At 10:00, Zoey Husted still hadnt returned to the apartment. Hiro said not to worry about it until 11:00,, because sometimes Zoey was late.
By 10:15 though, everyone was starting to get edgy. Hiro was fiddling with a CD player, trying to find a station he liked, Akatsuki was sitting on the couch, leaning foreward with his head in his palm, Takuma was trying to read a manga but unable to focus, and Aidou was pacing the kitchen.
This went on until about 10:50, when Hiro's cell phone rang. The I.D. said "Txt msg: Zee"
"HEY! We got a message!" Hiro shouted, and all the vampires were suddenly pressed by his sides, trying to get a good look at the phone. Hiro flipped open the phone and opened the message. It read:
"Tell K, I and A to not trust Kuran. Returning to C.A. Will call. Do not follow."
The vampires' faces radiated question marks. Meanwhile, Hiro read the text over and over, letting the message sink in.
He had... No. Not his only friend. Please, not Zee...
Where am i and who ran a bus over my head?
When i woke up, over three hours had passed. I had been dragged into an alleyway, though i could clearly see the station across the street. I felt around my neck, and sure ee-freaking-nuff, two perfectly symmetrical puncture wounds ran right along my jugular vein, still leaking a small amount of blood. "Son of a muthabiatch!" I shouted, along with a few more choice curses. My head hurt, along with my arms. On closer inspection, i discovered bruises in the shape of hands running around my upper arms.
Now, i knew Kaname had disliked me, but i never had thought that he would go this far...
Please, oh please, let my screwy system have allowed my to stay a non-vampire...
I attempted four times to get up before succeeding, stumbling into a random building and taking the elevator as far up as it would go, something like fifty floors. Then i found the stairs and went further up, till i was on the roof. It was really windy, and i drew my now-bloodstained jacket around me, then took it off and removed my switchblade and yanked two holes in the back. They were probably a little big, but i was in too much of a dizzy rage to care. Sticking the jacket on, i fluttered my wings a couple times in test, then dived off the side of the building into the wind.
The window imploded.
One second Kaname was leaning over his desk, examining the half-played chessboard set up on its surface, and the next he was being flipped over his desk and pinned to the floor by a booted foot, hands between his back and the floor.
The boot belonged to a murderous looking Zoey Husted.
"Kaname, you bastard!"
His face only reflected confusion. so she smirked viciously and continued, "What? Selective memory loss? Lemme refresh your memory," She leaned down a little and tossed her hair behind her shoulders, so that two circular puncture marks were clearly visible, "Remember now? Knocking me out, dragging me into the alley, nearly draining me dry and thus turning me into a God-damned, fucking bloodsucker?"
"And what makes you think that i would do such a thing?" He asked the furious teen, wary of the boot at his neck but remaining calm as ever.
"Oh, i dont know, maybe the fact that i was supposed to meet a, quote en quote, "jet black haired, arrogant, pureblooded vampire named Kuran"? You're the only one who fits the bill. I may be a weensy bit fuzzy on the details, but at seven thirty this evening i was supposed to meet you and then, three hours later, i woke up in some random alleyway with fang marks in my neck and a sudden urge to attack and drain every damned person on the street!"
"I can see where you would think that it was I who... did this to you."
"Damn straight."
"But it was not I who bit you, Zoey."
The teen just looked at him for a few seconds. Then, she replied tentatively, "Bullshit."
"Some of the answer, however, may lie in the reason you got here so fast."
"...Huh?"
Kaname pushed himself up(as he could have done at any time), catching the teen off guard and capturing her hands in an instant. Though Zoey struggled, he took both of her wrists in one and slid one hand up the back of her shirt, causing her to recoil instantly.
"Kuran, what the crap? Pervert! RAPE! RA-OWCH! What in the-"
She was silenced as he drew his hand in front of her face, carrying an oversized tawny feather with some blue tinting at the edges.
"Could this have anything to do with it?" He said with a smirk.
I glared at the guy. Full out, deadly, dagger-filled, if-looks-could-kill-you-would-be-incinerated glared. My wings stung where he had removed a feather.
BITCHASS. PLUCKED. A. FEATHER.
And NOW I was trapped, both hands in his grasp, and absolutely no chance of escaping. So i did the one thing i could think of.
