Akamizu - 赤水 - Chapter 3 "Love Demon"
Title: Akamizu - 赤水
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga
Characters: Uruha, Aoi, OCs
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the sudden disappearance of his fiancé Usagi, Kouyou travels to a remote town to find her in a place known ominously as “Akamizu” where she is in the powerful grip of a strange man who has taken up residence there. But what the young Kouyou doesn’t expect is that he too will fall to the mysterious charm of this horrific place.
Warnings: Vampire Fiction. This isn’t your twilight style vampire story though. If you want a beautiful glamourized vampire story, this isn’t it.
Chapter 1 - Red Water | Chapter 2 - The Wandering Women
He woke up on the floor, alone and cold and shivering. What hour it was he couldn’t tell. But he knew it was deep into the night. In the corner of the room, the monster had placed a lantern, the sort of which campers would buy. Its bright yellow glow was casted about the room, revealing the carcasses of crushed instruments, covered with dust and blood.
Kouyou slowly looked around him. This must have been a music room at some point he thought until he came to the realization that all of the instruments had been guitars; electric guitars with gutted out amps and broken necks, beautiful acoustics smashed into a bouquet of splintered wood.
Guitars.
A horror suddenly overcame Kouyou at the sight of it-not because he loved the guitar and it hurt him to see them broken (nothing could compare to the stacks of dead bodies and their horrid stench) but the idea that perhaps the monster had known about his love for the guitar and sickly placed him in there, telling him in round about way that he was going to destroy him from the inside out.
Quickly, Kouyou looked around the room. There was no escape, no windows, nothing. There was just the door that led out into the main house where the monster was. But as his gaze ran franticly around the room, his eyes rested suddenly on one lone guitar: a brown Martin acoustic with a faded body and beautiful ivory knobs. It was the only one Kouyou could see that hadn’t been destroyed.
Slowly, he got to his feet and made his way over to the instrument. His body ached painfully as he moved. The thought crossed his mind that if the monster had heard him playing it, he might come in and kill him right then and there but the desire to touch a guitar one last time before what he believed would be his inevitable death was greater than the need to futilely prolong his life.
It was beautiful to say the least. If there was any instrument that should be saved last, it would be this one. He lifted it up as if it were a precious relic. His eyes wide and glittering in the lantern light. In his hand, the guitar seemed to possess a mysterious power. It’s spirit radiated around the room as it rose into the air.
This could be the last time you ever play.
He sat down cross-legged on the floor and cradled its precious body against his own. Running the back of his thumbnail down the strings, he was surprised to find that it was perfectly tuned.
He took a deep breath, considering deeply what he should play.
Mother. Luna Sea’s Mother. When he was younger, it had been his favorite record and that song in particular he would listen to over and over again. Closing his eyes, he ran through the melody in his head. Exhaling, he began to play. Running through the notes skillfully with his eyes tightly shut.
He let himself go. As he played he didn’t think that this song would be the last one. He didn’t think about his death. He didn’t think about his life back home. He didn’t think about his family or his friends or his music or his dreams. He just played. Losing himself in the melody of the song and the notes that poured from his body.
This was coming from him. This song was coming from him. This magical thing, music was coming from him. And at that moment, that song was the only thing that mattered. Not the vampire. Not Usagi. Not even his life. Just that song.
And it bled through the walls like a bodiless spirit and reached the ears of the man as he reclined on the floor staring at the door that separated him from the stranger. Just like Kouyou, he knew that song. But what Kouyou didn’t know was that the man like him had been a teenager when that song was made and that like Kouyou, he had excitedly bought it from the record store and like Kouyou, he diligently applied himself to the guitar to learn it and like Kouyou, he would lose himself in it’s melody.
But that was before he was monster. Back when he was just a boy.
Words cannot describe the effect it had on him. He stood up slowly and walked towards the door, its power over him growing as the sound amplified. Pressing his brow against the thin layer that separated the two of them, he closed his eyes and listen to Kouyou’s playing. He was very skilled he realized, maybe even better then him. He glided through the notes flawlessly and yet, every one of them was played with emotion as if Kouyou as a guitar player was truly in sync with the instrument.
