Love Bites (Literally)

(BEFORE WE START THIS WONDERFUL BOOK I WANT TO SAY SOMETHING, kikidori is from London and so is Haruna)

The neon lights of the city flickered, buzzing like dying fireflies in the night. Rain dripped off the rooftops, slicking the streets with a sheen of oil and filth. The smell of human sweat, desperation, and overpriced cologne thickened the air. Perfect hunting ground.

Haruna adjusted her choker in the reflection of a bar window, pouting at her own flawless undead beauty. She had that soft, delicate look—big, dark eyes, doll-like lips, and the kind of skin that looked airbrushed even in bad lighting. Wrapped in black lace and a corset tight enough to stop human lungs, she was every gothic dream wrapped in an adorable nightmare.

Kikidori, standing beside her, was the opposite. Where she was small and delicate, he was tall and sharp-edged. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, silver rings on his fingers—he looked like a vampire who fronted a rock band when he wasn't drinking blood. His hair, black as a raven's wing, always looked perfectly messed up, even in the rain. And his eyes? Pure abyss.

They didn't hold hands. Vampires didn't do things like that in public. They weren't some lovesick teenagers, after all. They were predators.

"This one," Haruna whispered, nodding towards a man leaning against the bar, already three drinks in.

Kikidori exhaled. "Figures. You always pick the ones that reek of cheap whiskey."

Haruna smirked, swaying her hips as she stepped forward. "Maybe I like my prey to taste like bad decisions."

Kikidori rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, watching as his wife worked her magic.

Haruna approached the man, brushing a pale hand down his arm, tilting her head just enough to make her throat look enticingly bare. He swallowed, eyes darting to the exposed skin above her corset.

Idiot.

Within five minutes, he was stumbling out the back door with her, laughing at nothing, drunk off her scent more than the alcohol. The alley was dark, damp, and smelled like bad choices. Haruna pinned him against the wall, running her fingers over his chest, feeling the pulse beneath.

He grinned. "You're... uh, you're really pretty."

She smiled sweetly. "I know."

And then she sank her fangs into his throat.

Warm, thick, alive—his blood filled her mouth like the richest wine. His heartbeat pounded for a moment, then slowed. Slowed. Slowed. Until... nothing.

She dropped his lifeless body onto the pavement and wiped her mouth with a napkin she had conveniently stolen from the bar. Because being a vampire didn't mean you had to be a slob.

Just as she turned, she saw Kikidori across the street, his arm around a blonde woman, whispering something in her ear that made her blush. Within seconds, they disappeared into the shadows.

Haruna sighed and adjusted her skirt.

Ah, marriage.

She turned back towards the bar, fully prepared to go home and enjoy a nice post-murder snack in front of the TV, when something small and annoying launched itself at her legs.

"Haruna, why did you leave me at home?!"

Haruna groaned. "Coraline. What are you doing here?"

The black vampire cat flicked her tail and licked her fangs. "You left me with him," she hissed.

"Him" meant Kikidori.

And, as if summoned, Kikidori appeared beside them, wiping his mouth, looking effortlessly cool as usual.

"She's your cat," he muttered. "You should deal with her."

"I'm not a cat, I'm a creature of the night," Coraline snapped. "And you're an idiot."

Kikidori smirked. "And you're annoying."

Haruna sighed.

They were undead, immortal, bloodthirsty hunters… and yet this was her life.

The End of Chapter 1.