. like a suicide - open

[sakura naito;;]

your mouth is like a suicide.
talking like you never died.
automatic charisma.
for your chemical mind.
i'll suffer for you.

The night was quiet, peaceful, serene, absolutely delightful. Not a cloud in the sky...or at least none were visible from underneath the dense shelter of the trees. There was no breeze, no plaguing zephyr that tore through the forest. Despite the dark setting, the deep forest, there was nothing frightening about this scene...aside from the cynical giggles that could be heard from a good distance away.

"Neko-sama, allow me to cordially introduce to you our newest guest of honor; Misuta-Kyo."

For anyone familiar with the sickeningly-sweet voice, it would be absolutely crystal-clear what was going on in the depths of the forest. A tea party, of course. For this event, due to its less than immaculate setting, a black and gray checkered, fluffy blanket was laid over the somewhat damp ground in a clearing in the trees. On it was the typical set-up; a porcelain tea set, a bowl of strawberry hard candy, enough tea cups to go around, and guests sitting around the entire blanket, a cup with a spoon in front of each of them. The only thing that separated this tea parties from the others that the blonde damsel had hosted was this new guest. Misuta-Kyo - Mr. Kyo - wasn't her typical stuffed doll. He was a human - alive with warm blood running through his veins, and, most importantly, he was actively participating in the little get-together, unlike the inanimate stuffed animals.

Now, you may be asking yourself, why exactly would a grown man partake in such an event as this? Well, that question suggestion that the mortal had a coice...which Kyo didn't. Of course 'Kyo' wasn't the poor mortal's real name, but what the giggling blonde called him was yet another thing the man had no choice about. After all, if this Kyo had a choice about anything in this situation, there's no way in hell that he would willingly stick around and be subjected to the obnoxiously childish torture Sakura had to offer.

So, how exactly was the hostess of the tea party, Sakura, keeping her guest in line? the name of the game is puppetry - the blonde vampire had complete and utter control over her newest doll. No matter what she wanted her human pet to do, regardless of what she asked for, everything went by her own rules. After all, if her little dolls refused to cooperate, her tea party would be ruined. And if Sakura's precious party was interrupted - no matter how placid, innocent, and harmless Sakura appeared to be at times - there would be blood to pay. If nothing more, at least a spoon would be flung.

"Misuta-Kyo, would you like a piece of candy?" the blonde lass asked, holding out a porcelain bowl filled with delicately wrapped strawberry sweets. Her hands were clad in pure white lace gloves, which covered her pale skin up to her forearm. Of course Sakura was in her typical outfit - a lolita dress, this one was baby pink with white lace. Her bleached blonde hair was styled in delicate curls and a large, white and pink bow was fastened on the center of her head. She was wearing plain white tights and her shoes were an adorable pair of pink and white mary-janes.

"Here, take a piece, Kyo-dono."

With her second words, the man referred to as Kyo took a piece of candy, replying in a monotonous tone with words that Sakura would be pleased with - of course. "Arigatou gozaimasu," he said, the tone of his words drab. "You're welcome, Kyo," Sakura chimed in with a giggle, her words as sing-songy as ever. She, of course, planned on having fun with her new pet, but not for too long. She had only be in possession of the mortal for, what, fifteen minutes? Maybe slightly more. Sakura was comparable to a child in nearly every mental way - her interest in new toys was that of a child's, as well. Of course, her Kyo caught her interest just as much as Mr. Kitty did - who was sitting on her lap, being stroked lovingly - but only for the moment. Like most children, Sakura would lose interest in her new doll rather quickly, but Kyo wasn't the type of doll that she could just store away in a toy chest - not to mention that her puppetry abilities wouldn't allow her to be in possession of him for that long, that would most likely kill her if she attempted that. The blonde damsel planned on getting rid of her new toy as soon as her tea party was over. I do hope I don't have to go into detail on how she planned on getting rid of him; that should be a bit self-explanatory.

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[Scarlett]

"I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me
For me."

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"Perfect, Scarlett! I don't even need to be her to instruct you, you're doing fine on your own! Great! Last shot... Allright, people, that's a wrap. Let's get this sh*t packet and go home! This forest is creeping me out." So said the director and photographer of the shoot.