Then, suddenly the song ended and silence reemerged. The monster’s heart pounded in his chest and his skin grew hot. What was this? A nervousness? How long has it been since he heard that sound?
Kouyou on the other side realizing that the vampire had yet to come and kill him played another song.
Again, the silence was gone and Akamizu in the dead of night was filled with music.
The monster with his forehead still against the partition slid to the floor, closed his eyes and listened.
Kouyou must have played for hours until at last the door opened. It was just a small crack at first but it nevertheless caused such a terrible shock in Kouyou’s breast that he immediately stopped playing and stared at the door with wide frightened eyes, waiting for the monster to immerge.
But he didn’t. Instead the crack grew until Kouyou could see something on the floor. It was a plate of food arranged somewhat haphazardly. The sight of it confused Kouyou. He was famished, horribly famished. He hadn’t eaten for hours and just the thought of food made him feel sick with hunger. Should he go over there and grab it? What if it was poisoned? Even still if it wasn’t, by eating it did that mean that the vampire was going to keep him alive longer and torture him? Even though he desperately wanted to convince himself that there was a good reason not to get the food so that he didn’t have to build up the courage to go near the door, the hunger pangs were so great and the watering in his mouth so intense that he lost all train of thought and placed the guitar aside and crawled towards the door.
He reached for it and just as he was about to grab it, the plate slid away several inches. Like a fool, Kouyou crawled some more and reached again only for the plate to slide away several more inches outside of the room. He could smell the food and the need for it was so great that Kouyou could hardly think. Again, he chased after the food only to find himself several feet away from the safety of the music room.
Laughter. The same laughter.
Still on his hands and knees, Kouyou’s eyes rose to the face of the man sitting against the wall opposite of him with a string in hand. Looking down at the plate of food again, Kouyou realized that it was sitting on a small mat that was tied to that very string.
“How is it that you can play so beautifully and yet be so stupid?” the monster mocked.
Kouyou bit his bottom lip and trembled in fear. Out in this room, in this horribly cold room, he was utterly exposed to this monster. He is toying with you. He is going to smash you like all those guitars. He is going to eat you.
“Aren’t you hungry?” the monster smirked.
“Don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. Please. Please,” Kouyou suddenly balled up, burying his face into his own lap.
“Of course I’m going to kill you. It’s just a matter of when…that’s all…” The monster cooed erotically. His voice filled the silence in the night and hung about the cool air like a fog that wouldn’t disappear. Dropping the string, he got on all fours and started to slowly crawl over to Kouyou. In the dark, with the lantern light spilling in from the music room onto him, he looked like a black panther prowling. Kouyou sensing his movement, peeked up from the wall of his arms up at him.
His eyes were marvelously black like two stones of onyx. His kimono hung loosely on his body and revealed his beautifully formed shoulder, the collar bone, the Adam’s apple… You can’t resist the spell. His being produced a powerful yearning inside of Kouyou. Before he realized it, he was painfully aroused. By the time, the monster had made his way over to Kouyou, face to face with him, the young man overcome, whimpered in pathetic desire. His lust was so great that he had forgotten his fear and stared at him.
“I should name you,” the monster said with a strangely cute cock of his head. “I’m going to make you my little pet and you’ll play me songs and cry and whimper and do that stupid thing with that weird mouth of yours…” He stared now at those trembling lips that Kouyou without realizing it constantly pushed together and pursed. The vampire couldn’t decide if it was extremely ugly or extremely cute.
“It hurts…” Kouyou shut his eyes tightly and buried his face once more.
“What hurts?”
“My penis. It hurts.”
He didn’t expect the idiot to say something like that. This was going to be better than he thought. Filling the room with his loud boisterous laughter, the monster nearly fell the floor. “Oh my goodness…wow...” Suddenly he sighed.
How long has it been since he was able to speak someone like this? He thought. How long has it been since he has occupied this ancient and filthy Akamizu, surrounded by the dreamlike filth and the ghostly women who came to him as if migrating to him, as if he were the sun. The moment they arrived they had already lost something of their being-what it was he couldn’t tell. They could barely speak. They could barely do anything. They were incapable save for the desire which burned hotly for him. They worshiped the physicality of his flesh, groped at him with their clawlike hands and longed to be drained by him. And he needed it. His hunger to eat, to drink overcame him until he finally killed his first one.
