A Vampire's Secret (Zero X Yuki and Ruca X Kaname)

Frustration

Thank you for your support! I'm really grateful that i've hit a hundred views. I'll try not to dissapoint you. Sorry i took so long.  You are free to appreciate as well as criticise my story in the comments section. And here is a chapter which comes from  Kaname's point of views.

 He had lost count of how many years he had been in love with her. She was like this magnet. She was made for all types of people. She could reel in any man she wanted. But he never seemed to figure out if it was her spell or his mistake. Why was it supposed be him.

           He was Kuran-Kaname, one of the most powerful purebloods in existence who you can never take, nor ever break. He wore his daily stoic expression over his slender, pale face. He hardly showed any expression to the public world. He was an empty basket. He had so many qualities which everyone could see. But he would wonder if he ever had anything which came straight from inside. He questioned this to himself until she came along. He got his answer.

He was a magnetic attraction, you would find it hard to look away from his gorgeous eyes. But so was she. She would not be on the same level as him when it come to beastly powers, but you could mistake her for a pureblood. He had an ice wall which no one could ever break. But she melted it with her fire.

He felt so frustrated thinking about the control she held over him. A kind of control he hated but he actually needed. He laid down on his sofa. It was night time and he had abondoned his coat outside the room. He feverishly laid a hand on his forehead and consumed the red concotion.

It was so blunt. He thought about how hard it was becoming day by day to stop thinking about the fellow vampire. He seemed to space out from time to time and he wouldn't know it.

He needed her sizzling blood on his tongue. It was like a reward for a pureblood vampire. But it was thier little secret. No one would ever know that they exchanged blood.

He remembered when he first tasted her blood. It was warm and sweet like sour honey. A drop would create an explosion in his and leave all his nerves and bones shaken. But he gave more importance to her than necassary. It was like a do-and-forget deal for vampires. They'll exchange and forget. And she was not his first tasted vampire. So why was she the only one who he kept flashing back to?

Why did he feel his heart hammering every time she would exchange a glance with him? Like she knew that he was thinking about her?

Why did she hold so much power over his mind and body without knowing?

Why did he even care about it?

Why did he even think about it?

He felt like a goddamned puddle. Since when did the Perfect President who stood so tall crumble to the feet of such a beautiful imperfection. This was like a gift and a curse. 

And you know that there is much more to her than her blood. You know you want every part of her. You know that you can't extuingish that desire. You've become too weak.

Yes he had.