Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Rurouni Kenshin.

Being the Target

By: LilBlueFairy

A couple of days ago, if you would have asked me if I believed in vampires, I would have said no, but I would silently be thinking, Dear God, if they are real please don't have let one have heard me and try to suck my blood. I really need to by a cross necklace.

So as you can see, I wasn't a firm believer but cautious anyway. Well I was about to be shown the light, or the darkness in a vampire's case, and confirm my unsaid fears.

It all started three days ago, the rainy days of April were fading and the heat of summer was slowly making its way here. I had just Aced my calculus exam at KU (Kyoto University) and was in high spirits. I called up Misao, my cousin and best friend, and decided to go have a nice little treat at the ice cream parlor about three blocks away from my apartment.

There we indulged in the sweet frozen cream and talked about everything, well mostly guys in Misao's case. Shewouldn't stop babbling aboutthis cute guy from her grammar and composition class. Apparently, she was planning on bring him by the Tsukikage, the club that I worked at as a bartender,to see if I approved or not.

Well after our quick treat I made my way homeandthe afternoon seemed to fly by.Before I knew it, I was at work in the customary dark blue vest with a white blouse underneath and my classy black pants.

I walked in at 8:30 and began my usually routine. Isaid a brief hello to the bouncers stationed at the front of the club,checked to amount of drinks I had,made sure that the glasses were clean, and loosed up my musclesbefore the crowd started to appear At first it was light but it really began to pick up around 10:30.

I soon fell into my habit of ignoring the pricks that said they would pay a little more if I served them something 'extra', the groping drunks, and the loud thumping music that would go on for hours. So lost in my daily routine was I, that I almost missed Misao and her latest squeeze.

The guy was a little tall, had brown hair and brown eyes. He gave a small smile, but his eyes had a dull quality to them that drastically contrasted with Misao's sparkling ones. Why does she always pick boring men? I though with an exsaperated sign. His personality was just too weak to keep up with Misao, and I began to feel sorry for the guy. He was in for a long night.

After they disappeared, I went back to my normal routine until about 12:30, because little did I know but I was about to meet the creep who would screw up my life.

I was doing my usual bar tricks that I did to make the drinks. You know, the basic tossing and catching of large bottles, performing unique twists and turns to make the drink mix just right, or some of my other favorites that required agility and grace that I achieved while I studied kendo and lived with my dad in our cozy dojo.

Whendad was alive, I would practice religiously. In fact I became so good that Iachievedthe position ofassistant instructor.I held that title with honor and I practiced with pride everyday, well at least till the daymy dad died.

I was at the young, ripe age of 17,when my dad's broken heartstopped trying. My mother had died from breast cancer when I was 13 and myDad slowly started to lose touch with reality. He only stayed with the world of the living for me, but even then I knew my time with him was short.

A small lump in my throat caught and a small tear stayed hidden in my eye,making me awake from my thoughts. Sorry, I got off topic again. I tend to do that often, especially when I drink coffee. I had a cup or two before I started, but I knew by the end of my job that number would increase to about 10 or 12.

Speaking of coffee, I needed a cup right about then. It was getting close to midnight and my hard study sessions from the past couple of days had caught up with me. I still had a few more exams to take before this semester of college would be finished with me. I mentally groaned and began making a list in my head to keep track of what courses I would need to take care of. Let's see. I still have that stupid history core class, followed up by my basic English class, and then that advanced geometry class...

There I go again! Dang it Kaoru! Keep it together.

Anyway, I was working hard, trying to forget my annoying thoughts of college,and avoiding roaming hands as usual, and then this one punk decides to get behind the bar and get fresh. So I have to stop everything and turn my attention to this jerk who is as drunk as the resident drunk, Hiko, which is pretty hard to achieve.

The guy, who has brown eyes, with slicked back blonde hair, and your typical pervert, invades my bubble making me back up into the edge of the bar. I really wanted let this guy have it but I had to wait till he touched me first.

