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The warnings for this chapter include minor violence, minor blood, non-sexual choking, one scene that resembles sexual assault, and just a lot of Laito being Laito and making questionable decisions. Seriously, this boy needs to be stopped. If any of this bothers you, read carefully. 

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Fic below the cut!!!

The next night comes. You wake up to an uneasy feeling and a suspicious weight on your bed, somewhere around your knees.

You feel yourself sigh more than you hear it; you already have a feeling you know what’s there, and you don’t want to open your eyes and find out. Against your better judgement, you do so anyway.

It’s Laito, dressed in casual clothes and leering at you like you’re his personal plaything. You wonder if you could get away with hitting him.

Remembering that he liked it, you decide against it.

“Good evening, Bitch-chan~ Did you dream about me?” he asks, sounding disgustingly smug. Laito is lounging on your bed like he owns it, stretched out as comfortable as can be. If you weren’t pretty sure it’d end badly for you, you’d shove him off just to see his face when he fell.

“Why are you in my room?” you reply, resisting the urge to glare. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of reacting to what he does.

Laito laughs. “You’re always so cold, Bitch-chan. Don’t you know that we’re already like lovers? You were so passionate yesterday, telling me how much you hated me… Ah, it’s your fault that I’m feeling like this~”

Nothing that comes out of this boy’s mouth is ever going to make sense, you realize. You want to snap at him, but you’re afraid it would just encourage the nightmare that is dealing with Laito. Instead, you level a blank look, staring at him like you think he’s crazy. You kind of do.

Cheeks flushed, Laito leans towards you, cornering you with his body. He’s thin, you note, slender figured and almost slight. It’s strange to think that someone as strong as him could be so small.

He takes your hand in his, and you don’t do anything to resist. When he tugs you to your feet, gracefully sliding off the bed, you follow.

You’ve figured out that he likes it too much when you fight back.

When you’re on your feet, Laito pulls you close to him, looping an arm around your shoulders and keeping you close to his chest. He’s cold like something dead, and smells of some strange, heavy perfume.

It’s disgusting, and you’re reminded all over again that what you’re dealing with is far from human.

You’re walked out of the room, Laito pulling you along by the arm over your shoulders. He’s smiling and chatting all the while, going on and on about how cute and pretty you are when you play nice, and you wish that you could just hit him, if only you thought it would shut him up.

The reason why you’re not fighting him is mostly because you don’t want to encourage him. He liked it far too much when you got violent, and the last thing you want is for him to think that he has any ground with you.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you have a feeling that it’ll end in being bitten again. He’s probably just trying to get control.

Why a vampire that could overpower you in a second feels the need to establish dominance is beyond you. You’re starting to think that they’re all more insecure than they let on, for all they try to act tough.

Laito leads you through the hallways of the mansion, down a path that you don’t recognize. You’ve explored a fair amount of the house by yourself, but wherever he’s taking you is somewhere new. You don’t like it. Laito is probably trying to get you somewhere where you feel off balance, and the idea of dealing with whatever he’s plotting makes your head hurt.

Contemplating if you could get away with kicking him and walking away, you hold back a shudder when Laito kisses your cheek.

And then something occurs to you.

For all of this morning, he’s been affectionate, weirdly so. You’ve already established that he’s the sort to act like you love him if you show him the slightest bit of attention, positive or negative, and the fact that he’s treating you like some kind of lover is suddenly deeply worrying.

You’re starting to realize that lashing out at him the other day might have been seen as some kind of invitation, some kind of admittance.

Or, you hope, it’s just a case of Laito being himself. It seems in character for him to try some weird “romantic” routine in order to catch you off guard. You’ve already established that he’s a manipulator.

Eventually, Laito drags you into a room. It’s an outdoor balcony on what appears to be the far end of the mansion, overlooking a garden. It’s on the upper floor of the mansion, you note, looking down on the grounds, and in all honesty, it’s a rather pretty place. You’re immediately suspicious.

Laito’s arm is still around you, heavy and cold, and you’re increasingly filled with the urge to remove it from your shoulders and take a step away.

Quiet, for once, he leads you to the edge of the balcony, closing his eyes for a moment. On the surface, it looks like he’s just enjoying the fresh air. You’re hit with the sudden feeling that it’s something much darker.

