A/N This is my first time posting a story here…so anyways please comment and review :) I know I'm not perfect at writing, and constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you fine sirs~!

Also, I do not claim to know everything about vampires…I will be writing from what I believe is true. Feel free to advise me. :P

Trust

Chapter 1

The six year old blond sat at his desk, patiently molding a lump of clay. He squinted his eyes, head cocked at an odd angle as he pressed and shaped the white substance in intense concentration. Occasionally reaching out to grab a moist sponge to dab the clay to prevent it from hardening, there was scarcely any movement in the room albeit his fingers dancing on the clay.

"Deidara! Dinner's ready!" his mother called warmly from the kitchen.

The child paused, looking over at his unfinished sculpture. It hardly bore any features of a bird, the only traces of the animal being a sharp point as its beak and a short stubby protrusion as a tail. He looked at it in mild distaste, slightly hesitant on leaving his art incomplete.

"Deidara!"

The blond quickly pushed back his chair, running out of his room at his mother's annoyed call. He could finish the sculpture after dinner anyway. His long blond hair flew out behind him like a curtain as he leapt down the stairs, ignorant to the various sized pieces of clay sticking to him. His mother was laying out the table, her long blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She wore her favourite fuchsia apron around her waist, and grinned upon seeing her son enter the kitchen.

"Help me lay out the table." His mother gestured to a pile of plates on the counter as she prepared the dishes. The young blond nodded, automatically taking four clean plates from the stack and placing them at their respective places on the table.

He hopped onto his seat, feeling his stomach growl in hunger as he stared at the dishes his mother laid out on the table. The savory smells assaulted his senses and the blond reached for a piece of roll in front of him, only to have his hand slapped away. "No dinner until you clean yourself up," his mother chided lightly. The boy pouted, crossing his arms.

"Im clean, un!" His mother chuckled, and pointed at a random piece of clay stuck to his shirt.

"That doesn't look very clean to me. What have you been doing?" The boy glanced down at his clay clogged shirt and giggled. "Art, un!" he exclaimed, spreading out both hands as if to emphasize his point. His mother raised a delicate brow, and quickly shooed her son to the toilet. The blonde grinned, running into the toilet hurriedly.

The six year old had to tiptoe to see his face in the mirror, his hands grasping the brim of the sink tightly to prevent himself from slipping. A single blue eye greeted him, the long fringe that obscured almost half of his face and other eye had pieces of white tangled in it. He turned on the tap, wetting his hands and running his moist fingers through his messy fringe and cleaning out most of the sticky bits of clay. Pulling his waist length blond hair to the front, he realized with irritation that he had to wash it as well. He really had to be more careful while working with the clay.

Plugging the sink, he let the water collect to a suitable depth and stirred his hand around a few times habitually to test the temperature. Deeming it alright, he took a deep breath and plunged his head into the cold water. After several seconds, he pulled his head out of the icy liquid and wringed his wet hair a few times. The blond drained the water away, along with bits of clay that came unstuck. Picking up a comb, he proceeded to drag it through his waterlogged hair to pull away the remaining white substance.

After getting rid of majority of the clay out of his hair, he ran to his bedroom for a quick change of clothes, tossing his soiled clothes carelessly on the floor and pulling on a cyan hoodie along with a pair of dark blue denim. Running down the stairs and entering the kitchen, he smiled brightly at his older sister and climbed onto the seat next to her. "Ino!" the younger greeted, nodding slightly.

The ten year old grinned back in response and gave him a nod of acknowledgement. The older child's hair was styled in a similar way to that of her brother; with an equally long bang dangling in front of her left eye. Her hair colour was a slightly paler shade of yellow than compared to her sibling, and she tied her long hair up in a single ponytail which went below her waist. The six year old had always looked up to his sister, going so far as to put her on a pedestal and mimicking her hair style. The two siblings had always been close, almost inseparable when Deidara was younger, at least that was what he was told by his mother.

He would trail his sister around the house for hours on end, mostly out of boredom. His older sister generally did not mind the small child on her tail, and the younger mostly knew to give his sister back her personal bubble when she was busy. Except, on several occasions where he would get shouted at for following her into a certain room and even a damp towel shoved violently into his face.

He later then realized it was called a bathroom.

Deidara grabbed a pair of chopsticks, his manners thrown out of the window in his urge to satiate his hunger. Ino shook her head at her brother's actions and turned to her mother whom was getting seated.

"Where is daddy?" she queried, upon noticing the lack of an occupant at the table.

Her mother frowned, her forehead creasing momentarily, before she grinned comfortingly at her daughter and dismissed his absence as being held back from work for being late that morning. The youngest child paused in his eating, chopsticks still partially concealed in his mouth. He frowned, as he had been noting that their father rarely joined them for dinner these days. Placing his chopsticks down, he gave a confused stare. "What does daddy work as?"

