Already in the taxi. >.< I also has a partner project due today... e.e And a music test with the damn bass recorder. ;n; But I love bass recorders. I do love them. I really do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I d—
Beware. This chapter has slight sexual themes. ._. And I mean slight. I promise it won't be something heavy. No worries...? For those mature only. I don't want anybody making lewd comments on a small part of this. If you're uncomfortable, I'll mark the line that starts the next part of the chapter for you. .-. I'm giving a warning because I'm pissed from school. A bunch of numbuts made disgusting comments on the girls' breasts today. I'm also uncomfortable with some of the reactions I get whenever I'm on PiMD and make a mild sexual joke and such and such and such. .-. You have been warned. I have also put in some lovey dovey crap. A major personality turn as well. I don't advise you to read if you think it's cheesy... Of course, readers with only a sense of adventure wouldn't want to read this. Ahh. Sweet betrayal. ----- ???'s P.O.V ----- ~The Past~ "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" His breath was on my neck, the cool air hitting my heated skin... I was almost over the edge, too indulged in lust and passion to care. His arms were around my waist, caressing the skin of my outer thighs. "N-n-no..." "Really? Then why do you make the cutest noises whenever I do this...?" His lips crashed against mine, desperately trying to get me to comply. He was massaging my own lips with his, trying to get more than a simple moan out of me... It was rushed. His movements were jerky, his once loving comments now crude and full of malice... Those kisses quick were quick and had lost their passion... And his eyes... They covered up his true self. Stone cold and soul piercing, they were. I begged for him to secretly love me in return. I was merely a sex object in his eyes. Something to please him whenever he was stressed, whenever he needed a casual encounter, a feverish kissing session to satisfy his urges, just satisfying enough for him to leave with sick twisted ideas forming in his head. Oh, he was such a masochist. I was worse. I was a concubine willing to serve him, and he knew. He knew. That small space in his heart told him to respond to my feelings with his own words, to be honest. Yet in his mind, a world filled with doubts, told him to ignore everything and keep up our discrete affairs. To continue playing with my feelings selfishly, to satisfy him with the illusion of having more power over everybody. His superiority complex always got the better of him. His pride always coated his sense of direction... If not literal then fugitively speaking. *giggle* And yet, I'm still loving him like a desperate dog would to be accepted by its own owner. But aren't I cruel? To cut off his means of entertainment and amusement just for a sad pipe dream? For him to love me and see me as an equal in his eyes? No. I'm happy just where I am. A sad little concubine, desperate for affection with crushed hopes and dreams. That, is what I am. And will always be when it concerns him in my love life. "... I-... I can't..." Silence. "What do you mean you can't?" His knee's inbetween my legs. He's still panting, his husky breath smelled of cigarette and vodka. "... Were you... Were you out drinking again?" "Answer me. What do you mean you can't?!" Quiet sobs couldn't help but escape my lips. I didn't want to be merely his sex friend. I wanted to be selfish, I wanted more... But... It would kill me to want more than I already have, and to lie to myself. It's not healthy to delude yourself into believing you had a place in this pitiful world... No. It was worse, to tell yourself that you didn't want him right now, to make passionate love to you right at THAT EXACT MOMENT. "N-nothing..." "That's what I thought you said." With that, his lips captured mine again, his libido aching to be satisfied. And once again, I was caught between contradiction and lust... And it hurts me even more when those kisses mean nothing in reality. Just a sad, little excuse to believe he truly loved me. ----- I'm sorry, this is an extremely long update... Dx ----- ~The Present~ "Sad little vampire slayer... Remember those encounters we had? When I touched you intimately, when I kissed you feverishly, when you stripped willi—" "SHUT UP!" The blade was dangerously close to his esophagus, and I was enraged. I knew it. Never trust a man five years your senior. "My my! How much you've grown... How old are you now, darling? Eighteen, I presume!" "..." "Aren't you disgusted or shamed? Doing such naughty things with your teacher... Hmmm... You still want me, don't you? You want me touching you like this—" A split second later he was behind me, his hand groping my chest, kneading the soft material between his fingers. "Silk... You were always the fragile type." He nuzzled the crook of my neck, and I woke up from the shock. No longer paralyzed I jumped away from him and landed on my shins, the rough impact on the cement caused me to bleed from my flesh. "A-ah!" That wasn't the man I once knew... Vampiric features took over his humanly ones, as the scent of blood wafted through the air. Illusions appeared in my mind. It's