Disclaimer: Do not own the characters or plot of Vampire Knight
Main Pairings: Akatsuki/OC, Zero/OC and Kaname/Yuuki
Side Pairings: Shiki/Rima/Ichijou, others undecided
Summary: The daughter the Headmaster has never cared for has come back and the reason for her return sounds truthful enough...for the people that know nothing of her past. Her real task is revenge. On the ones she loved and the beings that she had been forced to destroy.
Author's Note: Yes, I did just post a chapter yesterday but after I did an hour didn't even pass and I was on to the next one. I was so antsy that I couldn't let it sit for a couple of days so here it is.
Chapter Five – What has been done is for the End
There were screams. Everywhere. They didn't stop; never ended, but continued until they became hoarse with soreness and exhaustion from their pleading. There was blood too. Dripping down the walls like beautiful tears, splatters on the cold stone floors that soon turned to puddles of ruby red. Laughter existed here as well. Laughter of the pleased and satisfied; father's laugh.
And oh, I was there and the screams overflowed from my burning throat; blood that trickled and dried in the room was mine. And how pretty it was, pain and desperation clinging to each thick drop. My body, so small and tender was set on fire, rusted nails were dug through my hands and feet so that I was anchored on the slab of once chilled onyx marble, now warm with the life that endlessly trickled from me.
And daddy, daddy where am I? You said…you said I'd get to save her. You said I wouldn't hurt. But daddy you lied! You slammed my head against the wall, just to hear the sweet cries that followed. You yanked on my arm and it tore from my shoulder and I can't feel the nail embedded in my palm but I can feel the agony of my shoulder where the meat ripped and if I turn my head I can see the whiteness of it peeking from the ruined skin.
And daddy, you said you'd protect me from monsters. But you let them put things in there! You let them split me open where mommy said no one should ever touch! It's bad and you let them. You let them, daddy why?
Don't you love me daddy? Didn't you once say I'd never cry? But I am daddy. I'm crying so much I can't tell if its blood or tears on my face. I can't see anymore and it's dark and I'm scared. You're laughing again, daddy. Are you happy? You haven't laughed since mommy left us. Is she back, daddy? Is she going to save me?
You promised it would be over soon, but why am I still screaming from the knife that's tearing my chest open? From the hands that are clawing at my skin?
I still can't see but I can hear. And behind my screams I can hear chanting daddy. What are they saying? Are they the bad people again? Are they going put their thingies back inside me? Please no daddy! I don't want that. I'll be a good girl. I'm sorry daddy, that I was bad. I'm sorry that I didn't study hard enough. I'll be better! I swear! I want to go home daddy. I'm cold and I'm shaking and I can't stop. The screaming is shredding my throat daddy and sticky blood is welling in there. I can't breathe, daddy.
Why am I still awake?
Agghh! The bad people ripped me from the nails just now, but I have no more blood inside me. They threw me back on the marble daddy, face down and I felt my head crack against it but no pain. Isn't that bad daddy? Am I a freak, daddy? Don't you love me anymore?
Daddy, daddy! There's something cutting into my back and those creepy chants are back. Is that fire daddy? There's a sweet smell filling the air now. Is that my skin burning daddy? Am I being a good girl, now?
I wanna go home daddy. Will you tuck me in when we get there? You used to sing such lovely lullabies.
"Do you remember that I said Headmaster is making a feast for the three of us? Well, he had to postpone it to tomorrow evening before patrols though, so we can't bail on that. He told me that two of us can do rounds on three quarters of the grounds and the remaining person will do the last. So, that means we'll be alternation partners nightly. It'd go you and me, than me and Zero, you and Zero and repeat."
I wasn't really listening but I could gather that I would be spending unwanted quality time with Silver Head. Stupid.
"There's a ball coming up. There's one every year. Usually only in the Fall/Winter but this year Headmaster added one for spring. I don't know why but he said he had something amazing planned. Are you going? It should be in a month or so. I'm not sure because they are usually the week after exams but the exams were pushed back because of you needing to learn the curriculum and all." She peered at me coquettishly. I sneered at her and briskly walked forward. She was a weird one, that Yuuki. Her quickened steps echoed around the surrounding trees and footpath.
"Jeez, come down a minute I just wanted to ask you a question. Bugger it and forget." I slowed down, waiting for her to catch up. Honestly, I wasn't walking that fast. Maybe, that branch was holding her back?
Now, that I think about it why do I call it a branch? It wasn't made out of wood. I didn't know what the hell it was made of. It didn't smell of metal or steel, but it shone with the gleam of the former.
When her steps fell into mine I continued on the path, traveling deeper into wooded forest. I've never been to this part of the grounds before but I could see the highest tower of the Moon dormitories from here. I listened to the babble of my little sister, relishing the boring night. It was seldom a day of rest and leisure as I was experiencing now. The break from assignments was refreshing and for once I was glad to be Cross Aikira, enjoying the shining bright of my only heart.
We were five minutes deep in to the once thin wood and as our feet carried us further, the trees stood tighter together, heavy darkness only penetrated by soft lamps placed every ten feet. I shivered but railed in the worry. If Yuuki wasn't frightened by this 'unknown territory' it would be depressing to lose to her in that department. Yuuki was scared of a lot of things and I wasn't. I was just weirded out that I have never noticed this area before. Almost as if it had grown out of nothing.
The air was growing stiller, the singing of the leaves becoming thicker in my ears and the darkness seemed to eat away at the natural source of moon light that had managed to come through thin patches of leaves. Of course, Yuuki the Dense didn't notice. She was off telling something about the Kuran-bastard. Oh, how I hated him.
