The Spirit


Her lungs begged for air and she was snapped awake. Blinking off any drowsiness, Yui sat up upright from her lying position. She gasped, feeling weary and breathless suddenly. The event of last night (or was it day?) hit her like tub full of ice cold water over her head, reminding her of all the pain she had gone through and what a monstrosity Sakamaki brothers were. Sherbet eyes softened when she gently fingered her sore, reddened neck. Yui yelped in pain when her nails grazed a particular spot on her neck where she felt punctured marks.

'Vampire bites,' Yui mouthed in dislike.

It wasn't long before Yui looked up and noticed she was in her room. The rosy pink walls and feminine design of the room relaxed her more than she'd have liked to admit. Although she very much disliked light shades, especially pastel colors, Yui couldn't deny how such colors always welcomed her with warmth and familiarity whenever she felt lost. For instance, now.

"At least I wasn't dumped on the floor," Yui sighed in slight relief. She was now sure that Reiji viewed humans as disposable objects. He thought so low of her species, that while it felt humiliating, it also meant that she was merely another food for him. As much as she'd like to slap him for thinking and using of her as such, Yui was sure she'd end up dead the next moment. He wouldn't care, she knew.

Just as Yui began to ponder more about the events of last night, the binds moved and cool, night breeze hit her skin. Yui sneezed, feeling cold. It was then that light haired girl noticed what was actually wrong with her.

Yui gritted her teeth in annoyance.

Although covers were draped over her to shield her from cold, Yui noticed how she was changed into a dress which barely covered her upper thighs, arms and chest. Basically everything that should be kept concealed.

'Whoever did this is going to pay a real deal...' Yui frowned, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment and anger. But she had a good idea who could do such a shameful act so shamelessly.

Getting out of the bed, she moved over to close the binds. Her every movement made her still recovering muscles scream in pain, alerting her that she was still too weak to walk around. Yui, however, ignored the pain and discarded her lingerie-like dress over her bed.

She quickly changed into her blond pajamas. Yui didn't care if someone break into her room without warning while she's changing, there's nothing she has got to hide anyway. When she was done, hesitantly, she walked over to vanity.

There she saw herself, in all her disheveled and sickly grace. To her, she looked nothing like herself. Her skin, pale and almost blue, looked ghostly. Yui knew she was shell shocked at her appearance. And also that her jaw has dropped in horror.

"T-This...is me?" Yui whispered in disbelief. "I...I look horrible..."

She fingered her neck, looking too purple to be real, and winced. Reiji had almost strangled her to death.

"He did." Yui jumped in surprise and backed away from mirror. The image of the intruder reflected back in mirror, with him grinning a Cheshire cat's smile.

"You!" Promptly Yui pointed her finger at Ayato who only grinned at her defensive stance. He eyed her attire, curve dropping from his lips. Immediately his eyes lifted to meet hers, slight annoyance glimmering in his deep sets of emeralds.

"You changed? I thought that dress looked really good on your body." He commented shamelessly. "I tried many others but this one looked best,"

He looked proud at what he did. Yui was stunned. She was used as a toy, not once but many times, all while she was unconscious.

"Gross... What makes you think I'll wear something like that?" Yui pointed her thumb at the piece of cloth lying carelessly over her sheets. Ayato rolled his eyes at her remark and only glanced at clothing. "How dare you changed my clothes without my consent?!"

Yui was shouting at him. She needed to let him how much she hated him now.

But Ayato hated to be shouted at by someone belonging to species as low as a human.

"I don't need anyone's permission, pancake," Ayato objected. "From the second you entered this mansion, you gave yourself up. You belong to me."

"And who decided that? My father? He was never in position to decide to whom I belonged..." Yui leaned back, as casually and discreetly as possible, and grabbed the hold of the vase (which happened to be placed beside the vanity). Her hands trembled as she did, what she was going to do usually works in movies but...in reality? She let out a breath.

"And so aren't you." She banged the vase over the table, breaking it into pointed (sharp edged) half of what it was. Ayato looked speechless at her actions and didn't say anything as she went on.

"Now, if you don't want me to hurt you with this, I'll be leaving this hell hole now," Yui declared, in her best low and unwavering tone, and pointed her weapon at his face for effect. She narrowed her eyes at the taller boy, waiting for his reaction.

