself from his neck and ripped open his throat, licking off blood that remained. I also ripped open his chest, tearing out his heart, squeezing it for more of that blood. After I was done, his heart looked like a swollen fruit, his corpse bloody and crippled. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. "That was sweet." I had not spilt a drop on my lips, like all expert drinkers. Haha. Don't want to sound boastful actually…

I had stuffed the body in the garbage, actually both bodies. I buried them deep inside. I entered the café again, and Kamui was confused. He had blood dripping from his lips, his arms still around the man, his neck bloody. I slapped my forehead. Kamui spotted me and looked frantic. The people in the café were quite shocked. They were staring at him and the dead man, their mouths hanging open like Halloween masks. I gestured for him to come to me with the dead man. He did as he was told. The people looked from him to me as we left, and went back to their businesses. They had thought it was some joke, besides…Halloween was near.

He held him like a boy would hold an oversized doll. I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. "Never do that again, okay?" He nodded and dropped the corpse. He watched me stuff it in with the other two. He tugged at my shirt. "Why is your shirt unbuttoned?" I smiled. "He tried to take advantage of me." He stared. "You mean he tried to rape you?" I shook my head. "Take advantage of me." He smiled. I then saw Seishirou at the opening of the alley, dressed in a gray trench coat and black pants with a silk shirt beneath. And beside him was…

"Subaru." I said softly. Kamui was quite dazed also. He moved in front of me hesitantly. "Subaru?" he called out to the man beside my maker. "Hello, Kamui." he replied. Seishirou moved toward me slowly. I smiled. "Never fall in love with a mortal huh?" I mocked. He smirked. "Yes, yes, I admit I was wrong…" He said softly. Kamui had walked up to Subaru, and was now caressing his face. Seishirou eyed me and said, "Today we're looking good." I gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "Shut up." He smiled and kissed me. His lips felt like silk as they had always felt.

"Oh loving one, give me your blood…" I whispered. He sighed. He held me close to him, his breath against my neck. Kamui and Subaru were embracing each other, like long lost brothers that had finally come together. He let go of me, and walked toward our fledglings. I followed. Subaru had let go of Kamui, and Seishirou was looking at him. "Dressed in black, as always…" He said to me, as I stood beside him. He put his arm around me and kissed me cheek. "Good choice, boy." he whispered. I shrugged off his arm and took Kamui's hand. "We're going to be late, Master." I said. Kamui took off and I followed him. Knowing Seishirou would be coming as well.

***

We didn't wait for Seishirou. Kamui was sitting on a gravestone when I reached. His turtleneck shirt exposed bits of his neck; his eyes had a lazy glaze to it, giving him a seductive look. There were others there, like Yuuto, Satsuki, Karen, Kakyou…even Nataku was there. Kamui stood up and walked toward me, his boots scraping the decaying leaves on the ground. He embraced me and kissed me, and we stood as Seishirou and Subaru landed together. Seishirou raised his arms. "Good evening, my friends!" He said. Subaru had left Seishirou's side and was standing with Kamui.

"I apologize for arriving late. But I had matters to attend to. As you know, our coven is growing, the spirit of the hunger for blood inside us being passed on. I am to introduce two new members tonight." He gestured to Kamui and Subaru. I was holding both of their arms. Subaru was trembling in my grasp. As Seishirou spoke, I pulled Subaru closer to me, and kissed his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry for what I did to you before. If I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be in one piece." He shivered still, and I continued to kiss his cheek and hair. Kamui was observing this and was getting a little jealous.

I gestured for him to listen.

"Allow me to introduce…" He took Kamui from me. "Kamui." He said softly. He then took Subaru from me. "And this is…Subaru. Dare any of you hurt them, you will not be spared." He cautioned. Chatter rose from the rest of the coven. "Silence." He declared suddenly. "Are you clear on what I have just said?" He asked. They nodded. I sat on one of the slabs and Kamui leant against me. Subaru sat beside Seishirou and was whispering, "You're right…Fuuma did apologize…Maybe he's not that bad after all…" I smirked as Seishirou smiled at me. "There is also something I want to discuss with you all…" he whispered, but everyone could hear him pretty well.