Stupid company policy.

His breath smelled of dead fish and vodka, not my favorite combination. But my thoughts were interrupted as I felt a pair of eyes on me, which isn't new since people look at me all the time to ask for their drink, but this pair had a weird vibe to them. So I glance over and see the most gorgeous pair of eyes I've ever seen.

They were amber, literally amber. It was as if the guy had captured the sun and put it in his eyes. Then I began to notice all of him, he had dainty but powerful features. Some would almost call him girly if it weren't for the fact that he looked like he would kill you in a second if you said anything. His hair was almost as impressive as his eyes. Blood red is what I would call the color and it shined like silk. My fingers began to twitch, just begging to run though his luscious mane, but my thoughts were cut of as I felt the sleazebag in front of me finally touch me.

His hand grabbed my arm roughly and he began to whisper in my ear, the warm breath crawling over my ear as if someone had put a bunch of spiders on it.

"How would you like to be my next meal, babe?"

I hated it when people called me pet names. My ki rose with my anger and the blonde jerk let go of my arm in shock but quickly replaced it with a rougher grip and a small ugly grin grew across his face. "Forget being my meal, baby, you can be my mate."

But I barely registered what he said, because I shifted into my fighter stance and quickly knocked him out with a hard blow between the eyes and flipped him over my back onto other side of the bar.

I looked at all the drunks and customers staring at me, which included the red-head, and my face flamed with embarrassment and anger. Pushing back my embarrassment, I quickly growled out for everyone to hear, "If anyone dares to cross my bar again, I will personally see that you will be taught a very painful lesson." My eyes shifted from one end of the bar to the other and I barked out, "Is that clear?"

Everyone, except the red-head -which I'm sure is dyed because that just can't be natural- shook their heads with fearful agreement. I smiled, happy that they got the message and cheerfully said, "Good!"

I heard some wisecracks about me being crazy but a quick, cold glare silenced them quickly. I didn't really like having to beat people up but if I was going to be a math teacher for Jr. High kids, then I needed to be tough! Well not that tough, but you get the point.

So I go back to my business, the lazy good-for-nothing bouncer comes by and picks up the prick that I knocked out to throw him out, and life is back to normal, well except for that annoying but gorgeous stare coming from the dyed-hair guy.

The vein above my right eye begins to tick with barely restrained frustration. Stop looking at me, creep! I shouted out mentally but to my surprise the guy smirks with amusement and starts heading toward my bar. So I put on my best fake smile and ask the usual and clichÈ phrase of, "What can I get you, sir?"

So help me God, if he says you, then I'll go crazy!

The guy's bright eyes light up again with amusement, but never really smiles. In fact, he does kind of have a dark feel around him.

"Do you serve wine here?" He asks with the deepest, sexiest voice I have ever heard in my life. But I'm not some kind of floozy, who melts at merely a voice and I smile and say, "Y-yes but we only have a small collection and it's a bit pricy." Dang, I hate it when I stutter!

The smirk on his pretty face seems to grow and he says, "That's fine, I would like a glass of Beau Noir."

Serving the drink with a grace and swiftness that I never knew possible for me, I handed him the drink and told him the total. But the guy ends up giving me 3,000 yen over. "Um sir, you've paid to much." I regretfully tell him.

Dang me and my soft heart.

"Keep it," he says with a haughty smirk and walks off.

My blood began to rise and I saw red as I stared at his back, I sneered at him and grumbled, "Show off."

Look at me I have fake hair and tons of money, let see if I can show off how poor she is, I thought as I glared as his head but then something really weird happened.

He turned around and smirked at me, showing off a nice pearly white fang, but it wasn't the fang that got me, it was the red eyes that glared back playfully. Didn't his eyes used to be amber? But I didn't have a chance to see because he disappeared into the crowd.

Well, that's great and dandy like sour candy, but I've got work to do. And I set back to work.

