Chapter 2 is up! Well, yeah...Oh, and I really appreciate the reviews ^^

thinking

"talking"

Interrogation

When Kyoya is (carefully) thrown on the bed, his stimuli directed him to glare on the suspect menacingly but due to some circumstances, like pain on the neck and back, he can't turn around so he just cursed. Now he's in a position facing the bed, not giving a glimpse of the lady in the process.

"Throwing an injured person is not an action a decent person would do," he stated menacingly while raising his head a little to prevent muffling his words. He emphasized a word in the process but he flinched on his words. This lady here may not even be human.

"Sorry, I'm not human," the lady who calls herself Haruhi and with a very extravagant name, stated. It seems like she just voiced his thoughts aloud.

He heard her mutter some words that he can't hear clearly.

"Now is safe. You can ask every question and I'll answer it completely...within reason," she said with a bored tone.

Kyoya made a face. Safe? No one escapes the line of knowledge of their family...well, maybe for Haruhi, it can be possible. So, she tested her logic.

"How can you be so sure that eavesdroppers may not be around?" He started, testing her.

Haruhi merely raised one eyebrow then answered:

"There are two reasons. I'm aware that you know the first one but the second is out of line. So first, neither any of your servants or family sensed a single hair that belongs to you-" Kyoya smirked inwardly at this. This lady is remarkably brilliant"- Second is that I casted some spell that may fend of even the greatest eavesdroppers," She finished with a thoughtful look.

Kyoya furrowed his brows. So she can cast spells, huh? Is she a witch? But witches can't drink blood...or maybe we're wrong about our insight or is she a vampire that can cast off spells? There's one way to find out.

"You...cast spells?" Kyoya inquired, sounding slightly muffled due to his position. He asked it with pure curiosity.

"Well, that's what we call them but...if you study on it further, it's more like manipulating one's senses...like deafening an individual. Our power influences their system. Well, we called it a 'spell' as a convinience to make it short," She countered monotoniously, making her sound like succumbing through deep thoughts.

"What are you?" Kyoya asked while hiding his rising fear and dissapointment. Fear because supernaturals are possible meaning, these powers exist and dissapointment because he felt like fate seemed to rebuke his last resolve about supernaturals and he felt somewhat defeated, knowing that he is proclaimed wrong for the first time.

"A vampire," she muttered. Well, he really felt certain this time. Fate really did a good job rebuking him. At least, this cleared his confusion whether she's a witch or a vampire.

"...Why did you proclaim me as your master?"

"..The fact that I drank your blood without consent makes me do so. It's a rule that can't be broken and now, I'm tied with your blood,"

His eyes widened. What did she just say?

"What? How?" He inquired sternly, completely satisfied that he didn't stammer.

"I saw you lying on the fire caused by some sort of crash and well...saved you. Since I have some blood lust that time...I unconciously bit you-" he flinched at that"-on the wrist and well...sorry about that," she said but he had a feeling that this is amusing her knowing that he is flinching. He felt embarassed knowing that the great Kyoya Ootori is flinching in line of sight-be it humans , vampires or supernaturals, he can't flinch. So instead of letting her continue her amusement, he asked another much needed question:

"So, what is the consequence siding with me being your master?"

He sensed another wave of amusement emanating from his back.

He had a feeling that he's not going to like it.

"I'll be your servant in exchange of your blood-" she's cut off when he again asked, trying to turn the tables.

"If I didn't give you a drink then...?"

He is certain that she is smiling with mischief. So much for turning the tables.

"Then, I'll be forced to drink someone's blood and you'll be held responsible. Masters who can't keep the deal are...exiled,"

"As a matter of fact, I'm not the one who started the deal,"

"Your blood is inside me now. You can't turn back and I also can't..."

Silence.

"How old are you then?" he started interrogating. It seems better than silence.

"475..years old,"

So she's that old? A name made a way through his mind. It sounded like his name and she called him with that name before. Is it Kyota? Kyomo? After a long time of guessing, he shrugged it off.

"Position?"

"...pardon?"

He rolled his eyes. So much for oldies.

"Society standard please..."

"I'm a princess," she stated nonchalantly. A princess!? He never knew a princess named like her name. He felt business coming, merits started to swirl. So that made him turn around, wincing at the process. He cursed again. Why does he kept forgetting that he is injured? At this rate, he should have called the hospital. Before he could reach the phone he saw Haruhi standing there looking at him with amusement. He can't stop noticing her. She has these beautiful eyes and a very soft looking brown hair. A very fair complexion, perfect nose, perfect lips and a great assets in a black victorian dress. He noticed that she had this hourglass figure. More like 29-23-29 kind of figure. She has this elegant and regal aura. Truly, she's fit for a princess and it really flattered him to know that this lady is his servant - in other words, his.

His eyes widened slightly then narrowed in slits. When did he get so possessive with a person? Well, a vampire yes, but she still looked human. So, he asked her again, not wanting her to sense his unease.

"So can you send me to uhm..." He trailed off, trying to find the right word. She's an oldie so he needs an oldie word for her to comprehend. He sensed her irritation. He smirked. So, she found that out?

"Hospital, right? I may be old or in an oldie era before but I've been ...updated," she muttered.

"Well, you sound like you slept for all those years," he told her, a matter-of-factly.

"That's exactly what happened," she stated with bitterness, scrunching her face in the process then turned into a hard scowl. He noticed that there is something more than that but, he chose not to butt in.

He just raised an eyebrow to block his earlier suspicions that he might have unconciously made to change his expressions.

"Then how did you update yourself?," now that's how he liked it.

"When I drank your blood, knowledge flowed out with it..," with that, she looked away.

He pursed his lips.

"How much did you know?" He inquired in a business manner.

"Just basic things...nothing personal..," she replied with a bored look. That must clear it.

Before he could ask another question, his phone buzzed.

It's Tamaki.

Haruhi can look indifferent outside but inside, she is slightly worried when he asked...how much she knew. She just lied with the most bored look she could muster and that seemed to convince him. She knew more than that. His lifestyle, his work and so on. She doesn't even know if the rules directing human-vampire relationship could still be existing, sensing his doubts radiate from him. She admits that Kyoya is very good at hiding his emotions and doubts but not from a very perceptive creature like her.

She continued to watch him, eyeing the handheld. She doesn't know how it works but according to the details his blood gave her, it is called a cellphone.

She gave him a weird look when he leaned to her direction instead of answering his phone.

"Can you carry me to the hospital?" He whispered.

That gave her shivers. His warm breath makes her squirm. She breathed deeply then carted him off to the hospital. All the basic knowledge learned from drinking his blood kicked in. She rushed into the reception, presented Kyoya then said two words:

"Ootori, injured,"

Then hell came loose in the hospital.

This one's short...yeah I know...till the next update!