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Approach To Danger (Fan Fiction)

Ah…in this case, I guess it’s the end…

A ghostly shadow wraps around your neck, prowling around the edge of your lips for a while and then forcing its way into your mouth. You are more than clear that the attempted assassination has failed.

“Open your mouth. This is the moment for your last words.”

Hiroshi positions himself astride over your trembling torso. The shadow tightly encircling your neck binds you to him. As the overbearing weight presses down upon your chest, your breath is gradually squeezed out of the body.

The eyes of the predator turn red again, which is an explicit indication of your destination. People love playing games. They seek a boss, more powerful than themselves, only to get defeated and trampled on the ground. This is how you feel right now. Pathetically, you’ve brought a gamer’s fantasy into reality.

You messed with the wrong person.

“I am the Shadow, the Keeper, the Son of the Abyss, and the predator of you mortals. Me as your target? You have made the wrong choice from the very beginning.”

Your emotions are drastically distorted, all of which being expelled furiously out of your mind and flesh. You learned about this power from the corporation. It’s dementation.

Gradually, insensibility pervades your whole body.

Amid all that dullness and haziness, you feel the man approaching your neck, eager to devour his feast. That was his mercy. He could have maintained or even intensified your fear and desperation.

The brutish bite and tearing you anticipated didn’t take place. It’s a clean cut. Hiroshi’s bite on your neck carries no emotions but delivers acute pain. He throws his weight on your body. His burning heat rages over you, from chest to fingertips, making it almost impossible for you to breathe in any air. That heat wave keeps flowing towards you. This is very counterintuitive. How could a vampire have such a high body temperature?

However, when dementation is in charge, all you can feel is a hazy and delicate emotion spreading throughout your flesh, almost unperceivable.

No…I don’t want to die…

You struggle to tilt your head with the remaining ghost of energy inside your body, trying to get away with his teeth. However, a giant hand violently pulls your head back to where it was, the best place for his convenience. You hear him gulping your blood, or in his words, the vitae. Tears run down your face. But was it driven by fear of death?

“You are crying…” Hiroshi sighs, “fine…what a stupid kid.”

The hand that grasped your neck suddenly releases, and instantly clasps your struggling arms and locks them on the ground, above your head. With the other hand, he lifts himself up a little bit to relieve the weight on you. The hands on your body are cold, and still forceful. As he exerts more force with his hands, you find it even harder to breathe than having the shadow around your neck and his weight on your chest. A probable explanation is: you seemed to have caught a glimpse of his face, his body, his chest, and the bright green sparkling in the darkness.

Still no expressions on his face, nor any emotion that you can perceive. He is calm and quiet as if this is just some normal meal.

A misrepresented predator and a disingenuous prey.

Is this the only intersection?

The hues in your eyes get dimmer. With your mouth wide open, you gasp heavily for air, so desperate as if once your lips touch each other, you will never have the energy to separate them again. You can feel your vitality dwindling as the tears and breaths carry away your heat.

“That’s enough…700ml already. Short of breath, powerless, but not dying.”

Hiroshi loosens the teeth, licks what remains around the cut, and wipes the blood around his mouth with bare hand. Out of the pocket of his lab coat, he conjures a band-aid and put it on the cut of your neck.

What just happened…?

Still overwhelmed by the lingering effect of his dementation, you are at a loss.

Questions rush into your brain.

“I still regard you as my student, just a terrible and miserable one who went astray. This is a lesson for you. Never challenge the beings you don’t understand yet.”

He rises from your torso and picks you up by the collar. The next moment, you find yourself cradled in his arms, without any power or intention to fight back. You are enveloped by his tenderness, which is so familiar but can barely be recognized.

“Now, fall asleep. After you wake up, head forth and find your own path. Don’t put yourself in danger again, my student.”

In a daze of bewilderment, you feel the lights in the room flickering and yourself plunged into deep but calm darkness.

A gentle kiss lands on the cheek.

By Lyskevir