Yuuki stared at Mizuki in disbelief. How did she know about Zero? Unless… 'Are you a vampire slayer?' Her voice trembled with every syllable as she studied Mizuki's face for a reaction.
Mizuki took a deep breath, 'yes'. Her words were like needles, piercing every part of Yuuki's body.
A single tear ran down her cheek, 'Why?'
Mizuki remained as lifeless as ever, 'because it must be done'. She took another breath, 'I must leave now'.
Yuuki remained silent as she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her, before releasing a cascade of tears. Why Zero? Why now?
Mizuki stood outside, listening as Yuuki wept. It will pass with time.
'What are you doing here, Mizuki?'
'I could ask you the same thing brother', she spat back, glancing over her shoulder, 'it isn't your style to creep into dorm rooms'.
Kaname's hand connected with his sister's face, 'how dare you speak to me like that! Remember your place sister, which is below me!'
Mizuki stared at her brother, her purple eyes burning with hate. Not for long brother.
Kaname studied his sister as she wiped her mouth, a thin line of blood trickling from where he had hit her. How could she live like this, with no lust for blood?
Mizuki discarded the blood soaked cloth in the bin, 'see brother, I'm not weak like you, I don't falter at the sight of blood, I'm better than that.' She turned on her heel and strode off, leaving Kaname trembling with anger.
Mizuki violently flung open the doors to her room, causing them to thud loudly against the wall. She wiped her wet face with the sleeve of her blazer, her hand shaking uncontrollably as she pick-up her diary. The thickly-binded book proving too heavy for her in her current state, toppled to the ground, falling open on a page filled with assorted photos and letters.
Crap! She bent down and quickly began to shove all the lose pieces of paper and photos back in. She picked up a folded piece of paper, yellow with age, which she was sure she had never seen before. Gently unfolding it she could see that it contained some form of instructions. But what where they? At a closer study, Mizuki realized that they appeared to be in some form of code. Cracking her knuckles, she pick-ed up a pen and began to write.
After what seemed hours, Mizuki copied out the last un-coded word and smile. This was perfect; everything was going to get a whole lot more interesting around her, now that she held the "key".
I glad your liking my story so far...
However I wont be able to write much more over the next few weeks as I am very busy. But I will try to upload something at least.
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