I don't own volcaloid, but you already know that right?

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Dreamless Night

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'Free spirit' is what most people call me when they first get to know me, but I don't really believe it's like that though. I am just an ordinary girl; I have lived most of my life on the country-side and I am currently residing in the city. Maybe it's the fact that everyone notices my frustration with the big metropolis, it just… I don't know, how everything is cramped, the masses of strangers rushing every minute somewhere, how I can't see an open sky, it always clouded by the never-ending lines of buildings, the heaviness that always hangs on the air…and the public transport on the rush hour, that is a total pain in the ass.

It just doesn't feel like home. Yet I don't let the little details bring me down. I am studying here now, here I have a chance to get the tools that I will need to build a path towards my dream. I just have to keep it together, and adapt.

Besides, I have these times like fresh breaths of air for myself. Like now, after the end of my classes, the Friday afternoon refreshes me and now free of obligations I enjoy riding my bicycle. You see, I already live on the outskirts of the city and there is this road that leads to the woods. There is a famous camping resort there, and also a path up the hills that goes all through the border of the forest. I really like the journey up there. I guess I found one of my favorite sights there, you can see some fields, and then the beginning of the city, while at your back a majestic forest with healthy and imposing trees greet you.

It's a long ride to make on bicycle but as I keep pedaling I feel further away of all the stress that days like today, seem like they could crush me to the ground.

Feeling the wind on my face, my long teal hair flying behind me, the soft burn in my legs, I let myself enjoy it to the fullest, when I am like this I feel so free and refreshed. And so out of it I am, that I only realized that it was a bit late to make this ride when I am already midway through it. Soft oranges already color the sky and I am at only about a quarter away of my destination, meaning it will be dark on my way back. I curse at myself for my lack of attention, maybe I could just turn and go to the resort, there are always taxis and busses ready to take the campers back home.

It's a good plan; however I end up not following it, yet at least. My curiosity wins over my common sense most of the time, I never could do something about it and I probably never will. Thinking of how will look the city at night from my little secret spot makes me continue; besides it's only just a bit further.

And here I am moments later, resting on a railing-like structure of rocks. As I thought, the view is indeed breathtaking, the oranges darkened and now the skies are tinted with scarlet and purple hues. The lights of the city coming to life look like twinkling little dots on distance, it's just beautiful. Even as if to complete the perfect scenery the wind is starting to pick up, making a serenade with the tree leaves. For once I thank myself for bringing my warmest hoodie and I brace myself while I enjoy my time here.

So relaxing.

I don't know how much time passed but a stray drop on my nose brings me back to reality and it's only a moment later that the roar of a thunder echoes, successfully scaring the shit out of me. And it seems I am not the only one, not so far from where I am standing I see a pair of hound dogs coming out like bullets from the forest's bushes. They look like they are fighting each other, chasing something maybe? Either way I don't stay to find out, the moment I see them coming my way I pick my bicycle and start pedaling as fast as my panic-induced adrenaline allows me.

A second thunder lights the now darkened sky accompanied by a heavy downpour. How everything took a turn to the worst so fast would have actually amused me if this was a movie but no, it's really happening. Rather sooner than later the wet road and rain make the effort too great for me and the control of the bike slips from my hands.

Cold hard pain filled my nerves as I inevitably came crashing down. The pavement unforgiving bruises the side of my leg, elbow and palms.

"Fucking hell" – I whisper to myself feeling the tears pricking my eyes. What should I do now? The camp resort is too far away to go by feet in this rain, and I will no way take shelter under the trees, I am just glad that the hounds didn't follow me as it is I will not taunt the other creatures that habit the forest.

Maybe…? Of course, I pick myself up and make an effort to run even if my pained limbs scream in protest. Of course there is no road that leads to nowhere; the end of this one actually is a mansion that if recall correctly it's only a few minutes away. I have ridden up there one or two times already, and even if it's been unoccupied for years for what I have heard, it's the only option I have left.

Unoccupied but not abandoned, there are no signs of decay or anything alike, which at least reduces the creepiness of the situation just a little. And yeah, I am trying to convince myself of it really hard as I reach the front door of such majestic manor. I try to open it, and I feel stupid for thinking it would be unlocked. Trespassing into a property is something I would never do; actually I was planning to wait outside under the little roof the entryway offers until the rain stopped. However, as drenched and cold as I am I realize that is not enough… I need to enter. And so, I will myself to actually force my way in, I have to say that I am actually surprised I never expected the lock to give in so easily, I just bumped to it once…? Whatever.

