Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or its characters. I do however own Annabelle Locke.
Chapter Seven
"--An assortment of all the nutritious, right things. Good for your body's health! You'll never taste anything quite like this! Oh chairman, what have you gotten yourself into? With these hands I'll become the world's greatest cook!" The Chairman raised his hands and looked at them, then balled them into fists. "No, I'll become better then that!"
"I think we get the point," I muttered beneath my breath, poking the tip of my fork through a lump of meat floating aimlessly around my bowl of soup. It smelt delicious, but looked slightly repulsive. Chunks in water weren't exactly the type of thing I went for when dinner rolled around.
Never having realized the Chairman's house was so close to the school, I had been shocked when me and Yuuki had pulled around a bend and had come face to face with the small Victorian styled abode. After awhile of admiring the white-washed walls and bluish-grey roof tops, I'd finally led myself through the door.
The chairman had already been bouncing off the walls, shoving baskets of bread and bowls of soup and cups of water onto the table, which was seated for four instead of three, so I thought best not to ask questions when I found him wearing a pink apron ass well. The answer would only further confuse me weak mind.
Yuuki sat across from me, slowly devouring her meal. After a minute of watching her and her not suddenly turning green, gagging, and flopping to the floor like a dead fish, I shoved the meat chunk into my mouth and chewed.
"Do you love it?" The Chairman startled me by saying, his body mass leaning over my back to view my rhythmic jaw motions.
I paused, swallowed, and gave a ghost of a laugh in hopes that he would disappear and not be such a creep. "Yes," I answered irritated, after a minute of him not dissolving away from me. "It's very good. You're a good cook. Now will you please stop running around and sit. Or are you just making this meal for me and Yuuki?"
"And Zero." He raised his index finger and pointed to the empty chair when I responded with a quizzical expression.
"Zero?" I put down my fork and inclined my head, my eyes harsh and glowing in the dim kitchen light. "Chairman, is this some trap to get me to open up to you further? Or is this about the other day, because you know, being swarmed by the school's prefects isn't something that occurs that often, does it?"
The laugh that came next wasn't the Chairman's, and I turned my head to view Yuuki's suddenly nervous hand waving gestures at me.
"No-no, the Chairman--"
"It's dad, cute Yuuki," The man supplied hopefully.
"Right. The Chairman wouldn't do that."
Physically I could see the Chairman's shoulders droop when Yuuki ignored his simple request. Yuuki continued, "We just want to make you feel more comfortable. So when Zero comes just ignore him, cause he's a jerk."
"Right then. I'll keep that in mind." My voice betrayed my boredom. But if either of them had heard it, they didn't note on the fact and try to entertain me further. The chairman continued to whirl around, while the scents of something sweet lofted over my face, and Yuuki ate silently, her eyes never leaving her bowl of soup.
Eventually when we were both finished, we, in unison, pushed our bowls away from us and the Chairman happily swept them from our lines of vision, replacing them with small plates of pudding. My stomach felt full, so when I looked at the clump of white jelly, a sudden distaste overwhelmed me. A more bitter emotion filed in on top of that because it did look good, and I did want that pudding. But I pushed it away and denied any part of wanting it. The chairman, after some time trying to coax me to take it, shrugged and ate it himself.
The sky was turning a dull orange when I heard the front door open and foot-steps gradually make their way to the kitchen. By this time Yuuki was finishing up her desert, while the Chairman had seated himself beside me and was waiting for his water to boil. I looked up grudgingly, then lowered my eyes to the flowery endings of the table cloth when the kitchen door began to shift against its hinges, knowing only to well that the full cavalry had arrived.
"What is that smell?…" The voice trailed off, as cold and ice sheathed as venom left out to freeze in a blizzard. "What the hell is she doing here?" It said after a moment.
Wait, what?
I took my eyes from the pearl white cover and felt them burn like fire when I took in the appearance of Zero, the male prefect. Tall, silver-haired, with abnormal violet eyes. While my skin was a porcelain pale, his was sickly.
