Set in a semi-alternate universe

I do not own VK

He was shivering, his breathing labored. He grit his teeth, suppressing the lump in his throat. He clutched his chest, holding the pain, holding everything down.

Ever so gently, she coaxed his mouth open. Warm porridge slid down his throat. He kicked up a fuss with every spoonful. But all she had to do was to hold his trembling shoulders and he seemed to calm down for a moment. His eyes seemed to flicker open at times, drifting in and out of consciousness. He was drenched in cold sweat, terrified, mumbling incoherently. He was smashing his fists on the bed, face contorted in pain. He began to scream. Just like last night.

And just like last night, she held him. He fought back, pushing her away. "Don't touch! Don't touch me!" The tone in his voice almost destroyed her. It wasn't fierce. It wasn't hatred. It wasn't fury. It was desperation.

She could feel his erratic pulse; his finger nails digging into her wrists.

He was torn. All of him wanted to pull her into him, to devour her there and then, to show her what she wanted to know. The sane part of him said no; no he couldn't drag her into the depths of hell with him.

"But…. I'm so thirsty…..so very, very thirsty…"

Zero had those beautiful eyes. Call them amethyst, lilac or just plain purple. To me, they were just plain beautiful.

But now, they were none of these. His beautiful eyes were tinged crimson, warning me to back off and take cover. He released his iron grip slightly then pushed me aside.

"Leave. Now."

Zero dragged himself to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and I heard violent thrashings. I heard the mirror break as his fist came into contact with it. I heard his body hit the ground. I heard his labored, pained breathing. I heard the scratching of glass on the floor as he dragged himself through the shards. All this, as I banged the door, begging him to let me in.

She was outside, screaming at me to unlock the door. I dragged myself away; away from her intoxicating scent; away from her pleading, inviting aura. I couldn't harm her. Pulling her into my world would mean the end of her lovely innocence. She was sunshine and everything warm. My world was a long, cold, dark abyss. I couldn't condemn her to that. No. I wouldn't. Even as the hunger burns me inside, I will not take her.

I picked up a shard of glass, the largest I could find, and sliced my hand open. Bringing it to my lips, I was revolted. My blood smelled awful. It smelled of defeat, of pain, of every negative thing about me. But I took it in anyway. Anything, anything at all, to save her from me.

But it wasn't working. Why isn't it working? I'm a monster. I just need blood. Does it matter how sweet it tastes like or where it comes from? God! Why wouldn't it work dammit! I gripped the glass harder in my hand, deepening the cut.

I couldn't hear her anymore. Good, she's left. But even though I was supposed to think like that, I couldn't. I felt myself crumple to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Her scent drove me insane with need, but the lack of it pushed me over the edge. I watched the blood flow from my starting-to-heal hand. My chest hurt so badly. The thirst and hunger were nothing compared to that intolerable pain.

I heard keys jingling. She hadn't left! She had been looking for the keys. I tried to pick myself up from the floor. Shit, there were bloodstains. There was blood on my lips, blood on my white T-shirt, blood everywhere. My hand may have healed, but I couldn't hide all those splotches from her. I gave up, slumping on the floor, praying that I could get myself out of this corner I had cornered myself into.

He was bleeding. He was hurting. All I wanted to do was kiss him, take his pain away. But those merciless eyes of his forbade me from coming closer, forbade me from saying a word. He looked away from me as I continued towards him. I didn't care if my feet bled from the glass; I just wanted to be near him.

He was shivering so badly. I held out my hand. He bit his lips, turning away again. I wiped the blood from his stained lips. The slightest brush of my fingers sent him into frenzy.

He clutched his throat, clawing at the smooth skin there. He let out a pained growl. He was clawing so badly that those deep scratches began to bleed. I caught hold of his head, holding him to me. I swore I heard him murmur an apology before biting my neck.

Why did you have to touch me now, when I was at my weakest? Why wouldn't you leave? Just walk away and never come back. The moment she brought herself close to me, I knew I wasn't strong enough to resist; too weak to stop myself.

But – Dear God! – You taste so good. Every sip was a drug, addictive. The moment I punctured your skin, the moment the first sweet drop graced my tongue, the moment it flowed down my throat; I knew I was doomed.

Push me away. Scream, yell at me. Don't just let me hold you. Don't just let me suck you into this. Fight back, for your own sake. Be kind to yourself for once. For once, be cruel to me.

I woke up, drenched in cold sweat. It was storming outside, just like how it did back them. It's been a year now, but if I try really hard, I could still smell her scent lingering in this very room. I inhaled deeply, savoring what little essence of her was left here. The thirst is still here. The hunger never left. But at least, I was still sane.

I closed my eyes. If I kept really quiet, I could hear her laugh, hear her washing up in the bathroom, hear her silently breathing next to me as she cuddles close.

My chest constricted tightly. Shove that memory away. Shove everything away. I locked them all away as I locked the apartment door behind me.

A/N
My first fic so please go easy on me. The part after the double lines signify the end of a flashback/dream. It's a little confusing right now but it'll clear up soon don't worry.
I accept constructive criticism =)