I get inside, and once I close the door behind me I stay by it. I am not foolish enough to want to explore the house or look if someone else is here. The idea sends chills to my already freezing body. I keep all my senses in alert, this is definitely the moment when something really scary is about to happen. Yet as minutes pass by with only the sound of the rain to make me company, I let my exhausted legs rest and sit down. I have seen many horror movies and it's getting to me, things like that only happen in fiction. Yeah. Fiction. I have to wait for a bit until the rain stops and go home. Easy-peasy.

While I wait I take the chance to look at my surroundings, indeed it's been a while since someone was here since a thin layer of dust covers everything. Definitely neglected but not less imposing I can see clearly traces of its former glory. The white marble roman-like pillars, the high ceiling with refined, and I am sure expensive chandeliers hanging, the wide stairs at the end of the hall dividing the right wing from the left. Even from here I can see a little of the living room, yet most of the furniture is covered with sheets preventing them from getting dirty.

Tiredly I feel my eyes star to drop, but I force myself to say awake, I can't fall sleep in a place like this. However a few moments later my will starts to falter, I… I will just close my eyes for a little bit...

"Huh?"

It has been drowned by the sound of the rain, but for a moment I thought… I heard something? My heart starts to race feeling beyond paranoid; I close my eyes once more concentrating and trying to hear closely. It could be from a roach to a serial killer, those kinds of thoughts have me on the edge and I consider opening this door and getting the hell away from here. Mismatched from the rushing thoughts in my mind my legs move forward, and when I realize it I am already at the first step of the stairs.

What the…?

It's like my body is hypnotized, taking me closer to the source of the sound that now I recognize as a piano melody. Music, of course, there is nothing that gets to me more than music, it's the reason I left my home. And this piece just allures me; I can't believe I actually want to find the player of such wonderful sound –the chance of it being a psycho-serial-killer is not ruled out I never heard something like this, not even the masters of music the world worships compare to it. The grade of the skill but most of all le richness and feeling, it really feels magical. And now I am behind a sturdy roble door on left wing. 'I am really doing this?' My rationality whispers from a little corner of my mind trying in a futile attempt to snap me out of this trance-like state of infatuation.

I proceed to open the door as slow and silently as I can but the loud creak it makes pretty much ruins my effort. Looking inside the spell breaks and my breathe catches. I stand petrified watching something I thought only belonged to fiction. I am terrified, not even the unearthly female soprano voice that accompanies the piano can melt the feeling.

Floating mid-air along with the huge instrument the pink haired woman clad in the most gorgeous black dress, keeps playing undisturbed by my presence. Woman I say, but I would rather say, a ghost? No. A demon, a vampire.

A tragic piece has never sounded as beautiful, I would think. I would think how I never saw someone as beautiful as the creature before me. But the only thing I can see is the inhuman red of her eyes and how a pair of long beyond normal canines –fangs – pokes her lower lip.

I won't get out of this one; the resolute sentence roots me to the ground as I stand immobile watching the preamble of my demise. The sorrowful melody comes to an end and now the pair of scarlet eyes is focused on me. Everything is just so surreal, I see her descend slowly along the piano, her beautiful pink locks fluttering in the air unbothered by the gravity and the next second she is before me only a foot away.

Even when I still think I will die in the hands of this beautiful being, there is something in her eyes that unsettles me, and makes me unable to look away from them.

Lonliness, longing and… relief?

Why?

The connection between teal and scarlet breaks when her cool hands reach mine delicately rising them up to examine them. Rather than mortified I actually feel a bit self-conscious with her gentle touch more than her scrutiny. My hands are all muddy and bruised from that fall earlier; I can't help but wonder what she is up to…

And the shock is way too great when I feel her soft lips, kissing my bruised palms. I don't know what is going on, but I not only felt the pain lessen... I…I can't help but to blush with her soft caresses. What the hell?

"This… this is really destiny, you really are here" – I barely hear her say. And I am positive I forgot how to breathe when her red eyes bore on mine once again. Why…why is she looking at me like that…? Like I am precious to her. I don't even…

Any coherent thought that cared to elaborate dead right there when her lips pressed on mine. I honestly don't know why I still bother, nothing makes sense and my mind just can't keep on track. My rationality evaporates under her tentative, feather-like kiss and my instincts take control.

And my first move since I opened the door behind me is surprisingly not an attempt to scape or struggle… I don't even resist.

