Shuu in Socks

PrettyKitty · Rainbow socks

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Sanguine, My Love

A boy, appearing no older than 18, found himself suddenly awake. It’s dark, he thought, not even needing to take a glance out the window adorned by elegant curtains. He tossed off the quilt he’d wrapped around himself during his sleep and sat up, feet not even feeling the cold floor. Blond hair fell into his bright blue eyes as he dressed in black. A black t-shirt and pants, black combat boots with a red cross down the side.

He walked out of his bedroom and into the halls. The night called to him but he wasn’t allowed to leave without the kiss. He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled into the main room. Blood red couches were strewn about the room; all turned to face a chair. A few men and women dressed in black lay on the couches, all having a rather lazy look in their eyes. The boy sighed, sitting down besides a brown haired lady.

“Hi,” she said. “Ready for tonight, Maaku?”

“Don’t call me that, Yoko,” the boy said, his cheeks reddening.

Yoko laughed and ruffled his blond hair. “Whatever you want, Mark,” she said with an indolent smile, her pointy teeth showing. She leaned back, stretching out before draping a long leg over his lap.

Mark looked away. He had yet to get used to the amount of physical contact that went on here. But he did seem to forget she was there after a moment. When he finally did look towards her again, he saw Niall, a man of sea foam green hair, letting her lean against him. Niall waved, smiling warmly and looking far more awake than most of the people here.

“M’lody ain’t her’ yet?” Niall asked with his famous unrecognizable accent.

Melody was the master of the pack; leader of this kiss of vampires. He was tall, dark; the epitome of vampirism. Mark wished he looked more like him. While his blond hair and childish appearance made him unsuspicious, he still felt the need to fit in. It came with being the baby of the group. Somehow, that made him more appealing to the others. He barely had time to himself any more. But in a sense, it was better than being lonely.

Mark moved anxiously in his seat. He was far too shy to ask Yoko to move her legs so he could take a quick walk. Besides, she looked comfortable. She seemed to be sharing a joke with Niall, but stopped mid sentence, turning her head towards the hall way that led to the main room. Mark followed her gaze, Niall following suit.

“Is everybody ready to feed?” Melody said in a chocolaty smooth voice. He had his dark hair pulled into ponytail. His lean frame clothed with an expensive Armani suit. Mark smirked; Melody really did like to look nice.

“I’ve decided that we should take a look at the bars,” Melody stated. “Down Main Street. Three of you per bar.”

Whisperings erupted through the room. They usually stuck to picking humans off the streets; ones that would never be missed. That way they didn’t have to worry if too much blood was taken. Now they’d have to exercise discretion and restraint. Yoko scoffed, for she’d always preferred to dine at the bars. She liked the buzz that came with drinking from drunken humans.

“Please!” Melody exclaimed over the soft ruckus. “Tonight will be a sanguineous night.”

Yoko sat up. “That’s all most of you should need to hear,” she said, standing and strolling towards the door. “Let’s go. You boys are with me tonight.”

Mark glanced over at Niall, he shrugged but got up and followed after her. They left in a single file line through the door but once they were out, they all walked close to each other. Yoko caught them a cab and they were speeding away from the lair and towards the Moonflower club. The Moonflower was rather new and popular, a place that Yoko had obviously been before.

When they made their entrance to the club, Yoko pointed out the back rooms; each private and safe for feeding. She mentioned that the humans used the rooms for different things. Mark sighed. Yoko turned into quite the party animal at clubs. Right now, he was ready to leave before she pulled out one of her many innuendos. He waved to them and made his way into the crowd of people.

He made his way up to the bar, ordering a drink and scouting the areas for suitable victims. The music was so loud; he could feel it vibrate through his body. He shivered, took a long drink from his glass, turned to the broad besides him and asked her to dance. He used some of that vampire charm on her and they made their way to the dance floor.

It wasn’t long until he could feel her relax. She danced closer to him and even asked him a few personal questions. He gave nothing away but a clever reply, earning a laugh and even closer dancing. Mark smirked, deftly keeping his fangs hidden. He decided it would be best to move in, before he got too hungry.

“I intended to spend the night dancing. And being drunk, I suppose,” the broad said, leaning on Mark. “But maybe we should go do… something.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Mark said, keeping her steady as they walked to the back room Yoko had pointed out earlier.

They were let in the back and shown an empty room. Mark locked the door behind him and looked the broad in her eyes. He smiled, lulling her into a state of utter calm. Her eyes glazed over and he knew that she was under. He licked his lips and took her in his arms. It wasn’t long until he was latched onto her neck, draining her of precious blood. She gave a small groan as though caught in a bad dream.

Blood gushed from the small wounds in her neck and he was barely able to keep it from leaking out of his mouth. He drank greedily but the voice in the back of his mind told him it was about time to stop if he wanted to get home in time. He mentally sighed but knew it to be true. He laid her limp body over a bed, smiling with blood stained lips.

Mark shook his head slightly as he felt his fangs retract to their normally slightly shorter length. His mouth felt absurdly tingly. And he was having a hard time walking straight. He opened the door to the room just in time to see Yoko come from hers. He laughed for no reason and put an arm around her waist.

“I see you enjoy the buzz too,” Yoko said with a smirk, keeping him from falling over. “Niall said to meet him outside, let’s get going.”

They found Niall leaning against a lamp post. He looked at them curiously. Mark suspected it was because Niall didn’t expect to see the baby of the group hobbling like a drunkard. He shrugged in reply to the look and hailed a taxi.

The ride back to the lair was quiet. They were anxious to get back into the safe darkness of their home; where no sunlight could burn their skin. Mark glanced over at Yoko and Niall, envious of their calm gazes. He sighed and sunk into the seat.

Shuuichi · Angel in socks

Sexay. x3
I guess you like Niall? xD

PrettyKitty · Rainbow socks

=P Thanks.