..::ELEVEN::..

Warning: This chapter contains some graphic material.

"What are you doing here?"

Maka leaned in closer against the door, a little bit startled. Mifune's head twitched to the side as he stared over at her with his burning golden eyes. His body gave a sudden jerk forward and his arm darted out, snatching her wrist. She gasped as a shiver rippled along the skin of her arm, across her shoulder and towards her hardworking heart from where his hand held hold. His icy skin scalded hers and she tried to wrench her arm from his tightening grasp, but it was futile.

"Mifune?" she said, struggling to pull her arm free as his grip only became more constricting.

"I am sorry Maka, I am not entirely focused," he said, his voice oily and slick as he licked his lips. Maka heard him sniff as he took in her scent. Her mind begged for her volatile heart to calm as his face came closer to hers. He paused, staring down at her and she felt forced to stare back. The golden hues had all but disappeared; instead, they were now red glowing orbs within the darkness of the hall. Maka sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide. Mifune pulled her up against himself before stooping down and placing a hand on the back of her knees, buckling them. She collapsed into his waiting arms, and a second later, she felt the chilly air battering her cheeks as he escaped through her room and out the balcony doors, easily breaking the locks.

He jumped down from the second story effortlessly and then sprinted toward the dark forest. Maka looked over his shoulder as the vampire's home grew smaller and smaller in the distance. She closed her eyes as tears began to fall freely, and she screamed-a horrific, dreadful, spine-chilling scream that rang out into the night. But it was pointless. No one heard and no one came.

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Soul was mindlessly playing the piano as his mind raced with this all consuming thoughts.

Stupid girl. Stupid human girl.

Or better yet, stupid him for not killing her along with Viktor and his slayers. He then wouldn't be in the position he was in right now. The worry and panic that had settled down around the home was all his fault, and Japan's most fearsome vampires looked to him to fix the mess he had created. He hated it, but accepted it.

Ever since the dinner, Soul had toyed with the idea Ebion had given him; but the thought of being cordial towards the human made his stomach churn. He wished he could just end it all, one swift motion to the neck would do the trick, but it was too late for that. The threat that Spirit held over them was monumental.

Soul found himself rising from the piano and walking towards the double doors that lead out onto the back porch that overlooked the rolling hills behind the house. The moon was full and the cool breeze felt good against his skin. Soul closed his eyes as he leaned against the railing, feeling a small bit of peace from the turmoil that rolled around his mind.

But the peace wasn't held for long when a blood curdling scream broke through the silence.

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They had finally stopped moving, and something sharp caught the skin of Maka's cheek. Her eyes flew open, having kept them shut the entire time Mifune ran, to see him pulling his hand away with a trail of blood running down his curved finger. She winced when he slowly licked the blood away. Maka tried to raise her arm to press her hand against her cheek, but she was immobilized. She looked down and saw that Mifune had her pinned against the cool, damp ground with his legs. All feeling was gone from her body as he sat on top of her. Trying to blink back the tears that blurred her vision, Maka stared up past him towards the looming trees above, wishing to be free of this cruel and horrible world.

"Do you not wish to struggle?" Mifune questioned softly as he stared down at her. His smile widened and she clearly could see his sharp, white fangs, curved and lethal. His breaths were ragged and Maka held hers when he bent down to lick the blood from the cut on her cheek. She shut her eyes tightly as his tongue gradually slid from her cheek and down her jawline until it stopped at the base of her neck; he inhaled deeply, shuddering above her. Mifune slowly sat back up, a smirk still upon his lips. With his left hand he trailed his fingers slowly downward across her collarbone, over her small breasts, and down her stomach. Then his cool hand inched underneath her thin shirt and began trailing upward.

He shuddered again. "Fuck," he cooed smoothly, shutting his eyes. "You're smooth, untainted skin. . . I. . . I cannot wait any longer."

And without any further warning, Mifune scooped her up into his arms and the two flew through the forest in the blink of an eye. Maka barely had enough time to register a very familiar part of the forest, especially the ivy-coated stone building that flashed past them as they ran, before Mifune stopped running. He then quickly dropped her on the ground, her back colliding with the rough bark of a tree.

Mifune crouched down to her level, his devilish eyes glowing and unforgiving in the dark forest. "Time for some fun, don't you think?" he said as he leaned over and wiped her tears away. He then roughly grabbed her by her biceps pulling her to her feet, his nails puncturing into her soft skin, and thrusting her up against the tree.

"Don't touch me!" she shrieked, finally finding her voice.

"Ah, but why wouldn't I?" he asked, his voice sultry and dark. "It is my duty to ensure you die."

"NO!" she yelled, squirming underneath his grasp.

He chuckled and took a step back from her, his arms open wide. "Look around you, Maka. What do you see?" He paused for dramatic effect. "You can scream for help all you like, but you are miles away from anyone now. You will not be heard. You can try to run, but I will catch you. Or. . . you could just give into my power and accept that this pitiful life of yours is coming to an end." He walked back over to her, his fair hair falling down into his face as he continued. "Think about it Maka, what do you have to go back to? Your mortal life can never be reclaimed, and your future offers only sacrifice and betrayal. You have no choice, Maka Albarn, all you have left in your future is death."