“Hey, Bitch-chan. I love places like this, did you know?” He’s smiling, but it somehow doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a glassy look in them that makes you feel vaguely chilled, unsettled.  “I had a wonderful moment with a very special woman on a balcony, a long time ago~ Wouldn’t it be nice if we could love each other so much someday too?”

You don’t answer, and Laito tugs you closer, cold body pressing into your space. It’s uncomfortable, and you resist the urge to pull away.

He laughs again, and the sound has a hollow tone to it. You shiver. There’s something very wrong here, and you have the feeling you’re going to find out what it is. Laito’s hand strokes at your shoulder.

“Anyway, there’s a reason why I brought you here, Bitch-chan.” His voice is fake-serious, low and hushed. It’s beyond annoying.

“I had an idea, after our moment yesterday…” He sounds almost amused. “You’re a tough girl; even though your blood’s so sweet and nice, you want to fight back when I bite you. So~ I was thinking; I’ve never met a girl as brave as you, Bitch-chan, so how about I let you do things your way, hmm? I always want to make pretty girls happy, you know?”

“What do you mean by that?” you reply, suspicion heavy in your tone. For all you know, this is some kind of stupid trap. You don’t trust what Laito says for a second, especially not while he looks so happy about it.

Laito’s cheeks go redder, a slimy grin working its way across his face. He takes his arm away from you, grabs you by both shoulders instead, leaning in much too close and forcing you to look at him.

“I mean, Bitch-chan, that I want to let you fight back more. You hate me so much, don’t you? Why not show me? Why not let me know exactly how filthy you think I am? I promise I’ll love it. I’ll love you.” He’s looking at you with open arousal, open excitement at what he’s suggesting.

No. Ordering. You already know that he’s not leaving you a choice.

You think of blood dripping down his chin, the way he looked at you when you refused to back down. You think of how badly you want to knock the stupid grin off his face. You think of fangs in your stomach, forcing.

“What are you saying that I do? Hurt you? Are you really going to let me get away with that?” You tone is cold, unyielding.

The way Laito’s eyes light up makes you feel almost sick. He’s enjoying this already, you think, getting some sick enjoyment from thinking that he’s bending you to his will. You wonder what he’d do if you refuse.

“Whatever you want, Bitch-chan. I love cute girls like you, so strong and cold. You’ll like it better if you get your way. You’ll love me more when you’re making me bleed. I just want to see you fall down to pleasure with me, nfu~” There’s something arrogant in the way he speaks.

He’s expecting you to play his little game.

You don’t know what it is that makes you respond, what reason you possibly have to not just walk away and forget that this ever happened.

You want nothing to do with Laito’s idea of fun. You can tell already that he’s trying to manipulate you, get something out of you that you just don’t know yet. Maybe he’s just selfishly seeking his own pleasure.

Maybe that’s the same reason you choose to open your mouth.

“Alright. So I get to hurt you, huh? I wonder why you’d want to let me get away with something like that,” you say, words spilling out.  

Laito’s face lights up. “Exactly, Bitch-chan. You hate me. You hate me with everything you have, and I’ll love you in return~ Sounds fun, doesn’t it? I’ll make you feel so good,” he moans, and your hands clench.

You already want to knock that grin off his face.

Crooning that he’s so happy that you worked things out, that you’re going to hate him with so much passion, Laito ducks his head down to your neck, licking your skin with a cold tongue and inhaling deeply.

“Ah, you smell so sweet~ Let me have a little taste, okay?” he moans, and that’s all the warning you get before there are fangs in your skin.

The burn is starting to become familiar, and that thought isn’t a pleasant one. Laito bites roughly, shoving you back against the wall near the door. Your back hits the stone with a painful thud, and you wince.

So this is how he’s going to play.

Acting on anger, your hand goes to Laito’s hair, grabbing a handful and pulling hard, possibly rougher than the day before. Laito yelps against your skin, fangs tearing larger holes as he’s ripped away.

He asked you to do it. It’s probably not going to get you killed if you fight back. These thoughts rush through your head as you force him away.

