Entropy

Chapter Seventeen: Bitemarks

Polnareff was trying to explain what he saw last night to the others after he joined them for breakfast before training and planning, "I'm not kidding, those two were insane, Santana's ribs ripped right through those trees!" "Yeah, that sounds like Santana.," Joseph said and took a drink of his beverage, "Did you see Wamuu use his divine sandstorm technique? Now that is something to behold." "I did. Those winds were incredible, I don't know how you survived, Mr. Joestar.," Polnareff spoke. "I only barely escaped, Polnareff.," the older man spoke, "Those attacks are absolutely devastating."
Caesar made a chuckle, "You have something else to say, I can tell by that smile." "You are smiling quite a bit for have witnessed the sparring match between Santana and Wamuu.," Avdol spoke. The Frenchman placed his hand to his pinkened cheeks and grinned, "Oh non, I have."

"What is it?," Jotaro asked, "Were you looking at the snowmen again?" "Even better.," Polnareff said as his blue eyes sparkled, "I actually saw (y/n)! She is completely fine!" "You did? I didn't think they would let her outside, the escape risk is too high.," Kakyoin said, "At least, that's what I would think if I had her held captive." "She looked like she was enjoying watching those two fight. And she looked really nice in those new clothes." "New clothes?," Caesar inquired, "Why would Kars and the others let her have new clothes?" "Unless they don't want to hurt her at all.," Joseph spoke. "I don't know how, but it looked like she was even more pretty than before. The colors and the way those clothes wrapped around her..," Polnareff began to speak before he was given a harsh look. "Stop thinking with your second head.," Joseph scolded.
Polnareff sat down from his standing position. Kakyoin chuckled, "You and (y/n) get along very well now, Polnareff. It's almost like you two like each other." Joseph made a grin and looked at Polnareff, "Is this True, Polnareff? Do you like her?" "This is Polnareff, of course he does.," Jotaro spoke and drank some of his drink. The Japanese teen was given a glare from the Frenchman. Avdol chuckled from seeing his friend be teased.

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In the castle across the large field from Saint Moritz, (y/n) and Santana slept. The young human woman was held to Santana's broad and muscular chest. Her warm back pressed against his bare chest as he held her. She seemed to fit in his arms like that, like a puzzle piece. The two were deep in sleep, the shuffling of the vampires outside of their room did not bother them. Santana's face was next to her hair, her scent wafting into his nostrils every time he breathed. His breathed warmed her head. He hugged her closer after a dream made him react. His face was closer to her neck and shoulder. He could smell her even better. His face was so close to her skin. He started to lick at her skin in his sleep.
The soft sensations did not bother (y/n) as she huddled closer for warmth. Her mind filled with visions of places and future events. They were going to sleep the day away again. Nothing was going to disturb them. Santana stopped licking the human woman and went back to be in motionless in their sleep. Hours passed as they rested together like that.

(Y/n) awoke to feeling a soft and wet sensation on her shoulder. It was warm. She felt Santana's arms squeezing her under her breasts. He was basically touching her breasts again. The young woman woke up and shook sleep from her mind as she kept feeling the sensation against her skin. It kept happening. Warm and slimy feeling against her shoulder. She looked back and saw Santana licking her skin in his sleep, he was probably reacting to her scent. What the exact reason was, she did not know, yet she knew she had to put a stop to this and get out of his arms. She had to get up for today, it was time for her to be fed again. She had not eaten in a while and it was making her stomach hurt.
Santana's tongue ran from her shoulder up to her neck. The feeling was strange yet somehow good. The young woman wriggled a bit to get free from his arms, only to be squeezed back tighter. 'Why is he so stubborn?," the young woman asked herself and reached her hand up to rub his arms, hoping that would make him relax enough for her to take his arms off of her. It was not, although it did cause the vermillion haired pillar to slow down how much he was licking. Her shoulder was wet.