Like sharpened arrow-heads, our eyes glared at each other. The others must have felt the sudden flow of hostility wavering through the atmosphere, an ominous present that usually occurred when a storm was about to pass through, because they both stood up. Or, better yet, when both similar attitudes clashed in a fiery war of survival. Suddenly it was me and Zero, fighting emotionally. Our eyes were the windows to the liquid fire raging within us.
"Zero!" Yuuki's voice shattered victoriously through my defenceless line of concentration. Although my hatred didn't abate, I was once again able to breathe. "Why do you have to be such a jerk? Annabelle is here because the Chairman asked if she wanted to have dinner with us! You'd know that if you weren't skipping all the time!"
"It's the weekend, idiot." Zero growled. I noticed he didn't leave the doorway. "You can't skip on a weekend."
"That's not true!" Yuuki shook her head, a short river of brown hair folding over the nap of her neck. She pointed an accusing finger in his direction. "You skipped dinner!"
I was about finished with this conversation when two minutes sluggishly passed by; full of bickering back and forth. It reminded me heinously of an old married couple, a sort of situation I'd rather pull back from.
"That's okay," I said, getting to my feet. "Thanks for having me over Chairman. But it's getting late and I better go. Since you are all worried about people wandering around at night." A sort of laugh sifted from my lips; it was funny to think about. "It's like your worried a monster is going to jump out and kill everyone."
Silence followed. For a moment eyes were watching me, hard and intent on my face. My smile faded with their seriousness, and I ended up scowling as if they were a pack of dimwitted fools. Did they not know how to take a joke? "I'm kidding," I offered.
Another pause. And then nervously Yuuki laughed. "I was going to say: you don't believe that, do you? But I guess not." Her voice faded with a snippy look from Zero, who finally wrenched himself from the doorway and stepped into the room.
"You'd be an idiot if you believed in that," He said to me, taking a spot at the table. He pulled over an untouched plate of pudding and shoved a spoon into its jelly center.
"I take it you're an idiot already," I muttered quietly, trying to defeat the purpose in my voice; it sounded as if I wanted to challenge him. To play him at his own game --whatever that may be. It felt all to similar up to him, like I was waking beside myself, speaking to myself. That thought alone made me contemptuous, made me want to set fire to a grand estate and watch it ripple with red until it was nothing but ashes. Did that mean I wanted to burn him? Of course not, just simply…watch him melt?
"What did you just say?"
I met his eyes with the full fury of my own. Those violet depths were clogged with ice, and I didn't doubt my turquoise ones, like Paraiba Tourmaline, were displaying the same flickering emotion. We were locked in a cage, each components anger battling the other. For a second I wanted to rip his eyes out.
"Are you deaf?" I offered bitterly, feeding the fire in my voice. "I called you an idiot after you called me an idiot. I thought that made perfect sense, since I don't respect the way you suddenly came in here and purposefully insulted me."
"In here? If you haven't noticed this is the Chairman's house, and if you didn't realize, we've been here longer then you have! New girl, I can treat you any way I want. So shut up and back off."
"Zero!" Before I could blink, Yuuki was smacking him in the back of the head with a full, powered swing. "Her name is Annabelle and be nice!"
"Why you…" Zero, having had his head knocked forward an inch, stood to his full height and glared at her, waves of fury resonating from his being.
The chairman was sipping his tea causally, as if this sort of thing happened on many occasions. It would have been futile if he imbedded himself into the conflict anyway. Most likely he would have been screamed at, so he stayed aside, watching and listening. I, on the other hand, couldn't do that.
"Thanks for the dinner, Chairman." I said, passing him and coming around the side of the table Yuuki and Zero were arguing at. The chatter diminished rapidly as if snuffed out like a flame, and Zero turned the fire in his eyes on me, trying to burn me.
I deflected it with the exact same look, my hands becoming taut with a sudden urge to reach out and smack him in the face. Composing myself, I tried a smile. "I'll see you later Yuuki." Then with a curt, sharp nod in Zero's direction I left, striding quickly through the white painted walls, passing one large potted plant, and reaching the door that would take me back to the Academy.