2 years? 3 years? 4? All of this, to him was still a great mystery but it didn’t fail to fill him with an anger so intense that he began to relish in the destruction of these women when before, their desire to be killed by him had left him in tears and confusion.
This was his fate. This is what he had become, a monster, a vampire. He was meant to kill and so he killed. He surrounded himself with the putrid spirit of death. It wasn’t beautiful like the poems said. It was a hideous thing and instead of running away from it, he stared at it face on, refusing to run away from the horror that he had become. He left the bodies out to rot; he didn’t care. They weren’t human anymore now and neither was he. They were mindless, hell bent on dying and if they wanted it so much, he gave it them.
But he knew the truth. He knew that there was something inside of him that had yet to change. And this something longed for the old existence he once knew.
Some days he could convince himself that he was always from hell. But one night-not too long ago, when the loneliness of his existence had become so unbearable, a thought crossed his mind that by living in this hellhole, he was trying to destroy the pestering human soul that still remained inside the body of a monster. But the idea of it only broke his heart, it was too sad of a realization and he couldn’t afford to feel the pain anymore and so he in a fierce impulse, entered the music room and smashed all of the guitars in a violent storm of fury. He had loved every single one of them and every single one of them he broke. With bloody hands, he smashed them, ripped them apart and threw them against one another.
Except for that last guitar. That old acoustic Martin.
Perhaps he was a truly a coward because he couldn’t bring himself to destroy it.
It was too beautiful.
Loneliness. He hadn’t laughed in so long. But now, this stupid boy comes stumbling up here.
He doesn’t know how weak you really are, the monster thought to himself. If you were smart, you would kill him then and there. It’s no use trying to speak again. It’s no use in laughing. It would only revive the soul you are trying to destroy.
You should kill him now. Rip out his throat.
“Who are you?” Kouyou muttered.
“Who I am doesn’t matter anymore,” the vampire replied. “It’s what I am.”
Shoving his hands downward, Kouyou pushed down on his erection and whimpering said “You’re a love demon, aren’t you?”
“You’re really funny you know that?” he smiled charmingly. “Love has nothing to do with me. I’m a monster, remember?”
“Lust?”
“Perhaps.”
“Are you going to kill me now?”
“Not tonight.”
“How are all these women here? What did you do to them?”
“I don’t know. They just come to me,” the vampire spoke in a soft voice. “But you’re the first one that has come intact.”
“Intact?”
“Yes. Their minds…something in the mind is broken.”
“…Maybe it’s their desire.”
“Maybe.”
Silence.
“Did you have sex with all of them?”
“I’m not sure. I never remember.” Why did it feel as if he were confessing something to this stranger? But he needed to speak. He needed to be asked these questions. Why, he wasn’t exactly sure but it felt good.
It felt like being human again.
“Can you make it stop, please…” Kouyou closed his eyes tightly and balled up. Rocking himself back and forth, he continued to whimper.
“Make what stop?”
“The lust…whatever it is…make it stop…please…I can’t…”
“You mean, make you stop wanting me? Sorry, I can’t. I don’t know how. I suppose that’s just my curse,” the vampire chuckled bitterly.
Suddenly and without warning, Kouyou pounced on top of him like a rapid animal. He wasn’t in his right mind. Pinning the monster’s arms above his head with one hand, he undid his kimono, tearing it off him in a fit of angry desire. The vampire taken aback by this relentless passion laid there and laughed, letting Kouyou hungrily kiss his neck and suckle his nipples in a frenzy. Undoing the fastening to his jeans, Kouyou pulled his pulsing erection out and rubbed it against the vampire’s. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly only to quickly ravage the vampire’s body with his mouth and tongue, kissing his throat, his chin, his forehead, all the while the monster laughed delightedly. Kouyou paused and breathed deeply and he stared down at the vampire’s face. For a moment, he didn’t move. He just looked at him.
