ETERNAL NIGHT

He sat in the far corner of the bar observing; trying his hardest to resist the urge gripping every nerve in his body. He could only think of ripping those humans apart and dyeing the place red in their blood. All their eyes were on him. They looked at him then looked away minding their own business. Some wondered how a young boy like him had managed his way in and some had different thoughts; mostly about him though. The fun part was he knew what they were thinking. He was aware he captured people's attention easily. All he had to do was walk in and all eyes would be on him. He had that powerful a presence. He noticed a certain green eyed girl looking at him. She licked her lips in an almost seductive way as she walked towards him. The past few days he had come to the bar she was the first one attempting to go anywhere near him. She smiled as she took her seat opposite him but the smile soon faded away when she felt the atmosphere go cold around her. She felt goose bumps form on her arms despite her warm clothing. She somehow regained her smile when she noticed a smirk on his face.

He was the most attractive boy she had ever seen. His thin locks of raven hair sat perfectly in place. A few locks fell on his forehead. He wore a gold earring halfway up his ear. He wore a black leather jacket with navy jeans. She had to admire those black boots. He had an almost pale complexion but what had captivated and enchanted her most were his intense and alluring crimson red eyes. He had a good built and looked about seventeen, too young to be in a bar which only allowed people over twenty one. She didn't care because she herself was nineteen and too young to enter too but had somehow managed it.

'Oh my god, I love this' she said as she felt him lick her neck. For some reason he never kissed her or did anything else only kept his focus on her neck. She was chilled to her bone standing in they alleyway behind the bar. The place was deserted as the snow piled up on the streets. She asked him if they could go inside her car but he didn't reply. Suddenly she felt weird, scared. His skin was as cold as ice and she suddenly noticed his lips go pale and his crimson eyes turn scarlet. They almost glowed in the darkness. She tried to push him away when she felt her wrist restrained with one of his arms as something sharp and cold pierced deep in to her neck. Her eyes widened in shock and agony as she heard him suck. She tried to scream but he shut her mouth. Tears stung her face as it lost its colour. She could hear her muffled screams break in to sobs.

He was in ecstasy the minute he felt the metallic fluid in his mouth. He drank without restraint relishing the blood he was starved of for a week. He licked her neck once the blood stopped oozing out. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his black leather jacket. He looked around for a place to dump the body when he sensed someone watching him. He turned to see a running woman. 'Lucky me' he thought looking at the fleeing meal. The blonde woman tried to run to her car as quick as possible in the mounted snow. By the time she reached the deserted parking lot she had managed to get her phone out. Her fingers were unsteady as she hastily tried to dial the number but the phone slipped out of her hands. She saw someone bend down and pick it up. 'Here' he said handing the phone back to her. The women looked like she had seen the devil himself.

'Ho... How d...Did you catch up?' she stuttered. He only looked at her with an amused smirk on his face.

'Your parents will not be happy if you do such things. You shouldn't go in such false ways and I won't report you to the police' she said as she backed away only to trip and fall backwards. She felt herself crying and half screaming as he advanced. 'Please' she whispered and froze when she saw the fangs protrude from his mouth.

Mikan sat in her room staring at the picture of her mother and sister. 'This was a joke, one of the many pranks her sister usually played on her. She would punch her sister in the face the minute she walked through the door' she thought as tears stained her face. Her hands shook a little before she picked up a vase and smashed it against the mirror. 'This couldn't be true. She had no one anymore. No mother to make breakfast and kiss her goodnight and no sister to steal her clothes and make fun of her' she thought as she heard the door open.

'Selena would have wanted me to do this' said her aunt Yuka as they drove through the city. 'Oh dear and your sister Sumire, she was only nineteen. So young an age to die and you going through this trauma at only seventeen' said Yuka as she tried to control her sobs. Mikan felt her aunt's voice go right through her. She looked out of the car window wondering how her arrogant sister would have reacted if she saw herself in the clothes her aunt had dressed her in the coffin. Sumire would definitely have glared at her aunt and criticised her for her sense of fashion or knowing Sumire as well as Mikan did she would have probably said something rude as 'With your sense of fashion no wonder your husband left you.' 'Maybe she would haunt her aunt Yuka for dressing her in the clothes she didn't like even if it was worn on her dead body' thought Mikan as she felt tears well up in her eyes.

A few hours later Mikan felt the car come to a halt. She found herself standing in front of a medium sized house. As she walked through the wooden doors in to the house she found a boy standing in the living room. He had a look balanced with anger and sympathy as he walked towards Mikan and pulled her into a hug.

'That bastard will be caught' he said referring to Sumire's and Selena's killer.

'Yoichi show Mikan to her room' said Yuka as she entered the house carrying a super massive pink suitcase which was Mikan's luggage. Mikan sat in her pink and fluffy room with big teddy bears and Disney paintings wondering if this room had belonged to five year old girl before her.

