Chapter 2

However lithely I stood up, the flow of my following skirt was still lifted up enough to reveal my panties. The breeze blowing intermittently through the leaves brought back the ringing shriek. That piercing, annoying, all out stupid laughter was not in any way getting to me no matter what my stupid flushed cheeks had to say about it. Stupid pale skin... Agggh!

It wasn't that I was embarrassed per say; just the fact that it was rude to stare and then have the audacity to laugh as if he'd seen a dancing gay hippogriff from that Terry Fester book or whatever the daft thing was called. My panties were not grotesque like granny panties nor stained with fruit punch – which happens often as I am clumsy; especially with drinks. They were perfectly healthy sliver lace that was boy cut and I loved them. This stupid nitwit wouldn't know tasteful lingerie from trashy anyway. Wait, was he trying to call me trashy? Rat bastard!

I tensed at the implied insult and as he came toward me from my far right I drew back my right arm and swung it back catching the Vampire Scum in the throat. I could tell the bastard was shocked because he did not see any action from my part happening, at least anything that didn't involve screaming like a banshee. I turned and threw my left arm out catching a lapel of his blazer and ran full speed to a tree 10 feet or so away and shoved him against the dank bark. All within the space of four seconds – good time but not my best.

If anything I was more peeved. Who the hell did he think I was? A weak little girl who couldn't take care of herself? Erggh!

Bracing myself against him to keep him to the tree – not an easy task by the way, this one was incredibly strong for such a young age; I quickly scanned the area keeping focus on my capture as well (wouldn't want the guy to run off or something). When I didn't detect any disturbance in our dark surroundings, I turned all my attention to my prey and almost drew back in surprise.

Not because the guy looked good because he did, but because he. Was. Not. The. Least. Bit. Upset. Or. Disturbed. At. Being. Pinned. To. A. Damn. Tree. Asshole. It was odd. Normally the Vampire would be mystified that they could be held down by someone who they saw as human. The fact that this kid wasn't really hurt my pride. I may not have liked at I did for a living but I was used to feeling a sense of superiority.

I huffily turned my cheek to him. As the rest of his kind, he was darkly beautiful, his poisonous beauty wrapping slender tendrils towards me delicately, seductively licking my skin with fire. My slim fingers tightened around his cool elegant neck and if I had been looking, I would have shivered at the creepy smile that bloomed on his striking face.

Absentmindedly, I shook myself from the self induced stupor. It would not get me anywhere to stand here and day dream. Besides, I thought with a pout, it is against school policy to attack a Vampire student and vice versa. All the while it seemed to have escaped my mind that I had done nothing to restrain his arms, not that he was going to let on to that fact. It would probably bruise my self esteem that I hadn't noticed such a detail while I detestably thought of my father's beloved pacifism.

My sudden growl sent silent shudders of pleasure through the Vampires body and still I took no notice. In no time at all I was pressed against the base of the tree – and the body of a certain male.

Turning my body was not a possibility, what with the rock heavy arm crushing me to his chest. I was strong and could definitely hold me own in a fight against a small number of his kind at once but this was bad, I was closed off of any opportunities for escape; I was cut off. Well, if this was how it was going to be I would just bluff my way out of it. I wasn't overtly scared, but I damn sure was put off the situation; I loathed not having the upper hand.

I relaxed clenched hands, took in a deep breath and looked into the face of me prey turned predator. It was almost easy to get lost in them was well, though the smugness was throwing me off. The guy's skin wasn't pale as the myths went, instead of alabaster; his skin was slightly tan, the dark shadowing most of the left side of his face. His lips were so pale that their color was barely identifiable but I tilted my head to the left, the moonlight revealed it to be the palest of pinks. That luscious mouth drew up slightly at the corners, vague almost disinterested amusement at my sudden interest in his appearance. As he didn't want to seem to comment I would not allow myself to either as to me it showed a sign of submission, which I was not willing to give to him under any circumstances.