“Get off of me,” you hiss. “If you’re going to put me in charge, we’re going to do things my way.” Shockingly, Laito obeys, licking the blood off his lips and smiling, amusement in his eyes. It’s sickening.

Without another word, you turn and leave, shoving the door open and walking away. The last thing you hear is Laito’s voice calling after you.

“We have a date tomorrow then, Bitch-chan~ I’ll come find you, and then you can show me just how passionate your feelings are.” There’s open arousal in his tone, mixed with something cheerful and delighted.

You know it’s just a game to him. He could end you anytime he feels like it, and most likely, the only thing keeping you alive at the moment is that you’re amusing to him. If he didn’t like what you were doing, if he didn’t think he was in control, you wouldn’t stand a chance. You’re well aware of what kind of disadvantage you’re at when compared to a monster

It’s disgusting that you’re being forced to play into his games. Whatever vulnerability you saw the day before is long gone, replaced with smug superiority and perverted desire.

Laito is getting his way, you know. You’re doing nothing but playing into it and giving him entertainment. He has nothing to risk with you.

You’re the one whose life is on the line.

Even so, you remember the look of shock in his eyes the first time you fought back. You caught him off guard, if only for a moment, and even if he’s managed to run with it now, he wasn’t always so at ease.

There’s a headache pounding at your temples. The heavy-perfume smell that hung over Laito has stuck to you, cloying and thick.

You fight to calm down. It won’t help you to lose your temper.

In your room, you feel slightly more at peace. The wound on your neck is dripping blood, torn open from when you yanked Laito away. The pain is somehow stabilizing, grounding, and you concentrate on the the steady pulses of pain that it gives off. You can do this. You’re not going to break.

You think of Laito’s smug grin, so self assured, and bring your hand up to press along the marks dotting your neck.

…

The next day comes. Despite the feeling of dread lodged low in your stomach, you carry on as normal, pointedly ignoring the unease.

Reiji harrasses you at breakfast, chiding you for not sitting up straight enough, for being a messy eater, and countless other little things that you never would have noticed on your own. You mostly wonder why he cares.

Through it all, you get the impression that what he’s attempting is some mix of controlling and self-elevating behavior. He’s trying to both put you down and make himself seem better, and you silently bristle a bit. Reiji isn’t one you could get away with fighting back with, but in the mood you’re in, he quickly gets lumped into the same pile of disgust as Laito.

You’re quickly deciding that you don’t like any of them very well.

Laito’s promise of a “date” today is turning your stomach. You don’t want to have to deal with him again, don’t want to have to look at his smug grin for any longer than you have to. You’re thoroughly sick of it all.

You’re sitting on your bed, flipping through more borrowed books from the library (this time on some sort of vampire history… you think) when something begins to tap at your window. A closer inspection proves it to be a small bat, holding a piece of paper in its tiny feet.

Against your better judgement, you get up to let the bat inside. It lands peacefully on your bed, releasing the paper with no fuss.

The paper itself is pale pink and floral scented. You immediately know where it’s from, and have to resist tearing the thing up then and there. Laito’s feminine, curly handwriting spells out a short message instructing you to follow the familiar– the bat, you assume– to where it takes you.

It takes legitimate effort not to toss the bat back out your window and go back to reading in peace. You have the feeling you’d be found if you tried.

Instead, you stand up with a sigh, setting your book down on the bed.

“Well? I’m supposed to be following you, you know,” you say to the bat. It chirps at you softly in response. Honestly, it’s almost cute… at least until you remember that this thing apparently belongs to Laito.

The familiar soons takes flight, and you follow it. It leads you to another part of the house that you haven’t been through yet; one of the lower floors on the side opposite you room. You notice that, while the furnishings here might actually be even more fine than in your room, there’s a significant amount of damage to things here and there.

You remember the couple of times you’ve met Subaru, and the damage suddenly makes a considerable amount of sense.

It eventually stops in front of a worryingly normal looking door. Despite the bad feeling weighing on your shoulders despite knowing that Laito is going to try something again, you knock, then slowly push it open.

