Chapter 2
Marik's P.O.V
"Marik! Are you okay?" said Ishizu as she rushed over to help me up.
"Yea, I'm fine," I said sarcastically, narrowing my eyes. "I just fell on my face for the second time today, that's all." Slowly, with Ishizu's help, I managed to stand up and walk toward the table. I flopped down in the nearest open chair.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Ishizu asked, concern in her voice. "Do you need some ice or something?"
I smirked. I really didn't think she grasped the concept of sarcasm.
"Well . . ." I said with the smirk still on my face "It would be nice if you could give me that blood bag over there." I nodded toward the blood bag about a foot away front of me. Mom sat there and shook her head.
"Marik," she said as she shook her head. "You don't have to make your sister-."
But it was too late; Ishizu had already grabbed the bag and held it up to me. I sat there, my smirk fading into an impish smile. Ishizu always treated me like a little brother that had a disability. On most occasions, its extremely annoying. But it also meant that I could be that much lazier.
With that, I raised my breakfast as if to toast to laziness, and bit the bag eagerly. My fangs lowered and pierced the plastic, and I finally began to enjoy the sweet red liquid. I felt better immediately; as soon as the warm blood entered my mouth, a sense of ease and relief flowed through me. I could feel it flowing down my throat and into my stomach, radiating through me and returning my strength. By the time I was done, I felt completely fine, though the entire process had only lasted about 5 seconds.
I opened my eyes as I finished (though I didn't even remember closing them). Mom was looking down at her book, but Ishizu stared at me with wide eyes. I looked down and saw that I had blood all over my white shirt.
Dammit, this was my favorite sleep-shirt.
I noticed my fangs were still out and I sucked them in quickly, and hoped Ishizu didn't notice. I stood to go get a new shirt from my room, watching her reaction. As I did so, she took a shaky step back.
Well that hurt. . .
(She tells me that she doesn't think of me as a monster, and that she loves me for who I am, but sometimes I find that hard to believe. . . like now. )
I walked out of the kitchen with my head down, hiding my face. I heard mom call Ishizu over my shoulder. I was extremely tempted to eavesdrop, but I didn't think it was something I wanted to hear. It was probably just another talk to remind Ishizu not to overreact to me eating. Besides, I had to get my shirt in the wash before the blood stained.
I turned down the hall and went upstairs. With a sigh, I put the painting back up on my way to my room.
"Thanks for the help," I mumbled to it. Talking to paintings. . . never a good sign.
As I climbed the stairs, I heard something hit the floor with a low THUD. It had come from my brother's room.
I already had an idea of what happened, but I checked just in case. I opened his door slowly, making sure the hinges didn't squeak. I poked my head through the door to find that I had been right.
There he was, upside down and next to his bed. He had fallen off . . . again.
Not bothering to close the door, I tip-toed cautiously over to him. How could he still be asleep after he fell off the bed? It must be a talent. (A talent I kinda wanted; I could barely sleep through a storm. He could probably sleep through an earthquake, tornado, and alien invasion all at the same time.) I stood over him, having no idea what the hell to do.
I tired to shake him lightly. . . which I really should not have done. As soon as I touched him, even with the lightest pressure, his eyes flew open. He screamed once and his reflexes kicked in and his legs started flailing. I got hit once in the stomach and then again in the jaw before I fell back.
I stumbled backwards and then tripped (again!) by a chair that had mysteriously appeared behind me.
"Ow! Damn!" I growled, rubbing the back of my head where it hit the wall and tucking my face into my knee. "Just how many times am I going to fall today?"
"Oh. . . I'm sorry Marik. You scared me." I looked up and saw him start to walk toward me.
I had to ask before I let my annoyance get the better of me.
"Odion," I said with irritation, "how is it that when you fall off your bed head-first you don't wake up, but when I barely touch you, you turn into some kind of psycho-ninja on me?"
Odion looked at me for a long minute, then broke into spastic laughter.
He chocked out, "I" -laugh- "don't" -laugh- "even know!" -more laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell back onto his bed, and it suddenly broke under the acute weight. His face turned a bright red, and it was my turn to laugh with him. For the next several minutes, we both sat where we had each fallen, laughing in pain and at the sheer stupidity of our situation.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but I could have sworn I heard shouting coming through the open door.
