The onslaught had finally stopped, but its mory clung to everything, the lingering dampness on my body, the cool mist that hovered in the air.
I was still reeling from what had happened in that secluded corner of the park, the raw intensity of Yuki’s confession, and the way her unexpected strength had rendered helpless.
Yuki’s eyes had flashed with sothing dark and determined as she had pressed down, her grip firm enough to pin against the cold, hard fra of the pavilion.
Her lips curl into a satisfied smile, her breath warm against my skin.
“You’re mine, Markus.”
She murmured, her voice laced with sothing terrifyingly possessive.
Before I could react, she moved. Fast, too fast. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, holding in place, her body pressed flush against mine.
My pulse quickened, panic creeping up my spine as I felt the weight of her against , pressing in, closing the distance again.
Her eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto , and I barely have ti to draw in a breath before sharp pain flared at my neck.
A strangled gasp ripped from my throat as her fangs sank deep, deeper than I expected, deeper than I could bear.
My entire body jerked, but she held firm, locking in place. My breath caught, and the world spun as a burning, searing sensation spread from where she bit, tearing through like fire.
It hurt. God, it hurt. But the pain wasn’t what terrified .
It was her.
The bite… it was ever consuming.
Like setting my fate on stone.
The way she clung to , trembling but relentless. The way her nails dug into my skin, like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.
The way she made a soft, desperate sound against my throat, whimpering yet ecstatic.
Her fingers fisted the fabric of my shirt, holding on as if this was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Her breathing was erratic, shallow and shaky, her body pressed so tightly to mine I could feel the rapid pounding of her heart against my chest.
I struggled, but my limbs felt weak, drained, useless against her unnatural strength. “Yuki-” My voice broke, barely more than a whisper.
She didn’t stop.
I felt her lips quiver against my skin, the warmth of her breath laced with sothing close to sorrow. She was crying.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled back. A sharp breath hitched in her throat, and when I forced myself to look at her, I almost wished I hadn’t.
Her lips were stained with red, parted as if she wanted to say sothing but couldn’t. Tears streaked down her cheeks, glistening under the dim light. She looked ruined. Like she had just done sothing she couldn’t take back.
Her trembling fingers brushed over the fresh wound on my neck, barely touching, as if she was afraid she’d break . “I love you,” she whispered, her voice raw, stripped bare.
“I love you more than anything, more than life itself. I’ll need to go for a long ti… And when I co back…” She paused, and sothing in her gaze sharpened, darkened.
“I will claim you.”
The words sent a cold chill through , settling deep in my bones.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to say sothing, anything, but I couldn’t. I could only watch as she lifted her hand, saring her thumb across her lower lip, where my blood lingered like a mark of possession.
She leans in, presses a fleeting, fevered kiss against my lip one last ti.
Then, she let go.
Before I could say anything, before I could stop her, she stepped back into the shadows. The darkness swallowed her whole. A single blink, and she was gone.
The silence she left behind was deafening.
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A voice… faint, distant.
“...#$kus…”
It barely reached , just a breath of sound lost in the night. But it was enough.
The mont cracked open, reality seeping back in, and suddenly I was barely standing, alone. Trembling. The bite throbbed, the air felt heavy, and then.
Then I heard it, her footsteps.
“Markus?!”
Nora’s voice rang through the park, louder now, cutting through the quiet like a jagged blade. It carried sothing raw, sothing close to desperation. She was looking for .
I couldn’t move.
I barely had ti to think before she erged from the trees, breathless, her eyes wide and searching. Then she saw .
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Everything in her seed to freeze. Her breath, her body, her expression. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and hollow, as if soone had reached inside her and pulled sothing vital away.
Her gaze swept over in pieces, taking in every detail.
The way my clothes were stretched and rumpled, as though I had struggled. The way my lips were wet, parted slightly, as if sothing had just been taken from . The way I barely stood… shaken, unsteady, like a man on the edge of breaking.
And then her eyes landed on the mark.
I saw it then, the mont realization struck.
Her pupils shrank, her chest rose and fell, but she made no sound. Nothing. Not a single word.
She just stood there, staring, as if she had been hollowed out from the inside.
I wanted to speak, to say sothing, anything, but my throat closed around the words. I saw the way her fingers twitched at her sides, how her lips parted ever so slightly before pressing shut again.
It was worse than if she had scread.
Nora, soone who was always like a fire, like a kindling warm fla, soone who was always clingy, soone who was always chirpy, soone fierce.
Always burning with passion and… sothing alive…
But now… now she looked like sothing fragile, sothing cracked, sothing on the verge of shattering.
The dawn stretched between us, cold and unyielding.
