In the half-light of morning the street was eerie. It wasn't just that it was a still day; the air simply didn't move. The leafy avenue was bereft of noise, as if every murmur and rustle was stolen away in the night. The sky was empty, not just of birds, but of clouds also. There was no weather at all; even the sunlight felt cold. I was about to retreat inside when from the distance came a series of tinny clangs. It was like the sound of an old can bouncing down the road after a wedding car, but without the engine rumbling or the hiss of tires on wet asphalt. It grew louder, then softer, then louder again. At first it appeared to come from in front, then from behind. In only moments the noise was coming from every direction, getting closer, louder, more frantic...

I felt a whoosh as a gust of air ruffling my hair and I moved quickly to see who it was but the person in question had disappeared. I turned to walk towards the door when suddenly a pair of strong arms gripped mine.

“Sorry, little vixen,” the voice hissed in my ear, “you’re not going anywhere.”

Without wasting any time, I was lifted over the owner’s shoulder and darted. He darted into my house and kicked my front door shut. I screamed and struggled to kick, but the person held my legs and pinned me down.

I was about to let out another piercing scream when the person who kidnapped me flipped me off his shoulder and tossed me onto my queen-sized bed.

“Get away from me, you disgusting ert!” I yelled, my eyes fierce and narrowed.

“I am not a ert. I am Kai.”

With those final words, I felt the excruciating pain of his fangs puncturing my neck, ripping into my veins. His hands that had previously been on either sides of my body were now gripping it tightly to hold me upright. My fingers acting on instinct reached out to grasp on to whatever they could find, clutching the material of his black shirt desperately.

My breath came out in staggered gasps, I was barely breathing at all. I was in too much shock to be able to scream, my cries instead coming out in barely audible moans of pain.

His fingers releasing my chin moving to the back of my neck, gripping it tightly he pulled me closed to his mouth. His fangs sunk deeper into my neck causing me to release a strangled cry. His lips moved roughly against my skin, to the outside perspective, it might seem that I was receiving a passionate kiss from a lover. Have a reality check and it was far from that. Beneath those lips his tongue harshly against the gaping wound his fangs had dug, probing underneath the skin to taste the blood within. I could feel small droplets escaping from the confines of his lips, rolling down my neck creating a crimson trail as they went.

Oh god, this was excruciating

I felt myself on the verge of blacking out. Struggling to stay awake, I clutched onto my kidnapper’s shirt tightly, trying to grasp onto my conscious mind. However it was a losing battle.

I drifted into consciousness. And then back out. The world was a blur, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of my thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. A tap on my shoulder momentarily brought me back to the outside world, but after a second I was once again lost. I could feel somebody trying to look at me, staring dead in the eye, but I couldn't keep focus. The whole world simply felt low resolution, a bad quality movie. Confusion blossomed in my heart and I knew that sooner or later I would need to wake up. But for now I lay down my heavy head, and retreated into wallowing blackness.

“I’ll take you home.”

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I awoke to the feeling of numbness throughout my body. Initially I wasn’t even sure if I was awake or still dreaming. Slowly, my eyelids fluttered open.

I had to be dreaming.

My mind was starting to fail, like an engine that turns over and over, never kicking into action. I couldn't formulate a thought. Every action could lead to more pain and there was no way out of this house. No way out. I brought my hand to my throat, no blood. I glanced at the floor, no trap door.

I was sitting on a large black chair with velvet padding on the seat and back, my arms loosely propped on the arms rests. I looked down at myself. My eyes widened at what I was wearing. I was wearing a short black silk dress that barely covered my bum with a red shawl over it. Feeling uncomfortable by the very low cut of the dress and how much cleavage it was showing, I pulled the shawl tightly to my chest in an attempt to conceal as much as I could.

My hands brushed against my hair while grasping onto the shawl and I couldn’t help but notice how soft my hair felt underneath my fingertips. It was styled in loose waves. I shrugged my shoulders.

