Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight.
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MANS POV (On looker)
It was late at night, don't know the time I don't own a watch. I jus know cause I stumbled down onto the gutter around eight I guess the clock tower said it, those rich people can't be wrong…I guess.
It was around that time that I saw a young girl, bout fifteen sixteen, tiny thing she'd be what you call petite she was short too. An pale, with light brown hair. She was pretty damn cute I'd give her that.
Anyway so the 'kid' walked real quick checkin over her shoulder every few minutes, walkin like a monkey was on her back. Her wide eyes wider than what I assumed they'd normally be like, she looked real scared.
Though it's understandable for her, so small and pale she looked so very breakable. But not that it was any of my business I'm jus a simple homeless man, I've seen a lot in my time. Believe it or not but Kyoto had got an underworld and it's fucked, well and truly.
But back to this kid, I watched her for a while and thought perhaps just to make sure the kid got home safe, she had a bag full of books and had called her parents to apologise for spending so much time at the local Library, see she's a good girl.
So I followed her and she moved faster and faster, I know she didn't see me because she wasn't looking where I was instead in the corners of the street.
It was then, I saw the by far most horrific thing of my lifetime, this creature…human, I couldn't tell it moved that fast. It had grabbed the girl by her small waist and thrown her into a wall knocking a few of the loose bricks down.
Ouch.
I went forward to help her, but by the time I managed to get through the bushes the thing which had revealed it's thin self to be a man with crimson eyes. He was beautiful but so very clearly not human, he ran off in a blur again and disappeared into the night.
Leaving the petite little thing to slide down the wall blood running down her neck and staining her white shirt completely, she was sitting there trying to get her haggard breaths out. I got to her and tried to wake her up, she moaned in pain and tried to move "don move" I told her, "that thing ripped you good". She looked down at her shirt and cried out a little.
"Oh, god" sobbed, "please don't be one of them" I raised a brow, that was jus weird. What the hell did she mean by them. I never got to ask her that question actually instead I asked for her name well for now, "wos your name kid?"
"Sayori Wakaba" she managed to splutter out, she soon was coughing and blood began to run down her nose. I frowned at this, and pulled back the collar of her shirt. Sure enough, call me crazy if you like I couldn't give a shit but this is what I saw.
"what did that thing do to ya!" there were two puncture wounds in her neck deep and seeping thick crimson blood that was rolling down, fluently into her shirt. But it wasn't jus that, there were claw marks across her left side collar bones. That deep, so deep that the bone showed itself and the skin peeled itself back, the blood coming from there too.
It was obvious even for an uneducated bum like me that if she didn't get help soon she'd die from blood loss, "where'd you live kid?".
"6th avenue on the 6th building floor six" she coughed, I looked around and cursed that was a good fifteen minute walk and if it took that long she'd surely die.
"Gimme your phone" I said shortly, she looked at me a little confused "I ain't gonna rob ya that ain't my style" she looked at me with those wide brown eyes, and felt about her bag, "in bag?" I asked, she nodded. I dove my hand into her bag and searched around for a phone, surely I pulled it out and pushed the buttons '000'
"Hello triple zero what's your emergency?"
"there's a girl and she's been attacked badly she's bleeding real bad and is loosing conciseness. We at Sanku Road near block ten" I finished quickly.
"An ambulance is on their way"
I breathed a little, but it wasn't over those ambo's had to get here first. Looking down at the girl I realised she was prettier than I knew before. Even with the blood and all she looked like a fallen angel or somethin, "hey Sayori, know what it was that attacked you jus now?" best to keep her talking, stop her from falling asleep.
Livin on the streets you learn a few things they don't teach ya in school.
She said nothing, but her wide childish eyes said she knew what that thing was. "look Yori if I can call ya that, I saw the bite mark. I'm thinking Vampire"
She nodded gravely, and her eyes went wide and she twisted into my arms, her own slender arms grippin her stomach, she was actin like some-one stuck a hook in her tum "hey Yori, you okay?" I frowned, what was goin on with this kid "oi" I said.
"Pain" she cried out, jus then the ambo's made their appearance. They pulled quickly up and lifted the petite little thing of course I didn't get to see the kid after that and was bombarded with new reporters.
Turns out her parents owned a large and wealthy company, her old man did, and her mother was a famous fashion designer, so I saved a real rich kid.
Well they shipped her off to some private hospital and I read about her in the news papers I found in the trash. Said she came home over two weeks ago and her 'rents' were worried about her mental state, saying that she was attacked by a severely deranged man.
Nothing about the fact he was a Vampire, that was probs where the insane idea came from; but it said she was mumbling and what not. Poor kid no bloody privacy.
Oh well, I know what I'm doin though, think it's time to get off the streets and get a job. Now I know what roams round them, I'm not gonna die.
Might as well give it a shot.
END OF MANS POV
Sayori sat inside her bedroom, her door was closed and curtains shut. The petite girl sat there rocking her small frame muttering to herself continuously "don't let it take you, don't let it take you". The once happy girl, buried her head into her lap and began to sob.
"Don't let it take you, don't let it take you" she told herself over and over as if that would make the agony inside her body go away. As if that was going to make her twisting organs stop and leave her in peace. Her organs gave another painful twist and Yori grabbed her stomach in pain as she began to twist on the bed.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed, but it seemed no matter how much she screamed the pain wouldn't ever leave her alone.
Yori groaned, and tried to push herself up from the bed and walk over towards the door; that was when her nose began to bleed once again and the pain in her chest and organs intensified causing Sayori Wakaba to feint.
She had lay there for at least an hour or more before her father and mother came up to chastise her about not answering their demands, but they got the shock of their life. Well another one, when they found their daughters nearly lifeless body in a pool of her own blood, the two week old wounds that were across the left side of her collar bones had reopened and started to freely bleed again.
Yori's mother had cried out in horror and called for the doctor that was at their pent house home now, anxious to meet the troubled and traumatised teen. The mental health doctor had come running into the room and examined Yori telling her parents that she's reopened the wounds herself and the feinting spell was caused by her own self harm.
Her parents had listening to the doctor and heeded his word when he told them to have Yori put into a mentally disabled home until he gave Yori's okay again.
"She's too dangerous for your reputation and for herself. Do the right thing" he said, her mother with a heavy heart and her father his head hung signed the papers and Yori was moved into a mental facility. For extreme cases of the insane.
Walking out of the pent house and onto the street the doctor pulled out a small cell phone and dialled the number he was after "sir, they bought it and it's done" he said.
The voice on the other line "excellent, well done my stupid pet"
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Well I all hope you liked this chapter for my new horror story, so please review makes my day quite literary.
Claudia-Maria Anne