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I DO NOT OWN BLOOD+
"Saya?"
Haji looked down at the hospital bed at the stirring red queen. She had not been asleep for her whole thirty year cycle, but they needed her help for the war.
"Saya… " He brushed her silky black hair off of her face. At the sudden contact her eyes flashed open, glowing a blood red color that meant imminent death to any chiropteran who stood in her way. Her pale pink lips that were starved for blood curled into a snarl. Haji frowned at the movement; he did not run or back away, for he was not scared of her.
In one quick movement she was out of the sterile white bed and tearing the I.V.s from her arms. Haji made a small movement to stop her, but she was already finished and heading towards the door. He knew what she was looking for. Blood.
But why not take his? He was her chevalier. He didn't have time to think about this as he heard a scream come from the next room over. He walked in to find Dr. Jackson Silverstein bloodless and pale in a puddle of his own blood and flesh. It was a shame since his wife was pregnant with her first child, but Haji showed no emotion and left to follow the bloody footprints now decorating the halls.
When he reached the end of the hall and headed out the door he could see Saya fading away into the seemingly fitting bloody red sunrise. Being her chevalier it was his duty to stay by her side no matter the consequences, so he strides with great speed to her side. It seems fate has chosen its first victim of the new day.
Saya stands panting over her fresh human kills. She smiles triumphantly and kicks the carcass at her feet. It's the carcass of a young boy, no more than the age of four. In his shirt she places a red rose with blue veins running up and down the petals. This is her chiropteran side's calling card. The true red queen.
She shows no pain in her eyes, only great determination. She shows no joy to accompany her smirk. She shows no regret at the fact that her first and forever loyal chevalier's delicately sliced arm lays lifeless at her feet, for she knows the rest of his body is scattered throughout the battlefield. She shows no hint of her terrified human self within her, watching and crying at the loss of her love. The bloody figure that is our former valiant red queen drops to the ground in slumber. The last thing she sees it her chevalier's dead eyes staring painfully truthful, back at her own.
AW... I LIKED HAJI! BUT OH WELL. READ ON AND HE MAY BE RESURRECTED... OR NOT. BUT CLICK THAT REVEIW BUTTON SINCE NO ONE IS GOING TO DO IT FOR YOU!