The vampire watched him back, wondering what on earth this crazy man was thinking.
“You’re mine,” Kouyou said, sounding very much like a possessive child laying claim to a toy.
“You must be insane,” the vampire tried to say but Kouyou pressing his mouth against his, smothered out the words.
“You’re mine. All mine. Mine,” he laid short kisses all over his face. With a quick gesture, Kouyou spat on his hand and rubbed the spit across his penis and the vampire’s opening.
It was too thrilling to fight back. Even though he had never been touched by a man before the vampire had no intention of pushing Kouyou off him. Let him. Even when he was human, no one ever kissed him like this. The women didn’t. Everything with them was lust-but there was something different about Kouyou’s embraces. Perhaps it was because he still completely human that there was tenderness in the way he laid pecks all about his face and cried in desire. The women never cried but here this man was, whimpering like a fool as he rubbed his lips back and forth across him.
“I’m going inside of you, okay?” he muttered to him.
“You’re one crazy bastard,” The vampire closed his eyes and waited for it, waiting for the pain as the hard organ was forced inside.
“Ugh. You’re tight. You’re tight. You’re tight. I’m sorry if it hurts.”
“You idiot. Did you forget what you’re talking to?”
“Does a vampire feel pain?” Kouyou pressed his brow against his and gingerly cupped his face with his hand.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Pleasure?”
“Yes. Everything but love…”
“Love? Because you’re evil?”
The vampire shut his eyes tightly. “Yes.” He clenched his teeth and changing the subject said “You can fuck me as hard as you want. I deserve the punishment.”
Kouyou unable to control himself began to kiss him frantically again. “Did you really kill those women? Did you? I can’t imagine it.” He let out a sharp moan and began to fuck him faster, lifting up his legs and sitting up momentarily and throwing his head back. Looking back down at the vampire’s face, he reached forward and cupped it once more in his hand. “But you don’t seem like a monster at all…”
“Think again,” he closed his eyes. The pleasure of this man inside of him was one he never experienced before. The hard organ slipping in and out, in and out of his own body. The pressure of his waist against his, the fullness, the sound of his little high-pitched whimpers…
“You seem like just a man…”
“You think I was born this way?” He laughed bitterly, refusing to open his eyes and acknowledge anymore of Kouyou’s words.
Suddenly, he threw himself on top of the monster and before he plastered his mouth against his, Kouyou said quickly “I’m about to come.” Quickly, he rocked against him, moaning into the deep kiss he held until finally he came inside of him. “You’re beautiful and wonderful and you feel so good and you smell good even though you live in this place and even though you’re a vampire, you’re warm so warm and I want you again. I want you again,” Kouyou spoke so quickly, he seemed as if he had lost his mind but he hadn’t. It was just that his pleasure and joy was so intense, that at that moment, he lost all sense of reality. Throwing himself on the floor next to him, without fear, he held the vampire close and whispered into his ear. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. I don’t care if you killed those girls. You need to eat, right? You need to. Like a cat eats a bird, it’s just your nature. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.” He pressed his forehead against the vampire. “I don’t care if you eat me. I don’t care. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. But now, I feel so happy. Even the fear is better than nothing. I want you. I never really wanted anything so much, so much,” he pecked his ear quickly and then snuggled into his throat. “I don’t care. I don’t care.”
Poor man. He’s losing his mind, the vampire slowly turned and looked at him. “It’s just a spell, nothing more.”
Blankly, Kouyou replied “It’s better than nothing.”
“Uruha,” the vampire suddenly said.
“Huh?”
“Uruha. I’m going to call you, Uruha.”
“Why Uruha?”
“Because you have a beautiful face.”
Another kiss. Insane man.
“What’s your name?” Kouyou, now Uruha asked excitedly.
“Before, I used to be called Aoi-not by my parents though…”
“Aoi?”
“Mhm.”
He smiled at him, a wide generous childlike smile. “Aoi.”
“You know, Uruha, one day, I’m going to kill you.”
Still the smile. “I know.”
[A/N So the Vampire tale continues. I hope you are enjoying the insanity ^_- . Finally you get a little bit of Aoi's side in this chapter.]
