Hi everybody, sorry I haven't uploaded in ages, but I'm still feeling sick. I hoped to get better in a few days, but instead I kinda felt worse and worse. Still feeling a little sick, but I managed to write this chapter just for you. Sorry if its a little short, but the next chapter will be loooonnger. Promise. I hope to get it out in less than a week.
Enjoy the story!
Yori's POV.
My mother used to tell me many bed time stories when I was a little girl. I used to always wait for that special time when I would lie in bed and she would sit there beside me with her big, old dusty book, open to a new story every night. She always called it her own personal spell book.
There were many stories in her book. There were stories about the monsters in the closets, about the bed bugs that really bite, about the vicious dragons that guarded hordes of treasure, and even those stories about the vampires.
I loved those stories. When I learnt to read, I memorized them word for word. When I learnt to draw, I drew pictures of them. I was hooked.
I especially loved the parts where the valiant knight would come to save the day.
I always brushed my teeth at least ten minutes twice a day, and brushed my hair a hundred strokes. So I could be like all the beautiful princesses in those bed time stories. I even started to write my own stories about myself as the damsel in distress, and having handsome princes come save me.
They were always dark haired, and had a dark, secret past. I think my mum called my prince a 'Byronic Hero'. But that's beside the point. I loved my prince, because he was always a shape shifter. My favorite creature. He would always come in as a lion and save the day.
My mum used to read those stories. She said that I could become a writer when I grew up. That I had real talent. I was always so proud. I could share my love of bedtime stories with all my friends and the rest of the world.
My mum always asked the same question, though.
Why I never finished my stories.
I never answered her.
I was too embarrassed.
The truth, shamefully enough, was because I was too scared. I was scared of writing about all the scary monsters out there. I was scared of the trolls. I was terrified of the dragons. And I nearly always cried when I heard about the vampires.
Now, I was always a good girl. I always did what I was told, I always listened to what was said to me, and I never talked back to people. I was the perfect child.
Just so that I could avoid ever meeting those monsters. I believed that if I was a good girl, then the monsters wouldn't have a reason to go after me. And it worked. For a while.
At that young age I used to believe that they were real. Then came that age when I grew out of them.
I eventually forgot about them. But they still sometimes haunted my dreams.
My worst nightmare.
Had just come true.
My head span as I sat down in the freezing slush. The window above me was wide open, and I could still hear Yuuki's argument with Tsuki. But their voices floated into the open and disappeared into the wind. Past my ears without me comprehending them.
I was more concerned with the two puncture marks, boldly shining in the pale light. The marks that were lying on my best friends' hand.
I shook my head, trying to get the horrible image out of my mind. But it just would not go away. All my childhood fears returned to me all at once, and I let out a small scream.
"Who's there?"
I looked up, and saw Tsuki's head sticking out of the window above me, a blank look on her face. Her eyes were boring holes into my own, and I could feel frozen tears rolling down my cheeks.
Yuuki's head appeared next to Tsuki. She looked at me, and gasped.
"Yori! Are you alright?"
A shocked look appeared on her face, and she stretched her arm out to help me. I grabbed it thankfully, and pulled myself up shakily to a standing position. I wobbled slightly, before letting go of Yuuki's hand and holding onto the window ledge.
Yuuki withdrew her arm, and I saw the faint marks on her hand glint in the sun before completely disappearing from view. I turned around at that moment, afraid of being sick.
"Yori!"
Yuuki appeared behind me, and placed her hand on my back. I coughed, and then turned to face her.
"Yori?"
"What happened to your hand?"
Yuuki wiped my face with her glove, and I shivered violently. My body felt frozen stiff, and I didn't know if it was entirely due to the cold weather.
"She was bitten by a vampire."
Tsuki jumped down lightly from the window, and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. I did not ask any questions – My body chose the simplest solution.
I felt Tsuki catch me before completely losing consciousness.
Yuuki's POV
"Yori!" I screamed again, as my friend collapsed into Tsuki's outstretched arms. I felt my own tears starting to fall, and quickly wiped them away.
"Why did you say that Tsuki?"
I glared into Tsuki's sapphire eyes, who returned the stare just as icily.
"You obviously were incapable of saying anything. So I just-"
"You just what? Gave her a heart attack?"
She turned away from me, bending down to lay Yori on the snow covered ground. Her fingers found their way expertly to her wrist, to check for her pulse.
"Her heart is still pumping. You should not be alarmed."
"That was just a figure of speech! Idiot!"
She gave me another of her blank stares, and I sighed.
"How do you know about vampires, anyways?"
"How do you?" She countered.
I stayed silent, not wishing to confide in her with anything.
She sighed, before lifting Yori off the ground. She trudged off towards the entrance to the café, before pausing.
"You coming?"
My mouth dropped open at her lack of emotion. She stared back impassively at me, eyes dull. She sighed once, before walking into the café.
I followed her slowly, dragging my feet on the ground behind me. On the snow. The first time that the snow had been comforting to me.
I pushed open the door, leaving the winter wonderland behind me. The heater was blasting, and I shivered. Something seemed wrong. I could smell blood.
"Over here."