So I continued on with my 'evaluation'. His cheekbones lay high under his face, his hollow cheeks adding to his appeal. Before than I had not once looked into his eyes and I did so now to prove to him that I would not back down; that I was unafraid.

I lifted my eyes and drew in a sharp breath. They were intense; burning liquid of amber that held nothing of weakness. They narrowed in pleasure, left eye brow rising as my damp lips fell open in harsh breaths. It was nothing I had ever seen before, nothing so powerful as to make my body boneless as a sparks shot hotly through my petite body. I couldn't look away; couldn't find the will to want to. It seemed as if all that existed was my overpowered body and his possessive gaze.

He burned me with his lust, the amount of unrestrained desire. It felt like he wanted to rip away my carefully erected layers to see where I was most vul-

I clenched my jaw tightly before snapping out in frustration, "Why are you staring at me like that? Your next meal will be coming from a little white tablet. I'm not a prize blood bank!" I, myself almost flinched from the cold loathing in my usually soft voice. The bastard, however grinned lips pulling back to reveal sharp canines. Unlike the horrors they weren't overtly big and laying over his bottom lip. His canines were pearly white as the rest of his perfect teeth and came to a sharp stop just under the ending of his other teeth. They were classically sexy.

One of his hands that lay lightly on my left shoulder slid sleekly the bare skin where shoulder met neck. His hand was warm in the cool air. He leaned so his lips were a breath away from the pulse in my neck, beating steadily with calm. I stood my ground, not like I would be able to go anywhere any, showing nothing but the barest of blushes.

Those soft, tender lips smoothed lightly against the skin of my neck. "So delightful, my troublesome little faerie; do you not want to play?" In outrage I let out a loud indignant huff and stomped my foot like a child. I wasn't proud of it, but what else was there to do?

Before I could do much else but blink at his way of speaking the little guardians came to save the night.

"Wild! Er, Kain! You are breaching school policy and a pacific set of rules that you had agreed to obey upon your entering in to Cross Academy – and no Zero I did not just recite that from the handbook that the Headmaster gave me after the Ido- Aido incident." This short monologue was instantly followed with a whack sound and a dull groan of annoyance.

In embarrassment, my pale cheeks bloomed scarlet; it was horrifying being caught in such a position. This would be the first time that Yuki-chan would see her 'big sister' bested and by an arrogant Vampire no less! Oh the shame…

The male teen holding me chuckled, his body rumbling with the seductive baritone. His wild burnt gold hair looked like a golden jungle with his head thrown back like that.

I found blinking to be an annoyance; you could miss so much in an instant; like the backing away of a captor. I shook off a little feeling of disappointment and turned excitedly to my little sis who I hadn't seen in as much as 3 years. There wasn't really much a difference either except for the swell of petite breasts.

Yuuki's often innocent and naïve brown eyes widened at the sight of me and my stylish outfit. I struck a pose for her, yah know, I had to teach her something of fashion because her ordinary clothes couldn't have looked much better than the uniforms.

"Onee-chan!" and Yuki was running to me, dropping that branch thing she always carried around with her. She threw her arms around my waist and I held her back just as tightly. I breathed in deep taking her in the sweet, sharp scent of honey and lemon. She smelled like home. She was the only home I had ever known. She was my family.

A lump rose in my throat and I drew her back arms length to take a deeper inventory. She laughed at my antics, swatting me with her hand. "Kira! You never told me you were coming home…you never even mentioned the possibility for a visit! You are so mean onee-chan!" She smiled and pointed a short but slim finger at a tall figure a few feet away from us. "You were gone by the time Zero came along. Zero, come over here and meet the bestest sister in the world!" Her flamboyant voice had so much pride and adoration that I had to look away for a moment. I didn't deserve her praise. If only she knew the real me…she would hateme…

I tore my eyes away from the cobble stoned ground, forcing myself to hold back tears of self-hate. I would not let my sister down. She had grown up around that manipulative bastard most of her childhood. She would need me soon enough if my father's credibility and past ever came into the late. I deserved retribution and if Father had remained that same as in the past, Yuuki would need it too.