When I was slipping on my converse sneakers, the Chairman came up beside me and folded his arms across his chest. All earlier humour was gone from his eyes.
"What?" I asked impatiently. Zero had fouled my mood. That bastard.
He paused as if weighing his words. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Alright about what?"
"About two nights ago."
"You mean about me sneaking into the academy at night?" I inquired, then straightened myself and looked over his shoulders, watching as Yuuki passed in front of the doorway, loading her dishes into what sounded like a sink. "Yeah," I said after a moment. "I'm fine. Do you have something important to say to me?"
There was another small hesitation, but then he brushed it off and smiled; humour returned. "Good-night Annabelle. Would you like me to get cute Yuuki to escort you back to your dorm?"
I thought about it for a second, already having made up my mind. "No," I answered. "I think I can get back safely on my own."
Outside was refreshingly cold, a reminder that summer was coming to an abrupt end in about two weeks. The sky was a honey-colored orange, melting into a deep crimson the closer it got to the horizon, and long wisps of orange cloud covered the sun. I had to get back before it became dark, otherwise I'd have those prefects on my tail, and having just spent a dinner with them, I really didn't want that --especially when it came down to meeting that retarded, foolish Zero, with his stupid cocky attitude. I just wanted to strangle him.
Yuuki was right, he was a jerk. A jerk that was so similar to my own jerky self that it was just a fuelled up fire around him. I barely even knew the kid, I had just met him, and already my temperament was rising, my forehead sweating, my eyes glaring daggers at the tree I was passing. As soon as I reached the Academy steps, both roads were completely empty. It seemed that since the Night Class wasn't going to school today, there was no need to have massive crushing teenagers grouped outside their dormitory. For that I was particularly grateful.
Incoherently I went to get a smoke from my duffle bag, but since I didn't have it on me I sighed and resigned to sitting on the steps instead, looking up at the sky and hoping to clear my mind with fresh oxygen instead of toxic smoke. It didn't do much. I'd of rather shoved a cigarette down my throat.
I only had a few minutes to roll over everything in my mind. The sun was setting, and Yuuki and Zero wouldn't stay put in the chairman's house for long. They'd come to make sure no one snuck into the Moon Dorm.
Speaking of which, I moved my eyes to look at the tall cathedral prison of the night students dorm room, elegant and green and silver, glittering like diamonds had been imbedded into the bricks against the deepening sunlight. It was beautiful. The sun dorm was equally equivalent, but there was more of a mysterious beauty about the Moon Dorm. It did, after all, hold the infamous gorgeous men and women that made the sun students swoon at their passing. I sighed. It was like I was the only sane one here.
That or I was the only mental one here.
My thoughts were so cuddled and folded over each other that I couldn't properly dissect one from the rest. Each question would answer itself with a new question. So, lost, I scowled at the pavement under my toes. This week had to be the most outrageous and weird week I had ever had in my life. In this small amount of time I had become confused Annabelle, worrying lamely at breaking rules and feeling strange around most pasty, beautiful males. What was wrong with me? Maybe I should go to a doctor or something, get my head examined, maybe wait off whatever I was coming down with.
A small rush of wind ruffled my hair. I pulled a strand down and curled it around my finger, raven black contrasting greatly with my own white coloring. Then I found my eyes wandering up again, to the elegant status of the Moon Dorm. I wondered what it would be like in there surrounded by all the beautiful people. It must be a haven. It was obvious that none of them would ever want one of us --the sun students-- we were mostly all plain, humanly normal. While they, with their silky hair and dangerous eyes, were completely opposite.
And I didn't know why, but the thought of me ever hooking up with one them was as absurd as thinking that one day pigs would fly. I didn't doubt my looks. That wasn't the problem --Well, technically it was since I wore a lot of make-up and styled my hair differently then others, and that usually seemed to repulse people-- it was the fact that I was not your average teenager. I stole a car for gods sake. I sullied my criminal record at the age of sixteen, and I was only here because they had come to the conclusion that jail or a detention center wouldn't help me, and that landing me in a giant academy with rich students, those with the usual good manners, would transform me into a different person.