I brought my legs up and kicked him in the chest, hard. He stumbled backward, loosening his grip on my wrists so that i could yank them free. Then i walked up and, literally, bitchslapped him."Dont pluck my feathers, bastard!" I yelled at him.
His amused-at-own-cleverness expression did not change.
"I wonder, though..." He began, "Did you ever wonder exactly how you got them?"
I frowned."Yeah, sure, but i figured it didnt matter."
He grinned. Sort of evilly, sort of surprise-birthday-party-ly, If that makes any sense. "Husted-kohai, allow me to tell you of a legend..."
"So let me get this straight. I'm a Nephilim."
"Yes."
"My father was a high-ranking angel."
"A Nephilim is someone who's father was an angel."
"My biological mother left me with my mom and dad so that i could better complete my 'divine purpose'."
"Yes."
"That purpose involves making peace between the races."
"Probably."
"Your evil uncle knows this and wants me on his team, so he had my parents assassinated."
"Yes."
"My screwy system will probably allow me to be a vampire without turning Level E."
"Yes."
"But he can still control me because he's the one who turned me."
"Yes."
"You know all this how?!"
"Much research."
"This sucks."
"My thoughts exactly."
"Mnff..." I moaned as i woke up. I had been trapped in a strangely realistic dream. I had gone to a school in Japan, then got bitten by vampires(the ones at the school, i admit, were pretty hot/cute/good looking.) Then after a while i had run away, then six weeks later they had found me again and i got bit and went to attack the one who i thought had bitten me only to find out i was some kind of angel child and that his uncle was the perpetrator. Then he had let me crash on his couch since i was getting tired.
Now that i was awake, i knew i was in my actual bed, that it was all a dream and that i wasnt alone.
I opened my eyes... and pinched myself. Aparently i wasnt awake yet, cuz one of the guys from my dream was lying right next to me, looking at me like he had been waiting. The blonde. Aidou Hanabusa. Or i guess i wasnt dreaming, cus i pinched myself so hard i actually flinched. Aidou grinned. "Been wondering when you would wake up," he said cheerfully.
I frowned, "When did you get here?" I asked.
"Few hours ago. Yourself?"
"Around midnight. What time is it now?"
"Its...." He looked over my shoulder, so i guessed that an alarm clock was on the bedside table or whatever. "Nearly ten."
I groaned and got up, pulling my one side of hair back up and into a ponytail holder, keeping the side of my neck with the still-healing fang marks hidden. "Why is it that whenever i wake up, its always you? Am i the only one noticing that pattern?"
"Aww. Zee-chan, you dont like me?" He put an edge of whine and flirt into his voice.
"Nooooo, its not that...." I began, turning to him. His pout face was full on, and he looked like a puppy or a toddler. So effing cute, I thought at the sight of it.
As soon as i turned back to him, though, his face lit up (think in episode four when he asks Yuuki if she went to the moon dorms to let him drink her blood)"So you do like me!"
I shushed him teasingly, my finger to my lips, "Shhh! Its a secret!" I said in a whisper, then laughed a little. "Crazy kid. I think im the more mature one here, which is really rather sad." I got up from the bed and looked for a mirror, finding one in the bathroom.
As soon as i saw my Ugh. Massive bedhead.I pulled out the hair tie from my hair and ran my fingers through it, calming the mass somewhat. I realized that i was still wearing the same bloody and torn ensamble i had been wearing the night before. Eeesh.
After combing most of the snarls out of my hair, i pulled it all back into one massive ponytail (did i ever mention that i have insanely thick hair? Now you know) and put a hand on my neck, which was a little sore, and sighed.
What was i going to tell... pretty much the rest of the world?
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IM SOREEEEEEEEEEEE
I know i havent updated in forever, but this chapter gave me so much trouble, so its a little short too.
Iggy: Yeah, we could hear you banging your head on the keyboard from your room.
Me: SHUT UP. Your only out of the basement on probation, not cuz its your right. I can always tie you up again.
Iggy: -sigh-Again with the basement threat.... You know that im blind, so the dark dosent actually scare me, right?
Me: Yeah, but the way you can lock on to peoples faces does. Who said that the dark was for your benefit?