Your guess turns about to be correct. The room appears to be a bedroom. The walls are dark, there’s a plush, green carpet beneath your feet, and a pair of windows let in a soft, nighttime breeze. A chair, small table, a massive, lavish bed with curtains draped behind it are the only notable furniture in the room, and you get the impression that it’s not particularly lived in. The smell of perfume is stronger here than ever.

Laito is perched on the bed, laying on his stomach, a little book open in front of him. As soon as he catches sight of you, he bursts into a sickly sweet smile, pushing the book aside and scooting over with surprising grace.

Next thing you know, he’s behind you, arms wrapped around your midsection, head leaning in much too close to yours.

“Ah, Bitch-chan, I missed you so much,” Laito croons, and you feel almost sick. “I’ve been waiting patiently to see how much my cute little Bitch-chan really hates me. Please show me your hot, passionate feelings for me today. I’ll love you every bit as much as you hate me…”

Laito’s hands are at your chest and waist, forcing contact on you that you’d never want. He ignores the way you stiffen up, and instead eases you back to the bed, pulling you down with him and leaning into a kiss.

Well, he did say that he wanted you to fight back.

It’s probably not the best thing to do, but you bite him. Hard. Your teeth sink into his lip, catching a little string of flesh, and Laito jerks back.

For a moment, you hope you may have actually hurt him.

Instead, he moans, face going red as he licks the blood off his lips. You find yourself frustrated that vampires heal so damn quickly.

He leans in again, going for another kiss, and something in you snaps. You’ve been trying to remain decently polite, trying to keep your cool, but when his hand goes straight for your chest again, barging into your space, you decide that you’ve had more than enough of pretending not to care.

You backhand Laito with as much force as you can manage, hard enough to knock his head to the side. It’s sure to bruise, if he doesn’t heal so fast it won’t have a chance too, but Laito’s face only goes more red.

While you’re highly tempted to snap at him for touching you like that, you have the feeling that it will only make him push your boundaries more.

“You hit hard, Bitch-chan~” Laito laughs, still smiling. “You’re a strong girl, huh? All that hatred, all that resistance, ah, it just makes me want to love you more and more. You’re so pretty when you’re angry, when you look at me like you want me dead, so hate me with all you’ve got, okay?”

He’s annoying. He’s infuriating. Your temper is almost at its limit, and when he leans over you again, caging you in with his body and trying to part your thighs with his leg, you absolutely can’t take any more.

“Shut up,” you hiss. “Can you be quiet for five seconds, or does that nasty mouth never quit?” The words are out of you before you can stop.

Laito moves with you when you shove him over, and that part makes you almost angrier. He’s humoring you like an adult would a small child.

On his back, he arches his hips, forcing more contact. He’s smiling like he’s enjoying himself, face red and eyes glassy with arousal. You imagine that, for a creature as strong as him, what you’ve done so far is just playing.

You wrap your hands around his throat and start to squeeze.

Laito lets you keep him pinned, moans his approval as you tighten your grip. The most he does to fight you is squirm, and you assume that’s just an attempt at making you uncomfortable. You lean your weight into your grip on his throat, half hoping he’ll shut up for good.

He asked for this, you remind yourself when the feeling of choking someone sinks in. He’s goaded you into it at every turn.

Pulse pounding in your head, the smell of perfume half choking you, you lose track of how much time you spend on top of Laito, squeezing his throat until his face starts to go a bit red.

You don’t think for second that you’re really hurting him. At best, you’re minorly annoying. Laito has already shown that he can handle whatever you dish out, and at this point, the violence is more blinding anger than any real attempt to hurt him. You just wish he didn’t like it.

Finally, Laito gets bored of playing along.

You see the change in his eyes first, the glazed look being instantly replaced with something sharp and alert. Your grip falters for just a second, but that’s enough. Laito shifts, and you can feel how much stronger he is.

Before you know what’s happening you’re on your back, hands closing on empty air. Laito flips you easily, forcing your arms above your head.

“Ah, Bitch-chan~” he croons, voice rough. “Look what you’ve done to me. I’m all excited now, and it’s all your fault. You’re going to have to make it up to me, you naughty girl. You’d like that, hmm? I can smell that you’re getting hot too, you know… Here, let me help.”