I scoffed. Like that was going to happen.
It was going on night when I decided to say good-bye to my little break. With regret, I began to shuffle off to the Sun Dorm. But stopped when a chill shot down my spine. Now I could have regarded it as a chill from a cold wind, but it felt needy, almost strange and uncomfortable. My eyes fell upon its source: the Moon Dorm. Once beautiful, now suddenly ominous with the darkening back drop behind it. I shuddered involuntarily.
Enough of this, the more noble part of my mind said. You're being paranoid.
And I was. Nothing was wrong. I was just being a fruit. A stupid fruit who always thought something was going to bounce from the bushes, gurgling and hissing. I had got to lay off the horror movies from now on.
It took a short two minutes to return to the dorm. Once the door was closed behind me and I was safely alone in the halls of such a familiar presence, I ascended the stairs and went straight to my room. My window was completely navy when I stepped in, the moon a thinning whole. Kohana was spread out on her bed, the book Susan had taken out for me on the first trip to the library open and raised to the ceiling. Her brown eyes flickered to mine briefly, then she closed the book and put it on her lap.
"Hey Anna." She greeted quietly. From the strain of her voice, something was on her mind. "Where were you?"
"Out." I offered, sitting on my bed and stretching out my legs. The muscles felt sore and cramped.
"Out where?" She pressed, leaning up to look at me curiously. There was no sense of humour in her expression, just a deep seriousness that left me baffled.
Why did she want to know anyway?
"At the chairman's house for dinner." My voice betrayed me, I sounded irritated.
Kohana leaned back, took off her glasses, and cleaned them with her pink pyjama top. "With the prefects?"
My jaw tightened. "Yes." I answered honestly. Then, unable to hold in my confusion, asked, "What is it to you, anyway? What's wrong? What, are you mad at me or something?"
"No no." After a pause she frowned. "I don't know. Well, no, I'm not mad. But I don't think it's fair."
"Why not? It was only dinner."
"Exactly! Why were you invited to join the prefects for dinner and not me?" Kohana laid back and stared at the slowly revolving ceiling fan. "I don't get it." Then quietly, disappointed, she added, "What if they want you to join them?"
That was it. I'd had enough. "Look, Kohana. It was only dinner. That's it. Dinner. Just that. The chairman is just trying to make me feel more comfortable. I'm not going to become a prefect. Do you think those positions are handed out to people who steal things? No. Stop thinking stupid things."
For a moment there was silence. Then she looked over, her small lips pouting. "You know, if you became a prefect, you could meet the Night students…even get me to meet them."
I threw a pillow at her. Kohana broke out into laughter, her earlier jealousy washing from her body. When she was finished, she was grinning and fluffing my pillow absently. "I was just saying."
"Don't say anymore." I groaned, flopping down onto my mattress. "I've heard too much about those kids. Night class this, Night class that. Won't anyone shut up?"
"So then," Kohana tossed me back my pillow and I put it beneath my head, "you don't think any of them are gorgeous?"
What a stupid question. "Of course I do. I think they are all insanely gorgeous. You'd have to be mental not to think that. But I don't know. They're just…weird."
"Don't ever say that again." The humour and the defensiveness in her voice made a strange combination.
I frowned. "I can't help it. I just get a weird feeling around them."
"Like they are FBI trainee's?"
At that I laughed. "Right." I agreed. "Like they are FBI trainee's."
--
Monday morning was slow. I got up, showered, and slipped into the school uniform I would rather burn then wear. Kohana was already ready as usual when I had begun to apply my make-up and do my hair, so when I was finished she was waiting impatiently by the door, bag over her shoulder.
By the time we reached the Academy we only had a few minutes left, so we ended up running and I, not ever being sporty, ended up breathless by the time we slipped into our Math class. We took our usual seats in the middle of the elevating levels, and Mr. Yamato resumed his lesson as if he had never been disturbed.
