Bloody Cravings (ohshc)

Chapter 5

"Why are you getting that dusty thing out?" Stefan asked as I drop an old, worn out box on my bed. When I do, a heavy cloud of dust comes up, making him and I cough.

"It's not dusty... it's just old." I open it up causing another cloud of dust.

"Well when you take the dress out of the box, do it outside." I pick it up and carry it put, before lifting it up. As I shake it out over the railing, Stefan stands next to me. "Still haven't answered me."

"Tonight, the club I'm in is hosting a medieval themed dance, so I'm required to attend or the dick behind the operation will increase my debt."

"Good luck with that. Is there anyone in that club you actually like, other than Haruhi?"

"I like all of them but one honestly. Tamaki can get on my nerves, but I guess I consider him a friend. Kyoya though, he's something else..."

"That means you like him. Doesn't it?" I feel my cheeks start to heat up and turn red, making me run back inside. Stefan let out a school girl giggle.

I go upstairs and set the dress on my bed before stripping my clothes. Knocking comes from downstairs. A moment later, after I put the dress on, knocking comes from my door. I open the door to Kyoya dressed as a prince.

"Hello Wil-"

"Why are you here?" I cut him off.

"I wanted to go over some things before the dance tonight." He says, walking into my room. I notice him looking at my cleavage, making me smirk. "What's with the smirk?"

"Oh nothing."

"Anyway, tonight you will dance with any man who asks, understood?"

"You couldn't have told me this over the phone?"

"I also wanted to make sure your wearing appropriate attire. That looks like an old dress."

"I use to wear it in Bulgaria for dances. Um...by any chance, could you help me tie this up?" He nods. i turn around and hold onto my vanity. He pulls the laces tight and ties it, making my cleavage a little more visible. "Thanks Ohtori. You can leave now." I smile.

"Yes, right. Well I'll see you at the dance." He grabs my hand and kiss it, causing me to dry heave.

After he leaves, I sit at my vanity and put my hair in a simple side braid with a rose at the top. When I'm done with my makeup, I put a jeweled necklace that used to belong to my mother. I put on a pair of white heels, making me an inch shorter than the twins.

I walk downstairs and start drinking blood bags left and right.

"What's going on with you? I haven't seen you drink like that since you first became a vampire."

"I'm supposed to dance with any guy that asks, so I'm drinking up to make sure my compulsion works."

"Smart." I look over at the time. "I should get going. I'll be back from hell around midnight."

When I got to the dance, plenty of people were already dancing. I sneak my way to the table with all the fancy rich people food.

"You look amazing, Willow." I turn to look at Kaoru.

"Well thank you. As do you." He starts to blush and I giggle.

---Kaoru P.O.V---

I put my hand on my head and look away.

"W-Would you like to dance?" I hold my hand out to her. Her smile made me smile.

"I would love to," She looks around the ballroom. "Don't you have to dance with your customers. I would feel bad if lord fuckwad got on your case." Her comment made me burst out in laughter.

"Kyoya can go suck it."

"Don't say such things." She says in an innocent tone, before giggling. Her fingers intertwined with mine and we walk over to the center of the crowd, near Hikaru.

I twirl and dip her a few times. My hand on her waste made my heart flutter, my face turning red.

"I-Is it hot in here to you...?" I ask, pulling on the colkar of my shirt.

"I don't feel to warm. Actually it's a little cold in here for me. Why don't I go get you some water.

Her hand pulls away from mine as she walks off.

"Someone's trying to get some." Hikaru winks and lightly elbows me in the arm.

"No! Shut up..." I look over at him. "She seemed lonely so I asked her if she'd like to dance, with no other intentions." Willow comes back holding a cup with a smile.

"Here you are." She hands me the drink and looks over at Hikaru. "Hey. Enjoying the dance?" He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Now, now, Hikaru." Tamaki says, walking towards us. "Hands in pockets is not very prince like. Hello Willow. Enjoying yourself, I presume?"

"Very much." M'lord grabs her hand and leads her to another part of the ballroom, slightly pissing me off.

---Willow P.O.V.---

Tamakis fingers intertwine with mine as we start to dance.

"Is this dance a lot like the ones you had back in Bulgaria?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Not really. Not as many sparkles, more candles, and someone usually ended up dying." His smile dropped.

"How did they die?"

"Either by getting stabbed or just dropped and never woke up." His face showed shock, but it quickly became a smile again.

As Haruhi walked by, Tamaki pushed me away, causing me to fall back. I close my eyes and brace my self, but instead of tile, I feel an arm on my back and behind my legs.

I open my eyes to a certain, unlikable host. Quickly, I stand up and brush myself off.

"I didn't need you to catch me." I cross my arms.

"A simple 'thank you' would suffice. And your welcome."

"Thank you." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Much better." He smirks. "Any dance requests yet?"

"Other than a certain ginger host, no." I fiddle with my fingers a little.

"Well, I hope your having a good time."

"Great time. Not enough booze though." I smile.

Up until midnight, I ate my weight in desserts and cherries, watching everyone dance. My phone starts to ring so I lean against a pillar and answer.

"Hey Stefan, what's up?"

"I need you home as soon as possible." His voice sounded horse.

"Okay...I'm on my way." He hangs up right away and I make my way to the exit, not bothering to say bye to the hosts.

When I walk into the house, I slowly walk into the kitchen. Stefan face showed sadness but also a little happiness.

"Everything alright?" I sit down, across from him.

"Rumen is alive." He looks up at me.

"I'm not an idiot, Stefan. Brother has to be dead." A part of me wanted to believe that my oldest brother could possibly be alive, but I knew he was kidding.

He turns his laptop around, showing me a Facebook page.

"What am I supposed to be looking at?" I look at the profile picture with wide eyes. "I-I'm going to bed." I stand up and walk to my room. The picture was definitely him, and even the name was Rumen Tremaine.

All of my emotions were mixed. I wasn't sure if I felt happy to know he's still alive, or angry and sad because he never came back.

After taking my dress and necklace off, I lay in bed, thinking of Rumen.