The Beast Within {Araka}

[Hikaru Yamada]

Hikaru paced her room, practically digging a hole in the carpet. Letting out a frustrated scream, she shoved all the text books off the top of her desk and slammed her fists down on the wooden surface. She had been holding in her feelings, her emotions for so long, they were starting to consume her. Sure, she needed the energy that emotions gave off, but she also had to release her own in order to stay balanced. It was the reason she was so carefree and open about everything. But her feelings for Araka had burrowed so deep inside her mind that she couldn’t keep it in anymore. That beast she worked so hard to keep contained was breaking every wall she put up in defense against it, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

This was the side of her that she never wanted anyone to see; the blood thirsty beast that would sink its fangs deep into the neck of whoever it came across. She could kill so many people without even meaning to, just to sate that inner craving. She could feel her fangs lengthening as she tried to gain control. For Empathic Vampires, drinking blood was the purest way to harvest the energy given off from emotions, and they each had a beast to keep under control. Her father had always feared for her safety, finding things to do that kept him extremely happy enough to feed her. When Hikaru met Araka, it was the answer to both their prayers, as her anger was enough to keep Haru sated.

But, over time, she began to develop feelings for her best friend, ones she just couldn’t push away or express. All of this lead to the build-up of extra energy that she couldn’t use, which resulted in the awakening of her beast. And she hated herself as her beast took total control of her body and broke through her dorm room door into the hallway. Her eyes bled a deep red as she snarled at freshmen that were passing by. It seemed that even in her beastial state, she still found a way to terrorize the poor kids. She ran for the stairs, scenting the air to find where her target was. Students coming into the common room froze, terrified as they witnessed the downfall of Hikaru Yamada. She would never live this down.

Growling, she took the stairs two at a time and jumped into the hall, managing to land on a poor, unsuspecting boy. He was smart enough to lie perfectly still as she sniffed and licked his neck. But, he wasn’t who she wanted, and she promptly took off in the direction of Araka’s room, knowing exactly where it was. She broke down the door and pounced into the room, landing on top of someone who happened to be in there. She nuzzled their head to the side and gave one big lick along the side of their neck. Hopefully it wasn’t someone who wasn’t supposed to be there.

[Araka Itsu]

Araka sang to herself in her small, single dorm, her face flushed as she danced drunkly in her room. She pulled out another vodka bottle out of under her bed, tossing an empty one in a small pile of empty vodka bottles. Today was her underage drinking day. Barely anyone knew about it so it was her fun little secert.

Tossing the cap of the bottle randomly in the room, hearing it hit against a wall and then the floor, she began to chug the bottle of achole (sp?). The radio in her room played loud, unlikeable sixities music that she didn't care for at all, but it was fun to dance to when you were drunk.

Once she finished that bottle of vodka, she went back under her bed and reached for her scotch bottles. This stuff was good, but she prefered vodka. Too bad she had already ran out of it. Damn and she needed more but she was broke. Maybe Daichi would have some money, or she could just steal from some freshmen that can't handle her curses.

Then she began to hear loud foot steps. Too drunk to know exactly where they were coming from, she just danced in place, singing drunkly. But singing didn't help anything. No, she began to hear frightened footsteps now. But Araka just kept singing.

That's when something happened out of the blue. Her door was knocked down and someone was now ontop of her. Then, in the back of her drunken mind, she realized it was Haru ontop of her, nuzzling and licking her neck.

"Weeeelllll... heelow Howu-caaaan..." Araka said, her words slurred together as she spoke, still drinking the somehow saved scotch. Her face was still flushed from her drinking. She held out the scotch to her only friend.

"whunt sum...?" she asked, waving the bottle of scotch in her friend's face.

[Hikaru Yamada]

Hikaru was no longer in control, but the drunken girl underneath her didn’t seem to realize it. The beast let out a growl and smacked the glass out of her hand, not caring as it landed across the room. It took another sniff at Ararka’s neck as it finally realized she was, indeed, the one it had been seeking. Although her scent was partially covered by the horrendous smells of the alcohol, it didn’t stop the beast from licking the place it would inevitably bite and drain her life source from.

It was so hard to deny that thirst; the one that called out to its very soul and commanded that it take what belonged to it. Ripping the front of Araka’s shirt, the beast lurched forward and sank its fangs into her neck, right into the jugular. Its eyes closed in pleasure as it continued it drink, the blood rolling down its throat. The taste was absolutely exquisite; coppery and warm and absolutely mind blowing as the beast pulled away and lapped at her neck. Its mind was reeling as the emotional energies flowed through it. There were only three ways to harvest the emotional energies from a person: touch and absorb, directly drinking the energy through the bloodstream, and absorbing the energy during sexual activities. While sex gave off the most energy, drinking blood was the most invigorating.

The tiny pinpricks slowly sealed themselves; apparently, Hikaru’s saliva had healing properties. Hikaru finally surfaced sometime later, feeling completely sated and tired. Her head lolled down and noticed the weight in her lap. Araka was still there, traces of blood and scratches on her chest and neck. It took 2.5 seconds for the realization to set it: she had attacked and fed from her best friend. As she scrambled to put Araka on her bed, Hikaru felt a strong wave of arousal hit her. This absolutely horrified her, and she fell to the floor, scrambling backward as far she could until she came in contact with the dresser.

“Oh my God, what have I done? This can’t be happening…” Hikaru panicked. She had been so careful, expressing herself through many mediums and speaking her mind freely. Never did she believe that her beast would one day be strong enough to take control, and these feelings confused her greatly. Sure, she was attracted to her best friend, but she knew she didn’t love her. It was just hard to come to the terms that she was aroused by not only her best friend, but drinking her blood.

[Araka Itsu]

Araka cried out as the fangs of her best friend broke the skin of her neck, going need into the muscle. But it wasn't a cry for help. No, she enjoyed pain, often confusing it with pleasure. The fact she was drunk confused her senses ever worse, making the pain feel too enjoyable. She moaned loudly, her drunken blush deepening. When Hikaru removed her mouth from her neck, she could feel the wound seal, a burning sensation on her neck.

Trying hard to keep consciencness, she felt light headed, her vison blurring. The feeling of a soft bed underneath her threatened to help her fall asleep, but she wouldn't let that happen. No, if she. Fell asleep, then she wouldn't stay drunk. She wanted to stay as drunk as possible for the longest time possible, but it was too hard for her. Maybe it was being a witch that did it, but the alcohole just never stayed in her system for too long.

She watched as Hikaru hid in the corner of her room, looking scared an afraid. Araka scowled. She didn't like that trait in anyone, which was another reason she and Hika were friends; because Hikaru didn't express those crappy feelings.

Feeling better, she stood up and got off her bed, walking towards her friend, almost tripping and falling on the way. Kneeling infront of Hikaru, she smirked and leaned in closer, planting a long (not to meantion sexy) kiss on her her friend's lips. Being drunk had its ups since she'd never do that while she wasn't drunk. Why did she do it? It was quiet simple.

She had known Hikaru for some time now, but recently the girl had been acting strange. In all their time of being friends, Hikaru never acted weird. There was only one logical explination why she was being like this. Hikaru had a crush on her best friend. Her sexually confused friend like her? That didn't mean much to Araka, but one thing did seem to pass her mind. Sex. And doing it with her best friend? Totally hot.