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This is a bit more of the alternate Song, as detailed in the “Song in a Painting” novel I started for NaNoWriMo 2008. Be aware that in this part or next, things might get… um… a bit explicit. Or try.

Well, at least she was out of Taiga’s grasp and could think, and react. Some instinct of hers must have combined with her powers as Queen and brought her to safety. Or at least relative safety. Her house might have been locked, but that only gave her a short few minutes. After all, Taiga had definitely not been within her gates a second before she collided with him.

Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d teleport straight into one of the walls, or something.

For the moment, she had to think. “Okay, my bag is outside. Taiga is outside. The elder is outside. I have no back gate. I can’t outwait Taiga because he will outwait me. He knows his powers better than I do mine.”

She doubted Taiga was going to give up. And he knew who she was, now. Swaying for a moment, rocked with a *need* for him, she had to sit down. “Kivat is cooperating with them.” She should have guessed he would.

And she had no clue how to get out of there. She had no idea how she’d teleported. She was trapped and soon to be stuck being Taiga’s Queen.

Sitting down on her bed, she sighed. She had powers now, and she still couldn’t fight the King. Who didn’t seem to be coming in. “Maybe he doesn’t realize,” she said, hopeful.

Finally, as ten minutes passed, and then fifteen, she went upstairs to check. Peeking through an unopened curtain, she could see Taiga, the Elder, and Kivat talking. She sighed. They had apparently no clue where she was, but at least she hadn’t been grabbed and raped. Maybe if she kept sitting there on her bed, they’d go away.

After what seemed like forever, her upstairs door opened, and closed. Wataru froze. Someone descended down the stairs – Taiga, by the look of the pants.

He was smiling. And holding a flower. “Your Kivat says you like these,” Taiga said, holding it out to her. “I’ve ordered dinner for you. And arranged some music.”

“Kivat talked to you,” she said dully. Well, at least he wasn’t tackling her, even though she could see his erection.

“When my Elder says to pay attention to the Kivat that knows my Queen best, I listen,” he said, smiling and still holding out the flowers.

She gaped at them. Was he really going to try to seduce her that way?

“I’ll get some water for them,” Taiga said, looking for something, probably a vase and water.

“Um.”

“Don’t worry, Wataru. You don’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

That sounded ominous, even with his smile. “I don’t?”

“Your Kivat told me a lot about you,” he said, “And I figured out a lot myself. I’ll be the best big brother and King you’ve ever had!”

Wataru would have facepalmed had this not been one of her mother’s murderers. “You realize I was there when mom died….”

“Your Kivat told me about that, too.” He seemed to have given up trying to find a vase. “She died because she broke the same law you now uphold.” He slid one of her chairs out. “I know you don’t like me very much, but I don’t want you to die.”

“I don’t want to be Queen,” Wataru said. Why she was confessing this to a sworn enemy, she wasn’t sure, but it felt good.

“You were raised human,” Taiga told her. “I can understand that. But you are Queen; it’s time to put your human beliefs away. Just because mother raised you in ignorance doesn’t mean you have to stay there.”

Wataru sighed. Why did he think she was going to cooperate? And why did he have the bizarre belief that she wanted to be Fangire?

Taiga took her hand. “It’s time for us to be together, Wataru. Like King and Queen should be.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek – a surprisingly bashful kiss. She felt her body responding, knowing what came next. Much as she didn’t like it, she needed him.

“I need you,” he said, almost moaning. And then she realized he needed her too; he needed her to be complete, even if she didn’t feel she needed him.

There was still time to make him die an agonizing death.

He sat beside her, taking her in his arms. “Let’s join, Wataru.”

“I’m not ready.” Her body was ready, but she wasn’t.

He responded by running hin hand through her hair gently. “Wataru,” he said, like he was explaining things to a child. “We have to join; our bodies and our people demand it. Don’t tell me you’re not aroused.”

Wataru shivered. Aroused she was; a side effect of being so close to Taiga.

He drew her down, and she was surprised to see that she was on top.

And then he kissed her, long and sensually. It was gentle, still, as if he wanted to draw her in and make her forget herself.

Crossposted from Ramblings Yet Once More here.