Chapter 2 : unforgivable

I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing. I mustn't of dozed for very long the light outside was only just beginning to get dark. I realized the lights weren't on eighter in the class room. Remembering what had woke me in the first place I looked up to zero. He was still hunched over his desk but something about his stiff posture made me scared. I sat up worried.

"Zero? What's wrong are you okay?" he turned around to face me his hand was holding his throat as if in angony but I new what it was straight away. It was uncontrollable thirst. A thirst only for blood that was making his throat sting with pain and his soft pastel eyes turn a shade of scarlet red. His mouth was parted with breathing hard and I could see his canines had gone larger . They were now fangs. His other hand was clutching the desk hard. His knuckles white with the strain.

"zero its okay am here for you" I turned my neck and lifted my short brown hair away so he had a clear path to my throat. It was something I had done for him for a while now. I was the only one who could give him blood to help him stop turning level E. This was the only thing I could do to save his life. It was an unforgivable thing to do, but in zeros lust of blood he could not resist he would hate me after, and blame me for using myself for him but I wouldn't mind I was helping. Very little but still it was something.

Slowly he crept forwards and when he was inches from my face he looked into my eyes. Those blood colored eyes scared me but I bit my lip stopping myself from whimpering like a coward. He bent down and his head sat on my shoulder for a bit he was panting even harder trying still to control his thirst but it would not stay controlled I new it. He had to have blood. If not well I don't no what would happen, maybe his insanity would kick in and he would never return back to himself. That thought pained me and I pushed it to the back of my mind trying only to think about what I could do now at the present time.

"Go on please" I whispered encouraging him even more. He couldn't control himself and his mouth found my neck. He licked it first tasting me and finding the best place to bite. I shivered. He usually did this than bit in straight away but he carried on to lick and then place his mouth around the skin as if to kiss it. I shivered some more and held his head with one arm and with the other I held onto his back. I could feel him opening his mouth wider the tips of his fangs touching my skin. The pain came then as he dragged his teeth through my skin tearing it easily.

It stung at first but then started to feel pleasurable. Okay so this was new to, id usually be to scared and the pain would stay with me until he would finish but it was almost gone. All I could feel was little ounces of pleasure. I could feel my life blood flowing into him. I grabbed his hair tightly and his back breathing hard. He then took his fangs out and licked the trail of blood that had escaped.

His tongue snaked out finding every bit that had spilled over, he then went lower over my shoulder and I moaned slightly not even realizing I was doing it. He started nipping at my shoulder, maybe he was tasting me some more ready to bite in a new place, but he didn't. His head came back up and he looked at me his eyes were slowly turning back to normal and I looked back at him my cheeks flushing red from moaning out loud. He looked slightly red to. There was a little bit of blood still on his lips and I put a finger on it to take it away. His closed his eyes to my touch as if he found it comforting. I kept my finger there over his bottom lip and he brought his hand up and stroked my hand.

"I'm sorry" his voice was barely even a whipser he sounded sorrowful and pained. It made me want to cry. Cry for him. Cry for the frustration I felt because I new I couldn't make him better.

"you have nothing to be sorry for"

"yes I do yuki, I wish you wouldn't be so ready to give blood to me, I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to find myself one day not being able to stop and draining you. I can't let that happen"

"exactly you wont let that happen you will be able to keep controlling yourself" his hand left mine and I pulled away too keeping my hands on the desk and looking away. I wish he would just listen to me and stop making everything hard for himself.

"I wish you wouldn't trust me so much, for your sake"

"I trust you with me life" it was the truth I did. When we were little even though he was always in scary and annoyed moods I did always feel safer with him around. It was still the same now. The class room was getting dark but I didn't feel afraid with him next to me. If he wasn't here I would be running for a light switch before my nightmares could catch up to me.

"You really shouldn't" he said laying his head down on the desk again. He was staring at me again and I couldn't help but stare back. I wish I new what he was really thinking about. I want to just open up his head and listen to all the thoughts that must be smashing around and around making him always so angry.

"ill always trust you and you know it" he sighed at my words. He didn't have a come back because he new if he carried on saying I wouldn't trust him that id just say I would and our conversation would carry on in circles forever. I wouldn't give up. Not on him. He yarned slightly and closed his eyes for a while.

"why don't you have a nap I wont speak"

"if teacher comes back and sees me he'll make us stay behind forever, and I don't really want to sleep"

"you look tried" he had dark circles around his eyes and his face seemed to pale. How many sleepless nights had he had this week. I was glad it was Friday it meant I could relax for most of the weekend.

"don't worry about me" he sighed. Why did he always try and stop me from caring about him. Every time I felt I got a step closer to him he'd take three back and he would keep backing down while I tried to catch up to him. I wish he could just let me understand him more. I want to help him more then just give blood every now and then. But being more like a friend to him seems like an impossible job. It all depends on him.

I didn't reply not wanting to get onto another debate about what I feel is always different to how he feels. I was sick of feeling like I was getting further away from him. Maybe I should back off more and give him some space.

"its getting dark in here" the moon was out though in the sky and was lighting up most of the classroom. I didn't mind the dark all of the time sometimes its peaceful. Calming.

"ummm"

"its late now shouldn't he be coming back to let us out. What if he forgets we will be trapped here all weekend" I hope he doesn't spending the weekend sat next to zero didn't feel much like fun as ino zero finds me annoying.

"ill break the door down if I have to" he said chuckling again. I laughed to. Something about his slight laughter was contagious and felt right.

"were meant to have dinner with the chairmen soon as well" he told me ignoring my eye rolls. The chairmen wasn't a very good cook but it was bearable but what I didn't like most about the chairman was that he always seemed to say the wrong things around zero. Like the mention of family or good vampires. Both subjects of which zero never talked about and when he did he only had bad things to say.

"I guess we wont be missing much though" I laughed. Just thinking about the chairman cutting up fish heads and boiling them. ewww. He laughed again more louder this time and more real. What was wrong with him tonight this had to be the first time he had laughed so much in his entire life. Maybe he was ill or just slightly drunk from my blood. If that was even possible.