The room appeared to be a large and spacious dining room. The walls were black and blood-red drapes were drawn shut across the windows, giving an eerie atmosphere. The room was dimly lit with only one source of light coming from the candle lit crystal chandelier above. A few other candles were placed on the long black cloth covered table I was seated at.

Glancing across the table, I felt my heart beating erratically. Someone else was in the room. Sitting at the head of the table in a chair much larger than the one I was sitting in, was a large figure hidden in the shadows.

“You’ve awoken,” his voice was low and carried a certain edge to it that immediately sent a shiver up my spine.

What is this idiot saying?!

I must be dreaming. Yes, that’s it. This is such a vivid dream.

Shaking my head which still felt extremely clouded, I narrowed my eyes trying to look through the darkness and notice any distinguishing features of the stranger. This person so far had spoken two words and I could barely see him, yet I was feeling extremely intimidated. Currently I wanted nothing more than to escape the overwhelming dark presence that I was feeling from him.

Unsure of what I was supposed to do, I settled for nodding in response to his statement.

“Princess, you lost a lot of blood. Eat.”

Glancing down at the table in front of me, I noticed expensive looking silverware. Apart from that, there was a drumstick which was drizzled with pomegranate dressing all over. There were also croissants on a plate. And a goblet with clear liquid which I assumed to be water.

His words echoed in my mind until it felt like the clouded haze hindering my thoughts suddenly vanished. My eyes  widened as the memories of what had happened before I lost consciousness suddenly came flooding back to my mind.

Hesitantly, I raised my one of my hands, while the other was clutched at the material of the shawl, and gingerly touched the wound on my neck. With slight tears b over my brown waterline, I gently brushed my fingers over the skin.

As soon as my fingers made contact with the skin, I let out a pained cry before retracting them in an instant.

“Who…who are you? What d-do you want f-from m-me?”

Within a split second the figure from the chair had appeared at my side. His hands grasped tightly on the arms of the chair I was in, trapping me inside. He slowly began to move his face closer to mine. I watched in a state of entranced horror as a handsome face began to transform into a beautiful monster. His hazel eyes swirled into red and his lips pulled back into a crooked smile, revealing his fangs.

My breathing began to turn into shallow pants and I felt myself choke down a sob as he brought his lips to the side of my neck opposite to that of my bite. His teeth pierced my skin deliberately slow. I let out a small whimper of pain, but unlike my last experience of being bitten by I assumed who was him, he didn’t dig his fangs below the skin’s surface. Instead he pressed his lips lightly to the shallow graze and the little droplets of blood that had gathered there.

“You still haven’t recovered yet, princess. Eat.” He commanded.

I think he thought I was supposed to be dazed by his commands but I was not.

I shook my head fervently. "No!"

I pulled back both my arms and hid them behind my back. 

In the next moment, I felt a hard hand strike across my tender cheeks. The electrifying pain made my eyes glassy. 

“As expected.” His voice echoed throughout the room.

The vampire moved so he was standing beside the chair I was sitting in, menacingly leering down at me. With a movement so quick, I didn’t even realize what he was doing, he reached down to rip the shawl I was clutching from my shoulders. Tossing it to the side, his lips quirked up into a faint smirk as he shamelessly ogled at my barely covered chest.

“I don’t need my voice nor my eyes to control you. Now, EAT!”

Feeling sick to my stomach I leapt out of the chair, I leapt out of the chair. So many thoughts were racing through my mind all at once that I was unable to think rationally. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was but all I know was I had to get out of here before more than my blood would be taken from me. My bare feet hit the black marble floors as I sprinted towards a large set of double doors at the other end of the room. Unfortunately, before I could make more than 3 steps I felt a strong arm reach out to snake around my waist and yanked me backwards against a solid chest.

Before I could register everything that happened seconds ago, I was spun around and my back was slammed down onto the very hard table. Disoriented, I tried desperately to focus on my surroundings. Pitch black was all I could see. Despite all the darkness, I could feel a weight on top of me and something shift between my legs.