The red eyes and fang didn't really bother me since I figured he was just one of those weird types and I would probably never see him again. So I set back to work and ended my shift around 4:00. Sure it was late, but the pay was great.

I said bye to Hiko, who wanted another drink, and my manager and strode out of there ready to go home and go to bed.

I made it about a block before I noticed something, or someone, following me. So like anyone else would do I increased my pace hoping that they would turn off at some point. No such luck, they kept following me.

I was about to get really freaked out but then a heard a short yell from the alley next to me. It was next to a streetlight so I could see fairly well and noticed some guy was necking this brunette. The brunette looked happy to me but something about this just didn't feel right. So I gathered up my wits and dignity and interrupted the little make out session. But what I saw would remain with me the rest of my life.

Crimson blood was pouring from the girl's slender neck and she looked like she was about to collapse from blood loss, the guy who did the vicious necking was the perv from before. "Hey, what's going on here?" I yelled angrily. If you didn't notice, I have a short temper but it really gets me hot is when I see some guy attacking a poor defenseless girl.

"Ah, its my future mate. How nice of you to come and see me," he said creepily. His fangs, stained with blood, were long and overlapping his bottom lip. I swore his nails were too long and pointed to be normal and his features seemed more drastic and sharp.

OK, this has got to be some type of nightmare. This doesn't happen in real life! Just in those horror movies. And damn it! I'm not Buffy!

I usually don't curse but when pressed into a tense situation, I can usually make a sailor feel uncomfortable.

I grabbed a nearby wooden crate and broke off one of the boards. It wasn't too bad for a make-shift bokken. I dropped my purse and settled into the familiar position of a fighter. The creepy force that had followed me gave a spark of surprise. I don't know how I knew that but I didn't have time to think about it as the perverted vampire tried to attack me.

It was kind of sad at how bad at fighting he was. Sure he had a lot of strength, speed, and great senses but they didn't mean anything if he didn't know how to use them. As he charged at me with inhuman speed -Surprise there- I swiftly dodged his clumsy attack and quickly dealt a sharp hit to the back of his head, successfully knocking out the weak vamp.

A heard a shaky deep breath taken behind me and turned around to see teardrops fall from the brunette's eyes. The girl had lost to much blood and was slowly dying.

I slowly stumbled to the young woman who had barely lived her life. I gazed into her pale green eyes and saw the innocent fear of death fill her eyes. I could tell she was thinking of what she could have done with her life as a regretful smile made its way to her small pale lips.

I mourned for her and a couple of tears trickled down my face. Her life was cut so short. I promise to never take life for granted ever again, I promised myself as I watched the life ebb away from her.

Suddenly I heard a shuffle and turned around, the blonde vamp had gotten back up and was flying towards me and I was vulnerable. I had dropped my 'bokken' to check the girl and I didn't have enough time to reach for it. So I merely closed my eyes and faced death just like the girl behind me.

Of course, it never came. It's like love or surprises, it never happens when you expect it.

I cracked one of my blue eyes open to see something I really-I mean really-didn't want to see. A clawed hand was holding the still-beating heart of the vampire out of his chest where he could see it. Black, sluggish blood slowly made its way down the vamp's chest and the vampire looked down as smile crazy smile lit his features. He looked back at me with the creepy grin and thenpromptly turned to dust.

When the dust cleared, there was the red-headed stranger with the amber eyes staring straight at me. His eyes held no emotion and his mouth was a set line. I quickly grabbed my bokken and stood in a defensive stance. Of course I could never beat him, I could tell by how he held himself and his aura.

Yep, I was screwed but that didn't stop me from trying. If I was going to die, I was going to die fighting, the traditional Kamiya style.

My face tensed and my eyes glowed with defiance.

The dye job looked me over and then focused on my eyes. He gave a small nod to himself and relaxed his body, as if to insult me. I gave a small growl of anger and his lips curved into that annoying little trademark of his.