Still, she said nothing.
Her hollow eyes latched onto , wide, unblinking. A darkness sat behind them, vast and consuming, yet unreadable.
Not empty, no- sothing was there, sothing so thick and layered that it was impossible to grasp.
A pit opened in my stomach.
I swallowed, trying to steady myself, but the silence stretched, pressing in on my ribs. The longer she stood there, unmoving, staring, the heavier it beca.
Then, she stepped forward.
A single, slow step.
I flinched.
It wasn’t her voice, wasn’t her touch, just the sheer presence of her closing in, sothing about it gnawed at the edges of my mind, like I was seeing sothing I wasn’t supposed to.
But then she moved again, and her arms wrapped around .
Warm.
Too warm.
Soft, steady, firm, but suffocating.
Her embrace pulled in, slow, lingering, curling around like ivy creeping up a forgotten wall.
My body tensed at first, caught between instinct and reason, but she only held tighter, pressing into her as if she could sohow mold us together.
Not a word left her lips, yet I could hear her. In the way her fingers traced over my back, over my shoulders, the way they dragged down my arms… retracing every place Yuki had touched.
Her breath ghosted over my skin, slow and steady.
Her fingers trailed up my neck.
They stopped at the bite.
I felt her exhale.
Then, she moved again, her hands gliding down, finding my lips, her thumb dragging over them… wet, glistening, still parted from the remnants of Yuki’s last words.
I stopped breathing.
It wasn’t emptiness in her eyes.
It was too much.
A storm of sothing indescribable, sothing deep and spiralling, sothing terrifying in its intensity.
I didn’t know if she wanted to comfort or consu .
A breath.
Then a voice.
Soft. Sweet. It startled .
“Did it hurt?”
Nora’s whisper curled around my ear like silk, smooth, careful. Too careful.
I barely had ti to react before she held tighter.
Too tight.
Her hands, once warm, grew colder, pressing into my back, my arms. Steady, unyielding.
“It’s over now,” she murmured, her voice light, airy, like a lullaby. “I’ll protect you.”
My breath hitched.
Her grip didn’t loosen.
She nestled closer, a gentle hum vibrating against my chest, a sound too soft, too soothing, as if I were sothing fragile, sothing broken.
Sothing to be fixed.
“I’ll purify you.”
The words barely left her lips before she smiled. At least, I thought it was a smile.
It was hollow. Empty. A shape more than an expression, sothing ant to comfort, but it didn’t. It couldn’t.
My vision blurred at the edges. My body sagged.
I caught sothing, just for a second… her antennae shifting, shuddering. A fine dust drifted, weightless, dissolving before I could grasp what I was seeing.
Then… nothing.
A veil of blackness slipped over , slow, creeping.
The world dulled, distant.
I was still there, but I wasn’t. My limbs, heavy. My mind, sluggish. Thoughts lting before they could form.
I felt sothing.
Hands.
Not Yuki’s.
They wandered, tracing, taking. Not gentle, not harsh… just present. Stripping of sothing, but I couldn’t tell what.
I wanted to move.
I couldn’t.
Then… I felt it.
Sothing pressed against my lips.
Soft. Wet.
And then…
It slipped inside.
I tried to move.
Tried to wrench myself free.
But my body refused to listen.
The thing wrestled in my mouth, worming its way in... burrowing, tussling against my tongue, as if it wanted to beco its new occupant.
A sharp jolt shot through my limbs, a desperate attempt to fight back, but it was all for nothing.
Every muscle, every nerve, everything inside felt muted, weighed down as if I were sinking into sothing inescapable.
I thrashed, or at least I thought I did. My mind scread for control, but my body, weak… almost useless, it could only tremble.
Then that soft thing escaped from my mouth.
I gasped, or I tried to.
A second later, it was back, pressing in, filling the space it had left behind. A sickening rhythm, an invasion that felt wrong, that left raw with helplessness.
Again.
And again.
Like clockwork, a relentless cycle.
A loop with no end.
No escape.
I was trapped in it, my mind caught between the haze of unconsciousness and the sharp, burning awareness of what was happening to .
And then-
The first pull.
A wet, slow suckling at my nape.
I froze.
My breath stilled as sothing warm, damp, latched onto my skin, lips, teeth, sothing primal.
Then it moved.
Trailing lower.
To my back.
A slow, ravaging descent.
A beast, a thing, claiming , dragging its mouth over like I was sothing to be devoured.
A shuddering breath left , my body jerking in place.
But it didn’t stop.
It only grew more intense.
More consuming.
“You’re trembling… I’ll take care of everything.”
It spoke.
And I-
I could do nothing.
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