I felt like I was in a trance as I noticed his features. The boy wore a loose black silk shirt with leather cuffs and black trousers. However, he got better the more I looked. His rich chocolate hair had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green .This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome.

Realizing what he was doing, I reached my arms up and used whatever strength I had left in me to push him away. He was too strong. My efforts were fruitless. I was like a child and he was like an adult, stealing candy from me.

Grunting in frustration, I turned my head to look for anything that could be used as a weapon as the vampire above me ripped the buttons of his loose black shirt up pulling it off his body. My eyes traced his perfectly sculpted muscles.

Snap out of it!

Frantically, I felt the area above me for a knife but found it was out of my reach. Hearing the sound of him removing his belt, I knew I had to try something else. Stretching my arms as far as I could, I barely managed to get a hold of the crystal goblet. Without any hesitation, I swung the goblet. My heart skipped a beat when the goblet made contact with his pale skin. The heavy crystal shattered and burnt into ashes and I watched as some shards dug themselves into his face. A large cut opened from his cheek all the way to his jawline.

“Ow,” He said the word sarcastically. A smirk slowly formed on his lips.

As soon as it opened, the wound closed up by itself. I watched wide-eyed as it healed. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. His healing powers quickly vanished from my mind as I noticed that his eyes were beginning to swirl to red once more.

 “Let me go.” My voice made out of my lips more like a croak than a whisper.

I turned my head once more and shut my eyes, afraid of his reaction. Grasping my neck tightly, my eyes shot open in shock to meet the red irises I never wanted to look into again.

“I can’t.”

Numbness filled my body.

Moving his hand to the back of my head, he grasped my hair painfully tight before yanking me up into a sitting position.  And with that he pulled me against his body so tightly that I could barely breathe. All of a sudden, his lips crashed into mine.

I made a high pitched noise of objection and immediately tried to push him away but he was too strong. One arm was wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him to the point where he was right in between my legs, our clothed region pressed right against each other.

“Do you want to know why?”

His hand that was holding my face was released to run my back and grab a hold of my bum. I immediately pulled my lips away from his and turned my head away from him. His lips remained on my body, harshly on my neck before moving their way up to the shell of my ear.

Kai gripped my wrist tightly and held it right in my face. I could feel the blood draining from my face.

The skin the tattoo was imprinted on was a bright red, contrasting sharply with the black lettering on my wrist. The calligraphy was narrow and elegant, curving in tendrils over my skin almost seductively.

Cygne noir.

“You are completely under my command…”

His words echoed in my mind as I watched my hands sliding up from his chest which I had been pushing against, to rest in his hair.

“You are to do everything I say…”

I ran my fingers through his soft brown strands before gripping onto them tightly and pulling his lips down to meet mine once more.

“Kiss me passionately.”

I pressed my lips harshly against his before parting mine slightly to run the tip of my tongue along the entrance of his lips. In response, he slipped his tongue out to meet mine before inserting it into my mouth. I tilted my head backwards allowing him to delve deeper into my mouth, my own tongue circling his. I felt his hands move across my body to rest on either side of my waist before he paused to break the kiss.

“Don’t move.”

I quickly realized I was under his control as I felt my body stiffen. I tried moving my hand but couldn’t even manage a small movement out of it.

In a span of less than a second, I felt his hands grip a hold of the dress I was wearing before yanking harshly on the material, tearing it off completely. In an instant, the lingerie I was wearing was torn leaving me completely exposed before him.

Kai eyed my body as if I was something to devour as he removed his trousers. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled them above my head before pushing my body down into the table. With the leather belt, he made quick work of binding them together, putting me in a more vulnerable and submissive position than the one I had already been.

His finger trailed from my to down below.

Cygne noir.

My sadness was like a flowing river, cold and unending. It washed all the goodness out of me and left me a mere shell of what I had once been. Pearls of water rolled down my cheeks.

I was his Black Swan.

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This is so unrelated XD I'll try to have anothe chapter that is daddyKai! related :DD

I really like Rainbow's new song ^^ (totally random~~)