Bloody Cravings (ohshc)

Chapter 9

---Kyoya P.O.V.---

I put my hands up in the air, not knowing what I should do. It felt satisfying to have her soft lips pressed against mine, but she was drunk so I knew this was wrong. I gently place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. she opened her  eyes to look at me and she looked confused. "Willow, I think it's time that you go to sleep."

She grabbed my shoulders tightly and pulled me on top of her, biting her lip. "But I'm not tired yet..." I felt two hands on my ass, my eyes widening. Quickly, I sit up, realizing I'm now straddling her hips. I get off of her. 

"Why don't you go get on my bed and get ready, okay?" She nods, walking up to my bed, tripping a couple times on the way there. I grab my cellphone and call up Stefan.

"Hello?" He yawned, and because it's late, I'm guessing I had just woken him up. 

"Hello, it's Kyoya Ohtori. Your sister, Willow, well how do I put this...is kinda trying to rape me." Stefan starts laughing. "And since I have stopped hearing rustling from my bed, she's either passed out, laying down down naked, or both. By the way, I would've thought vampires had a higher alcohol tolerance." 

"Most do, but not Willow. Look, chances are she fell asleep. If she is naked, just wrap her in a blanket and lay her on the floor. If she's not, then lay her on the floor without the blanket. Anything else?" 

"What if she's not asleep?"

"Then stall her until she is." Without another word he hung up on me. I sigh and walk up to my bed. I'm relieved, yet somewhat disappointed that she lay there fully clothed. Since she was dressed, I decided to scoot her over and lay down next to her, pulling the covers over the both of us.

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

---School Late At Night---

Kyoya held his hand out to me, with a smile I've never seen before on him. "This way M'lady." His voice was calm and soft.

Hesitantly, I take his hand, letting him lead me into the school's ballroom. When we stepped inside, the sound of a string quartet flooded the room, but it was just him and I.

I looked down at us. He was dressed in a lovely black suit. Something the men in my village would wear at the annual ball, back in fourteenth century Bulgaria. I was dressed in an emerald colored gown that once belonged to my mother.

Kyoya took my right hand in his, place his left hand on my waist. After placing my hand on his shoulder, he started leading our dance. "Kyoya, what are-" My words were cut off by his lips pressing against mine.

The feeling was so familiar, but I couldn't tell why. Kyoya pulled away, stopping our dance.

Keeping our fingers interlocked, he led me to balcony. Our clothes had changed to regular twenty-first dance attire.

Kyoya took both, my hands in his. Leaning in close, he whispered to me. "I love you..."

"Kyoya, I..."

I groan as an alarm that I don't recognize goes off. I open my eyes and see an in-process-of-waking-up Kyoya. My first reaction was looking under the covers to make sure we were still dressed.

"Don't worry, nothing happened last night." Kyoya said, looking over at me.

"Well, I'm guessing since I don't remember last night, I got really drunk." I stretch and sit up.

"Yes, very. It was quite amusing actually. By the way," He stood up. "You mumble in your sleep." I blushed thinking of my dream last night. "But nothing to audible." Queue the sigh of relief.