His mother looked up at her son with mild perplexity written on her features. The worry on her face was gone in seconds. "You will know when you grow up." There came the supposedly reassuring, monotone reply she frequently gave him in response to questions revolving around his father's work life. The blond male frowned further, before nodding slowly and resuming his dinner. Although he was young, it was pretty easy for anyone to notice that the answer his mother had given was a subtle avoidance of the topic. Naturally, he was curious of what his father worked as, being kept in the dark of it since young.

His mother gazed at her oldest child, then to her youngest, the latter whom seemed to be pondering about her reply. She glanced down somewhat sadly. 'You will know when you grow up,' she mused, 'although I really hope you would not.'

XOXOXO

A few nights later

It wasn't a very big surprise to the whole neighborhood when the news of his father's death was announced. Most of the people were shocked, some actually foresaw his death and were expecting it. After all, in this neighborhood where deaths came from unknown causes, people soon became numb to it.

His mother was obviously devastated. Upon hearing the news first hand from a couple of police officers who barged into their house in the wee hours of the morning, she blanched and collapsed instantly on the kitchen floor. The two siblings, awakened from the entire ruckus, could only huddle together in bemusement and dread as they observed the exchange from the living room.

The funeral was dreary and doleful. Nothing was said excessively, and the people were more morose and melancholy than ever. Deidara managed to catch wind of some people's hush whispering of his father's death being lamentable, having being quite adequate and skillful at his job. He apparently had met his demise when working, to a rather respectful cause.

He used to remember hating his father. Hating him for leaving them all so abruptly it was shocking, hating him for leaving his mother behind to pick up the broken pieces; and hating him for keeping himself in isolation all the time. Then, life had to move on without him. He didn't even know his own father much, and his mother always refused to talk about him.

From then on, his mother had started to take on part time jobs to keep the larder full. His father's job had been the only one bringing in money to support the family, and with his absence, it seemed the entire weight of the family's burdens had forced themselves onto his mother's weary shoulders.

The two children were then compelled to take care of themselves more often, being the only ones at home when their mother was out working till the late hours of the night. She tried to come home before the sun set, but sometimes the two blondes were left to settle their dinner themselves. They dug out foodstuffs from the fractionally full larder and stumbled over the cooking instructions from a dog eared cookbook.

Of course, there came the instructions of shutting the house off completely from the outside world when there were times she was not at home after the sun set. Shutting the windows and bolting the doors was completely necessary before the light receded from the sky, and were to be kept that way till dawn broke.

The reasons, they were never told why.

There were nights where there were light knocks on the door, beckoning them to open it, and the siblings would heed as their mother instructed and rush to their rooms, ignoring the escalating frantic knocks. "Do not open the door, unless you hear the doorbell ring two times followed by two knocks," their mother said, "that would be me."

That was their 'secret code' so as to say.

-Flashback-

Once, there were two lucid rings of the doorbell and two quick knocks on the door late at night, and her sister ran rather elatedly to open the door for their mother, the youngest trailing behind, biting his knuckles anxiously. At the door, however, was not their mother.

The man, who was two feet shorter than their mother, was clad in a maroon hood which stretched to the ground. The moonlight casted a shadow on the man's facial features, but it illuminated the man's victorious smirk. That was possibly one of his first encounters with those 'monsters' which his mother put it.

Before his sister could get the door closed, the man pushed past her lightly, moving with such an inhuman swiftness that had put the youngest to question. He vaguely felt his arm being held in a crushing grip by his sister, and being pulled away from the main door hastily.

He remembered a scream tearing itself from his throat when he felt his legs give way under him suddenly, face slamming harshly against the floorboards. Looking up tearily at his sister's horrified expression; he instinctively turned around to examine his legs. A dark slash of crimson stained the blue denim, steadily spreading with each second. Broken pieces of a wine bottle littered the area around him, the shards of sharp glass gleaming dangerously. A burning sensation came rippling up his right leg, and he let out a wail of pain. A steady and calm set of footsteps could be heard heading towards them, and Deidara began to freak out. He scratched at the slippery floor in a fruitless attempt to get away from the horrid person, the huge bleeding gash on his leg caused by the bottle hindering his movements.

His sister's quick thinking had saved them that day.

The older blonde had swiftly hooked her arms around his shoulders, half dragging her distressed brother to a brightly lit room. Upon entering the living room, they let the warm light envelope around them as the elder pulled them to the furthest corner of the room, squeezing into a cramp space between the two leather sofas. It was an attempt to try to hide themselves.

The man already seemed know where the two children were hiding the moment he entered the room. He was, obviously, toying around with his prey before ending their lives mercilessly. Smirking, the man revealed two sharp elongated teeth before walking through the room languidly, looking around the room slowly to drag out the siblings terror.

