|"I told you a long time ago... You can't hide anything from me... Because, I am yours.|
This scent. This voice. This allure. This presence. Could it really be? Is it even remotely possible? Those eyes of gold that never revealed a tinge of emotion were now clouded with overflowing desire. The thirst that had been kept at bay and never to be quenched clawed deep inside of him once more with great ferocity. It was not a beast, it was a monster. His hand unconsciously reached towards the person who ignited his senses with such insatiable fervor. Eyes of pristine gold were now but a reflection of passionate red. He cannot hold it back anymore. Just like that... it has finally began.
"How cute you are." His hand held the fragile and delicate wrist. In one swift motion, this stranger was pulled into an intimate embrace only to be shared between lovers. Searching lips traced the contour of the neck. "If you want it, take it all. My fallen Saint." Fangs pierced the supple white skin. With that, the scent of Roses fluttered the hallways like paranoia. It soon drifted to the different areas of the school like a rushing flood. A seductive and terribly enticing scent for vampires and humans, the mark of the most pure of bloods. A rule has been broken yet again, but no one cares, not even the two individuals who were the main culprits.
"She has initiated contact." Upon hearing these words, eyes that will make the darkness be ashamed of its black hue held a glitter of amusement and victory. "Why does she get all the fun?" This was the rather disappointed statement of Ex who looked at the images flashing across the various screens. They were mostly data and numbers which held no meaning to him. "You had your fun last time, didn't you?" The dripping innuendo within that voice only made Ex looked away in silence. He always feared this person. Why can't Hughes be here instead? "I will let you have your fun soon enough."
Ex looked at the man who sat in a throne like some King. No, he is a King in his rightful world. "Now, what would you do my most precious?" There was twisted humor inserted in that voice. "Connections. Bonds. They are truly the prison which we seek to be captured for eternity and see it as freedom. What irony." Those eyes of abyss drifted to the form of Ex who was looking at him. "You have your mission, isn't it my unseen assassin?" Ex straightened himself and bowed with great respect and fear. He had been tasked to dispatch some of the Tsukinos who still remains. This man was cruel and demented allowing a few to conduct a social experiment as he stated before. Now, he was going to do another one with them and see the reactions that would covet great interest. Oh, yes this will be fun. "Everything is as you willed it, My Contra Mundi."
Memories and feelings filled Zenith to the brim. It had been such a long time since he had felt this sensation, this satisfaction, this desire. It had been lost to him and not even the bloods of others had managed to prick through the chain he had kept around his thirst. In the end, there was only person who could do so with great ease. "Amalthea..." He whispered with such gentleness only reserved for that person. "Sorry, but I go a different name." Lifting his head away from the neck which he had drank from with such ardor, his eyes still shaded with crimson met vermilion orbs. A hand reached towards him, fingertip tracing his lips before stopping a corner. "Don't waste my blood, Zenith."
Wiping it, this stranger placed it closely to his mouth. There was a trickle of the blood which the pure-blood affectionately licked. The heady scent of his sister was too much to resist. "The name is Alice." The haze blanketing his eyes dispersed and the thirst silenced finally for the first time since that fateful day. Returning to its clear and undisturbed gold, he released the one known as Alice from his embrace. What had come over him? This girl who appeared to be around 11 catered to his incestuous love. There at the nape of her neck were his bite marks. The scent of roses filtering out like perfume. What has he done? If this girl was a human, he had revealed and tainted her existence with black.
Tilting her head to the side, Alice had an amused smile. She somewhat knew what was going through Zenith's head at the moment. "I'm not human. So, you can't taint me, Saint." Then, she reached for the portion of her neck where he had bitten with such want and need. It was ecstasy and pleasurable. "My blood is the only one which can satisfy you. So, take responsibility. You'll be mine, right?" Those eyes of red held amusement and a twisted sense of sincerity. She held out her other hand to him. The pure-blood stared at the hand for some time. He does not know this Alice but, her blood is of Amalthea. Everything about her is of his beloved. The existence of this girl plagued him like a nagging mystery. But, there was no more room for his hesitation when it deals with the one he cares for greatly.
"Alice." He started as he held the hand that reached out for him. It was far smaller than his and rather cold. There is an inkling within him to make it warm as such, his hold tightened a bit. Alice smiled brightly at this as she stumbled forward as it showed her blood had almost been drained greatly. This only showed how hungry Zenith had been for the past years. Even the blood of the prefect was no use to him in the end but a means to heal the physical wound, no blood was useful to him unlike this girl's. He caught the girl in his arms. "Carry me and give me a tour. After all, I'll be studying here from now on." A new student and quite demanding as well. However, he cradled the girl into his arms with such security. Just like that, time moved for him once more. Whether this was for the good or not, it will soon be known.