Only when the iridescent lights of the Gothic lamps started to flicker did Yuuki begin to think on the strange environment but I was already entranced. There was a golden light emanating a half a mile or so to my right and with sharp eyes I caught the amused darkening of crimson amber and smiling lips.
I plunged upward, choking in huge gulps of air. It had seemed so real. Like I was recalling last night's patrols, but we had never come upon the place. My body was covered in sweat, soaking my thin spaghetti strapped tank top and making my boy cut panties tighten uncomfortingly around my hips. But it must have happened. I never dreamt, not since the painful torture of my month long transformation. I could only remember my past at the closing of my eyes and even that was few and far between. Someone was tampering with my mind and that more than anything else shook me to the core. If I couldn't control my mind anymore all was lost and soon the dying pleads of the humans would pierce my ears, forever to remain.
We (meaning Yuuki, Yori (cool girl), Silver Head and I) were settling in for fourth block (The Art of Language). This class was literally studying languages old and new, and gathering their history and culture from that. It may not seem important but public speakers could eat you up and spit you out by throwing words at you that you may think you don't know but do, just in different terms. By the by, I despised this class. I also found out the voice I had mistaken for a teacher turned out to be the pompous Day Class President who had an unhealthy obsession with one of the Night Class girls. Rumor was he practiced his waltz habitually in hopes of impressing her at the ball.
Yuuki, Yori and I sat five rows up from the front in the middle section. Yuuki sat on the left, I in the middle and Yori to my right. Silver Head like the creeper he was sat behind us.
On the subject on Silver Head, I have come to realize that I had unfairly judged him because of him grubbing on little sis and being father's errand boy. The vampire thing didn't help him that much either. I was thinking that I'd put prejudice and preconceived notions aside when the door opened and the actual lecturer came in. I had to spend two nights a week with him anyway might as well chat him up then. My eyes roamed to the front of the room, my chin resting in the palm of my right hand. The man was stiff and bent with old age, eyes milky and skin discolored. I don't know about anybody else but old people gave me this feeling to runaway to escape stories of the good old days or ask if they had taken their vitamins that morning. Old people were either really nice and nostalgic or just plain batty. My Grammie Mila crowed the dawn with her house cats before she passed in a violent accident involving one peeved rooster.
The day went on with remainders of the exams coming soon (at which kids started winking and smiling at me. Guess they were happy to get an extension on that.) I noticed that the professors were either too old or too young. There wasn't a middle aged instructor in the bunch. Odd if you ask me. This had everything to do with father. I could feel it in my gut.
All in all it was a normal learning day. One that I had craved for years and have finally gotten to indulge in ordinary life. Well, as ordinary a life a demonic Vampire Hunter could get.
"I do not know how I'll live through this five days a week. What is wrong with these girls? Do they hold any sense at all? The shame, female youth is declining into vapid shallow fads. The horror!" I winced at Silver Head. He raised an eye brow at me the corner of his mouth lifting into…something friendly. It didn't look like a smile and I didn't want to get it mixed up and think that he liked me more than he did.
I shifted my body to the left, away from him so that he wouldn't see my fumbling hands. This feeling was different and I didn't know how to explain it. That worried me, but these days a lot of things did.
Today, Yuuki Silver Head and I roped off both sides of the walkway so that there were crowds on either side. Yuuki was stationed on the right side of the path. It didn't look like she was doing okay over there. Some of the girls were glaring at her over something.
Sliver Head and I were on the left and I placed myself in the middle which wasn't strategic in holding off crafty girls but I didn't want to be suddenly hit with the image of the boy again. That would seriously ruin my rather good day.
I elbowed Silver Head as the gates opened in the slow way it had and tilted my head toward the crowd. I had found through quick observations yesterday, that a glare from him was effective in warding the girls off.
Again, the performance like procession played out. From my side I watched as Kaname stopped to pick up a fallen Yuuki. I presumed that some of the mob had jilted her to the ground when squealing in excitement and horniness.
And as the Night Class students were all a good deal away toward the School buildings, the Wicked One strolled out as if in a daze and once again not noticing my presence.
I frowned. Fine then. If you're not going to do anything I will. I bet I know just the place to go…
Somehow I had picked my way through the thickening trees and saw the same small emanating gold. It grew brighter the closer I came to it until I could see a thin opening in the dense surrounding of trees. Looking around, I carefully stepped through and gasped at what I saw.
Inside the circle of closely standing trees was a medium ovular shaped clearing. The soft moss of the ground ended at the entrance the ground inside white marble. There were benches made of marble of silvery metal the backs and interwoven into a beautiful pattern. The legs were curvy and nailed into the marble. Three lined the lengths, fairly spaced apart. The gold light wasn't harsh in its brightness but soft and warm. Faery lamps hovered freely in the air reaching the shortest of the tree branches which were pretty high. Occasionally the floated around. The Fall chill didn't penetrate the warm cozy heat.
Snapping out of my daze, I moved to the left side's middle bench and sat. I was willing to wait, but for what exactly I didn't know.
Twenty minutes later my answer came with a member of the Night Class.
Woo, but sad there in the beginning huh? That is not the worst of what has happened to her. Not at all. This is a sort of cliffy, ain't it? Well, bugger that'd just have to do. Kira has some patching up to do with Silver Head and some answers from a Night Class member who may or may not be who you are expecting. If any of you were confused as to what Kira was scared about in the third part, she was talking about her 'dream' in the second part.
Grain is gross. And so is Fiber.
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