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I felt the ripple of pleasure and adrenaline course through me, watching the sight in front of me. His pearly-white fangs sank into her throat, spilling the glistening blood into his awaiting mouth. At the first drop of blood, his calm blue eyes graciously fell on his captive's eyes. They look as if they pity her somehow, although he gave her probably the purest form of bliss she'd ever attain in her life.

He doesn't seem to have any urge for more blood, yet he pulls her closer as if to comfort her, smoothing her hair. For some odd reason, I could hear the quickening heartbeat of my own neck contrast with her faltering one. I edge forward as if to suggest a substitution, but his eyes snap to me. His once deep blue eyes take a sudden turn to a hungry red. I could feel an intense desire and longing flare through the heat of his gaze, just like it does through mine.

My body jerks to an awakening, and my upper body launches up to sit. A cold sweat spreads around me, and a shudder travels down my spine. In my bed, I hug myself, trying to reassure myself.

I could not have possibly just dreamt of the most elusive, irritably charming vampire. I could not but did… Hinamori Amu, what is becoming of you? What's next? Your father will love you… I sat there looking at my slender fingers that resembled his. I, stopped in thought, considered the idea of his loving me—of his genuinely, unconditionally, and selflessly loving me. My hands dropped to the bed, and a giggle rattled in my hoarse throat. Amu, stop dreaming.

Gathering my realistic beliefs and repressing the expectations and dreams, I trudged into the bathroom and took a quick shower. After the shower, I looked through my wardrobe and closet to find the clothes that best describe my mood. I slipped into some dark skinny jeans so that the darkness could blot out my worries. A black shirt, with a silver necklace with a silver cross, expressed my encounter with the vampire in my dreams. My fingers wiggle into an elbow-length, red, fingerless gloves. My feet moved into my favorite combat boots to express that I wasn't afraid to kick someone if I had to.

I walk into the foyer to leave the apartment, when my eyes catch note of the note on the wall. My father's chicken-scratch handwriting lay on that paper, and oddly, my eyes just adjusted so that I could read the note better than what I usually did—guessing.

"Make sure to be home for dinner. We need to talk."

The bubbling hope that my father would give this family, regardless about how small and pitiful it was, a chance; but I knew what it would be like. I remembered the prior dinners and talks. It was always his talking and never listening, and I always listened and obeyed his commands as if I was in a trance. No longer would I be that compliant, naïve idiot. I was not going to that dinner. My hand turned the doorknob, and my body moved forward out into the hallway of the complex.

My eyes caught sight of a stranger to these apartments. I turned my body and gaze to the man in front of Tadase's apartment. He turned as well to me. His auburn hair swayed around the frame of his face, as he turned to me. His lips arched into a curious, anticipating grin, excited to try something out. His shining emerald eyes swirled into a deep red. People have to stop changing their eyes into that eerie color.

"Hinamori Amu, am I correct?" His red eyes fell deeper into their abyss. I shivered in slight fear, and my body somehow reacted to this man as if he held great power. The emotion coursing through me wasn't anything romantic; I'm sure of that. It was something along a camaraderie bond.

"Who's asking?" My eyes match up to his. A deep chuckle bubbled from his throat, and my lips curled to a small frown. What was he laughing at?

"Sorry, sorry. Kukai Souma, a friend of Ikuto. He told me your name." Kukai answered, but still his eyes watched my every move as if expecting more from a lower life form like myself.

"If you're Ikuto's friend, does that mean you're like him?" I hesitantly call his species into question. I was entirely new to the vampire race. I knew Ikuto had gone out in the sun once on my balcony, which crosses out vulnerable to light.

"I guess the secret's out about the vampire race." He shrugged as if it wasn't much. He was right not to worry. Suddenly, a great ton of negative emotions hit me like a pile of bricks; and my untamed mouth spouts on and on.

"Unfortunately, I have to agree with you there." I sigh, leaning my body's side on the wall next to me. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Well, you don't seem to be much shaken about the fact that the vampire race has been leaked. I understand your dauntless reaction. Girls squeal with glee about them all the time and claim they are real. What difference would it make if just another girl is added to their group?... Well, minus the 'squealing with glee' part for me."

"You're rather blunt this morning." He comments with a cheery note.

"Well, I would have more tact in other days; but as a matter of fact, I could care less about how people feel. As you can tell, I'm the most apathetic, selfish human being on this world. When you feel like killing someone, just come find me and make this world a better place." I don't even take the time to worry about what I just said. Right now, all I want to do is to die. My blank eyes stare up at his eyes resembling a cold abyss. His hands clench into fists, but he thrusts them into his jean pockets so that I wouldn't be able to see them.

"Ikuto should have told me you had a death wish…" As the words leave his mouth, realization dawns on his face. "Or you could just be going through that?"

"That?" My body may have felt like throwing itself off a cliff, but my curiosity has not left me.

"You can't ask questions, Amu; but you will be going through some random very extreme emotional disorder. It's important for you to stay in your home. Here I'll stay with you as well." He informs me, holding my elbow to lead me back into the apartment. A huge tidal wave of anger washed over me, and by the looks of his face, he could read my emotions.

"Whoever said you were going to come into my apartment." I screech at him, ripping my elbow from his hands.

"Amu," His eyes turned weird blue that didn't match his composure. "Listen to my voice, and go into your apartment until I call for you." My amber eyes seem to get lost into his eyes, but a huge surge of boiling blood spreads throughout my entire body, reminding me of my own control.

"Souma, remember this. I don't listen to anyone's words unless I choose to." I growl at him. The same boiling blood rushing through my body reached my amber eyes, or at least that's what I felt. His eyes turned blood red.

"I forgot you were immune to compulsion…Listen, Amu, if you get out there, you will endanger lives." Souma edges dangerously closer to me, leaving me no room to run.

"Why—" Before I could continue my question, a brunette, who only seemed a few years than me, materialized right next to him.

"Amu, do you excel in physical activities, like running? Sometimes, do you feel dehydrated from the sun? Have you had trouble sleeping lately? Do you ever feel there are two sides of you?" This new woman shot questions at rapid fire.

"Midori, we shouldn't tell her about it right now. With her in this state, the shock will just magnify and it'll become a greater deal on her heart and mind." Kukai tried to dissuade her from whatever she was going to say. By the adamant look in her face, I knew his words could have been the end of the world; but she wouldn't care.

"Hinamori Amu, you are a Hybrid."

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