The creep had the nerve to smirk! Jerk. His eyes seemed to glow and twinkle with dark enjoyment before he disappeared.

I looked all round me but couldn't find him, so I steadied myself and felt for something out of the ordinary. A shock in the air to my right told me where he was and I aimed in that direction but he was to fast and came up behind me. His arms were like steel bands and they wrapped around my arms so I couldn't move.

I struggled with all my might and tried everything to knock him off but he was like a rock and I was unable to move him. His head buried its self in my hair and I could practically feel the smirk against my neck. Damn him and his smirks!

I could feel the cruel amusement come off of him in waves. He began to nuzzle my neck and I began to panic. Crap. I'm being molested by a deadly killer and the worse part about it is that I like it! But of course I would never admit to that but the Vamp gave a deep chuckle anyway. Wait a minute! Can't vampires read minds?

"Yes, we can." The creep said with his -unbelievable- sexy voice, and then went back to giving my neck attention. It was fine when he was nuzzling but the nuzzling soon became licking, which made my legs give out. I'm so ashamed! If this creep ever lets me go he'll regret it!

"Indeed, I will. You certainly are tasty, my pet."

"WHAT!" Anger flooded my veins and I began to see red.

"Calm down, pet." The amber-eyed man said behind me with a little nip.

I began to gasp as a bit of blood came out of my neck, which quickly drew the vampire's attentionaway from my anger to my neck. He began to suck slowly, not piercing me with his fangs yet. Although he was sure to make them evident as he lightly scraped my neck with them.

An aroused moan came from my lips and I felt his lips give a small grin. Wait a minute! I'm not some toy to play around with! I'm Kaoru Kamiya and I will not give in easily!

With this thought, a strong surge of strength filled my being and I quickly stomped on the vamp's foot and yanked with all my might out of his arms.

As I got out of his hold, I turned myself to look at him. He gave one of those annoying smirks again before disappearing out of sight, but this time he left for good.

I looked down at the now dead girl, and shook my head solemnly. I silently searched in the shadows for my discarded purse, my mind on auto-pilot.

I found it and its contents dumped on the cold, wet concrete behind a small trashcan. I checked my wallet, noticing that nothing had been taken because there was nothing to take, and picked up my old, beaten Nokia. I sighed with tired grimace and collected my items into my purse before I phoned the police.

This night was eventful, I sarcastically stated in my mind as I leaned against the nearby dumpster.

Indeed, it was, came a familiar dark and sexy voice. It seemed to echo throughout my mind and make its way down to my toes, causing goose bumps to sprout and decorate my already chilled skin.

I glaced around my surroundings, but I knew he wasn't there. I hugged myself andgave a quick shiveras I waited for the police to arrive.

Ok, so that event taught me something. I need to really live it up and stop wasting my life because you never know if some red-haired creep is just going to swoop down and suck you dry like his favorite strawberry milkshake.

So to set off my new lifestyle I decided to start with something that has been a small annoyance in my life for a long time. I was going to improve my dental hygiene.

Don't give me that look. What did you expect me to do? Go out and club all night and wake up with a hangover and puke all over myself? I'm sorry but did somebody forget that I was the bartender at that club and saw how people turned into saps over that addicting beverage.

Yeah, definitely not me. Besides, I'm a firm believer in baby steps! Like that movie What about Bob? That's a great, movie. Bill Murray did an awesome jo-

Hold on! I was talking about something else. Hmmm, crap I hate it when I do this. Oh yeah! New lifestyle and Listerine!

Reason why I choose Listerine: it's a great baby step and besides I really hate that grimy feeling in the morning! To wake up every morning with that slimy plague all in your mouth trying to take over and turn your mouth into an infested war zone that would make a bus driver feel proud, well it's definitely not for me.

