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So vampire!Yuu is one of my new favourite things. I know a lot of people don't like it, but the way I do it is hopefully adorable enough for those who don't agree to fall in love with it ^^ His reasons are cute af

Enjoy ^^

Peace out, my lovely peeps!XxX

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It hurts. No, that's the wrong term. Not powerful enough. It burns. I know how to stop it; I knew from the second I became this freak of nature. But I did it for him, so I can't dare to call myself that. I became what I am today so he wouldn't have to go through life watching me wither and die whilst he never aged a day. Yeah, it was painful; I've never known agony like it since I'm able to remember. At least nothing so physically dreadful. I can't deny my emotions have been to hell and back more than a few times, but this is something new altogether. This is far more harrowing, feeling my throat sear, as though stuffed with a white-hot rod, the metal proceeding to melt away the lining of my oesophagus. I don't care if that isn't what's happening; that's what it feels like. Like drinking acid. Like the aftermath of screaming for hours on end. And I don't know how much longer I can take it.

But I won't drink. That's the problem; I've been human for 16 years of my life. 16 years of eating food and drinking liquids that normal people consume, never having to think about it because my diet had always been the same. However, it's different now. Now, there's only one thing that can quench this disgusting fire, made worse by the frantic gasps I shriek into my lungs. I shouldn't be alone. I need Mika with me. He knows how to help me; he promised me he would. He promised. Where is he? Where the hell is he?! If I could, I'd wail out for his help, but I can't even dare to strain my voice in any way. It hurts just to breathe, let alone scream out.

Instead, I just pile my pathetic excuse of a body against the closest wall I can, permitting my fingers to bundle up the ivory fabric adorning my form into a fist that trembles over my heart, which I imagine would be thudding insanely if it could. I'm honestly not sure if vampires possess a pulse anymore; that was one thing Mika didn't go over in vampire 101. It's weird to think about though; to not have a pulse feels as though you don't have a heart. Without a heart, you can't fall in love. Well, I know that's not true; my affection was claimed long before I even became what I currently am, my humanity stripped from me just so I could ensure that he never had to live without me. Because I'm certain it would quite literally kill him, as it almost did me what I thought I'd had him torn from my life forever.

Just as I move onto attempting to distract my mind some other way, all of a sudden, I hear the heavy doors leading to the current area in which I'm collapsed softly part ways, even though it seems to be muffled through my ringing ears, drowned out by the screeching sound. However, the moment whoever has just entered realises me crumpled here, they instantly rush over to me and crash to their knees beside my currently-trembling form, ragged breaths hitching in my throat as I desperately gasp down the oxygen I probably don't even need. All it takes is a delicate hand on my shoulder and a flash of vermillion irises for me to understand just who it is that's positioned before me.

"I-It hurts, Mika. It hurts so m-much," I manage to choke out in less than a whisper, not hesitating in clasping his hand when he offers it to me as a tiny form of reassurance, soft hushes leaking from between his lips as he works on tucking a few strands of my wild, smoky hair behind my now-pointed ear, a sharp breath catching when I feel his knuckles grace the tip of it. I always forget about them, and I can't help but despise them, my shaking fingers instantly wrenching the wisps of ebony back into place, a terrified whimper leaking from my pitiful form. Is this how painful it was for him? Was this how much he suffered when I was teasing him with my blood, trying to force him to drink in order to save his life? How did he bear it for so long?!

"I know. I know it does. You have to drink eventually, Yuu-chan. Otherwise it'll get worse." Worse?! How can this possibly get any worse than it already is?! This is torture. Agony. And I don't think I can fight it any more, the canines that have sharpened themselves into vicious fangs upon becoming what I now am painfully throbbing with every gasp for air. I need blood. I know I need blood. But I don't want it. I don't want to lower myself to a vampire's level. Mika... He's an exception. He won't drink unless he desperately needs to. And, even then, he refuses to touch a human unless he doesn't have another choice or it's offered to him by somebody he trusts to take it from without being hated.

I just don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm so thirsty for blood. I need to slake the flames that sting through my gullet, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to do it. I don't want to hurt anyone, much less any of my friends. They haven't even come to accept my choice; Yoichi's the only one who's completely forgiven me for what I've converted to in order to spare the boy I love more than anything I've known the pain of watching me die, old and crippled. "Yuu-chan, you're not listening to me. You must drink," Mika urges once again, my entire body flinching with a tiny whine of self-fear, though it's quickly obstructed by more raspy breaths that are intent on choking me each time I try to swallow.

