I wreaked havoc on all vampires alike. Though, I was not allowed to touch the former Night Class, no matter how much I wanted to rip their insolent, arrogant necks. Especially, their pureblood leader.
I walked forward, the Bloody Rose in my hands, my heart broken, glowering at the vampire holding the young girl with the brown hair and chestnut eyes. The scene oddly reminded me of Yuuki as she thrashed under Aido's inhumane strength as he drew blood from her palm. The girl had the same desperate pose as she tried to pull away, only this man was taking the blood from her pretty, white neck. I walked up to him standing safely behind the bloodsucker, cautioning the girl to pretend to be unconscious. Then I cleanly shot the man behind the ribs. The girl stared up at me with wide, shiny eyes. Not as beautiful as Yuuki's by a mile though. Yet, she reminded me especially when she thanked me with a grateful smile, like this happened every day.
My eyes narrowed in frustration. Yuuki was in my every thought. Why? Why do I love her, so much that it feels like my heart is being ripped into not two but into minuscule pieces that can never be taped back up. Only Yuuki has the ability to fix me. And she would never do that.
I turned on my heel, taking long strides away from the girl without even a 'you're welcome'.
I ran back to my 'home'. Or the almost fixed up Cross Academy.
The "Chairman" was in the other room, writing something on a pale piece of paper. I walked by trying to remain undetected.
"Kiryu, come in here for a second," the chairman called. I cursed internally.
"What is it?" I asked my voice was annoyed and disrespectful. The chairman disregarded it with a sigh.
"Yuuki, she left a note for you." I felt my heart grow. "I haven't read it."
I snatched the note he was holding for me and stalked to my room, unraveling the letter.
There, in Yuuki's hand writing said:
Dear Zero,
I.. don't want to have to kill you and I'm not ready to die from the hand of my former best friend. I don't know if you feel the same way. So I beg you with this letter, shall we spare each other's life? Or remain sour enemies that once loved each other a great deal.
Love, Yuukii
I felt my heart throb painfully, staring at the smudgy handwriting. Love, Yuuki. Love.
It made me angry for her to make my hopes sing like this.
"This is torture," I growled, rummaging my cabinets.
Ah, there it is. Heady wine. I took a big gulp from the glass, chugging it down.
Blood is better, I thought, sliding to the ground and bursting into tears, my vampire mind immune to the alcohol.
Why do you hate me so much, Yuuki? I hate that I feel this way!