Your stomach twists, rage and disgust mingling as one. Laito sinks his fangs into the meat of your shoulder, but you barely feel it. You struggle and try to shove him off of you, better judgement replaced with sheer fury.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet. I can tell how much you like it, Bitch-chan. You hate me, but your body doesn’t lie. My fangs are arousing you, even while you want me dead~” He sounds disgustingly arrogant.

What happens next you lose track of.

Between your own anger and the blood loss, you don’t remember much more than fangs and pain, pulse thudding triple-time.

Laito leaves you in his room, half conscious on the bed. The last thing you remember of him is a laughing apology for being so rough, a promise that he truly did love every second of your passionate hatred.

The bed you’re on has the same smell as the rest of Laito, and your head throbs with every inhale. Underneath it, though, is the same dark, unpleasant note that the rest of the mansion has; the smell that you’re quickly learning to associate with the vampires themselves.

You’re bleeding, you realize. Sitting up, a rush of dizziness almost forces you back down. You look down with something like horror.

There are bite marks dotting your chest, stomach, and thighs. Your shirt is torn open, hanging off of one shoulder. Your skirt is ripped up one side and pulled up to your hips. There’s blood stains underneath you, and most of the little wounds are still weeping red.

Irritated and in pain, you steal some of Laito’s clothes for the trek back to your room. You can barely walk, blood loss making your whole body feel funny, and you wonder if Laito might have wanted to kill you that time.

Of course not. You know better. He’s having far too much fun for that.

Fortunately, you don’t run into any of the other boys on your way back. They’re probably avoiding you because you stink like their brother, you think, and you don’t know if that’ a good thing or a terrible one.

Your room is a welcome sight, but first of all, you head to the bathroom to clean up. The dried blood on your skin feels disgusting.

As you wash yourself off, you see Laito’s throat under your hands every time you close your eyes. For someone who told you that you could be in charge, he sure didn’t follow through properly, and you find yourself wondering if the boy even knows how to give up control. The whole time, he acted like he was just playing a game, always staying far enough on top that you couldn’t exert any real control. It’s arrogance, most likely.

Well aware that you lost your temper, you force yourself to think over the experience, trying to place what all went wrong. You know that losing yourself and resorting to plain violence didn’t help you any.

Laito is much too tough to hurt in the normal ways. You’re never going to overpower him, and you can’t think of what would actually do him harm.

It occurs to you that his pride is a weakness.

He thinks that he’s above you. He thinks that you’re some toy that he can play with as he sees fit, do with whatever he pleases.

The one moment when his composure broke was when, for an instant, he wasn’t entirely in charge of the situation.

It was easy for Laito to claim that he wanted you to be in charge. The whole time, though, you were doing what he wanted. It was his idea for you to react with violence, for you to grow angered and lash out. He’d been able to turn the situation around the whole time.

He played at your weaknesses and took control, even while claiming that he wanted you to do the same. You don’t know if was an open lie, or if he honestly just has no idea how to act in a situation where he wasn’t playing everything to his favor.

You imagine that a vampire would never have been in an experience where a human was a legitimate threat to him. He has no reason to fear a human, even one who equally has no fear for him.

Bravery may have made you special, but anger reduces you to the level of anyone else who bought into Laito’s tricks.

Deciding then that you won’t play his game again, that you won’t let yourself lose your temper and do what he expects you to, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that this isn’t a situation you’ll easily win. You’re in a house of monsters, and you have to be at your absolute best.

You hurt when you lay down, bite wounds dotting your body aching with every little move. Laito did a number on you, and you fell for it all.

But you’ve realized now what needs to change.

Laito still doesn’t scare you, and he probably never will. The worst he can do is hurt you, and he’s already done plenty of that. You’re still more angry than afraid, and you know that’s the problem.

As you fall asleep, the emptiness of Laito’s room is suddenly brought to the front of your mind. It was abnormal, almost like the person who lived there didn’t have quite enough personality to fill the room, and that stands out to you. There was something decidedly wrong about it all, something that, dare you think it, seemed almost telling.

Perhaps Laito isn’t quite as untouchable as he seems to be.

You’re determined not to make the same mistakes again. You’re not going to lose your temper anymore. You’re not going to let Laito win.