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga
Characters: Uruha, Aoi, OCs
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the sudden disappearance of his fiancé Usagi, Kouyou travels to a remote town to find her in a place known ominously as “Akamizu” where she is in the powerful grip of a strange man who has taken up residence there. But what the young Kouyou doesn’t expect is that he too will fall to the mysterious charm of this horrific place.
Warnings: Vampire Fiction. This isn’t your twilight style vampire story though. If you want a beautiful glamourized vampire story, this isn’t it.
Chapter 1 - Red Water | Chapter 2 - The Wandering Women
He woke up on the floor, alone and cold and shivering. What hour it was he couldn’t tell. But he knew it was deep into the night. In the corner of the room, the monster had placed a lantern, the sort of which campers would buy. Its bright yellow glow was casted about the room, revealing the carcasses of crushed instruments, covered with dust and blood.
Kouyou slowly looked around him. This must have been a music room at some point he thought until he came to the realization that all of the instruments had been guitars; electric guitars with gutted out amps and broken necks, beautiful acoustics smashed into a bouquet of splintered wood.
Guitars.
A horror suddenly overcame Kouyou at the sight of it-not because he loved the guitar and it hurt him to see them broken (nothing could compare to the stacks of dead bodies and their horrid stench) but the idea that perhaps the monster had known about his love for the guitar and sickly placed him in there, telling him in round about way that he was going to destroy him from the inside out.
Quickly, Kouyou looked around the room. There was no escape, no windows, nothing. There was just the door that led out into the main house where the monster was. But as his gaze ran franticly around the room, his eyes rested suddenly on one lone guitar: a brown Martin acoustic with a faded body and beautiful ivory knobs. It was the only one Kouyou could see that hadn’t been destroyed.
Slowly, he got to his feet and made his way over to the instrument. His body ached painfully as he moved. The thought crossed his mind that if the monster had heard him playing it, he might come in and kill him right then and there but the desire to touch a guitar one last time before what he believed would be his inevitable death was greater than the need to futilely prolong his life.
It was beautiful to say the least. If there was any instrument that should be saved last, it would be this one. He lifted it up as if it were a precious relic. His eyes wide and glittering in the lantern light. In his hand, the guitar seemed to possess a mysterious power. It’s spirit radiated around the room as it rose into the air.
This could be the last time you ever play.
He sat down cross-legged on the floor and cradled its precious body against his own. Running the back of his thumbnail down the strings, he was surprised to find that it was perfectly tuned.
He took a deep breath, considering deeply what he should play.
Mother. Luna Sea’s Mother. When he was younger, it had been his favorite record and that song in particular he would listen to over and over again. Closing his eyes, he ran through the melody in his head. Exhaling, he began to play. Running through the notes skillfully with his eyes tightly shut.
He let himself go. As he played he didn’t think that this song would be the last one. He didn’t think about his death. He didn’t think about his life back home. He didn’t think about his family or his friends or his music or his dreams. He just played. Losing himself in the melody of the song and the notes that poured from his body.
This was coming from him. This song was coming from him. This magical thing, music was coming from him. And at that moment, that song was the only thing that mattered. Not the vampire. Not Usagi. Not even his life. Just that song.
And it bled through the walls like a bodiless spirit and reached the ears of the man as he reclined on the floor staring at the door that separated him from the stranger. Just like Kouyou, he knew that song. But what Kouyou didn’t know was that the man like him had been a teenager when that song was made and that like Kouyou, he had excitedly bought it from the record store and like Kouyou, he diligently applied himself to the guitar to learn it and like Kouyou, he would lose himself in it’s melody.
But that was before he was monster. Back when he was just a boy.
Words cannot describe the effect it had on him. He stood up slowly and walked towards the door, its power over him growing as the sound amplified. Pressing his brow against the thin layer that separated the two of them, he closed his eyes and listen to Kouyou’s playing. He was very skilled he realized, maybe even better then him. He glided through the notes flawlessly and yet, every one of them was played with emotion as if Kouyou as a guitar player was truly in sync with the instrument.
