Music of Choice: Before the Dawn - Evanescence

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Karakuridouji Ultimo or any of it's characters. I'll leave it to your imagination on who the mysterious person is. I was being completely random when I wrote this, so I apologize ahead of time if there is any OOCness or anything wrong in this. Hope you enjoy.

Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you. I want nothing more than to see you there. And maybe tonight we'll fly so far away we'll be lost before the dawn.

Hands entertwined, holding one another down. One more stronger than the other, gentle fingers weave themselves with strong ones. One hand was kind and gentle to those it encountered, the other covered in the blood of thousands.

The sound of the night around them and each other are the only thing they hear. No one is around, and it doesn't bother them. They do not wish to be found. They only have so long, and yet eternity was within their grasp.

No one should know of their actions. Noone needed to know, and therefore noone must know.

If only night could hold you where I can see you, my love. Then let me never ever wake again. And maybe tonight we'll fly so far away we'll be lost before the dawn.

Belly to belly, skin to skin. Silky black hair fans across the grass like serpants. Wild midnight hair it appears green drapes onto their bodies. Tender kisses shower them, not enough to hurt or mar their bodies.

The blood drenched hands caress every curve and fissure of her body, trembling from an unknown reason. Lust, from the sheer desire for her to succumb to him, for every inch of her body to be marked as his and saturated with his scent. Fear, to shed her blood, bright crimson fluid drowning the ground beneath them.

Gentle hands touch him, reassuring him. To touch, to taste, to explore was his desire, as it was hers to let him. To someone so denied of this passion would be enough to drive the sanest person mad. Lust filled golden eyes met loving hazel orbs. Hard lips met soft ones. Hands wove their way through her hair, pulling her into the kiss.

Playing with fire was dangerous. To dance with a demon was to tempt Satan. Was this different? Or was it the same? Unbeknownst to her, she tempted the demon. She played with fire, to risk being burned. To risk this was to risk life, and it delighted her so.

Somehow I know that we can't wake again from this dream. It's not real, but it's ours. Maybe tonight we'll fly so far away we'll be lost before the dawn.

He longed for more, and she let him. This was their dream, their world; but it would never be real to them. They never wanted to wake from this dream.

Hands scratched up and down his back, urging and pleading for more. Passion growing like wildfire between them. He pulled her closer, crushing her body against his, leaving not a whisper between them. His lips left hers, nipping the skin of her throat and licking the cuts, like a predator playing with his food. Her head tilted back, giving him more access.

He made his way down slowly to her chest, smothering her in gentle kisses. It was unnatural for him to be gentle or loving or passionate to any other living thing. Should someone else find out, they dared not wish to imagine. She could, and most likely would, face death for loving someone like him. He would be hunted down, should someone find out what he was. What he is.

No matter how eternity seemed to be for them, the night never was long enough.

The sky began to get lighter, and they departed. She one way, he the other. The day would begin, and no one would know of their deed. No one would know of their actions. No one would know of their love.

Maybe tonight we'll fly so far away, we'll be lost before the dawn.

Please leave your comments, but please no flamers. I deeply apologize if there was any OOCness or anything.