He looked to a towering tree. "Come out Sakura, come out Tree." A little girl popped her head out, followed by a boy. They jumped from a branch and landed on Seishirou's lap. They embraced him tightly and kissed his cheek. Did I tell you…Seishirou had children…^-^;

"I know you have been playing horrible pranks on people, Sakura, Tree." he said angrily. They were not his real children, just pets that he had fallen in love with. Haha, never fall in love with humans…

***

*Kamui POV

I felt sort of jealous when I saw Fuuma kissing Subaru. True, Fuuma didn't belong to me, but he was supposed to love me, not any other. I remember how he tortured me before, how I was so afraid of such a loving person. He was now my lover, my maker, my father and my teacher. It was nothing like the relationship of my and Kotori, my fiancée from long ago.

I wanted Fuuma to do so many things to me and for me, but it seemed he resisted. The boy and girl were extremely adorable, they were twins. They had black hair and golden eyes, which reminded me a lot about Seishirou and Fuuma. It seemed that Seishirou favored the little girl, but Fuuma liked the little boy. Seishirou and Fuuma seemed to be both like lovers and brothers. Fuuma held me in his embrace and he breathed against my neck, the turtleneck of no use against his cold breath.

I liked the feeling of his arms around me, his breath against my skin. I watched as Seishirou lectured the two children and asked for their caretaker, Karen. She stepped up and kneeled as if facing royalty. "Take care of them properly, never let them out of your sight, you hear?" he declared. I admired Seishirou, and I found him extremely attractive. Fuuma was kissing my neck, probably making up for him and Subaru. After all, he had my blood in him, and he was my slave. I knew it made me sound naïve, but it was what I believed.

***

The meeting was finally over; I wasn't listening too much of it, just enjoying the feel of Fuuma's lips against my skin. I saw a few jealous glares from the rest of the coven, but Fuuma kept a hold on me tighter every time. Fuuma had brought me back to my apartment, shopping on the way, not caring about the curious glances we got from the public. He bought a violin, and a keyboard for me, as he knew (somehow) that I could to play a piano. He insisted though I told him I had a piano already in my apartment. When we reached, he slipped out of his linen blouse and into a loose shirt that exposed bits of his bare chest because it was simply too big. He had told me to get our of the shirt I was in and change into something more comfortable. I did as I was told. I had put on my bed robe again and sat on the bed.

He played a sweet tune on the violin he bought, though I didn't know how he paid. He taught me how to play `moonlight sonata' on the piano, and requested that I play some scary tune I knew, as Halloween was near. I loved to be praised by him, I loved to be touched by him, and I loved to be kissed by him, I liked everything he did to me, everything he gave me! The sky was lightening. A thought crossed my mind. "Where is Subaru? Why did he act so cold to me?" But it didn't matter any more. I had Fuuma now.

Love you love you love you, my devil, my devil that has come to take me to hell. I drew the curtains as I heard Fuuma enter the room. He slid his arms around me waist and led me to the bed. He tugged on the belt of my bed robe and pushed me gently on to the bed. He kissed me politely, the robe instantly slipping off my shoulders leaving only my boxers on me. "Loving you is fated," he whispered. "For you I would give anything." he sighed as we rolled over and laughed together. "My love." he whispered feverishly, as our once calm kisses became desperate and passionate. "Not hell darling, never hell. I offer you eternal life…" He slid his tongue inside of my mouth, playing with my tongue, exploring every part of my mouth.

He cut his tongue and let a few droplets of his blood drip into my mouth. His blood tasted sweet as it had the first time. I didn't know what reminded me of the dove, the dead dove that I had found on my dressing table. He easily slipped out of his shirt, his hands roaming over my skin. I had dreamt of this. I suddenly asked him a question. "Can vampires stay up for the whole 24-hours as long as they don't see the sun?" He smiled and nodded, and he continued our little sinful act.

He suddenly stopped. He pulled away from me and clutched his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I can't do this…" I sat up and pulled him to me. "Why?" I asked.

"Because of my past."