"How cute you are." His hand held the fragile and delicate wrist. In one swift motion, this stranger was pulled into an intimate embrace only to be shared between lovers. Searching lips traced the contour of the neck. "If you want it, take it all. My fallen Saint." Fangs pierced the supple white skin. With that, the scent of Roses fluttered the hallways like paranoia. It soon drifted to the different areas of the school like a rushing flood. A seductive and terribly enticing scent for vampires and humans, the mark of the most pure of bloods. A rule has been broken yet again, but no one cares, not even the two individuals who were the main culprits.
"She has initiated contact." Upon hearing these words, eyes that will make the darkness be ashamed of its black hue held a glitter of amusement and victory. "Why does she get all the fun?" This was the rather disappointed statement of Ex who looked at the images flashing across the various screens. They were mostly data and numbers which held no meaning to him. "You had your fun last time, didn't you?" The dripping innuendo within that voice only made Ex looked away in silence. He always feared this person. Why can't Hughes be here instead? "I will let you have your fun soon enough."
Ex looked at the man who sat in a throne like some King. No, he is a King in his rightful world. "Now, what would you do my most precious?" There was twisted humor inserted in that voice. "Connections. Bonds. They are truly the prison which we seek to be captured for eternity and see it as freedom. What irony." Those eyes of abyss drifted to the form of Ex who was looking at him. "You have your mission, isn't it my unseen assassin?" Ex straightened himself and bowed with great respect and fear. He had been tasked to dispatch some of the Tsukinos who still remains. This man was cruel and demented allowing a few to conduct a social experiment as he stated before. Now, he was going to do another one with them and see the reactions that would covet great interest. Oh, yes this will be fun. "Everything is as you willed it, My Contra Mundi."
Memories and feelings filled Zenith to the brim. It had been such a long time since he had felt this sensation, this satisfaction, this desire. It had been lost to him and not even the bloods of others had managed to prick through the chain he had kept around his thirst. In the end, there was only person who could do so with great ease. "Amalthea..." He whispered with such gentleness only reserved for that person. "Sorry, but I go a different name." Lifting his head away from the neck which he had drank from with such ardor, his eyes still shaded with crimson met vermilion orbs. A hand reached towards him, fingertip tracing his lips before stopping a corner. "Don't waste my blood, Zenith."
Wiping it, this stranger placed it closely to his mouth. There was a trickle of the blood which the pure-blood affectionately licked. The heady scent of his sister was too much to resist. "The name is Alice." The haze blanketing his eyes dispersed and the thirst silenced finally for the first time since that fateful day. Returning to its clear and undisturbed gold, he released the one known as Alice from his embrace. What had come over him? This girl who appeared to be around 11 catered to his incestuous love. There at the nape of her neck were his bite marks. The scent of roses filtering out like perfume. What has he done? If this girl was a human, he had revealed and tainted her existence with black.
Tilting her head to the side, Alice had an amused smile. She somewhat knew what was going through Zenith's head at the moment. "I'm not human. So, you can't taint me, Saint." Then, she reached for the portion of her neck where he had bitten with such want and need. It was ecstasy and pleasurable. "My blood is the only one which can satisfy you. So, take responsibility. You'll be mine, right?" Those eyes of red held amusement and a twisted sense of sincerity. She held out her other hand to him. The pure-blood stared at the hand for some time. He does not know this Alice but, her blood is of Amalthea. Everything about her is of his beloved. The existence of this girl plagued him like a nagging mystery. But, there was no more room for his hesitation when it deals with the one he cares for greatly.
"Alice." He started as he held the hand that reached out for him. It was far smaller than his and rather cold. There is an inkling within him to make it warm as such, his hold tightened a bit. Alice smiled brightly at this as she stumbled forward as it showed her blood had almost been drained greatly. This only showed how hungry Zenith had been for the past years. Even the blood of the prefect was no use to him in the end but a means to heal the physical wound, no blood was useful to him unlike this girl's. He caught the girl in his arms. "Carry me and give me a tour. After all, I'll be studying here from now on." A new student and quite demanding as well. However, he cradled the girl into his arms with such security. Just like that, time moved for him once more. Whether this was for the good or not, it will soon be known.