The fear scent hit him at full force when he approached the two trembling figures, the youngest of which had his head buried in the other's chest. The elder looked up determinedly, the spark of apprehension in her eyes as she reached behind the sofa, pulling out a common spray bottle. The man began chuckle softly. "And what are you planning to do with that, little girl?" his voice was smooth, humorless.

Ignoring the other, Ino began unscrewing the top of the bottle with shaking hands, impalpable fear radiating off her in waves. Why the vampire didn't stop her, was perhaps to fuel his own sick amusement to regard his prey's last futile attempt to save herself and her sibling; whatever it was, the youngest could not comprehend. After getting the bottle open, she glared firmly at the man and placed the neck of the bottle to her lips, tipping the liquid into her open mouth.

The man stared at her in bewilderment, blinking once. That had come unexpected. He had expected her to hurl the contents of the bottle at him, to pour it over themselves even…but never the thought that she would satisfy her thirst at this dire time.

After draining the last of the stinging liquid, she felt her eyes prickle with tears from the repulsive spray as the vampire loomed over her, closing the distance between them…slowly…slowly…

There.

Inhaling deeply, she spat out the spray at the hooded figure, the droplets flew rather impressively at the other's face, whom was too stunned to pull away. The chili water pelted onto the vampire's eyes, and he screamed in pain (A rather manly one at that), and drew his palms up to clutch his face in agony as the torturous burning sensation blinded his vision almost instantly. His hood fell back when he stumbled backwards, and the sibling's eyes widened at the sight of blood red hair slipping into view, gleaming in the soft moonlight.

The older blonde had never felt so indebted to her mother for placing a bottle full of chili water there for convenience sake; to spray and rid the indoor plants of unwanted pests.

Ino then grabbed her brother and ran out of the house, biting her lip hard enough to break skin as she tried to brush off the burning sensation from the chili water clawing up her parched throat. Their mother, who was just on her way home, had her breath knocked out of her when her children hurled themselves into her arms, upset beyond belief. To say she was shocked was clearly an understatement.

When they reached home after much reassuring on their mother's part, the man was gone; and the house was left in its chaotic state. They cleaned the mess silently, bandaged up Deidara's wounds. Their mother was jittery the whole night, her face screwed up in a despondent and pained expression while deep in thought. The night was never spoken of again, at least not freely.

-End of flashback-

That was possibly their first and last encounter with such a creature.

XOXOXO

4 years later

Life went on quite smoothly after that. Their mother had decided after that event that it was too dangerous to leave them at home by themselves, and the two blondes were dropped off at a day care and picked up by her personally before and after work respectively everyday.

The two siblings spent their day occupying themselves with drab toys, games, and whatever they could think of to do away with their boredom. Gradually, the fear that night was pushed to a distant memory in their heads, and the youngest found himself wondering once again on the cause of his father's death and the 'bad guy' dubbed by his sister that attacked them that night.

When he was younger, he remembered, a few days after the incident that night, his mother sat down solemnly to discuss something with them. "What you did that night was right," she began. "If you see any of those types of bad people again, don't hesitate to run and find me," she said calmly, the expression on her face nothing short of dead seriousness. The two siblings had glanced at each other, mutually understanding each other's thoughts.

The two gathered in his sister's room to talk frequently.

"I want to go out," Deidara grumbled. The younger blond was staring longingly out of the shut window, pursing his lips in annoyance. "Why can't we go out?" The younger was currently propped up against the window sill in his sister's room, resting his chin on his palm in boredom.

His sister sat stiffly on her bed, casting her eyes onto the floor. Ino bit her lip, swinging her legs back and forth restlessly as she replied, "Mum would be mad if you try to sneak out, Dei."

Her brother stiffened, taking a gander at the remote outside surroundings before shooting a cheeky grin at his sister. "Who said I wanted to sneak out, un?"

His sister turned to meet his gaze, giving him a critical look. "Don't do it."

Deidara snorted, turning away quickly to gaze dreamily outside again. "Mum wouldn't know anyway, un," he murmured. "I'll just sneak out and sneak back in again. No one will have to know," he continued, fidgeting slightly.

"No," his sister growled, sitting up to glare at her brother. "I will know. And I'm not going to sit back and watch you wander outside alone."

"Aren't you curious why we can't go out all the time, un?" Deidara growled, facing his sister.

The elder blonde looked down momentarily, lost in thought. "Of course I am," she started, "but I know Mum does this for a good reason." The younger was about to retort when his sister cut him off quickly, "And I'm not about to question her actions."

"Fine un," Deidara turned away. "…but you still can't tell me what to do," he continued stubbornly.

"I'm your sister! And I care about you," she said, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you." she looked at her brother sadly.

Deidara's gaze softened. "Nothing will happen to me, you don't need to worry un," he said, his heart still firmly set on sneaking out of the house.

"At least think twice about this," Ino said almost pleadingly. The younger nodded begrudgingly, knowing he was not able to change his sister's mind.

Of course, driven by his abash and audacious nature, he never listened to his sister.

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