A Thorn on the Rose [{Rukix*?*}]
Title: A Thorn on the Rose
Chapter:1/??
Rating: pg-13-R(?)
Author: nyappyrabbit
Genre: Vampirism, love, mystery/past
Warning: violence, some MxM (maybe), abuse,(Also no beta! Sorry)
English
Characters: Ruki and more…(Just wait)
Pairings: Will be mentioned in the story, (It’s going to be pretty obvious)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters! And some of these ideas are based of a Drama called RH+(plus)
Synopsis: Vampires living in the same house, who happen to be very sexy. But its not all about the hot stuff.
Note: This is my first fanfic! I hope you guys like it! Please tell me your honest opinions!
What am I?
That’s the question I ask myself everyday.
I know im not like the others.
I’m not human.
I get weird cravings not for food or water,….only for the deep crimson liquid humans produce. Everytime I look in the mirror, I know I am beautiful. At least to the normal eye. My face always perfect, body has no flaws, just smooth, cold pale skin and perfect hair. I sometimes use my looks for getting what I want, but I don’t like the feeling of power over people.
“Ah! It’s him!”
“Who?”
“The Dark Prince! Over there!”
I can hear the high school girls make their compliments about my physical features. But did they really have to use “Dark Prince” as my nickname?
I’m in my school uniform, it’s kinda stuffy, I rather wear, you know, jeans. School has been over for a while and I’m now getting started to walk home, a place for little satisfaction. The walk is rather lonely. I have no real friends; nobody to hang out with. All the girls stay back because they are too shy to come up and talk to me. And all the boys hate me for being good in almost all sports and academics and for “stealing” all the girls. I don’t go out often, only when my food has gone out and I go to the store to get more. This is my life filled with guilt and loneliness.
“Where have you been boy?” My foster father yells at me when I walk through the door. I ignore him. “I bet you bit someone, didn’t you?!” I stand there looking at my foster father’s face studying his features, narrowed eyes of hatred, lips filled with dark words, nothing really pleasant about this guy. “No Father. I stayed after school cleaning the classroom.” He raised his head, and hit me. As I fell towards the floor he began yelling at me, “Don’t lie to me boy! I know your kind!” I held my cheek as he continued to yell. Then he grabbed it; It being a wooden stick the size of his huge thumb. My eyes grew with terror; I bowed low on my hands and knees, before he could strike. “I’m sorry!” One hit. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” Four hits. I can feel my back throbbing. “I’m sorry.” My voice weak. “Ju-s-st p-please s-stop…” My vision begins to turn blurry. “What?” Hit. “You want me to stop?” Hit. Hit. About 10 more blows to the back, and I can feel it bleeding and my body very weak, just laid there. My foster father threw the stick down, grabbed his keys and jacket, turned to the door, “See you in another month.” And walked out.
I waited a few moments before I did anything. When I knew he was gone, I slowly got up and went to my bedroom. I am glad he left. And I hope he forgets about me. He gave me this little house so he doesn’t have to see me at his place anymore. He pays for almost everything, and I don’t have to see him except once a month visits. I turned on my bedroom light, and sighed. It had a twin bed a desk, nightstand, closet, you know essentials. It’s bland and dull, not my thing, but when you have no money this is how its going to go. One thing did stand out though. “Tako!” the black cat lying on my bed, lifted his head and blinked. “Don’t look at me like that.” I said as I took of my school jacket and shirt. The scratches were now slowly fading. Tako meowed. “I’m okay Tako. It will heal.” I changed my pants to comfortable ones, picked up Tako and went downstairs. “Ah. Tako-san, what should we eat today?” I went to the kitchen sat Tako on the counter and opened the fridge. I sighed, “I guess very rare steak tonight, huh?”
“Meow” Tako answered.
Its good, but I really would like something better. The real thing. I took it out and ate at the table, Tako followed. “You wouldn’t want this Tako.” I said, slowly letting him sniff the piece on my fork. “Ew…You’re nasty.” I said as Tako took the piece of meat off my fork and took it away.
“And I thought I was gross…” I muttered finally eating. It went down with satisfaction. The meat mixed with blood was intoxicating-ly good. I finished it rather fast. I put my dishes in the sink and went back up stairs to my bedroom. I turned on the T.V. , even though I hated watching the news. I sighed in frustration on the lack of interest, and flopped on my bed. Tako jumped up and laid next to my torso. This was peace to me. Peace from a very “loving” father and from not having friends.
I slowly fell asleep.
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A/N: URRGHHH!! very tired! I hope you liked it!
Trust me! the story will move along quite fast I think!