Yesterday had been boring. After Saturday, I'd decided to stay in all the next day, reading through the vampire book I had acquired at the library on Friday. I hadn't really learned anything new on the topic, just a few old myths that used to be passed around by house wives. Other then that, nothing. I didn't really know what I was looking for exactly, but I was searching for something. That or the topic of vampires intrigued me with a spooky sense of interest. I had gone to bed early, but was still very tired today.
I yawned, tears building at the edges of my eyes. Since Mr. Yamato's lesson wasn't enough to keep my attention for long, I watched the heads of a few students in front of me, watching them bob with their own exhaustion, or because they were scribbling notes down in their books like Kohana was. I wasn't the only person whose head this lesson passed over. Mr Yamato put down his piece of chalk and turned sulkily to the classroom students.
"Yuuki Cross, are you sleeping?"
To my right, in another isle, the familiar brunette's head shot up, her eyes red rimmed. "Uhm, No sir. I'm not sleeping."
"Zero is sleeping too," A boy called from the top row.
A strange fury rose in the pits of my stomach when my eyes rested on the silver-haired boy, his arms cradling his face. He didn't move like Yuuki did, just remained solid, his chest raising ever-so-slightly with his breathing.
"Detention for both of you." Mr. Yamato said simply, returning to the lesson.
Yuuki physically drooped. Zero didn't do so much as shift his position. For the rest of the period I was literally trying to hold my eyes open. Me get a detention? Unlikely. I'd just skip it anyway. But the point was that I didn't want a detention with them. I'd rather throw myself in a garbage bin then have a half an hour after class staring at that boy's face.
Speaking of which, I had completely and utterly forgotten about lunch duty. So by the time lunch did role around and I was given the chance to go downtown for an ice-cream, I was fuming and escalading waves of fury. Kohana and the rest of her group disappeared out the Academy door. I was left to fish out the remains of old potato peels from the sink and throw out the garbage. My hair smelled grotesque when I finished up and tossed away my Playtex gloves, the church bell ricocheting its sound off the walls overhead. The cafeteria lady didn't look at me when I left.
The rest of the day went even slower. In English we learned about something involving Shakespeare --I wasn't paying attention long enough to write anything down or permanently attach anything to my brain-- and science was just about reviewing ecosystems.
I had pretty much washed myself with exhaustion by the time the last bell rang and the school surged with excited students. Kohana met me at our usual place outside at the Academy door, near the concrete steps. She had a lollipop sticking out of her mouth, and she handed me a red one.
"Thanks," I said, unwrapping it and popping it into my mouth.
The sky overhead was a light orange, blue licking at the edges. And as usual, the screaming female voices carried over on the lack of a breeze, drowning the two of us in their excitement. I paused, tasted the cherry candy on my tongue, and then sighed.
"Let me guess," I said after a minute of silence. Kohana's expression was tight as she looked at the Moon Dorm's closed gates, yearning. "You want to go over there and become apart of all that."
She nodded, adjusting her glasses. "Duh."
"Then go. I'm not stopping you."
Kohana lowered her eyes to the floor, and then, oddly, looked up at me through her lashes. I'd never seen that look before on her face. But I had to openly admit that with her heart-shaped freckled face and large brown eyes, she had professionally perfected the puppy-dog-eyes. I had to hold in both my dignity and my laughter. Anyone would easily crumble at that look; but since I knew Kohana, it looked more goofy then it would on someone she had just met.
"What are you doing?" I asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow.
"Come with me?" She offered in a small, timid voice. The poutiness almost made it cute. "Pwease." She added just to tick me off.
It worked. I smacked her on the arm and glared at her. "Stop that."
"Ow." She rubbed the reddening mark on her upper arm. Then before I knew it she was pleading with me. "Please Anna. Please oh please will you come just this once! You don't have to go ever again. Just this once. Please?"
"No."
"Anna, you're not being fair! Please!" Kohana reached into her bag when she realized I wasn't going to cave, and withdrew a small green gift box. "I want to give this to Ichijou-senpai. But I'm so nervous."
