Sin: Gluttony

GULA

Gluttony, the overindulgence or over consumption to the point of waste. Gluttony is considered to be a type of lust. But, instead of the object of desire being a person, it's food. Or in this particular case, blood.

For vampires, the age of bloodlust came early.

At around five or six years old, the soon to be familiar urge to attack and suck dry any human in the vicinity of said vampire came into being, causing hell in a vampire's life. While the bloodlust never went away, (as proven by many different studies, all trying to find something that could substitute for blood. Many of the older unmated vampires found it a hassle to go out and hunt. They were fairly mad, and embarrassed, when the Night Class figured it out first.) the five year age range where a young vampire needed blood near daily to help build up their immune system did go away.

For Shiki and Rima however, they came into this 'stage' early. About two years early to be precise, and even worse, in their parents point of view, they came into this 'stage' when no one was around. Therefore there was no one to give them the precious human blood that they needed to survive.

They were alone because the nanny that had been hired to take care of the two best friends (they were each other's only friends at that age) while the elders were at a senate meeting ran off after an hour because the babies wouldn't do anything, and it was really quite unnerving to have two pairs of eyes, one silver and one blue, just looking at you. It was creepy.

They were used to their parents drinking from each other, because once an adult vampire was mated they very rarely drank from anyone else besides their mate. So when the soon to be familiar pain of thirst tickled the back of Shiki's throat and he complained about it, Rima was the one to come up with the answer. "Hm…maybe," she spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully, just like her mother taught her. "It is like what mother and father do when they say they are thirsty."

Shiki looked at her with sleepy eyes then laid his head down on her lap, not noticing the faint flush of Rima's cheeks. "You mean I have to bite my mother? Or my step-father?"

"No baka." Shiki looked up at her, and Rima looked down on him. He swallowed, noticing his parched throat. "You just have to drink from someone." A pause. "By the way you smell nice."

"Thanks." Absentmindedly Shiki thanked Rima while he thought over what she had said, and trying to ignore the thirst. "Could I drink from you?"

Rima flushed, and this time Shiki noticed this, and it only deepened his sudden desire to quench his thirst. His eyes wandered down to her neck, and he could almost see the pulse jumping there, smell the delicious fragrance wafting off of her skin.

"Sure." She waited a moment before sighing. "You know usually, mother and father drink from the throat." Another moment. "That means that you have to get up here Shiki!"

Shiki's eyes had closed again, a side effect of the rapid bloodlust onslaught, and they opened at Rima's sharp tone. His silver eyes met cerulean eyes and it seemed time stood still. "But Weema…" Shiki whined, and then pouted when his R didn't come out like it should. Rima looked amused at his still occurring problem with pronouncing his R's. "I'm so sleepy…" He trailed off with a yawn, which left him even sleepier than before.

Rima sighed and gave in, knowing once Shiki was like this very few things could grab his attention again. She brought the wrist that wasn't buried in Shiki's hair ('When had that happened?' Rima wondered silently) to Shiki's mouth. She wasn't sure what to do next, but Shiki was. His vampiric instinct guided him as he opened his mouth and his newly grown fangs dropped down from his gum line. He bit down and Rima gasped a little at the pain, and hearing this, Shiki immediately stopped and looked at her waiting to see if he should continue.

Rima smiled the smile that him and only him had seen, and Shiki smiled back with blood stained lips.

--

Hours later, when Shiki's mother came to pick him up from Rima's house (mansion) she couldn't find either of them in the house. Pausing in the great room and looking out of the wall of glass that made up the entire west side of the house she spotted a flash of gold in the otherwise green backyard (meadow). Acting on a hunch she went outside to find one of the most adorable sights she had ever seen. And that's including her new husband curled up on their bed with a four month old Senri. Senri's father, Rido Kuran, had left the family a few years prior, and she then meet and mated her current mate.

Senri had his head in Rima's lap, while she was laying down with a hand in his hair. Combining the fact that they had the faces of little angels, (she really had to get them into the modeling industry, what with her sources in the business from her acting days) it was picture worthy. Best of all, they were asleep. Chuckling quietly to herself, she wondered how she was going to get them out of this without waking them. But first…she ran back inside and grabbed the camera that was always situated inside of her purse, just for cases like this. She quickly snapped a photo, grinning like a maniac.

Looking closer, she noticed something else besides the adorable faces. Rima's wrist looked a little pale, with what looked like puncture marks. Her smile slipped quickly from her full lips. Oh no. Shocked eyes looked at Senri's mouth, and yes, his lips were stained a red darker than usual. Senri had drunken Rima's blood, causing a bond to now be forged in between the two young vampires. Hearing some noise behind her, she turned to find her husband and Rima's mother and father coming from the house. The men were conversing loudly and waving there hands about, with occasinally bouts of laughter. Her best friend, compared her to husband, was quiet content to be pressed against her mates side.