Silence...

Both of them stared down at eachother, not uttering a word. Ayato looked dumbstruck, Yui determined.

Though night was cool and breezy, Yui felt perspiration forming over her forehead and back. Was she really nervous? Yui was too proud to think so.

"O-...pff!" Ayato burst into laughter, leaving Yui in state of shock and confusion. He was holding his stomach, hollering that it hurt and whatnot, all because he found something so hilarious.

"H-Hey! I'm s-serious here...Cut it!" Yui snapped, feeling like a joke. Sound of laughter began to die but unable to bear humiliation, Yui had charged at the redhead, the broken vase telling how much pain it can cause with only one bite of its pointy pieces.

Before Yui was able to even get into a arm's length radius to him, she saw him vanish into thin air. Flabbergasted, she had to stop on her spot.

"W-Where did he go?" Yui mumbled to herself, looking all around the room for redhead but finding no one. Confused, she lowered the vase, just when a hand grabbed her from behind by ankle.

"Wha–?!" She yelped in alarm and tightened her grip on vase for a moment but she was yanked down to the ground. It all happened so hastily that her grip on vase not only loosened but she ended up cutting her wrists, drawing blood.

"Ah...!" She hissed in pain. The pressure on her ankles tightened enough to send jolts of pain through her body, but it wasn't all though. There was trace of fear in her voice too.

"Hm so what were you saying? You'll hurt me? As much as I'll love to see you try, Pancake..." A voice cooed into her ear. "I'm starving you see,"

Yui's eyes widened and impulses kicked in when she flipped over, so suddenly, taking Ayato by surprise as he appeared above her.

"Stay away you monster!" She yelled, her arms crossed over her face defensively. Her voice screamed of terror and anger. Ayato saw her eyes narrowing threateningly at him.

"Oh yea? What could you do if I were to do this?" Ayato laughed off her warning. He then swiftly pinned her arms down, forcefully. Her attempts her pry him off her were in vain. Sherbet eyes shrivelled in horror when he bend over and licked the dripping blood off her wrists. She gasped when he sucked on the cut.

Ayato savored the taste of her blood in his mouth, moaning in bliss and hunger. His emerald eyes shone crimson, his demonic instincts kicking in.

"You're so good..." He could be drink her dry if he want to. The idea struck so hard to him that his fangs begin to hurt; desperate to dig themselves into the plump, pale flesh that looked so appetising to his eyes.

He lunged forward to dug his fangs into her chest when he realized she has been silent for sometime. He glanced at her face and bit back the urge to rub his eyes.

For a moment, she looked like a different person.

"You wouldn't dare touch her if you don't want me to tear you into bits." Her lips moved, telling the words smoothly and with no edge of emotion in them. No aggression, no panic. She sounded at peace.

"Oh...you bet I will..." He waved off her threat. Smirking, he pressed his lips on her skin–

Ayato's eyes widened in surprise when he heard a growl, sounding too animalistic to his liking, vibrating its way into his ears. He had only looked up to meet Yui's eyes but before he could comprehend what he was seeing, he was thrown to the other side of the room, just over the window glass. Cracks formed over its surface by the impact.

"Don't you touch her!" A angry cry bounced off the walls of the room, loud enough to echo around in the mansion like the thunder roaring from the sky.

"Her body belongs to only me!" The fuck? Ayato's eyes narrowed into slits, looking wild. He promptly steadied himself and turned to face her.

He held his breath, feeling speechless.

Ayato had no idea how to react to what he was seeing. He watched her get up from the floor, all while licking her wrists; her blood. Her blonde looks, running everywhere in tangles, looked a shade lighter, almost white.

The emerald eyes narrowed in disbelief. He tensed when her striking cerulean sharp eyes met his. Slowly his gaze travelled down her arm.

There was no wound. Her wrist healed.

"You've got to be kidding me..." He muttered to himself. But then he noticed the look of murder in his eyes. Brushing away the strands obstructing view of his eyes, with a mischievous grin, he readied himself for a fight that she wanted.

"Whenever you're ready, girl." She just wasn't Yui that he know.


A/n: Don't ask me where I am going with all of this. I'm not sure either, it should have been only romance but... Fantasy elements managed to crawl its way into this shit. Let's see how it all ends... Yup, I will try my level best to bring the story to a decent end.