I turned my head, and saw Yori's motionless body lying on a table. Tsuki stood next to another table, head bent low. I approached her warily, and she raised her head.
There was a panicked look in her eyes. She was breathing heavily.
"What's wrong?"
"Look!"
I looked down, and gasped.
Jessica lay on the table before me, unmoving. Her head was rolled to the side, and her neck was bleeding heavily. From two wounds only a few centimeters apart.
Somewhere else…
I licked my lips, sucking up the last remnants of the girl's blood. My heart beating fast with excitement.
"Please stop that. It's disgusting me."
I looked at the human disdainfully, before turning away. I ran my tongue over my fingers, and sighed again as the heavenly liquid slid down my throat.
"You said that you would not kill innocents."
I looked down at the human again, and shook my head.
"I did not kill her. I merely, tasted her."
The human shuddered at the smile that appeared on my face, clearly showing off my pearly white teeth stained pink.
"But you know full well that you shouldn't have! She might turn into a level E at any moment!"
"I know." I leant against the wall next to the human, who shuffled away. "That's the point. Imagine the look on her face when she sees what I've done."
The human ran a hand through his hair, before replying.
"You are still excited from the smell of blood. You should go and rest."
I snarled at him.
"And who are you to tell me what to do? A measly boy, who I saved from death on a whim, telling a pureblood vampire what to do? You might just do for my next meal!"
"But Sh-"
"I told you not to call me that while I am in this form."
The boy quailed under the look that I gave him, and I stretched out my hand to place it on his face.
"There, there." I said softly, stroking his warm cheek. "It will all be over soon."
"But why?" A frown appeared on his face, and I quickly dropped my hand. "Why my cousin as well?"
"Because," I growled, "She is essential to my plan. I need her on my side. If she is on their side, then…"
"Then what?"
I spun around to face the intruder, who dropped down lightly from the open window.
"What do you want?" I spat at him, immediately dropping into a defensive position.
"To give you a warning."
He stepped forward into the light, so that the boy behind me could see him with his underdeveloped eyes.
He gasped, and I stepped between the two swiftly. No need to get the boy involved in my affairs.
"What makes you think I need a warning?"
Kaname smirked, and I narrowed my eyes.
"Just consider the fact that there are also local vampires in this town, and that we outnumber you."
"That's an empty threat."
The boy pushed past me, holding out a sword protectively. I instinctively pushed him back, but he refused to budge.
"It's not a threat, my dear human friend, but a warning. And one for you too – stay away from her. You might find yourself facing death earlier than you expect."
The boy lunged at Kaname, who did nothing.
"Why?"
The boy stopped inches away from his now unsmiling face, sword still raised.
"Why don't you stop me?"
"Why did you stop on your own?"
Kaname smirked one last time, before calmly jumping out the window.
"Idiot." I whacked him across the head, and he immediately dropped into a formal bow.
"You're so naïve. You could have lost your life."
He looked up at me, his eyes hurt.
"I did it to protect you."
I rolled my eyes.
"I don't need someone like you to protect me. You getting hurt will only render you useless."
He lowered his head, before sheathing his sword.
"Sorry," he started, "I will never act on my own again."
"Good. Now go. Leave me alone."
He stood up, still not looking at me. I turned my back to him, and heard his footsteps leave the room. The door closed softly behind him, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.
"No, I am the one who should be sorry," I whispered. "Please forgive me."
I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and quickly wiped it away with an overly long sleeve.
"I see that the taste of blood makes you moody, master."
I turned around annoyed, and came face to face with another vampire.
"I did not call for you. Why are you here?"
He smiled.
"To check on your health, of course. Why else would a doctor come visit?"
I leant against the wall again, not letting my purple eyes off the doctor.
"You are no longer a level E under my control. Why do you insist on returning to me?"
His smile dropped.
"How did you figure out?"
I sniffed the air, and crinkled my nose.
"You have Kaname's blood running in your veins."
He took a step back, towards the window.
"That's right, you should be scared."
I stared into his eyes, leaking some of my pureblood powers out. Turning his emotions into fear.
I advanced towards him, fangs bared. He backed away, until he stepped up onto the window ledge.
He twisted around and jumped, running at the highest speed he was capable of when he hit the ground.
"That's right," I continued talking to myself, "You should be scared. You and your entire vampire family. Because you have played right into my hands. Carlisle."
Preview: Jessica's POV
Ugh. My head hurt. It felt like I had a sword stuck in my neck. My right arm felt like it was a frostbite victim, while my left arm felt like it was stuck in a furnace.
And worst of all, I think my mascara was smudged.
"Mmmph." I mmphed, not finding the ability to move the muscles in my mouth.
"MMMPH!"
I tried to move my numb hands to my mouth, but failed miserably. They felt really heavy. I dropped them, not having enough energy to return them to my side.
My head was spinning, and started spinning the other way when my hands fell on my neck. It felt like I had something there, I just couldn't place my finger on it. Figuratively, of course.
"Mmmph?" I tried to raise one of my fingers to my line of sight, and succeeded. A little.
Something must have been wrong with my vision. It was probably blurry or something. I mean, why would there be red paint on my neck?
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