Then, suddenly the song ended and silence reemerged. The monster’s heart pounded in his chest and his skin grew hot. What was this? A nervousness? How long has it been since he heard that sound?
Kouyou on the other side realizing that the vampire had yet to come and kill him played another song.
Again, the silence was gone and Akamizu in the dead of night was filled with music.
The monster with his forehead still against the partition slid to the floor, closed his eyes and listened.
Kouyou must have played for hours until at last the door opened. It was just a small crack at first but it nevertheless caused such a terrible shock in Kouyou’s breast that he immediately stopped playing and stared at the door with wide frightened eyes, waiting for the monster to immerge.
But he didn’t. Instead the crack grew until Kouyou could see something on the floor. It was a plate of food arranged somewhat haphazardly. The sight of it confused Kouyou. He was famished, horribly famished. He hadn’t eaten for hours and just the thought of food made him feel sick with hunger. Should he go over there and grab it? What if it was poisoned? Even still if it wasn’t, by eating it did that mean that the vampire was going to keep him alive longer and torture him? Even though he desperately wanted to convince himself that there was a good reason not to get the food so that he didn’t have to build up the courage to go near the door, the hunger pangs were so great and the watering in his mouth so intense that he lost all train of thought and placed the guitar aside and crawled towards the door.
He reached for it and just as he was about to grab it, the plate slid away several inches. Like a fool, Kouyou crawled some more and reached again only for the plate to slide away several more inches outside of the room. He could smell the food and the need for it was so great that Kouyou could hardly think. Again, he chased after the food only to find himself several feet away from the safety of the music room.
Laughter. The same laughter.
Still on his hands and knees, Kouyou’s eyes rose to the face of the man sitting against the wall opposite of him with a string in hand. Looking down at the plate of food again, Kouyou realized that it was sitting on a small mat that was tied to that very string.
“How is it that you can play so beautifully and yet be so stupid?” the monster mocked.
Kouyou bit his bottom lip and trembled in fear. Out in this room, in this horribly cold room, he was utterly exposed to this monster. He is toying with you. He is going to smash you like all those guitars. He is going to eat you.
“Aren’t you hungry?” the monster smirked.
“Don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. Please. Please,” Kouyou suddenly balled up, burying his face into his own lap.
“Of course I’m going to kill you. It’s just a matter of when…that’s all…” The monster cooed erotically. His voice filled the silence in the night and hung about the cool air like a fog that wouldn’t disappear. Dropping the string, he got on all fours and started to slowly crawl over to Kouyou. In the dark, with the lantern light spilling in from the music room onto him, he looked like a black panther prowling. Kouyou sensing his movement, peeked up from the wall of his arms up at him.
His eyes were marvelously black like two stones of onyx. His kimono hung loosely on his body and revealed his beautifully formed shoulder, the collar bone, the Adam’s apple… You can’t resist the spell. His being produced a powerful yearning inside of Kouyou. Before he realized it, he was painfully aroused. By the time, the monster had made his way over to Kouyou, face to face with him, the young man overcome, whimpered in pathetic desire. His lust was so great that he had forgotten his fear and stared at him.
“I should name you,” the monster said with a strangely cute cock of his head. “I’m going to make you my little pet and you’ll play me songs and cry and whimper and do that stupid thing with that weird mouth of yours…” He stared now at those trembling lips that Kouyou without realizing it constantly pushed together and pursed. The vampire couldn’t decide if it was extremely ugly or extremely cute.
“It hurts…” Kouyou shut his eyes tightly and buried his face once more.
“What hurts?”
“My penis. It hurts.”
He didn’t expect the idiot to say something like that. This was going to be better than he thought. Filling the room with his loud boisterous laughter, the monster nearly fell the floor. “Oh my goodness…wow...” Suddenly he sighed.
How long has it been since he was able to speak someone like this? He thought. How long has it been since he has occupied this ancient and filthy Akamizu, surrounded by the dreamlike filth and the ghostly women who came to him as if migrating to him, as if he were the sun. The moment they arrived they had already lost something of their being-what it was he couldn’t tell. They could barely speak. They could barely do anything. They were incapable save for the desire which burned hotly for him. They worshiped the physicality of his flesh, groped at him with their clawlike hands and longed to be drained by him. And he needed it. His hunger to eat, to drink overcame him until he finally killed his first one.