Walking over to them quickly, she gave them the best panicked look she could. Seeing her like this her husband immediately sobered, the laughter draining from his face. "Love, what is it?"

"Well…have you heard of a case of bloodlust coming early in children?"

Rima's mother answered, "Not that often, but it isn't unheard of. Why?"

"Beacause, I think we have two cases on our hands." The four adult vampires looked over at Senri and Rima warily, and the men both took a small (ie: big) step back in slight fear. While Senri was temperamental at best, he would go crazy if he was taken away from his source of blood. What made it even worse was that it was his FIRST source of blood (therefore making him even more attached), and his newly developing male hormones would make him very possessive. Rima would just look at them with her eyes and make them feel guilty, all the while never letting go of Senri. Rima's mother was cursing the genes that caused Rima to have those blue eyes that could make her do anything.

"So, what are we going to do?" Rima's father questioned. The two mothers sighed in defeat.

"Do you think Juuri would be willing? Before they wake up?" Rima's mother questioned.

"I only hope so." Shiki's mother answered.

When Shiki woke up hours later, in his own bed in his own house, he couldn't seem to remember the past few hours. He had this vague feeling that he was missing something that belonged to him, and the only thing he could really remember was the delicious aftertaste of something sweet and absolutely mouthwatering.

Touya Rima was looking through the book sent from her mother, The Life and Times of the Last Wych, when she came across a forgotten photograph that was being used as a bookmark. What was even odder than the title of the book (can't this person even spell witch right?) was the fact that she was in it (along with Shiki), and she couldn't remember it. Rima was known for her memory along with the ability to play the violin and piano. She got an A on every single test, without studying because she had such a good memory.

Looking at the photo she realized this was taken in her backyard, and Shiki and her looked about two or three. She was laying down with her hand in Shiki's hair, while his head was in her lap. They were both asleep. Rima's eyes narrowed, as the familiar unfamiliar taste of something sweet, yet bitter flooded her mouth. The heady flavor was something she was used to, whenever she was trying to remember something. She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't known this flavor. Something tickled at the back of her mind. The addictive taste was growing stronger, something it had never done.

It was pushing for her to remember something.

Rima's brows furrowed, and chased after that one little detail that seemed to elude her focus. The taste was stronger than it had ever been, and just when it reached it's peak, the gate holding back her memories broke open and she remembered everything.

Shiki biting her wrist, her, being excited at the smell of blood, even if it was her own blood, damn near attacking him, this time drinking from the jugular. Her eyes widened of her own accord, her genius mind quickly figuring out why she had forgotten. Her parents and Shiki's parents must have covered the memories so they weren't forced into a bonded relationship unless they absolutely wanted it. But she could remember that both her and Shiki and been very moody the few days after that, and only calmed down when in the presence of the other, much to there parents dismay.

She vaguely remembered throwing a vase at her mother's head when she didn't give her blood that tasted 'good'.

She had to tell Shiki. Or, she suspected, only had to show him the photograph to trigger the memory. And if not, a delightfully sinful grin crossed Rima's mouth, her blue eyes flashing with something that couldn't be defined, she could always remind him another way.

The wonderful taste was growing stronger, and she was hungry. Once she found that taste again, she was never letting go.

--

Friday evenings were always troublesome. The girls were forever proclaiming their undying love, nearly killing each other at the chance to look at the Night Class. They had all weekend to "hang out with -insert name here- when he finally asks me out!" therefore making them all the more shrill when proclaiming "-insert name here- I love you!". It didn't help that it was the last day before winter break. Normally he was indifferent, unlike Rima who wore her scorn of the pathetic girls plainly for everyone to see, but today, with the way this migraine was developing, he might just take Rima's side.

Speaking of Rima, where was she?

Barely stiffling a yawn, Shiki glanced around the common room of the Night Class dorms and couldn't see her trademark pigtails. Ichijou, seated to the left of him on the expansive couch, apparently had the same idea. "Hey, Shiki? Where's Rima? We have class in a few minutes."

Shiki shrugged, ignoring the odd looks from Aidou and Ichijou. Kain and Ruka were wrapped up in a discussion, Seiren was busy glaring at anyone who dared look at Kaname for more than a few seconds, while the aforementioned pureblood was busy talking with his bride, Yuuki. She had been turned back to her pureblood form a few months ago, and this semester started in the Night Class along with Zero. Shiki didn't even bother looking for him. It was common knowledge that he was always sent on the Level E extermination jobs. Shiki didn't really mind, it gave him more time to sleep.

Just as he was getting mentally worried, (after all have you ever heard of Shiki Senri showing emotion?) the object of his thoughts came down the stairs with her books and an envelop. She walked over to him, her pigtails bouncing, the other Night Class students moving out of her way like wolves in the presence of the alpha. She handed him the envelop, shrugging when Shiki glanced at it curiously. He didn't miss the odd glint in her eye. The others were used to their non verbal talking, and lately they hadn't been the only ones to do so. Kaname and Yuuki, it seemed, had caught on. Though, it could also be because they were the only mated pair in the entire Night Class.