I kiss her back. There is just something I can't put my finger on, she leads me but always drawing a line, like she thinks I am going break under her touch. Which may actually be true, but damnit this is starting to be really frustrating. I…I want more.

I don't know what she is doing to me. I never thought about kissing a woman, even less one I don't even know it's just not my thing. Still something inside me is just shifting, instead of feeling terrified as I was the first time I saw her, I feel like there is nothing to fear. The more I feel her against me the ice that petrified me melts and I feel hotter and hotter.

And she is only kissing me as if we were middle-schoolers. What the fuck. I can't believe how bothered such an innocent kiss made me. And I believe she notices too, because when I start to pick up the pace she separates from me with a smile parting her oh so gorgeous lips. Such a tease, I am not even ashamed of the half groan half moan that escaped of my mouth.

If I shall die tonight, at least I don't want to have regrets. With that thought guiding my reckless actions I just go for it. And if you are wondering, yeah I just took the vampiress neck from behind and crashed our lips together in a rough kiss. Yet the hot exchange doesn't last as much as would have wished, my eagerness and haste made me ignore a little detail, well two. I don't have experience in kissing someone with fangs. And one of them cut a bit of my lower lip.

The sting made snap out of my lusty thoughts and neediness, I can't believe myself, how embarrassing, When did I become so shameless? I feel like I want to stare at the floor forever but she doesn't let me. Picking my chin between her lithe fingers she raises my head so our eyes can meet. Only that they don't. She is intensely looking at the red drop of blood that is coming from my injured lip.

I feel her stiffen and thanks to our current closeness, I also notice her eyes glint with barely restrained need. Will she devour me now? For some weird reason the prospect of her doing so only arouses me more. I definitely don't know what she is doing to me to feel this way, but I will admit that looking at her this worked up over me pleases me deeply.

Maybe I am not so much of a good girl as I thought, maybe I like playing with fire even if I get burned. With that in mind I decide to push the buttons of the pink haired seductress. Looking at her in the eye I bit my injured lip drawing more blood out of it. Success. I feel her breath catch, her eyes glowing while they follow the red trail that goes down my chin.

And then, something in her sapped.

In less than a fraction of a second I felt her arms crush me against her in a possessive embrace. Her right hand went up to the back of my head tilting it up and getting me even closer to her. I really did put myself on a silver plate with that stunt, didn't I? I can't say I really mind to this point. And it is when I feel her tongue licking up the blood trail on my chin up to my lips that I know without regrets that I want this.

She takes my lip hungrily nibbling it, sucking it, tasting the metallic savor of my blood that now coats our heated kisses. She's relentless and I find myself more and more frustrated with my so human need to breath, I just need her lips on mine so much that is maddening. She delivers with such a masterful skill, kissing me deeply, with a thirst that only grows with our unrestrained passion.

We part again and after a quick intake of air I am fast to reattach our lips. I feel her smile against my lips and I know she has other plans; it's with half wonder half frustration that I let her lips go. I hear her giggle, the sweet melody vibrating though my cheeks as she draws a playful path of kisses up to my ear.

"Your name" - she asks? Well more like demands and I for once find the situation a little funny, you know being this close up and personal… It's way too late for things like following the correct protocol and etiquette with things like proper introductions.

Yet I try to comply with her request, keyword 'try' because her playing with my earlobe with her tongue is driving me crazy. I so far managed to voice the first syllable of my name when I feel her lips going down my neck. She kisses it, going up and down, sometimes trailing its length with her hot tongue, her pointy fangs grasping my skin slightly as she does so.

"M-M-M-M-Mi..k" – ah! Another moan, gods I can't, my mind just can't process anything but the feel of her actions on me and that alone is already wrecking my oversensitive nerves.

She stops her ministrations, her lips and hot breath over my pulse point preparing for something that is to come, but only if I say the magic word.

"Miku"

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TO BE CONTINUED...

Gosh I am kinda embarrased with this one, but but leave this nerd have a bit of supernatural negitoro lewd romance (?)

I have the feeling that people will come hunting my head for writing this xDD I know, its chliche with a bit of a clliffhanger and all but I couldn't help myself (?)
For those who are wondering, yeah this one is a two-shot, so I won't leave you hanging just before the good part ( I am a perv too (?))

Speaking of which, I never wrote M rated stuff so, don't have big expectations. Still I am making an effort to make it as tasteful as possible.

Well thats all for now, hope you all liked it (and managed to reach this note without cringing) xD

Also english is not my first language so, I am really sorry if messed up here and there, I am still learning.