2 years? 3 years? 4? All of this, to him was still a great mystery but it didn’t fail to fill him with an anger so intense that he began to relish in the destruction of these women when before, their desire to be killed by him had left him in tears and confusion.
This was his fate. This is what he had become, a monster, a vampire. He was meant to kill and so he killed. He surrounded himself with the putrid spirit of death. It wasn’t beautiful like the poems said. It was a hideous thing and instead of running away from it, he stared at it face on, refusing to run away from the horror that he had become. He left the bodies out to rot; he didn’t care. They weren’t human anymore now and neither was he. They were mindless, hell bent on dying and if they wanted it so much, he gave it them.
But he knew the truth. He knew that there was something inside of him that had yet to change. And this something longed for the old existence he once knew.
Some days he could convince himself that he was always from hell. But one night-not too long ago, when the loneliness of his existence had become so unbearable, a thought crossed his mind that by living in this hellhole, he was trying to destroy the pestering human soul that still remained inside the body of a monster. But the idea of it only broke his heart, it was too sad of a realization and he couldn’t afford to feel the pain anymore and so he in a fierce impulse, entered the music room and smashed all of the guitars in a violent storm of fury. He had loved every single one of them and every single one of them he broke. With bloody hands, he smashed them, ripped them apart and threw them against one another.
Except for that last guitar. That old acoustic Martin.
Perhaps he was a truly a coward because he couldn’t bring himself to destroy it.
It was too beautiful.
Loneliness. He hadn’t laughed in so long. But now, this stupid boy comes stumbling up here.
He doesn’t know how weak you really are, the monster thought to himself. If you were smart, you would kill him then and there. It’s no use trying to speak again. It’s no use in laughing. It would only revive the soul you are trying to destroy.
You should kill him now. Rip out his throat.
“Who are you?” Kouyou muttered.
“Who I am doesn’t matter anymore,” the vampire replied. “It’s what I am.”
Shoving his hands downward, Kouyou pushed down on his erection and whimpering said “You’re a love demon, aren’t you?”
“You’re really funny you know that?” he smiled charmingly. “Love has nothing to do with me. I’m a monster, remember?”
“Lust?”
“Perhaps.”
“Are you going to kill me now?”
“Not tonight.”
“How are all these women here? What did you do to them?”
“I don’t know. They just come to me,” the vampire spoke in a soft voice. “But you’re the first one that has come intact.”
“Intact?”
“Yes. Their minds…something in the mind is broken.”
“…Maybe it’s their desire.”
“Maybe.”
Silence.
“Did you have sex with all of them?”
“I’m not sure. I never remember.” Why did it feel as if he were confessing something to this stranger? But he needed to speak. He needed to be asked these questions. Why, he wasn’t exactly sure but it felt good.
It felt like being human again.
“Can you make it stop, please…” Kouyou closed his eyes tightly and balled up. Rocking himself back and forth, he continued to whimper.
“Make what stop?”
“The lust…whatever it is…make it stop…please…I can’t…”
“You mean, make you stop wanting me? Sorry, I can’t. I don’t know how. I suppose that’s just my curse,” the vampire chuckled bitterly.
Suddenly and without warning, Kouyou pounced on top of him like a rapid animal. He wasn’t in his right mind. Pinning the monster’s arms above his head with one hand, he undid his kimono, tearing it off him in a fit of angry desire. The vampire taken aback by this relentless passion laid there and laughed, letting Kouyou hungrily kiss his neck and suckle his nipples in a frenzy. Undoing the fastening to his jeans, Kouyou pulled his pulsing erection out and rubbed it against the vampire’s. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly only to quickly ravage the vampire’s body with his mouth and tongue, kissing his throat, his chin, his forehead, all the while the monster laughed delightedly. Kouyou paused and breathed deeply and he stared down at the vampire’s face. For a moment, he didn’t move. He just looked at him.