So the next day I recovered from my nightmare on the random street. After my recovered, which was the next day after that, I made my my way home - which was vampire free! -and made a quick stop to buy some Listerine (heard it was just like flossing) and buy my sweet secret addiction of peach rings. You know the chewy sugary rings that send your mind into a happy little spin? Oh yeah. I love those things. Curl me up into my big (but a little bumpy) couch, play my favorite movie, The Mummy (with the heroic Brendan Fraser), and feed me those little heavenly pieces of joy and I'm yours. I'm like a big cuddly kitten after that.

I mean who wouldn't be with that combination! Especially the movie, I know its got some cheesy effects if you really look into it and that sometimes you wondered why they just didn't keep the stupid cat with the Americans the whole time, butbesides that I have to say the romance and action kick butt. So sue me, when I see Brendan and Rachel Weisz together it just makes my little old heart melt. Plus not to menti-

Oh crap.

While I was getting off track with Brendan Fraser, who I think is really cute except for that little spot on his nose, but I mean if you look at the whole package-

KAROU! Focus!

I should never drink coffee after work ever again. It apparently turns me into some A.D.D. person and that's not good when some creep is trying to stalk you.

With that thought, a slithering sensation settled at the bottom of my spine. The creepy vibes told me that something wasn't right with the unknown stalker, maybe it was a serial killer!

Well, that sucks.

I can see already on the news, "A dead A.D.D. girl was found this morning clutching a bag of peach rings, apparently it's the work of a new serial killer. More news later on…"

Wait a minute, sure I believe those morons would think my peach rings was the work of a killer but I certainly wouldn't be on the news. This is Kyoto for crying out loud. We're the seventh largest city in Japan and I doubt that they do random killings on the news.

Hey! While I was rambling, I was able to make it to my apartment building, it's just up ahead.

With the creepy feeling becoming more intense, I began to increase my pace slowly so hopefully the stalker wouldn't notice.

Knots formed in my stomach and fear started to cloud my mind. A coldsweat formed on my palms and my brow. Hold yourself together, Kaoru!

I began to take deeper breaths, just like if I was back at my dad's old dojo. His training began to sharpen my mind and my senses. I suddenly felt a quick jolt in the air and lightning shot up my spine. This was definitely not part of dad's training.

But I didn't have enough time to focus on that though as I jumped into the alley to the right of my apartment building. A clink was heard as something metal connect with the sidewalk where I had just stood.

Oh Shi-

A heavy and familiar chuckle filled the air. Its low resonance seemed to pass right through me, leaving me shivering from the strangely alluring feeling. "Nice little girls like you shouldn't use such language."

What? Oh damn! It's that vampire with the dye job again!

"Such language is very unbecoming on a young lady such as yourself." His blade that had nearly sliced me in half rejoined with its sheath at his left hip, as he began his slow, dramatic walk towards me. "Maybe, I should teach you a lesson." He said with a dark tone.

What was with the slow walk? Why do all the bad guys do that? Can't they be original for once! Also, it is a he right? He does look kind of girly, though. With his flaming dye job and-

My thoughts were cut off as the once dramatic bloodsucker disappeared from my view, but I didn't lose him for long.I, Kaoru Kamiya, was on top of things. Especially when a cold hand wrapped around my throat and a steel band, or an arm, wrapped around my waist.

"That wasn't very nice, pet." His warm breath drifted over my ear making me realize the seriousness of my situation. But for a cold guy, he or she had really warm breath. At least its not bad breath, then that would be really gross and I would have to give her or him my Listerine, thus leading to vampire germs all over it and that is definitely not acceptable.

Sometimes, I really hated my lack of concentration.

"One thing you should know, pet," he bit out the word 'pet' harshly proving his anger, but the tightening of his grip on my throat and waist also might have helped send the message. "Is that vampire germs are far more desirable than your pathetic human ones. And the next thing is…" He shifted me against him as I felt something poking me in my lower back.

Dang it! It must behis stupid sword hilt! I had to speak up against this, he can scare the wits out of me, but he is going to do it comfortably. "Hey buddy, move your sword hilt! It's getting on my nerves." I grumbled as I tried to move away from the offending object.