If only you knew Scarlett thought to herself, as she got up from the forest ground. The blue dress was pretty and elegant, but it wasn't really her style at all. The dress was no match for her eyes, that were much more blue and incredibly captivating. She was surrounded by a thousand lights and alot of people packing it all down in the different trucks around. She had been here for 6 hours straight, posing for 10 outfits, but she got the job done like the pro that she was. The cold didn't even get a chance to grab her bodyheat, and take it away from her, as her agent came over, and snuggled a blanket over her. The agent named Figaro was a pretty good guy all in all, but he treated her like a child. Maybe it was because she was so precious to him, his big star. What the hell, she didn't know. She walked towards her trailer to get changed, finally she could relax and go home. She wasn't in the mood for partying tonight, she was exhausted, to put it gently.

"When should I be at the airport?" A soft voice spoke, it sounded like it belong to a little girl, but it was Scarlett's voice that her agent was able to hear in the trailer. Stylists zipped her dress open and took it off of her, as she looked over her shoulder with a questioning look pierced at her agent. "At 9 AM you should be in the airport. Shall I pick you up, darling?" He spoke with a heavy italian accent, as he smiled and flashed his pure white, though of course fake, teeth. She nodded, and went into her bedroom in her trailer. She wasn't livingin luxury today, but the shoot was for a top fashion designer, so saying no to this shoot had been no option. But of course it was her agent that booked all of Scarlett's jobs, she didn't really have much to say in this. Of course she could refuse some jobs, but far from most jobs, she had to pay her rent on her three appartmens. Her parents money didn't cover it all, but she got by fine.

I wonder if alot of vampires hangs out in this forest. But why whould they? There's no food around besides animals... I dought that vampires eat animal blood too. Scarlett's thoughts about vampires was indeed not something she shared. It was one of her biggest secrets she had to keep. Besides, if she told anyone about her meeting with a vampire, they would arrest her immediatly, and put her in some mental house far far away from parties, boys, and well... life.

She was quick about getting out of the trailer, and now she was dressed in something as simple as a white tank top, and some black, tight jeans, holdning elegantly on to her skinny legs. She was heading for a stroll, not because of the pleasure that a stroll could give with its nature and such, but because she needed to make a "phone call", a code for making herself feel pain. The agent put a big, black jacket across her shoulders, his own long jacket. "We're leaving in half an hour honey, don't get lost in the woods! Should I come with you? Scarlett, did you hear me? Scarlett!" That agent had to be the most caring and GAYEST man alive, but of course, when it comes to the caring part, he only wanted her to be safe and sound, so he wouldn't end up on the street because he wouldn't be able to pay his rent on his huge house in Italy, Rome, if it weren't for her existence. Sometimes she wished him far far away from her, like right now. Not that she had anything against him making a living, she didn't, she was using him to do the same.

... He wasn't her friend, but her boss, employee, or whatever...

The setting was about half a mile from where a little vampire girl would be having her "cute little tea party". No one could see anything in this forest however, if it wasn't for the thousands of lights that had been put up to have the right lighting for the pictures. But still with all these lights, no one had bother to look for such beings as a little vampiregirl, they had not even given the time to look around in the forest. They were all about the setting, but that was of course everyones job on the set. Of course Scarlett didn't have the slightest clue either, that she was walking right towards a vampire. Had she known she would have been running back screaming by now.

But all she could think about was the razorblade waiting for her body, in her pocket. She walked fast down a hill towards some random place that he could be safe from anyone knowing, what she was doing. She managed to trip over her own feet, and fall down the hill until she hid the ground and ending of the hill. "F*ck!" She couldn't help herself from sharing that naughty word with the silent forest she was burried in.
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[sakura naito;;]

i'll suffer for you.

Sakura was absolutely oblivious to the happenings in the other half of the forest; the shoot, the lights, the camera, everything, she was completely oblivious of it. Sure, she could hear the footsteps and, if she tried hard enough, she could barely sniff out the faint scents of humans. But did she? Of course not; the blonde damsel was too busy, too absorbed in her own little world to notice anything out of place. She was too busy focusing all of her attention on her little pet and on what her Mr. Kitty was periodically telling her.

"My Kyo-chan, would you like some more candy? You're being a good boy, yes, you are! Isn't that right, Neko-sama? Yes, he deserves more candy."