My eyes lingered on the box. Frowning, I took it into my hand and tilted it up to eyelevel. "What's in it?"
"Just chocolate. I didn't give him anything on Valentine's day…so I thought maybe he'd like some now." She explained helplessly.
"Valentine's day was like months ago," I reminded her, giving her back the small box. "And why can't you give it to him yourself?"
"Because I'm nervous!" She cried, brows frowning, eyes glossing. It had never occurred to me how obsessed she was with these people, but now with a dawning reality I did know. My mood went instantly gloomy and I tightened my fingers around the one pull up string on my shoulder, fixing my duffle bag tighter to my back.
"Fine," I said, giving up, biting off the rest of my lollipop and throwing the white stick to the ground. "Just make it quick."
She squealed out her excitement and led me to the pack of ravenous girls, all of which were trying to stroke the fine wooden doors with their fingertips. I heard a loud whistle ring out from the front, and Yuuki's small, demanding voice. "It's past curfew! Please return to your dorm immediately!"
No one listened to her.
I almost felt bad in a sense. She was technically supposed to have reigns over the female population of the school, but by the looks of it no one gave her a second glance. Zero on the other hand, the girls behind him were quiet and intimidated. With a pang I realized I was angry again. As they say, opposites don't attract. His eyes flickered to mine and a familiar emotion counted off behind them. It wasn't hard to figure out that it was exactly the same thing I was feeling: the urge to smack him upside his head.
The girls were grouped into two piles. Me and Kohana were in the more flourishing one; the one Yuuki couldn't handle, and we were, unfortunately, being knocked around like string less puppets. I shoved one girl out of my way when she literally toppled over her feet and almost brought me to the ground with her. I wasn't in the mood to be nice. I didn't want to be here.
The first day I had been looked at as if I was a weird insect on the side of a road. Plus, I wasn't really up for seeing the blonde kid that was so damn close to me the night I'd tried to snap a picture of him. Thinking about it filled me with a hard, adamant-type hatred. I wanted to slap the guy named Aidou. Maybe his friend too for the way he held me hostage.
The girls surged forward again, and like a wave of water, we both moved with it. I was the only one not screaming.
"Please go back to your dorms!" Yuuki said over the rambunctious crowd. "Please go--"
Creeeaaakk.
A choir broke out behind, in front, and to the sides of me. Suddenly we were all making a path along the cobblestone walkway, watching as the heavy doors shifted against their hinges and opened to reveal the beautiful models of the Night Class. Me and Kohana had managed to snag ourselves a spot in the front. Kohana was more excited then me. I wanted to sink to the back of the crowd and disappear.
Again I felt a strange tingling enter my body, setting fire to my instincts. They all looked so harmless --well, when they didn't have their eyes on you-- and so the reason for my awkwardness wasn't fathomable. I didn't know why I looked at them so differently then the other girls.
"Idol-senpai!"
"Kaname-senpai!"
"Shiki-senpai!"
"Good morning, ladies!" Aidou's voice carried over the crowd. He was waving politely to them all, happily, while the others lugged behind him, uncaring.
My back prickled. Was he a retard? From the look of the sky overhead, it was clearly not morning but slowly edging on toward night. What was wrong with that kid?
When his eyes caught mine and his grin widened, I mentally sighed to myself, while trying to swallow the sudden kick I'd received to my stomach. My instincts were still firing off on one another. His advancement wasn't going to abate that feeling.
Aidou slowed when he came up beside me and Kohana. She squealed, and timidly said hello. But his eyes were glued to my face, and I, trying to shove the memories down of what happened a few nights ago, returned his smile with a sarcastic grin.
"I thought I'd never see you around here again, Annabelle-chan." He said. The crowd behind me seethed and surged, some of the girls glaring and muttering insults behind my back, others giggling because he was so close to them. Literally, I felt the need to pull out all their hair and throw it back in their faces.