Suddenly the vamp behind me began to chuckle deeply but it soon escalated into a full out round of laughter, which didn't sound too bad, it fact would be extremely enjoyable if he wasn't some evil, blood-sucking stalker.

His laughing at me made me very, very unhappy. My teeth were clenched just like my hands and I was afraid that I was about to draw blood at how tight I was fisting them. Oh, he was going to pay. No one came out unscathed with an angry Kaoru.

After his little laughing session, he dug his sword hilt deeper into my back and said with a mischievous smirk thatI could practically feel growing. "That's no sword, pet. Unless you plan on being the sheath."

Fu-

"Now what did I say about language?" He murmured as he began to nuzzle my neck.

"Sorry, daddy," I growled out sarcastically. For that comment, I was instantly snapped around to face him and shoved against the brick wall of my apartment causing my head to snap back and meet the brick personally. Thank God, I had a hardhead.

The dye-job held my limp body against the wall with his own and smirked at my loss of sense when my head whacked the wall. His hands began to undo my raven locks from the normal pony-tail I had it in. His amber eyes glowed as he stared deep into my eyes. "I'm definitely not your daddy, little one."

With that said, the jerk began to violate my mouth pleasurably as one of his hands dug itself into my loose hair. The other held my hip, tighening when I tried to move away.

I found myself losing all resistance as his fangs grazed my mouth, but I wasn't weak. I wasn't seduced so easily!

Kaoru! You aren't supposed to like this! Snap out of it girl! My eyes flew open and that dye-job began to chuckle again! What does he think I am? A clown?

Placing small kisses at the corners of my mouth, his fangs grazed my bottom lip again and my traitorous body shivered. "My dear little pet, I believe that you are enjoying this." As he spoke his skilled lips rubbed against mine.

Stop reading my mind you… you butthead! I yelled mentally, I had a powerful set of lungs to begin with but hopefully they would work on him and give him a headache just like the one I had.

His face winched a bit but then he began laughing again. "Butthead? My dear, aren't you creative?"

"Shut up! You parasite!" I snapped back angrily. Just because I don't like to curse much doesn't mean that you have to- But my thoughts came to a halt as the more evil side of him came back, apparently my last insult worked.

His eyes began to glow a violent red and his once sexy fangs elongated into vicious daggers.

Ha! How bout that one! I boasted in my mind, I had finally got to him. Inside I was doing a little victory dance since my real body was inconveniently pressed against a brick wall. Darn inconveniences.

"That last little comment sounded a little sarcastic to me, did it not pet?" the creep said as he pressed further on me.

I began to squirm to see if I could escape or not, believe or not I was really tired and just wanted to go to bed. Now if only the dye-job would let me go…

As I began squirming, the blood sucker pressed his hips further into mine and gave me a hungry look. "I believe that you should stop that right now, pet. Or else we will become a lot more intimate than you had planned."

Creep! I didn't plan on doing anything intimate with that dye-job! But the way he was pressed into me sent fear and arousal into my already confused body. I quickly stopped struggling as he had asked and then suddenly thought of something. If he can read my mind then why…..

Now, this is where I love my tendancy to get off topic.

I began to laugh, and I mean I really laugh. I laughed like the time when Misao got those straws stuck up in her nose, which had only happened last week. See what happened was, I was really down about my upcoming exams and she decided to make me happy again by talking about the good old days when we got away with stupid stuff like sticking stuff up our noses. So she decided to try it out aga-

I was snapped out of my happy little world by a low growling. I looked up into the vamp's eyes and saw that they had turned into a darker crimson red. Way to go, Kaoru.

"And what is so funny, my pet?" he growled out as he began to crush my body further into the wall. I began to heave at the lack of oxygen, which distracted the sexy pervert as he glanced down. I quickly pushed him back. He didn't go far, but enough for me to breath.

