Vᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴍᴏᴏɴ |ᵛᵃⁿⁱᵗᵃˢ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵃʳᵗᵉ|

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As you arrived at the scene, your blood ran cold at the sight before you. Vanitas was falling from the chandelier, and it took you a moment to react and catch him in your arms. Your legs felt weak and your heel clicked as they touched the floor. The impact of the landing caused your mask to fall off.

The dark sky beamed down at your skin as you let out an exhale. The man you had caught, Vanitas, was still in your arms, raising his hands to his forehead as his back ached within your embrace. "What did you do this time, Vanitas," you thought, slightly irritated.

You set him down on his feet, and he brushed off some dust from his clothes. You retrieved your fallen mask and placed it back into its proper position. As you did, you couldn't help but caress your neck where Jeanne had bitten you earlier, feeling a sudden thirst for blood.

It had been a long time since you had drunk blood. You had promised yourself that you wouldn't drink again after you had grown sick of all the hideous memories that still haunted you. As you clutched tightly around your neck, lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice ' dull blue eyes roaming over your body until they stopped at the spot where you were clenching. 

You snapped back to reality when you heard Vanitas talking to you, and you shivered as you met his demanding gaze. "Who did it?" he asked, his voice firm and insistent.

You mentally prepared yourself for this question, but you still felt a sense of unease. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to act clueless.

Vanitas wasn't fooled by your act, and he started to walk closer to you as you stepped back, but soon your back hit the top rail and you had nowhere to go. You looked away, trying to avoid his gaze, but he didn't like how you were acting and reached out to take off your mask. He then lifted your chin, forcing you to face him, and raised his other hand to pull slightly at the upper part of your dress.

You gasped in surprise, feeling your cheeks flush with color, knowing all too well what he meant. You tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong, and you knew that you couldn't escape his scrutiny, you were too weak to move. 

  A/n: You know what I mean 👀

"Tell me who," Vanitas demanded again as you looked into his bright blue eyes with your pastel blue and pink ones.

"It was Dar- I mean Jeanne," you admitted, feeling a sense of guilt and shame wash over you. "I saw that she needed blood after I found out, and I offered mine."

Vanitas scoffed, knowing you better than anyone. He knew that you never gave your blood to anyone, and this was the first time. "I can't believe you would do something so foolish," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

You couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, feeling a sense of defiance rising within you. "It's not foolish," you said, standing your ground. "I did it because I wanted to, and I don't regret it."

"Judging by your appearance, she took quite a bit, didn't she?" Vanitas asked as he rubbed your cheek. You nodded in response, too tired to talk.

"But... if she did take a large amount, then you'd need some as well, right?" he tilted his head to the side in an innocent manner, clearly showing his collar and neck area.

"Vanitas... we've talked about this. I won't drink anyone's blood," you said firmly, stepping away from him. 

"It's been years, Miku... You haven't drunk any blood since then... Wouldn't you at least take a small sip of my blood, Cherie?" cut you off, his voice soft and pleading as he loosened his collar to expose his fair skin.

You gulped, feeling a mixture of desire and fear. The thought of drinking from Vanitas was tempting, but you didn't want to risk hurting him or anyone else.