"My mother wanted me to give this to you." Rima replied softly to his question, voice barely above a whisper, but he heard it clearly. Frowning softly he opened the envelop quickly as Kaname and Yuuki stood up and moved towards the doors that lead to the sunset outside. The odd taste that he had grown accustomed to filled his mouth, reminding him of something forgotten. Finding himself alone on the couch in a matter of seconds, he glanced at the photograph that fell into his lap with disinterest, before what he saw registered in his mind. Snapping his eyes back towards the photograph, the familiar pain of bloodlust quickly became apparent.

Looking up, he expected to find Rima, only to see her walking away towards a waving Yuuki. The two had grown close the past couple of months. She paused and looked over her shoulder at him, smirking, looking completely unlike the Rima he knew.

"Shiki, your going to be late…" She trailed off teasingly and passed through the doors leaving him alone. He cursed. The migraine was going to be hell today, and even worse.

All of his classes had him sitting right besides Rima. His eyes flashed red, her blood, that was so delicious, belonged to him. If he made it the day (night) without pouncing on her and drinking from her, and maybe doing some other things, it would be a miracle.

Making his way outside he caught another whiff of her scent, and didn't really remember much after that.

--

"You enjoyed yourself far to much today, you do know that, correct?" Rima couldn't think. Shiki's head was nuzzling her necking, his tongue occasionally making the trip from his mouth to her skin to taste her, and his hand was buried in her unbound hair.

Rima moaned, her head falling back on the wall that Shiki had her pushed against. Chuckling, her voice husky with hunger, "Maybe." Shiki growled darkly. His head rose, and his eyes locked onto Rima's, the silvered depths glowing a red that matched her blood. The blood that was his by right.

Neither of them could deny it. Try to deny it. As soon as he had taken her blood that day years ago, they were forever bound. Well, as long as they didn't take another vampires blood.

Another wave of bloodlust hit which left Shiki muffling his groans in Rima's neck. His hand that was currently not involved in a personal relationship with Rima's hair was gripping her upper arm tightly in a vain attempt to avoid drinking her blood right there. She deserved more than that. The entire day had been spent in a blind haze, trying to not to drain Rima (figuratively, he would never even think of that) and trying not to show what was wrong with him. The first part was maintained within his control, the second only barely. He didn't learn anything new today though, his concentration on her the entire day. He could sense that she had the same situation.

He sucked lightly on her neck. Rima purred in delight and shivered as he ran his fangs over the skin, but then growled in protest as he retracted them again.

He loved the way she reacted against him, her body fitting perfectly against his. Her blood's scent igniting his. He wanted her, period.

Rima kissed a path from his ear to his collarbone. "I never would have thought that you would be this forward with your 'affection'." Shiki hummed, teasingly biting her neck.

Rima somehow managed to pant out a complete sentence. "The memories triggered my horomones, and besides. I've always been forward with you."

Shiki paused, as his overheated brain tried to process the information. "True." He went back to her neck, seemingly content to not move forward. Rima knew what he was doing. He was trying to see how long it would take her to break.

Rima was tired of this game. 'Not long apparently.' Shiki thought wryly, as he felt her hands grasp his shoulders.

She shoved him back onto the bed. She was going to take what she wanted, because this is what she had been unknowingly waiting for. This was years in the making. She straddled him, and loved the way he was looking up at her from her black cotton sheets. He was…enthralled. Yes that was good word for it. She ducked her head down, her fangs dropping down from her gums, and bit down firmly at the junction of his neck.

She moaned in ecstasy as the taste that she had been waiting for flooded her mouth. It was made even better by knowing that the taste was Shiki. How long had she yearned for him? She purred as his blood slid down her throat, both cooling and setting fire to her taste buds.

Shiki reached up and brought Rima flush against him, urging her to drink more. The smell of blood was making his resistant weak, and her vein was practically begging for him to drink. So he did.

Their gluttony would consume them, of this he had no doubt. But, feeling the wonderful weight of her pressed on him, tasting the truth of her feelings for him in her blood, the taste didn't seem to be the only thing he wanted.

The glutton is much more than an animal and much less than a man.- Honore de Balzac

A/N: Alright! First one shot of my new series! Yep, I'm doing the overly used Seven Deadly Sins. But, I can't help it! It was too much fun. If you see anything that needs to be fixed, please point it out, and I'll fix it. By the way, saligia is a memory aid to remember the seven sins. Well the Latin names anyway. Superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, acedia. This information came from Wikipedia, and if you think this info is incorrect, tell me. I'll fix it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight, I am just using the amazing characters to meet my (oft times) very insane ideas. They (the characters) belong to Matsuri Hino.

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