"Pervert!" I yelled at him, which brought his eyes back to my face. "I was laughing at the fact, that while you can read my mind - which is cheating! - You haven't protest to the fact your hair has been dyed! I'm sorry but for a serious deadly killer (which I said a little too sarcastically) you must really dress to impress."

Now that I look back on that, I can honestly say that was a stupid move. Really stupid.

His now clawed hands broke into the brick behind me and his deadly fangs glinted angrily in the small light proved from a nearby streetlight. Again, way to go, Kaoru.

His face lowered to mine and said in that deep baritone of his, "Its all natural. And I mean everything." The way he stressed everything told me that it was a sexual reference but when he slammed his mouth against mine causing my lip to bleed, it was confirmed.

Being that he was a vampire, my bloody lip must have seemed like a lollipop or something because he began to suck on it like a cherry flavored blow-pop. When it began to stop bleeding, his new goal seemed to invade my mouth, which I have to say I really didn't protest. After a couple of nips on my lips - Hey, that rhymed! Go me! - his tongue dived into my mouth.

Yep, he had definitely invaded my personal little bubble.

His hands that had been in the brick had suddenly found their way to my hips, where one stayed and pressed me against his hard form and the other had decided to become an explorer. When the explorer had come to sacred grounds, I knew I had to get out of there.

I had never been a great actress, but I apparently played the part of a slut really well. I made my hands run over his 'gross' body, then allowed, I mean forced!, them to make their way to his scalp. Where I undid his hair and let one hand run through it while the other one kept close to his head making sure he was always near my mouth and not my neck.

But -Oh my gosh!- his hair. It's not right that a man should have better hair than me. It was like a fire of silk. If he was a normal guy that didn't look at me as his next meal, then I would have been all over him, just for his hair and I'm not that kind of girl normally.

While my hands had their fun, I concentrated on sucking his tongue into my mouth and playing with it. I cracked my eyes open to see that his amber orbs were hidden.

A groan emerged from him has a I lightly scratched his scalp and sucked on his tongue. I began to swell with pride that I had this kind of hold on a man, but quickly squelched it has his hands began to have their fun and his hips started to grind against mine.

As much as I tried to fight it, a small groan made its way past my lips, but the vamp was far to into it to even boast. But the groan was a blow to me and I decided to stop this once and for all.

I sucked on his tongue really hard and then bit into it as hard as I could, letting a small, slow, sluggish amount of syrupy blood fill my mouth, but I didn't have time for that I swallowed quickly and then slammed my poor, already abused head into his. Thus, knocking him back enough for me to knee him in his 'sword.'

Then I booked it. I didn't look back to see if he had fallen, but from the small, almost silent, pain-filled whimper I heard I figured my goal had been accomplished.

I grabbed my precious bag of Listerine and peach rings and high-tailed into the building. I ran up the narrow staircase and rushed into my room and slammed my door with a big bang and proceeded to lock it up tight.

After I felt that the door was secure enough, I slid down the door with weak legs. This really wasn't my night.

After a few reassuring breaths, I slowly got up and walked sluggishly to my kitchen counter and dropped my bag as the reality came down upon me. I can't I believe I just made out with a vampire, seduced him, then kneed him. This is definitely going to come back and haunt me.

Yes, it will. Spoke a dark and furious voice in my head. Crap, I hated when he did that!

Sick to my stomach, I grabbed a sprite to help calm it when I realized I had a funny, coppery taste in my mouth.

Oh! Shi-

The dark voice filled my head again as it tsked, What have I told you, my little pet?

I quickly came up with a very long list of words that would even make that creepy blood-sucker blush. After I had finished a dark chuckled filled my head. And you kiss your mother with that mouth?

I began to growl and thought with barely constrained anger, Those words seem pure compared to was it was like kissing you! And besides, it was a lousy kiss anyway.

Soon I felt a cold shiver run along my spine. I really shouldn't have said that.

Yes, I'm sure it was. Perhaps I should show you otherwise. The tone of the voice reminded me that I was dealing with something not natural and I quickly tried to retrace my steps.