"No. I-I don't want to be like this! I don't want to crave blood so much it physically hurts! I-I only wanted to become a vampire so you never had to live alone without me! But I never e-expected this," I finally admit in not much more than a whisper, my arms gripping around my legs in a tight ring that keeps them firmly pressed to my heaving chest, only partially preventing me from seeing the way Mika presses his lips together in a mixture of sympathy and guilt. He shouldn't think this is his fault; I made the decision to turn. I asked to become a vampire for him. I have to learn to deal with the consequences of my choice.

"If you refuse blood, then I will be alone. Because one of two things will happen. You'll either die of thirst or attack the first human you lay eyes on. Once that happens, it's only a matter of time before you'll be hunted down and killed. So for Christ's sake, Yuu, just drink my blood and this pain will go away! Yours and mine! It hurts seeing you like this, so let me help you! Please, Yuu, just do as I say!" He demands in such a tone, I can't help but wince in fear of the dominance that floods it, nervous eyes peering over my knees at him, still possessing their ivy irises, not yet stained crimson by human plasma. He's offering his blood to me. Of course he is. What else did I expect? I did the exact same to him when he was in a state such as this, so scared of consuming the very thing he required, yet suffering too terribly to deny it altogether. He couldn't fight it in the end, so... So why should I? I don't want to do this, but, if it ensures his happiness in this twisted world, then what other option do I have?

The moment that thought swims to the surface of my mind, the barriers of my resistance finally crumble and I practically lunge at him, gripping his shoulders tight as I viciously plunge my fangs deep into his flesh, tearing through the skin and muscle without a single issue. Once I'm attached, I begin to suck as strongly as I can without choking, the scarlet essence of his blood swirling into my mouth within a matter of mere seconds, the liquid tumbling down my gullet in wave after wave until the entire area is coated in a relief that I can't say I've ever felt so fully before. True, he's also a vampire, but that doesn't mean that I can't consume his blood. And holy shit does it taste incredible!

But I have to stop. I can't keep going, otherwise I'll just end up draining him dry, a flush of embarrassment flooding through my cheeks as I detach my lips as quickly as I latched them onto his porcelain skin, a small, delicate whimper sounding from me as I shuffle away from him, trying to ignore the trickles of vermillion that snake over the pale canvas of his collarbone. I-I did that. I did that to him. I just drank his blood, as though it was the easiest thing in the world for me to do. "Y-You're not a monster, Yuu-chan. Don't even s-start to think that," Mika whispers as he unthreads the fabric that's tucked through the clasp on his cape in order to securely tie it around his neck, manging to create an overly-dainty bow that clusters over the area that quickly becomes dappled crimson with his plasma. He wants to make it look like it never even happened.

"But I... I didn't even hesitate," I murmur, unable to meet his eyes as I direct my own towards the floor, able to see a few droplets of ruby coating the ground beneath the two of us, my bottom lip quickly tucking underneath one of my fangs. However, mere seconds after I do, Mika gently slides his fingertips into contact with my jaw, tilting my head until my gaze has no other option but to meet his, a kind smile adorning his lips.

"You did. You hesitated, Yuu-chan, even if it felt like you didn't. You could've drank from me until there was nothing left, but you didn't. I'm so proud of you," he coos, a startled breath hitching in my throat as I owlishly blink my eyes, unable to believe what he's talking about. How is he acting so nonchalant?! Then again, I'm pretty sure I was the same when we repeated this process a few months ago, the two of us now bearing matching puncture scars upon our necks. "So don't cry. Don't feel guilty. Because I love you, and I always will, even if you think you're a monster. You became this for me. I know you hate being a vampire, but you're suffering so I don't have to. That's not the mark of a monster, Yuu-chan. That's the mark of an angel," he murmurs in such a soft tone, it appears as little more than a whisper, a smile peppering his lips as he gently presses them to my own, keeping them there for a total of a few seconds before pulling away again, locking those adoring, vermillion irises with my glimmering, tear-filled ones.

I made the right choice.