He looked around, seeming that he didn't know where he was. Hadn't he just gone back to his dorm room? That familiar sweet smell. Vanilla and rain? She was close. He kept walking. Might she be hurt? She does like to play with that lighter of hers an awful lot. He reached the small lake just west of the dorms. The last time he'd been here was when he'd walked with her on that same shoreline the night she'd gained back her memories...that was the moment he'd lost her. As he walked by this shoreline, she stood on the edge of the dock from what he could see looking out at the water. He walked up behind her steadily, but she kept looking at the moonlight's reflection.
When she turned to him, he was able to get a good look. Everything about her seemed...perfect. Not even a scrape or a flaw could be found. Her hair was rippled like a mermaid's, her bare body as perfect as a porcelain doll's, her lips as red as any cherry...but none of those are what lured him in. It was her eyes. Her eyes were those of a true immortal. They were a bright amber, with dark brown rings around them. Like an eclipse of summer. But in that next moment all her beauty faded. The images were flickering in his mind. Her beautiful spine-chilling smile, to her mascara running down her cheeks and dried blood drawing lines down her chin, to her silent cry for help.
The images replayed every millisecond until he saw her walking toward the edge of the dock, dropping herself off the wooden platform into the calming dark water. She didn't come back up...leaving him to want to jump in after her. But he saw it the water started turning red. a line of air bubbles were slowly trailing to thesloping shoreline. Somewhat afraid yet curious, he stood in wait where the airbubbles were aline with his position on land. She emerged from the mucky water...but she was still pure. The blood was transparent on her skin...yet she was all the same. A beautiful thing of woke up startled. He'd sweat through his torso around his chest and sides, his hair even a bit damp with sweat. He felt a soft, cool hand running down his face. She sat quiet and calm as she wiped the sweat from his forehead. He choked on the air he took in and grabbed her wrist. "It was only a nightmare." she said softly. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" he scowled. She tilted her head. I heard you through your door...you sounded like you were in pain. He shoved her arm away from him and sat up. "Get out. I don't want you in my head let alone near me at all." he said. She stayed in her place. "Zero." she said warningly.
"You're testing my nerves. I only intend of taking care of you...but you're so stubborn you cannot even accept a vampire's hand. You don't believe in equality...do you?" He frowned at her. "Never will immortals or humans be associated under the same word. People. Not for me anyway, but maybe that idiotic Headmaster." he snapped. She grabbed his hand as he stood up and held it like she were ready to shake his hand. He hissed in pain and pulled away. Looking at his wrist...the same symbol that had been seen on Kaname's arm...the pentagram. "You're a sinner, Zero." She walked to the door, but before leaving, turned to him as he looked at her angrily.
"A bit of advice...'There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of hell'." After her presence was gone...Zero stood looking at where she had stood. Semblance of hell. That's what she was, alright.