Sakura gave a noticeable smile as she lifted her glass bowl of candy in her human pet's direction once again, watching as he took a piece of candy and, in a move that proved the extent of Sakura's control over him, thoughtlessly popped the candy into his mouth completely wrapped. The pale girl's bare fingers slid up over her mouth as several sweet giggles escaped, her eyes still locked on the helpless grown man's pathetic attempt to consume the wrapped candy. "Silly Kyo-chan, you're supposed to unwrap it first!" And, with Sakura's words, the grown man reached up to the candy in his mouth, unwrapped it, and continued to suck on the strawberry treat. "See? It's better now, isn't it? That's what I thought. Silly Kyo-chan, you should know how to eat candy, you should! You ate the first piece fine, after all. Isn't that right, Mr. Kitty? Yes, it is." Like always, Sakura rhetorically asked for her stuffed cat's silent approval after nearly everything she said; after all, he would get oh-so very mad if she simply did things on her own. After all, she would be a very bad girl if she didn't consult in him. And when Sakura was a bad girl, Mr. Kitty got mad. Sakura didn't want that to happen, no, she didn't.

"Now would you like some tea, Kyo-chan? It's very, good, yes, it is. You wanna know why it is very good? Because Neko-sama made it for Saku and Kyo! Isn't that so sweet of Neko-sama? I thought it was! So have some, Kyo-chan!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Sakura grasped one of her empty tea cups, lifted her porcelain kettle, and poured imaginary tea into Kyo-chan's cup. Gracefully, she held it out for her human pet to take, who immediately complied with her words, clumsily taking the porcelain cup. After the human had taken the cup, he simply started at it dumbfounded, as if he didn't know what to do with it. Sakura pouted her lips as she watched the human stare at the cup, waiting for him to figure out exactly how to make use of it. "You drink it, Kyo-chan! Drink it; it's good!" Sakura cocked her head off to the side at her pet as she mentally guided him through the process of drinking the imaginary tea and, while she was in the process of having him set it down, her concentration was broken by a harsh, unfamiliar voice, and a word that made her mouth drop open.

Of course, as her concentration was broken, her human pet's process of setting down the cup was interupted. Instead of finding its way on her fluffy blanket, the cup fell and shattered on her human's leg. Sakura's attention, which had drifted in the direction of the distant, yet completely audible voice, returned to her human pet as she strong scent of fresh blood filled her nostrils. "Kyo-chan...you're bleeding," she said drably, disappointed. Her lips pursed, Sakura's eyes dropped down to her once immaculately clean blanket - a pout masked her pale complexion as she noticed the deep spots of red forming on the gray checkers on her blanket. "Kyo, look at the mess you made! This is absolutely horrible, just horrible! You ruined my tea party, Kyo-chan!" Several tears welled up in the corners of Sakura's eyes as she stood up gracefully, taking a step towards her human pet. "That wasn't very nice, Kyo-chan, not very nice at all. You should be ashamed of yourself, yes, you should." Sakura's sickeningly sweet voice paused as she positioned herself behind him, one of her delicate hands finding its way to the slight dip between the human male's neck and shoulder blade. "Neko-sama says that you need to be punished for ruining our tea party, so now I'll have to find a new pet! But arigatou for attending my party, Kyo-chan! You were fun!"

With her last, high-pitched words, Sakura lowered herself to a kneeling position behind her human pet and, delicately, gracefully, allowed her sharpened fangs to slip into the human's neck. Within moments, she felt her body filled with the temporary warmth of the human male, though that sensation was gone ever so quickly. Sakura's process of relieving the human of his duty as her pet took no more than a minute, after which the blonde vampire rose delicately to her feet, grabbed her Mr. Kitty, and abandoned the body of her last pet with her ruined tea party - the shattered cup, the blood-stained blanket, everything. Without hesitation, Sakura wiped several droplets of blood off of her now crimson painted lips, licked the left overs off her pale index finger, and bounded in the direction of the previously heard voice. She was curious as to what...who had made the sound. Of course she could smell the owner of the harsh words - a human female, if her senses weren't failing her - but she wanted to meet her in person. After all, Sakura lived for amusement...and this girl owed her a new pet.

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