kirr1001 says:

THEY ARE EVERWHERE!

Really. They are. You can pick up any book store and there's at least one hundred books of vampires. Somehow it annyoes me because they are all the same. I have never read Twilight and I'll never will. So that's why I thought maybe I could with the fashion and write my own one. Maybe it's pretty much same like other stories but it really is interesting to write about something which you don't like so much :D

(I think Buyo is he... Am I right?)

I thought it's okay if I write this 'cause I'm going to finish two of my stories soon :) And I'll try to find some inspiration fro writing My princess. But I hope you like this and sorry 'bout my bad English!

Chapter One

Reliance

She

I never told about it anyone. There wasn't really much of things that I missed.

But I missed sun.

Of course I saw it everyday if I wanted to, there wasn't any burning skins and screaming like few centuries ago. Somehow we had learnt to deal with it and that's why it didn't give us anything but headache. But I missed the real sun. The emotions which it brought with it. The memories of long days at beach with my friends, laughing and looking at boys. Beam of the lights on my black hair, coloring it almost brown. The joy and happiness when I saw it from window, the promise of good day.

Now it was there like always but I wasn't. It was close like always but far from my heart. It still shone on my hair, making it almost brown but couldn't never drive away the eternal darkness which had captured me. Deeply and permanently.

XxX

It was way past midnight. Buyo rubbed himself against my leg, obviously asking his usual question.

"Always hungry, aren't we?" I smiled and turned off the TV. My furry cat followed me at the fridge, watched carefully when I grabbed the can where his food was hidden. I sighed and poured everything in his yellow cup then placed back on the floor. As he begun to eat like he had have never food before I walked to my closet, planning to change the dark skirt and green shirt to my pajamas. Same time I glanced at the window near me and stopped. There was a figure lying on the ground which I couldn't quite see because the darknes. I could tell that it was a man and he looked a bit like Bankotsu but I didn't believe that he would lie on the grass in our dorm's yard. I slowly opened my window and felt my stomach twist. Though I had been somehow full, just the thought of stranger so close of me made me hungry again.

I gulped. "Hey you there!"

I saw him move, his head turning to look at me. I lived on the first floor so he wasn't very far from me. He quickly stood up and started to walk towards my window. The tree above him hid the full moon on the sky so I couldn't see him clearly till he was very close. But when I did, I saw his long hair, black as mine, quite handsome face and leather jacket.

"Hi", he didn't smile but his voice wasn't rude.

"Can I ask what are you doing in my yard?" I gave him a small smile.

"You sound like some old granny", he snorted. "To be honest... writin'."

I saw the small notebook in his right hand. "Outside? It's cold."

"Inside is too warm."

I chuckled. "You're weird."

"And you're normal so everybody's happy."

His talking was slightly gruff but he didn't make a move to leave so I inferred that he still wasn't bored. My stomach growled softly, insisting me to invite him in, his good smell almost made me lick my lips. But the little pieces of my heart which I still had, told me to leave him alone, I had already have my dinner today.

"Are you alone?" I asked.

"Not really. Guys dragged me here 'cause they're interested about this place so I guess if they're lucky your girlfriends have company at this moment."

Oh.

That wasn't so good thing for his friends. "So why didn't you go with them?"

He tilted his head and I saw something twinkle in his dark eyes. "Do you want me to come there?"

He made me blush though I didn't even have in mind to try something with him. Not even eating.

"Uh, no, I..." I tried to find something clever to say but he smirked at my stammering. "You jerk."

"I hear that a lot", he smirked more. I eyed him and he eyed me. Then he asked, "You know, um... what's your name?"

"Kagome", I answered softly.

"Inuyasha."

I closed my eyes sadly. I hadn't wanted to hear his name but now when I had, I couldn't just stand and watch how others would find him and bite him like they were probably doing to his friends now. I couldn't think the pain what he would suffer at that moment though it wouldn't last long.

"Inuyasha. You should leave."

"Huh?" his expression changed harsh which meant he thought I didn't want his company. "Oh. Yeah, whatever."

I almost said, 'it's not like that' but why bother? This was the best way to make him leave. Though I didn't want to hurt his feelings, he seemed like a nice guy, guy who probably would have charmed me if we had met many decades ago.

He made a move to push his hands in his jean's pockets and it seemed to irritate him when he remembered that he had the notebook. He just snorted and hide his blush, turning around. I only hoped that he would just go home, not trying to find his friends. But he surprised me by stopping after few steps and speaking; "By the way, you look really pale. You should try and eat something."

With that I saw him walk cross the trees shadow to the near street and from there back to center of the town where probably his home was. I watched him go and raised my hand, staring at its white skin, so white that I almost saw through it.

Eat? part of me wanted to laugh. Somethings just always stay ironic.

Mom,

I don't know why I'm writin' this. Maybe it's because I'm slightly drunk right now. Or maybe it's because this is the day when you died. I just heard in class how Mr. Watase, you know the most wussiest teacher in whole high school, said that it's very liberatin' to write somethin' to someone who dead. That it's like they could actually read it and understand how much you miss them or somethin'.

So now I'm liberating myself. And hey, this little book is quite cool actually, you're favorite colour. I just have nooo fuckin' idea what I'd write.

Oh, now I know! I met a girl. She was actually really pretty, dark hair and all but too pale. And too skinny. And she ditched me so I guess she's now fuckin', sorry, makin' love to someone of my friends who stayed. I'm home now, trying to make some ramen, actually eating carrot 'cause there wasn't anythin' else in our fridge. And I wouldn't care if I'd die right now.