Mika X Reader: (book 3) Taro

Ch. 10- Fire

"Enough." You said softly. "Withdraw your blade from my son's neck."

The man in the mask moved the sword away, keeping it up as if to defend himself from your nonexistent attacks.

Taro coughed and clutched his throat, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

Footsteps, and a familiar smell.

It's Mikaela.

Your husbands light tapping footsteps grow louder until you feel a slight wind and hear the swishing of his cloak as he passes behind you, blond hair seeming to float and he walked.

"That's our son?" He whispered, voice filled with emotion.

You gave one, simple nod, and immediately Mikaela drew his sword.

The man in the mask pulled Taro closer to him, pointing his sword as he had done before.

"Stay back, o-or I-"

"That won't be necessary." Mikaela hissed.

He had changed so much over the years, you thought to yourself, but seeing his dark side in battle was strangely attractive.

"My sword," Mikaela muttered, hair covering his eyes, and he didn't even flinch when the thorns dug into his arm.

It seemed that, suddenly, Mika disappeared, only to reappear some ways behind the man in the mask, sword outstretched.

Faster than the eye can see.

Mikaela was truly one of the most powerful vampires ever to exist.

The man in the mask laughed, suddenly gaining confidence. "You missed, pretty boy."

Mikaela smirked, shadows over his eyes, the end of his lips curving so much a fang caught the light.

"Just... Wait."

Blood erupted from a slash wound on the man in the masks chest, and his body collapsed.

You were momentarily awed by the sight of your lover in action, at the speed and agility he had developed so much, but the spell was broken by Taro falling onto his knees.

"Taro!" You cried, rushing up to the boy's side.

He was gasping and panting, and you wrapped your arm around his torso, propping him up.

The boys hair clung to his forehead from sweat, his eyes were clenched shut, and he had weakened, unable to hold his throat anymore.

"Taro!" You called again. Of course, no response.

Hesitantly, you rolled your sleeve up your wrist, lifting the (color) skin to your lips.

You sunk your fangs into the soft flesh, making a small noise in your throat from the pain.

People who drink angels blood become temporarily stronger, swifter, with better vision and senses, along with a rush of adrenaline, but most of all, this blood is valued for it's healing powers. The longer the golden blood circulates its hosts system, the more potent it is, and after a while only a small bit can make you healthy, even if you're an inch from death, and it only get stronger.

You opened Taro's lips, dripping some of the metallic substance down his throat.

The boy's eyes opened, and his animal instincts dug his fangs into his mother's arm.

You waiting a few moments before detaching him from it, and the boy blinked, clearing his head, as the golden smile carved into his neck closed like a zipper was being pulled across it.

"Who..." The boy slurred. "Are.. You..."