So I recently became re-obsessed with VK, and I was like "I haven't seen this story!" and so I've written it!
Cross Academy was larger in person. I craned my neck up to see the top of the main building, and even then she couldn't succeed. A voice in the back of my head whispered, 'go check on Michael. Go check on him,' but I couldn't. I was already behind schedule with meeting with the headmaster.
"Ah, miss Ayane!" A man cried gleefully. His reflective glasses hid his eyes from my view, and I resented not having my own sunglasses to shield part of my identity. "I'm Kaien Cross, headmaster of Cross Academy. Please come with me!" He took me in stride to his office, a ways off from the original building I'd thought we'd enter.
He sat at his desk and I pulled up one of the chairs. "As our newest student, are there any questions about the living arrangements or other students?" He asked in sweet innocence.
"Can I have my own room?" I asked bluntly. Might as well make it clear what I want.
I could tell he was eyeing me suspiciously under those thick glasses. "Why would you need it?"
"Will this stay private?" I inquired, not sure whether or not I could trust this strange bipolar person. He nodded his head and gestured me to say why. "I have a son." I admitted.
He straightened his posture a bit. "Aren't you a bit young to be a mother?"
"That is not a necessary question."
"Will he stay in your room?"
"I will see to it that he is fed and well-cared for while I'm in classes."
Kaien grimaced a bit, fast enough that I wouldn't have been able to catch it if I wasn't paying close attention. "Alright." He caved in. "I'll see to it that you have your own room."
"Thank you, sir."
"Anything else?"
"No, sir."
"Then I shall see you tomorrow!" He did this weird ballet-like thing as I walked out.
The hall was full of students, and each one turned to look at me as I lengthened my stride.
A pungent aroma hit me like a wall. Blood...a familiar scent for me. I followed the smell and found myself across one bridge and onto another one.
"Miss!" A young woman yelled, breaking the trance-like hold the smell had on me. "No one other than Night Students and those on the Disciplinary Committee are permitted into the Moon Dorms."
I blinked away the surprise of her appearance. "Very sorry." I said plainly, walking back down the bridge. Down the steps and into the town I followed the winding paths to my apartment.
The scene was horrible.
The complex was ablaze, with victims laying in the street as firefighters and police came. I scanned each face and realized Michael wasn't among them. Without a second thought I rushed into the blaze, feeling the heat lick my skin. "Michael!" I shrieked, jumping over the flames to my upper level apartment.
A child's cries from within the room caused my senses to panic. 'Save the cub!' A thought ordered. I hit the door and threw it off its hinges.
"Momma! Momma!" Michael's cries came from the corner of the room, where he was surrounded by the orange and yellow demons. I jumped to the barrier and grabbed the toddler from his corner.
I took off my coat and covered his face with it and began assessing escape routes.
Front door: blocked by fallen timber.
Fire escape: window sealed shut after Michael once tried to run off that way.
The only other option was a window on the right of me. But two stories up, that's a long way down. And a long story to spin. How would I explain the fact that I landed perfectly fine from that height?
Michael began to drift to sleep, and I knew I was running out of options. So I held him close to me and charged the window.
It shattered with ease, allowing me to focus on the landing. My feet hit the ground, but my body rolled in a side fall, cradling Michael in my arms like a fragile egg.
The authorities swarmed me, asking me questions at a mile a minute. I ignored them for the most part, wrapped up in getting Michael medical help.
"What's his name?" An on-site doctor asked.
"Makoto Fujikawa." I lied as smooth as butter. The doctor did a quick check and to my immense pleasure found nothing wrong with him. I looked back up at the blaze. 'At least packing was easy.' The voice comforted me, but I felt very nervous.
I pulled out my burner cell and called Kaien Cross. "Turns out Makoto and I will be arriving faster than we thought." I told him what happened, and he just sat on the other side as quiet as Death.
"Alright. We'll have a room prepared for you by this evening."
"Thank you, sir."
The smell of blood filled my senses again, and against my better judgement I turned in the direction the intoxicating aroma was wafting from.
A young man, maybe 17 or 16 with silver hair and gorgeous purple eyes, was walking down the street with a young girl, definitely 16, with brown hair and a reddish-brown eye color. Both wore black uniforms with red bows and a white bandanna with a strange symbol on it.
The young man looked at me, and from the second our eyes connected I knew exactly what he was. My senses always mixed up bleeding victims...and vampires.
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