Kouhei stood where Aya had left him and thought for a minute. She had found him with his ex, kissing. He shook the memories away and walked down the hall not paying much attention to where he was going.
Before he realized what had happened his feet had carried him to her dorm room. He touched the door and was thrown back by a wave of pain and fear. He threw the door open fearing the worse, Aya had hurt her room mate in her rage, but all he found was Aya on the floor biting her lip so hard it was bleeding. Her nails were dug into the palms of her hand causing them to bleed. Her fist were blue and closer inspection reviled her hands were broken from punching the floor which was full of tiny craters. Her back arched in pain and she clawed at her head. Tiny lines of blood followed her nails. It ran down her face mixing with her sweat and dripped off her face or smeared when she rolled over. He thought she was transforming again. "Fight it Aya!" He yelled pulling her against him in a hug. "Please fight it." He said.
She felt his arms tighten around her. Blackness covered her eyes and she fell into unconsciousness. She was inside her own mind. It was a large library. She looked around and walked down the corridors. Boxes and boxes of memories and knowledge were stored everywhere.
She then was looking at the inside of her body. The blood cells were destroying each other in a despite attempt to take control. A cool flow of energy ran through her. A witch was near by and was trying to heal her. She watched the cells stop fighting and continued on their path around her body. "A skilled witch." She muttered amazed.
"Her blood is no longer fighting." The blonde haired green-eyed witch named Mura said looking up. "Thanks." Kouhei said breathing a sigh of relief. "Do not breath easy just yet. I sense something far more sinister in store for this young fleeing." She said touching his arm.
Mura had been a village medicine woman before she had become deadly ill with a disease. The vampire prince Aurbury had saved her and brought her back to his palace where she now lived. Since she had become fascinated with the healing powers of the Wiccan had commenced to study their skills and abilities. She had become amazingly good with them.
Her hand reached out and took his. She was fairly young, for a vampire. Two hundred was not a bad age. Almost sixteen in human years. Her skin was tanned even through out the winter. She was one of Aurbury's favorites although he wouldn't admit it. You could tell in the way he treated her and smiled when she was around. Kouhei picked up Aya and took her back to her room. He laid her down gently and smiled at her. Even if he had been caught he still loved her dearly. He sighed quietly and shook the thought away. "No she will never take me back." He murmured as he watched her sleep. Suddenly he laughed quietly. "Still breathing even when she is dead." He said watching her chest rise and fall with unnecessary breaths. "But then again you have always been a little odd haven't you?" And with that he stood and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.