always like this whenever a demon puts on a hex on me. For some reason, only me. "Your blood always smelled of fresh fruit, Evangeline... Always... It only reminds me of how much I wanted to taste you." I could see him... See him bare those sharp needle-like fangs... Look at me with his ghastly face... Hiss like a demon... Bring those damned claws to my face... Rake my skin, and let the blood drip onto the pavement. It all happened in slow motion. When the nails took contact with my flesh, I instinctively jumped back again, this time landing perfectly on my feet. I clutched my cheek, grimacing from the pain. I began to feel the poison seeping into my bloodstream. "Well, darling? Your last words?" His haughty laugh disgusted me. I spat on the cement, watching as it mixed with my own blood. "As a matter of fact, I DO!" My voice wasn't my own. I carries on, oblivious to what I said. "Shut up with those words spewing out of your filthy mouth, Lance! You left me! You left me fucking dying in an alley, bleeding my ass off! Doctors had to give me fifteen stitches! I was waiting by the bed, wondering if you were going to visit, even if a part of me KNEW you fucking did it! I REFUSED TO BELIEVE BECAUSE I LOVED YOU! You're filthy! You're disgusting! I DON'T KNOW YOU, AND I WISH I NEVER—" It was rage. Pure rage. Of course it was rage. How silly of myself to believe it was something like a confession of sorts... 'But it is. It's the first time in years he's heard you say those words. First time since the affairs began.'[/b] Realization struck. My mouth had began sprouting out words by itself, and I watched. I relished the bewilderded expression on his face, almost drinking into it as if it'll be the last time I ever humiliate him. "... Even after that?" I ignored the pain and my now swollen cheek. I nodded, hissing and biting my lip. I was battered and bruised, clutching my body with my hands, a vaguely familiar memory passing through me as I did so. ... It was how I held myself whenever we were done with our sessions. He'd drop me and leave the classroom where we did all those things, and leave me lying on the floor against the counter, crying and holding my arms as if I was violated. He seemed to remember it too. Advancing like a predator about to kill his prey, I felt vulnerable. I was full of doubts like the time I was at the hospital. I hunched my back, cowering away from him. I whimpered like a dog! What happened to me? What happened to the bloody avenger who sought revenge? What... Happened to my perfect façade? ---- LALALALA LA I AM DISCO CHLOEEEEE~ Yesh. Done with that crap. :3 ---- He was above me. Looking down at me. It was like time froze. I expected him to accuse me of lying, to say it was blasphemy. I expected claws to come out and scratch at me again. I expected... Cold murder. But no, he wasn't like that, was he? ---- Lance's P.O.V. ---- Hell... Evangeline's legs were bleeding like hell. "Dear God, sweetie, breathe in... You're tense..." What was I? Her teacher? No. Not anymore. My hand was on her leg. Did I really expect her to reply? She was clutching her precious china doll face, truly afraid of me. "Sweetie... Breathe... Trust me on th—" "Did you just say 'God'? Heaven forbid you're still human, Lance... And you... Scared the shit out of me! What a dramatic 180° turn of your personality!" She was laughing... Really laughing. I just sat staring. I didn't even know how to react. ---- Evangeline's P.O.V. ---- He said God. He called me sweety. It was like high school all over again... ---Flashback--- "Dear God, sweetie... Breathe in... You're tense." "You just noticed?" We both laughed. He was checking me up, a replacement for the school nurse for today. Examining my legs, the ones without those scars. "You have beautiful slender legs, Evangeline. I'm curious as to why you always hide them with those brown stockings you wear." "I'm just insecure about them, that's all." I didn't let him check on my legs that time. I didn't. I had a birthmark that took the shape or a raven on my leg, which was later known to be the sign of Demon Slayers... "You shouldn't be." ---- "I love you." After my hysterical laughing of joy, did he finally utter those three words. "Yeah, well, and I thought you were going to kill me after you clawed my skin. I'm not doubting but it's suspicious, don't you think?" And now he was the one who tensed. "I'm joking, silly." ---- Lance's P.O.V. ---- "I'm joking, silly." I breathed in a sigh of relief. "And... Hey... What's that?" "What took you so long, Lance? I asked you to finish the Heart's daughter, was it that much of a pain to do so?" "Pardon my tardiness, James. As you can see, Heart won't relent." "Oh please. You were always a softy for words sang by a pretty lady..." "I figured you'd like to deal the last blow." "Yes. I would." I stepped out of the way and watched the horrific expression written on her face, from smitten to terrified... "And I'd like to do THIS, as well!" I wasn't quick enough. Dodging attacks wasn't my forte... I gave a sickening laugh before dropping dead onto my side, the scorpion tail James had stung me, impaling me on the cold iron surface. ---- Yay. It seems fake ass cliché. I'll write the chilling boner raising part of this... Er... Arc. Later. .-.