Misa's Transformation

Although Misa had already sworn to never run away from her prophesied fate again, she had to admit that she was horribly jittery as Prince Ran led her to an attached room of the chapel. Tana had already left the two of them alone, and Misa couldn't be missing her presence more.

Oh goodness. Oh, man. She found herself whining inside her head. Her stomach was hurting now, the nerves aiming to take her out.

In front of her, Prince Ran twisted the door handle of the attached room and opened the door to a cozy room seemingly decorated to be used as one person's living quarters. The room was dark aside from a soft stream of light entering through a four-paneled window cut into the highest space on the farthest wall. Misa also noticed how the room was overwhelmingly coffee brown, making her think of cafes and coffee and sweet little books tucked into a corner of the bitter-smelling room.

It made her just a teeny bit homesick for her native human world, but she couldn't even dwell on it because her mind was fully occupied with something else. Something much more pressing than the coffee browns that caused her homesickness.

Her eyes were pinned like wet paper to the mattress that was pushed to the same wall as the high window. The bed looked untouched and very clean, and even that made her eyes go wide. Extremely wide.

Without an ounce of control, Misa found herself acting like a giddy virgin who shook her in her boots over the sight of a bed with a man at her side. 

"Wha-What-- I mean why-- I mean what is that-- "

"Lie down." Prince Ran cut in and began to take off his long black surcoat.

Misa screamed, "Why are you doing that?!"

Prince Ran, clearly amused, explained, short and sweet, "I would rather not get your blood on it."

"Ah!" Misa cried, explaining to Prince Ran that, back where she was from, what he'd just said would have earned him a special place in jail taken out of context. "That's what murderers say, Ran!"

"Well..." Prince Ran sang, shrugging his shoulders with both palms lifting the air. He had the most devil-may-care look on his face and Misa rolled her eyes, smiling at his audacity.

"Really?" She asked.

"I mean, I could be more innocent, I think."

Misa couldn't agree more. "Right."

Then, Prince Ran gestured toward the bed, once more insisting she lie down. This time, Misa obliged, not wanting to hinder the process any more than she had already. 

I've run and hidden, I've gotten cursed and hidden away. I've been found and given a second chance. All of this wasted valuable time. I need to do the rest of this right, wherever it takes me.

I can do this. She encouraged herself. I have to.

Once lying down, Misa asked Prince Ran who was folding his coat into a neat square to place it on the seat of the only chair in the room, "How does this work? I mean... What do I do?"

"Nothing." He answered, peeking over his shoulder. Their matching chartreuse eyes met, and Misa felt taken by his gaze. "I do the work. You lie still."

Misa nodded slowly, thoughts running sprints in her mind. "Okay. What... Tell me the 'work' you'll do." Misa didn't know why she needed to hear the gameplan from his mouth when she could infer from all those vampire novels she'd read in the human world what he needed to do. "And is it going to hurt?"

Prince Ran, finally having meticulously folded his coat, set it on the chair and walked over to stand above Misa on the bed. "I will bite you twice, once here and once here." Prince Ran said, indicating either side of his neck. "This will trigger the transformation, and it will burn painfully. Much like the potions you've been taking since coming here, but worse. Much worse." 

He was being entirely honest with her, which Misa appreciated. Only, she now had a series of scary images in her mind. She swallowed as the prince continued. "Lucky for you, you have digested a significant amount of my own blood over the past two weeks."

"I have?!" Misa exclaimed.

Prince Ran nodded. "Those blood potions are mixed seventy-thirty with my blood and with ground up nature artifacts imbued with Fae energy. You've had three vials' worth, so my blood has run its course through your body three times, most of it having made its way in some part to your bloodstream. Through these, the work has been half done. It should take less time for your body to undergo the transformation after I have injected my venom into you. 

"I... tried to ensure it would be less painful for you." Prince Ran said. "And then you will die in your sleep. When you awaken, you will be one of us."

One of us. Misa thought, shaken to her core by the process of turning. She'd known how it was going to sound, but still... I'm scared. 

This time, she intentionally sent the words to Prince Ran's mind. She locked her eyes with his, drinking them in. As if sucked in the same way she was with him, Prince Ran leaned forward until his nose was just inches from Misa's. She breathed in deeply.

We don't have to. He told her. If you aren't ready, we can wait. I can wait. I will not force you.

Prince Ran's smell was intoxicating. Misa was having trouble with not inhaling it greedily like an addict remembering their last hit. She closed her eyes and shook her head, only opening them again when she was ready to answer.

"I'm ready. I want to live by your side." She said simply.

Something interesting passed over Prince Ran's eyes and Misa wished she'd had the chance to see it again, because it was beautiful. It looked like elation, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. The prince then did something else which surprised her and touched his forehead against hers.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He said. "I do, too."

With that, he gently pushed Misa against the mattress and positioned one knee between her legs while his other leg remained planted firmly on the floor. This time, when his fangs teased her neck, Misa knew he'd actually bite her there and, breathing out, tried to relax every muscle in her body in preparation.

Nothing could have prepared her for this sensation, however. As Prince Ran's fangs punctured her skin, Misa's face creased in agonizing pain. A pained sound left her gaping mouth, and her left hand involuntarily flew up to grasp Prince Ran's silky head black of hair. She felt her whole body reacting: her vision flashing as if pictures were being snapped of her anguished face, her back arching up off the bed, and her toes scrunching together in a show of searing pain.

Burns! She cried in her mind. She gasped repeatedly into the quiet air.

Then, Misa felt Prince Ran pull a little, sucking blood from her veins, and the feeling made her woozy, a feeling like sudden and immense pleasure corroding her brain. Immediately following this feeling, he detached himself and repositioned his body over hers, crouching again but now over to the right side of Misa's neck.

At once, he dug in, piercing her skin deeply and repeating the same intimate actions. Again, Misa burned like no other and writhed in excruciating pain. When he pulled back, he was panting, wiping Misa's blood from his lips with the back of his hand while Misa's chest rose and fell with the speed of despairing lungs. Though her vision was blurred, Misa saw his yellow-green eyes fiercely aglow.

He seemed to exude power, the invisible pressure coming from him heavier than it had been just before.

Misa wanted to take all of him in, look until her eyes gave out. But she was feeling intensely drowsy despite the pain, like she would never be able to keep herself awake even if she tried.

Ran... She thought, but her voice sounded tired and far away.

When her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, Prince Ran's voice beat against her ears one last time, louder than her own voice ever did, but odd and slow like he spoke through a metal tube. "Sleep now." He said. 

It was like a command and Misa's eyes shut automatically. She felt her heart pumping against her rapidly rising and falling chest painfully, painfully, painfully. 

Then, everything--her breathing, her heart beating, the pain--gradually became slower, lesser, until it all just stopped.