Ishizu's P.O.V
Watching Marik eat is always hard for me. It just doesn't seem right to see my little brother gorging himself on blood! Not that he's vicious when he eats; he looks calm or even content. It's just that. . . he's kind of a messy eater.
The blood spills out over his jaw and runs down his skin. It's repulsive, and frankly, horrific. I recall being in the living room about a month ago and him coming from the kitchen completely drenched in blood.
It reminds me of HIM. It makes me think he's come back for Marik.
Sometimes I think I'm overreacting, but can I help it if I'm protective of my younger brother? Wouldn't any sister be?
That's why I try to leave the room before he starts eating; but this time I didn't even get two steps before he started to bite the bag. I. . . I just froze; my eyes stared at him in repulsion.
The bag split open with a sickening RIP and the red liquid flooded from his mouth. (I could be mistaken, but it looked like only a third of the blood was making it into his mouth.) The rest was on his face, neck, or shirt. His eyes closed slowly, like he was enjoying the blood. (I've yet to believe that anyone could find it appealing, even for vampires.)
Finally the bag was sucked dry, but Marik continued to bite it as if to be sure he hadn't missed a single drop.
He snapped his eyes open, seeming as if he had forgotten where he was. He looked first at mom, and then his eyes settled on me. His eyes stared critically into mine, trying to read them.
I wondered what he saw there.
I watched him as he looked down at his red-stained shirt. He just stared at it for a moment. (I almost thought he was going to start sucking on the collar.)
He stood up suddenly, and I was caught off guard by this sudden movement enough that I stumbled backwards a little.
When I did, I saw pain in his eyes.
I tried to say something, but I was still frozen. It saddened me that I couldn't comfort him. I wanted to tell him it was okay, that I was fine, but I couldn't make any words come out.
Then, as if to mirror my thoughts of abandonment, he turned around and walked upstairs with his head hung, leaving me behind.
Right after he was out of hearing range, mom called my attention.
"Ishizu can I talk to you?" I turned toward her. She had put her book back down on the table; never a good sign.
I responded only by going to the table and siting down; I still wasn't sure I could speak yet. But I was ready to hear what she had to say.
"Ishizu, we can't keep doing this. I don't have any time anymore, what with the two jobs. I didn't know what else to do with Marik, so. . . I signed him up."
My heart stopped, then picked up again at double time. It beat with the force of a chopper's blades. I felt my face get pale and my breathing become quick and shallow.
"Are you serious?" I whispered.
Mom nodded, watching me carefully.
Shocked, I shouted, "What are you thinking? I thought that you would know better! You know as well as I do what could happen to Marik! What could we do if someone found out he was a mix child?" My face felt hot with anger.
Then suddenly, it vanished, my body going cold again. "I don't know what I would do with myself if something bad happened to him," I whispered. I felt tears forming in my eyes.
My mom put a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I tilted my head just enough to look into my her eyes.
She sank down to my level. "I know," she said, her voice steady. "I know what could happen and I know the risk we're taking. And I wouldn't do this unless it was absolutely necessary. But you have to remember that Marik isn't a little kid anymore; he can take care of himself.
"And I'm sending you with him, of course. You know I wouldn't even consider it under any other circumstance."
I nodded my head. It did make me feel a little better knowing I would be there with him.
Mom squeezed my shoulder and got up to leave the kitchen, leaving me alone in the silence. I gathered my thoughts and my tears eventually stopped flowing. Of course, I would have to be the one to tell Marik. I'd rather wrestle a tiger, I thought.
22: sorry about not updating as fast as I would have liked. please review.I would like to know if I need to be more clear on things or if I'm too wordy and stuff like that. and I would like to thank any and all that read my ugh anything you will like to add PSYCO?
PSYCO: hehe u said my name: PSYCO next to ninja. I'm so flattered. and thanks too all the peeps that read loves you even though we dont know you!
22: ? thats not really relivent but ok.
22: ugh Marik would you like to say anything?
Marik: (noms on empty blood bag)