N-No, thanks! I'm fine! I managed to think while I headed to the bathroom with my Listerine bottle in hand.

I must insist.

After that freaky comment, I felt him leave my mind. I mean I actually felt him. Yep, this was definitely weird, but baby steps remember! First we have to get that icky taste out of my mouth.

I walked into the clean little blue bathroom of mine and glanced at my ruffled appearance. It looked like I had been thoroughly ravished and, well, I had been. My tired azure eyes complimented the bathroom and my midnight hair seemed to have a blue tint to it in the light. My lips were now bruised and rosy red and my cheeks were still flushed, which complimented with my alabaster skin.

Giving a quick sigh, I took a swig of the bluish liquid in the Listerine bottle and began to swish it around in my mouth. The taste began to dissolve and I felt my mouth becoming clean. It was good, for about 5 seconds. Then my mouth began to burn with the pain that you can only achieve at a dentist's office without pain medication. I tried to make it, but the evil liquid won and I quickly spit it out of my mouth into the sink below.

Thinking that the pain would stop, I grinned to myself and then realized the pain wasn't going away! It fact it was getting worse!

Just like flossing my ass! I thought as a sucked air through my teeth. I quickly went into my room while waving my hands around like fans for my teeth. In my panicked, pain-filled mind, I figured the farther away I was from the bottle the less it hurt. Yeah, right. I'm a moron.

I walked into my bedroom, sucking air through my teeth looking like a freak show and low and behold, there's my new vampire buddy staring at me through my window.

He raised his aristocratic eyebrow as if asking, "What, in hell, is wrong with you?"

I felt the blood rushing to my face and mentally shouted back, Listerine is from the devil! You brought it here to earth didn't you?

The vamp rolled his amber eyes and smirked, Yes, I did. I brought it here just so I could torture you.

"I knew it!" I yelled as I ran back to the bathroom to grab the liquid from hell.

Now this is the part, where it wasn't such a smart idea. I ran back to my bedroom opened the window the vampire was standing outside of -Stupid fire escapes- and chucked it at him.

Now here's the topper, I turned my back to him leaving the window open. Yeah, tonight was just not my night. But I mean, the sight of a deadly vampire getting knocked in the head by a bottle of Listerine is just kind of surreal, scratch that, just the sight of a deadly vampire is surreal. So like in a dream, you really don't think of the consequences.

But as I said, I turned my back and dusted my hands off and congratulated myself on correctly disposing the evil liquid from the depths of hell. But my thoughts halted when I felt a heavy force tackle me.

Crap! But I didn't invite him in!

The addicting chuckle shook my body, as he turned me to face him. "Dear little pet, don't you know that about 80 to 90 percent of communication is body language and by leaving that window open, it was practically begging to let me in. Not to mention that you took something of mine and I have a right to get it back."

I gulped, frantically trying to think of what I took of his. I knew it wasn't the peach rings because those were MINE. "Possessive, aren't we?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

"Leave my peach rings out of this! Now what did I take of yours?" I growled back angrily.

The vamp's eyes began to glaze over with a funny look, one that I had seen often at the bar I worked at. "My blood."

My eyes widened in surprise as I remembered the slow-moving ooze that had traveled down my throat. The bloodsucker must have realized that I remembered and allowed his fangs to protrude from his mouth. "Now about that kiss," he mumbled before his lips assaulted mine.

What is with this guy and attacking my mouth? But that thought stopped like all the others, when I felt his tongue enter. He explored a little bit before removing his mouth. I groaned at the loss of warmth and I was ashamed of how my body was responding.

This just isn't right.

I felt the sexual-assaulter smirk, once again, and with a mental groan he growled out, No, its perfect.

His mouth was nipping and licking my jaw and he was slowly making his way to my neck, where there would be no stopping him. Dear god, I needed a miracle.

And that miracle came in the form of a man. A man called Sano.