Death in the Form of a Rose [1/5]
His legs moved up, knees raised to separate their bodies, to give space for breathing. Though the other’s lips still clung to him, he inhaled. Cool air moved into his nostrils to his lungs, giving him more vigor. He cupped the face of his mate and licked a portion of the lips, savoring the sweet flavor that sent tingles to the ends of his hair.
“You’re bad.” he grinned.
“The people in my past made me this way Kota…” Kei whispered to his mouth, dead seriousness in his voice.
“Miss Nakatsu, this is Inoo Kei. Kei-chan, this is Misss Nakatsu, she will be your new mother now.” The social worker introduced me to her like I was the best item she had for auction.
“Hi dear. I’m Maria. How are you?” her eyes were bright, like marbles. She looked so sweet and nice. I was twelve then.
I bowed. I didn’t want to stay in the orphanage anymore. I want a new family. Ever since my parents were killed in a car accident three years ago, I lived in that orphanage where I met a lot of good people.
“Let’s go. We still have to buy you stuff.” Mrs. Nakatsu said, pinching my cheeks like I was the most adorable thing in the world. I missed that feeling so much, the feeling of being special, of being loved.
I took one last look on the place I considered home for the past three years, whispering a soft thank you, hoping that the wind would take my words to my friends back there.
A month after she adopted me, she shed off her true colors. Every night, she would bring home a different guy. They would go upstairs and I would hear them moan from my room. I would cover my ears and cry. I never thought things could go from bad to worse. There was one time she brought home a really handsome guy. He was blonde and his lips were red. They started kissing in the living room while I was in the kitchen which was just adjacent to it. I silently crossed the room. He raised his head and eyed me while I held on the banister and made my way upstairs.
“W - Who is that, my love?” he said in a hard French accent.
Maria’s hands pulled his head back to her breasts saying, “Don’t mind him dear. He’s just this kid I got from the orphanage.”
I took silent steps up the floor before I heard him shout. “Boy! Come here.”
They exchanged looks and then Maria looked back at me like she just had the most brilliant idea in the world. “Come here Kei, don’t be afraid.” She used that tone she always had before sex.
I willed myself to go upstairs but the French man stood up, in his nakedness, and walked right up to me. He caught my hand and turned me so I could face him. He was about a foot higher than me up close that I had to look up.
“He’s beautiful dear.”
He pulled my hand closer to him, touching his flat belly. My hands were cold and shaking when he slowly traced it down his erection. I could feel his body shake as my little fingers touched the tip of his member. I tried pulling my hand away but his grip was stronger. I punched him in the gut with my other hand and kicked his knees with my foot but he seemed unfazed. He grinned and I could feel the hair at the back of my neck rise.
Maria walked over to us and wrapped her body behind the French man’s. She smothered his neck with kisses that her lipstick made red traces on his skin. Her hands groped his nipples as he licked her face with his sharp tongue. I was frozen from where I stood.
“Kei-chan… Don’t be afraid. It’s going to be fine. Vincent, do the honors dear.”
The French guy, Vincent, pointed his index finger on the base of my throat and slowly moved it down until he was at the collar of my shirt. He twirled it in his finger and slowly, I could hear my shirt being ripped. He smiled as he saw half of my body, naked in front of him. He removed my shirt and used it to tie my hands behind me to the base of the banister.
“W - What are you doing?!” I shouted, my voice an octave higher.
“Shhh… Hush Kei.” Maria hissed.
“Don’t move little child.” I could swear there was something more than maniacal in Vincent’s eyes, something evil. “My love, if you would allow me…”
“Sure dear.”
She moved away from him and sat on the floor, concentrating on Vincent's movements and my immobility. Vincent knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my hips. I could feel my pants slowly making their way to the floor. I tried kicking him but I couldn’t feel my feet. It was like I was crippled but I could see my legs clearly attached to the lower half of my body. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled in my throat. What was he doing to me? I asked myself.
My underwear went down next to my pants and I felt the coldness of Vincent’s hands on my body. He traced every inch of it like I was a piece of art. I struggled but still, nothing happened. Next to the coldness of his skin was the warmth of his mouth in my erection. Honestly, it made my head spin. I felt a new kind of intensity inside me that made my whole vision blurred.
He continued what he was doing until I felt myself burst inside him. My legs started to stiffen and then shook as my man fluid went into his mouth. I felt my legs again.
“He’s good?” Maria sounded like she was afraid that Vincent wouldn’t like me.
He nodded. “He is fresh. His blood calls for me.”
“W - What? How about me?”
He spat at her. “Your blood is as filthy as your past my dear. I couldn’t afford to have you in my bloodline.”
“W - What are you t - talking about?” I gasped.
“B - But I thought -” Maria objected but went silent when Vincent had his hand on her neck. “No…”
“You are nothing but a nuisance.”
I heard a crack before she fell on the floor. A new wave of coldness washed over me as I saw Maria dead on the floor. I looked away, tears suddenly falling on from my eyes.
“Sshhh… Don’t cry. I won’t hurt you.”
“Please don’t kill me.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you my precious child. Your blood is too pure to be left as it is.”
“W - What do you -?”
He placed his lips on the side of my neck and I fell silent. At first he was kissing me, I could feel the wetness of his mouth on my neck, his tongue swiping saliva on a large part of my skin. Then he opened his mouth and bit me. I didn’t feel a thing at first but then, a burning feeling surge into my body. It was as if hot water was poured into my blood vessels that I tried to knock him away from me. He didn’t budge, his mouth still stuck on my neck. I screeched like I was a banshee from a nightmare. I could feel my whole body burning. I pleaded him to stop, but he didn’t. Then darkness engulfed my vision.