A Vampire's Kiss

Hey, so this is the option from my poll that scored the highest. You can probably tell from the title which one it is.

This entire fic is dedicated to HopelessRomantic183 because she sent me a message telling me her top 4 and this one was one she especially liked.

Anything you recognise is not mine.

Name: Kisara Seren Jones

Age: 21

Height: 5'7"

Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Blue

Nationality: ¾ Welsh, ¼ English

Chapter 1

"I have never met a vampire personally, but I don't know what might happen tomorrow." Bela Lugosi

Kisara Jones wasn't the sort of woman to have relationships, she just didn't have time. She was essentially married to her work as Personal Assistant to Seto Kaiba, owner and CEO of Kaiba Corp. Sure she had friends but she didn't want a boyfriend, in her experience they were nothing but trouble. She'd dumped her last one when she found out that not only had he been sleeping with her, but also her supposed 'best friend'. After that she washed her hands of all men. She had a very slim build, in fact her waist was tiny; she wasn't anorexic or anything, she was just built that way. In fact, her waist looked smaller than it actually was due to her height, she was 5'7", just slightly above the average height for a woman; this emphasized the slightness of her waist, it looked 18 inches but in reality it was actually 24.

At this precise moment in time she was sat at her desk writing a memo that Mr Kaiba had asked her to write for him, reminding all staff that getting someone else to punch in for you at the end of your break while still staying on your break would not be tolerated. The phone next to her rang and, without taking her eyes off the screen of her laptop, she picked it up.

"Hello, Kaiba Corp, this is Kisara Jones, Mr Kaiba's P.A. speaking, how can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Kisara, it's mummy. My landlord's threatening to kick me out! I don't know what to do, can you come here right away and help me?" Kisara's mother, Caroline Smith wailed down the phone.

"Mother I am at work, you cannot expect me to drop everything when it suits you, especially after your attitude towards me while I was growing up. I will stop by later but I am not promising anything." Kisara said sharply before putting the phone down and getting on with her work. Kisara had never had a good relationship with her mother, mainly because her mother had spent her time out partying and with men while Kisara lived with her father, Barri Jones. Kisara adored her father and always hated her mother for how she acted towards him. Unfortunately, Caroline Smith was a user. She used anyone she could, including her daughter and she wasn't about to take 'not right now' for an answer. She rang every 5 minutes and Kisara refused to answer her mobile phone unless it said that it was someone else on the caller id. Eventually she turned her phone off just so that she could concentrate.

By lunchtime her mood had not improved, she'd turned her phone on to check her messages and found several hundred voicemail messages, all from her mother. She never went out for lunch like the other girls who worked at Kaiba Corp; once, on her first day they'd invited her along but all they were interested in was gossiping about others and fantasizing about Mr Kaiba. Kisara had never joined them again and it wasn't long before they stopped inviting her. Usually she ate alone at her desk but sometimes, when Mr Kaiba's little brother was in the building he joined her as well. Mr Kaiba ate in his office and, at first, he was as intolerant of her as he was most other people, but when he realised just how dedicated to her job she was, he would, on occasion, stop and talk to her for a few moments. Those conversations always cheered her up slightly but as he was really busy he was unable to even leave his office all day. Kisara suspected that her mother hadn't paid her bills on time again.

She managed to finish at around 5pm so she drove over to her mother's tatty apartment in her silver Aston Martin DB9. It turns out that, just like she suspected, she hadn't paid her bills. Before Kisara had had to argue with the landlord and, occasionally, even pay the bills to get him to not throw her out. As she stepped into the dingy flat, Adam Phelps, the landlord, started leering at her as if she were some whore. She really took exception to that as she always made sure that she was dressed professionally. On this particular day she was wearing a black knee-length pencil skirt that was laced up with white ribbon at the back, a cream and black blouse with capped sleeves and ruffles an a pair of black and cream pumps with a two inch heel. This was paired with her usual pair of black square glasses to create a very professional look. Her silky long black hair was in a high bun with a few curling tendrils escaping and framing her pale face. Her eye makeup was very understated, some black mascara and black eyeliner framing her almond shaped, bright blue eyes. She wore bright red lipstick to add a bit of colour to her face and that was it. Around her neck she wore a dragon pendant that her father had given her for her 18th birthday, something that she always wore; it was on a long chain that dipped into her cleavage, hiding the dragon. In her ears she wore a pair of simple dangling earrings made of light blue Swarovski crystals. So she knew that she didn't in the least bit look slutty, but still he leered at her.

"What's the problem?" She sighed, wanting desperately to leave.

"There's no problem now." He leered before nodding to her mother and leaving.

"So you solved the problem on your own? Thank God you managed to do something yourself!" Kisara sighed, turning to leave.

"Not quite darling." Her mother said, causing her to turn and stare at her, waiting for an explanation.

"You see, he's been wanting a wife for a while now and he said that I could stay if I helped him find one. I know that you're single so I suggested that he marry you and he liked the idea." Her mother explained. Kisara just stood there, silent and shocked.

"You don't need to worry about the arrangements, it's all taken care of. The wedding's in 3 days time. Here's your ring." Her mother continued before handing her a heavy gold ring with a large pink fake diamond. Kisara drove home, completely on autopilot.

