Bed of Roses

A/N:

I'm so angry that FFN keeps deleting my A/N over and over again. Geez! Augh! Anyway, it's good to see you guys again after a month of being busy!

Warnings: None yet.

Un-beta'd/Not proofreaded.

Enjoy.

PROLOGUE

Petals of red roses first flood his vision under the orange sky, and then as the breeze clears, it reveals a field of red roses. Tsunayoshi stands in the middle of the field, breathing in the fresh scent of roses. He explores the forest of roses, careful as to not trample over any other roses or for the thorns of the roses to prick him.

A big, black casket rests at the far end of the hill of roses. Tsunayoshi, spotting that casket, headed towards that direction. He didn't know why, but he felt that he was compelled to do so. A golden cross that was reversed was carved on the lid of the coffin.

Words were carved on it but he doesn't know how to read it. It feels as if he had been through the process of lifting the lid up, and its horrors were too hard for him to take. However his hands had a mind of their own, they kept moving and moving, even though he doesn't want to.

His hand caresses the smooth black surface of the casket. His left hand moves towards the thorn of the nearby rose, pricking his finger. Then it raises itself up, having a life of its own, it smeared his blood on to the black impeccable surface. An unholy black glow transcended from the coffin, and then there was nothing.

He could hear nothing; it was like the world was muted again. Nothing moved except for him. There isn't even the rustle of roses, the brush of his bare feet with the soil.

Tsunayoshi stretches both of his hands to lift the lid up. The lid wasn't too heavy. Once the lid was lifted up, he places it at the side of the rose bed.

He inches towards the body inside the casket, and notes that the man had jet black hair.

Just as he was about to have second thoughts of opening the coffin, the man's eyes snaps open. Black obsidian orbs stared at him. The field of roses started seeping the man's dark presence, roses drying up and rotting away. The man's mouth formed a smirk.

Immediately he grabbed Tsunayoshi's wrists, and pulled Tsunayoshi over to him. Tsunayoshi was too slow to react to his actions. As the red rose field slowly dye into the colour of black by his dark presence and as the sun dips down, all is black when the man finally sinks his fangs on him. The only colour that wasn't monochromic was the colour of Tsunayoshi's blood, staining on the man's lips, as the moon reflects on this.

Tsunayoshi took his last breath, while the last rose on the flower field withered, and dispersed it's petals with the breeze.

E/N: Reviews/Favs/Alerts would be nice, thanks a lot.

FYI, this is NOT inspired by twilight. It was inspired by my best friend, who had me read some vampire story on wattpad... which was kind of ridiculous, but funny.