The vampire watched him back, wondering what on earth this crazy man was thinking.
“You’re mine,” Kouyou said, sounding very much like a possessive child laying claim to a toy.
“You must be insane,” the vampire tried to say but Kouyou pressing his mouth against his, smothered out the words.
“You’re mine. All mine. Mine,” he laid short kisses all over his face. With a quick gesture, Kouyou spat on his hand and rubbed the spit across his penis and the vampire’s opening.
It was too thrilling to fight back. Even though he had never been touched by a man before the vampire had no intention of pushing Kouyou off him. Let him. Even when he was human, no one ever kissed him like this. The women didn’t. Everything with them was lust-but there was something different about Kouyou’s embraces. Perhaps it was because he still completely human that there was tenderness in the way he laid pecks all about his face and cried in desire. The women never cried but here this man was, whimpering like a fool as he rubbed his lips back and forth across him.
“I’m going inside of you, okay?” he muttered to him.
“You’re one crazy bastard,” The vampire closed his eyes and waited for it, waiting for the pain as the hard organ was forced inside.
“Ugh. You’re tight. You’re tight. You’re tight. I’m sorry if it hurts.”
“You idiot. Did you forget what you’re talking to?”
“Does a vampire feel pain?” Kouyou pressed his brow against his and gingerly cupped his face with his hand.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Pleasure?”
“Yes. Everything but love…”
“Love? Because you’re evil?”
The vampire shut his eyes tightly. “Yes.” He clenched his teeth and changing the subject said “You can fuck me as hard as you want. I deserve the punishment.”
Kouyou unable to control himself began to kiss him frantically again. “Did you really kill those women? Did you? I can’t imagine it.” He let out a sharp moan and began to fuck him faster, lifting up his legs and sitting up momentarily and throwing his head back. Looking back down at the vampire’s face, he reached forward and cupped it once more in his hand. “But you don’t seem like a monster at all…”
“Think again,” he closed his eyes. The pleasure of this man inside of him was one he never experienced before. The hard organ slipping in and out, in and out of his own body. The pressure of his waist against his, the fullness, the sound of his little high-pitched whimpers…
“You seem like just a man…”
“You think I was born this way?” He laughed bitterly, refusing to open his eyes and acknowledge anymore of Kouyou’s words.
Suddenly, he threw himself on top of the monster and before he plastered his mouth against his, Kouyou said quickly “I’m about to come.” Quickly, he rocked against him, moaning into the deep kiss he held until finally he came inside of him. “You’re beautiful and wonderful and you feel so good and you smell good even though you live in this place and even though you’re a vampire, you’re warm so warm and I want you again. I want you again,” Kouyou spoke so quickly, he seemed as if he had lost his mind but he hadn’t. It was just that his pleasure and joy was so intense, that at that moment, he lost all sense of reality. Throwing himself on the floor next to him, without fear, he held the vampire close and whispered into his ear. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. I don’t care if you killed those girls. You need to eat, right? You need to. Like a cat eats a bird, it’s just your nature. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.” He pressed his forehead against the vampire. “I don’t care if you eat me. I don’t care. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. But now, I feel so happy. Even the fear is better than nothing. I want you. I never really wanted anything so much, so much,” he pecked his ear quickly and then snuggled into his throat. “I don’t care. I don’t care.”
Poor man. He’s losing his mind, the vampire slowly turned and looked at him. “It’s just a spell, nothing more.”
Blankly, Kouyou replied “It’s better than nothing.”
“Uruha,” the vampire suddenly said.
“Huh?”
“Uruha. I’m going to call you, Uruha.”
“Why Uruha?”
“Because you have a beautiful face.”
Another kiss. Insane man.
“What’s your name?” Kouyou, now Uruha asked excitedly.
“Before, I used to be called Aoi-not by my parents though…”
“Aoi?”
“Mhm.”
He smiled at him, a wide generous childlike smile. “Aoi.”
“You know, Uruha, one day, I’m going to kill you.”
Still the smile. “I know.”
[A/N So the Vampire tale continues. I hope you are enjoying the insanity ^_- . Finally you get a little bit of Aoi's side in this chapter.]