Chapter 4
Forget It
Just forget it, I know how to handle this… Who cares about me any way…Zero's Profile Part 2
I felt like strangling someone. This meeting with that damned Kuran vampire would never end. I swear that I would kill either of them the next time I saw them. It wouldn't be polite if I just slowly and ever so quietly reached down for my pocket which inside contained my gun…
"I'll let her know that I saved a dance for you Headmaster…I mean President." After correcting himself that monster smiled, the stupid chairman smiled one even wider back at him.
Wait, what did he just say?
"I appreciate that, Kaname-sama." The chairman/President (whatever) was in one of his stupid moods, again.
Ugh. Wherever did his brain go? Well he does have type AB blood, go figures. You know what they say about a person who has blood type AB…
"Hey Zero, have fun watching a bunch of undead vampires dance." My master, Toga Yagari said after that dreaded meeting.
Great, I was on duty again. Fun.
"…" I was complaining on the inside. Basically killing myself over and over again. I shouldn't face this, why was it me?
"Hey don't forget, she will be there too." The chairman just had to bring it up again.
She would die, just not yet but she will eventually. I'll be there to see it… maybe ending her very life myself. To see her suffer, to see her painfully cry out in sheer torment as she slowly fades away into that deep and dark abyss. Would I actually be able to stand the sight of her in pain? The very essence of her was addicting.
"I won't forget." Never said that I did forget in the first place. But then who really cares about me anyway? Only a couple of names came to mine and one of them shouldn't have even been there.
"Good luck, Zero." My master simply stated he was grouchy again.
"I'll try, master, I'll try." I answered, man this really wasn't worth it. This sucked in more ways than just one. Maybe I should have unlocked the safety on my gun anyway.
You can do it, you can do it. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths…
These heels hurt, but I must practice for Kaname's sake. One more step…
CRASH!
At least I landed gracefully, this long hair that I had was getting in the way. It was now starting to get very unruly like someone I knew…
"Cat-like. Who knew you could be so graceful?" Kaname teased me, a sly smile on his lips.
"Onii-san! You're so mean!" I playfully joked with him. Giving him a light punch on his arm affectionately.
"Yuki, you are the mean one…" What now? He was being so sad, so serious. His eyes were so heartbreaking, painful and aching.
What amount of self-pain and torture did this man go through?
"I'm sorry that I am making you suffer Onii-san. I really am a horrible fiancée, I don't deserve you." I basically begged Kaname-sama for forgiveness. The overall sole reason being that I wanted to erase his pain and all his torture.
"You're right Yuki, you are such a horrible fiancée. But you are how ever my VERY dear girl." Kaname took my face in his big, strong and soft hand. I could feel his life essence flow through him along with something else, something that wasn't supposed to be there.
"I know I am, I shouldn't even be here with you Onii-san..." How did this conversation get fixed upon me and how bad I was?
"Yuki the only way for you to pay for your actions is to…" The words faded and blurred, everything was in a mess. Tender lips caressed my neck, then bit deeply into my skin. I could feel his addicting presence as he sucked my very life and my very feelings out of my neck in the pure delicious blood that he craved.
I would make up for everything in my past. Including loving the man I should never have, the very man that I crave.
The vampire ball would soon be coming… I would be introduced by my lovely Onii-san, but HE would also be there. Watching painfully from a distance, with lonely and painful eyes that somewhat mirrored Kaname's own eyes.
Would I be able to stand that vampire ball? What about you Zero, could you stand the very sight of me? Just wait until you see me, you are going to pay…
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