"I wish that were true." I muttered beneath my breath. I saw Yuuki holding back a line of misbehaving girls, but her eyes were on me as well, Zero had his arms crossed and his eyes closed, and the other Night Class students were advancing slowly toward the Academy.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" Aidou asked, breaking the concentration I had purposefully placed elsewhere.
An urge to punch him here and now stung the tips of my knuckles. What a stupid question. Of course I was mad, I thought mentally. You broke Kohana's camera, scared me shitless, and now I was lying to my friends about that whole entire incident.
"Go away." Was all I could get out. I surprised myself with how small my voice sounded in my ears, as if I was almost shy. Me, shy? I almost laughed with bitterness.
Aidou frowned. Kohana, having overheard me, whirled at me and gawked. "Are you insane!" She whispered harshly into my ear. I noticed she was holding the small green box in her right hand. "Don't tell Aidou-senpai to go away! You're lucky he's talking to you!"
She didn't know the half of it. Telling him to go away was the best thing I could muster, with my flaming bodily reactions and all. Everywhere I looked I saw them: white-clad students, beauty, pale skin. My stomach churned, my head spun. I needed to get out of here.
"Ichijou!" A voice said. It was too late to take it back when I realized it had been my voice. Aidou looked particularly irked that I was full out ignoring him now.
The other fair-haired Night student slowed to a halt and turned to look at me, and in unison, so did the rest of them. That hadn't been apart of my plan. Eyes. That's all I could see. All their eyes looking into mine. Suddenly I whisked the box from Kohana's hands, and she cried out, trying to reach for it when Ichijou smiled and sauntered over beside Aidou, whose eyes were still frigid.
"Hello, Annabelle, nice to meet you." Ichijou greeted. The smile still remained on his lips.
What, did everyone know my name?
Against Kohana's whining protests, I grabbed his hand, which was just as cold as Aidou's, and plunked the tiny box of chocolates into his palm. "From Kohana." I told him, gesturing to my glasses-wearing friend. She instantly perked out of her despair and blushed, bowing formally to him as if he were a god.
"Please accept it, Ichijou-senpai." She said quietly.
I couldn't stay to hear the rest. I was going to be sick. Why was I doing this to myself?
Clapping a hand to my mouth, I looked for the nearest exit. Female students blocked most of the back escape routes, so going through the little pathway they had resurrected seemed to be the only option. Unfortunately that meant going through them. But I had no time to think about that. With a focus and a concentration on my roiling stomach, I pushed forward.
Something snagged my wrist and stopped me mid-run. Aidou was looking down at me seriously, the emotion in his face revealing that he wasn't impressed with the way I had ignored him. Stupid boy. He probably didn't know what rejection was.
Yuuki opened her mouth to say something, but the girls she was holding pushed forward and she quickly tried to keep a handle on them. Kohana gasped and advanced, eyes intent on my face. I must have looked a little green.
"Anna, what's wrong?" She asked quietly, worried.
My head spun. For a second the world blurred and I saw doubles, and then I forced my hand against Aidou's chest. He let go with a grunt, and I was back on my feet, weaving passed the night students, trying not to collide with them. When a lump formed in my throat, I was suddenly more worried about vomiting in front of everyone then accidentally shoving one aside. My shoulder collided painfully with another, but I didn't look to see who it was or what expression they were making, my eyes were focused in front of me, my stomach twirling like a ballerina, my head on a terrifying rollercoaster.
And then when I was far from the Moon Dorm and Academy, I leaned into a tree and let my stomach empty itself out. Once it was finished, I felt exhausted and filthy. Slumping against the tree, I tried to even my breathing. Then I was on the ground, folding my legs close to my chest, leaning my forehead against my knees in hopes it would slowly take away the nausea.
I hated being anemic. I hated being here. I hated that I was making myself sick with panic. I hated, hated, hated it!
All I could ask myself was: What was I supposed to do now?
A/N: Wow. Vampire Knight must becoming more popular. My story has been already knocked back to the third page.
T.T
Well Enjoy. This one is a little slow.