At work the next day she refused to wear the ring on her hand, instead she wore it on a chain that was hidden by her clothes. The entire day didn't go well for her, she managed to spill her coffee before she even left for work and was 10 minutes late. By lunchtime she was so irritated with the other girls at Kaiba Corp that she felt ready to throttle them. They'd started gossiping about her behind her back again, not realising that she was right behind them. They then had the audacity to look indignant when she refused to talk to them. This level of bitchiness lasted right up until the end of the day, by which time, they were lucky that they had escaped unscathed. Kisara's temper was legendarily bad, especially when provoked. The only reason Kisara didn't physically attack the lot of them was because Mr Kaiba would have been annoyed and she didn't want to risk getting sacked, especially as she loved her job. There had been a weird moment before when Mr Kaiba had stopped as he was walking from a meeting to his office where he stared at her for a few moments. It was a very intense gaze and it seemed to Kisara that it lasted hours where in actual fact it only lasted a few seconds. In those few seconds she'd found herself being swallowed up by his cerulean eyes that seemed fathomless. It was like he was trying to read her every thought just by looking at her.

She drove home and immediately ordered in Chinese food, she just wasn't in the mood to cook, even though she was very good at it. She poured herself a large glass of red wine and settled down to eat her food; once she'd had enough, she put the leftovers in the fridge, poured herself another glass of wine and began to run herself a bath. It was just the thing she needed to relax herself and, by the time she was out, she felt much better. She read for an hour or so before making herself a tall latte and finishing off a report for Mr Kaiba that was due in the morning. She fell asleep around midnight after finishing the report; her sleep was deep and uninterrupted by dreams.

He'd watched her for years, ever since she'd started work at Kaiba Corp. He first noticed her because there was something different about her, about the way she moved, the way she acted and even the way she thought. He could hear others' thoughts as clearly as if they were speaking the words. Most people just thought random words or phrases but she thought in coherent sentences. Even her attitude towards him was different; because of what he was women often found him compelling and were desperate to get him to notice them, how ironic that the only woman who caught his eye didn't even care if she did or not. As time passed he realised that she was his ideal woman, as well as being intelligent she was pretty and kind. He didn't make a move on her, her attitude towards dating was completely indifferent so he was assured that there would be plenty of time to get her. But that morning, after a meeting he'd caught an errant thought from her mind that made him have to stop and look at her. She was getting married in two days! Although, she didn't seem happy about it. He realised then, as he looked at her intensely for a few moments, that time was running out. He had to get her before he lost her forever.

He waited until after midnight before driving round to her house, thanking his lucky stars that he'd insisted that every employee put down their address in case of emergency. He arrived at around one am. Stealthily he left his car in a shadow and crept towards the silent house before looking for an open window to climb through. There was one, a set of French windows with a balcony, that had some ivy growing near it providing a handy way to climb up. As quick as a flash he was up the ivy and through the open French windows before any human eye could see him. He looked around the room to figure out where to go from there, noticing that it was decorated in deep green and white. There was a white iron bed with green silk sheets near the windows and, sleeping soundly in the bed was Kisara. He smiled, thinking that this would be easier than he thought. Carefully he walked to her bedside and looked down at her. Her long black hair was laying about her head, curling slightly and contrasting sharply with her pale, almost translucent skin; her eyelashes were the same deep black and were very long as they lay softly on her cheeks. She looked like an angel, she was so calm and peaceful. It almost broke his heart at what he had to do but that wasn't going to stop him. He gently pulled back her covers and then stopped, his eyes widening slightly. She was wearing a short black silk nightgown that ended midway up her creamy thigh. He'd never seen a more erotic sight in his entire life as Kisara at that moment. He gently lifted her up, making sure that he didn't wake her, and buried his nose in her neck, breathing in her human scent. She smelled like lilies, green tea and lemons, a mixture that shouldn't work but did on her. He breathed in her delicious scent for a few more moments before gently kissing the side of her neck, cupping the other side with his hand. She moaned slightly and tilted her head, giving him more access. He smirked slightly into the kiss before drawing away to look at her. Then he caused his fangs to extend. He looked at her once more, sadly this time before kissing her neck again.

She relaxed even more and, it was then that he struck. Quickly he bit down, his needle-sharp fangs piercing her delicate skin and sinking through her flesh, causing her to gasp in her sleep. Her blood was the sweetest he'd ever tasted, he knew from her thoughts about her ex when they were still together that she wasn't a virgin, something about her just made her blood sweet. He drank from her for several moments, taking a couple pints of blood from her. He carefully pulled his fangs out from her neck and retracted them before laying her down gently. He licked away the lingering trace of her blood from his lips and left quickly. As he drove he thought about her and what he was doing to her; for one brief moment he regretted it, the tainting of something that seemed so pure but his natural selfishness kicked in once more. The simple fact was that he wanted her; when she was content to go through her life as single as he was, he could live with that as there was no chance that he'd lose her and that some day he might be able to persuade her to fall for him but as soon as she came to be married he was determined to put a stop to that. She didn't know it but numerous times he'd managed to stop men from asking her on a date without even them realising who was foiling their plans. In his mind no one could have her but him. It wasn't even an option to give her up so that she could live a human life. While many thought of him as cold and unfeeling, very few were actually privy to his real emotions. Somehow Kisara had managed to worm her way into his heart, the only woman to do so in a long time. As he'd drank from her he'd caught more of her situation from her mind, someone was forcing her to marry; the thought that someone was messing with her made his blood boil. After all, you don't mess with anything that belongs to Seto Kaiba and get away with it.