Yoichi as if reading her mind said 'you know what my mum's like. She thinks all girls are like her, in love with the colour pink.'

He was standing with his back to her looking outside her window.

When Mikan didn't reply he said 'hey listen, I know this is hard for you but we'll help you get through, okay.'

Mikan looked at her cousin and managed a wisp of a smile when Yuka walked through the door.

'Mikan I hope the room is to your liking and of course if you don't like it we can get it redone though I'm sure you love it' said her aunt confidently.

'She would like it changed' said Yoichi when Mikan was struggling for a reply.

'How do you know that? Mikan is a girl of course she would prefer something like this' said Yuka looking at her son.

'She is a grown up girl not a baby so get it redone' he said sounding authoritative.

Mikan only looked at Yuka and said 'Its okay I like it so please don't bother changing it.'

Yoichi and Yuka sat in the living room with the warm fire burning in the fireplace and the central heating systems working to their full capacity.

'It's been nearly three months since her mother and sister's death and she is still the same with no life in her' said Yuka sounding worried.

'It's only been two days since she's moved in with us so we can't expect changes so fast' said Yoichi engrossed in a novel.

He suddenly felt his mother hug him and kiss him on cheek as he tried to avoid it.

'Yoichi you're only fifteen and you talk like an adult' she said smiling at him.

'Mum you are in your thirties and still behave like a kid so grow up and let me go' he said annoyed.

'Don't say that. You know when you were a baby you always peed yourself when you laughed and you laughed every time I laughed' said Yuka in a motherly mode.

'Not again mum. I don't want to hear it' said Yoichi only thankful Mikan hadn't heard it.

'So how was your stay with your father for three months? Asked Yuka.

'Boring' he answered as he walked out of the living room and he was halfway up the stairs when he saw Mikan walking up. 'Hey' he said. He noticed that as she turned she had a weird expression. Both of them looked at each other when he heard her break in to laughter. He felt surprised yet relieved that she was showing some signs of the lively cheerful girl she used to be. He realised that she had probably heard his mother reminiscing to him about when he was a baby. He heard her laugh and saw his mother come out of the living room. 'Mikan' said Yuka relieved and happy to hear the girl's voice show some kind of joy.

Mikan had been almost lifeless after her family's death. Her father had died when she was only a baby and ever since her mother and sister's death she had hardly spoke and when she did her voice and face had lost the sparkle it usually had. As Yuka saw the laughing girl break in to tears midway she couldn't help but run up and hug her.

Mikan wasn't nervous not even curious as to how her new school would be. Yoichi had explained a lot about the school and it sounded like a pretty good school. Mikan watched the pearl white snow flakes fall down. The pavements at the side of the road were white with snow. She watched the passing by vehicles as they drove towards her new school 'Oakwood Academy'. It was suppose to be the best public school in all of Canada. Mikan sighed when the car stopped in front of a massive infrastructure. She noticed different groups the minute she entered the gates and was startled when a group of girls came running towards her. She realized that they were running towards Yoichi who stood next to her with a bored expression.

There was one particular group bigger than others. They sat on tables outside the school. In the centre sat a certain blonde haired boy looking almost claustrophobic surrounded by people, mostly girls. Through the crowd he noticed a slender figure. He got up walked forward to get a better look. He saw an auburn haired girl. Her luscious and thick hair reached almost to her hips. She wore a black hat that sat on her head but not covering her bangs. She wore a tight fitted black and cream checked coat that came a little below her hips. Her long and beautiful legs looked good in her black skinny jeans and black leather boots.

'Is this what you call love at first sight' said Mochi looking at Ruka stare at the girl.

'Give up Ruka. She looks like Yoichi's woman' said Megane walking up to his friend.

Ruka didn't reply just walked towards the girl.

He noticed a fast movement in the shadows and sighed. He felt her put her arm around his neck from behind him and her fangs close to his neck. He took one last swig of his vodka before he put his hand behind and grabbed the girl by her hair slammed her against the glass frame of the door. The glass shattered as an alarm was heard.

She sighed before saying 'Natsume you always cause so much trouble. The cops will be here in a few minutes. This a public store.'

'What the hell are you doing here?' he asked walking into the shop through the broken glass door to get a bottle of beer.

She appeared almost instantly behind him and said 'You're relative and dear friend comes to see you after so long and this is your reaction.'

'He's a cold hearted bastard as usual Hotaru' said a voice.

'Tsubasa' she said greeting him with a rough but passionate kiss.

'Hey sweetheart' he said biting her on her neck as he drank some blood.

Once he was done he walked over to Natsume who was busy with his bottle of beer and said 'It's been nearly sixteen years cousin; how've you been? They've had to build more cemeteries here since you've moved in. You sure keep the cops busy and families grieving.' Tsubasa had only finished speaking when sirens were heard.

'I'm in the mood to have some fun. Care to join?' said Natsume looking at Tsubasa who smirked in agreement.