Tears continued to stream down her cheeks and she pursed her lips, as she listened to him. Maybe he was right. She looked away to the mossy ground as his words tumbled around her mind. Mifune's slender hand cupped her cheek and he gently lifted her head so she could look him in the eyes. As he did before, Mifune used his other hand to wipe the falling tears away, but that small moment of tenderness vanished when his beaming red eyes narrowed into slits and a deep growled rumbled in his chest. He then seized a handful of her hair and roughly tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck as his body pressed harder up against hers, pushing her back harder into the tree.

"Get off me!" Maka yelled, scrabbling around, trying to push him off in any way possible. In a swift motion a slap connected against her cheek and she faltered in his grasp. The next thing she saw before she shut her eyes was Mifune's mouth opening wider, lips rolling back over his sharp teeth.

"No! P-please, no! Don't!" she whimpered softly against him, finally giving into his unwavering power.

"I have waited long enough," he whispered and then, without notice, bit down hard upon the tender skin of her neck.

She screamed, her shriek ringing out into the night, while pain, all-consuming pain, shot down her neck, stopping her heart, freezing her blood, and killing her mind of all rational thought. She could tell when he began to drain her of her lifeblood. Unhurriedly and savoring each mouthful, he drew drop after drop of blood from her failing body. Only after a few large pulls did Maka's vision began to waver, darkening to match the gloom of the forest. Her voice refused to work anymore, and her lungs burned as they were starved of oxygen. Her heart sputtered, fighting to pump the decreasing amount of blood to her vital organs. As quickly as he had started he stopped and pulled away from her wet neck. Her legs went weak and if it were not for the constant pressure of Mifune leaning onto her, she would have collapsed to the ground. She silently thanked the heavens above when he stopped.

"No, no, do not think I am done with you. . ." he said, his voice trailing off. He then slipped a hand up under her shirt and underneath her bra, cupping a cool hand around her breast. He slowly bent forward and licked away the trailing blood that was oozing from the bite on her neck, and Maka then felt his intentions become perfectly clear as something hard pressed up against her stomach.

"No," she pleaded again, shaking under him.

He ignored her and his tongue trailed up her jawline up to her ear and he took the lobe between his fang and lower lip. Mifune then removed his hand out from underneath her shirt and sliced a nail down the front of it, breaking her bra as well, leaving her exposed to the elements and to the vampire before her. He leaned back and stared down at her naked torso, a drip of blood running down his chin and he smiled.

Maka shrieked again when his claws dug deep into the flesh of her chest, slowly running them down the length of her torso, tearing her pale skin to shreds. She screamed. Death was what she had so desperately wanted the night Soul had captured her, but it came a little too late. She had wanted to go swiftly. Not like this. Mifune took a bloody hand and cupped one of her breast, fondling it, as the cuts oozed blood over his hand and her. He bent down and ran his tongue across her blood soaked breast.

"Your blood does taste sweet," he mocked, smiling up at her, but she couldn't answer as her vision became blurry and her head felt fuzzy.

All of a sudden she felt Mifune draw back and Maka held her breath, waiting for his next move. There was a ripping sound and she then felt the cool night air hit her upper thighs as he removed her shorts. He pressed himself back onto her body once more, and she felt something hard against her abdomen again, this time free from the pants that held it consumed earlier. Mifune then lifted her up off the ground and wrapped her tired legs around his hips. Maka's eyes flew open and terror filled her as she stared down into his dark, lustful eyes. Lowering a hand, Mifune ran it up inner thigh until he traced the outline of the slim underwear she was wearing and he slowly pulled them aside.

"Get off of her!" a harsh voice snarled in the dark shadows around them.

Abruptly, Mifune's body was ripped away from hers and she instantly crumpled to the ground.

"You will pay for this, Mifune! You'll burn, you bastard."

"Oh, Soul. Of all the people, I had not expected to see you here," Mifune's voice mocked.

Soul? Maka tried desperately to raise her head but the pounding migraine that began to form refused her from doing so, so she held her head against the ground, welcoming the coolness of it.

"She is under protection, you know that."

Mifune hissed back in response. Maka tried a second time to make out the two outlines before her, but the effort made her heart falter, so she closed her eyes again. She must have blacked out at some point because she didn't hear Mifune speak, but Soul answered his unspoken question.

"Do you want to test that?"

Silence and blackness swiftly took over her surroundings once more, but after a brief moment there was cool breath on her cheek and chilly fingers pressed the vein on her wrist. She tried to wince away, unsure of who was near.

"It's me. . ." Silence. And then," You've lost so much blood."

With effort, Maka pulled her eyes opened to catch a peak of tuft white hair and deep auburn eyes staring down at her. She watched as they ran up and down her exposed form, stopping to examine the torn flesh of her chest. Soul shrugged out his blazer and placed it around her before gently lifting her from the ground. It was then did she notice the true pain she was actually in. A rasping breath scratched her throat and her eyes snapped shut again as a shriek escaped. Maka shuddered against him from the pain and he held her tightly against his chest.

Cold air assaulted her skin as Soul ran with her in his arms. Within seconds-at least that's how long it felt to Maka-a door slammed shut behind them and the darkness behind her closed eyelids glowed orange. She knew where she was and for once she was actually happy to be there.

"Oh my god! I'll get Stein!" Maka heard someone say and then she quickly faded into the blackness.

.:AN:.
I just want to take a small bit of time to ramble. I am so excited about how well this story is doing and I am so happy for all the favs, follows, reviews, and hits it receives. If I could personally name each and every one of you guys I would, but that would take too long. -lol-
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