Hey guys... I'm sooooooooooo sorry I haven't typed in a while! You see a family member has gotten surgery to get rid of cancer and is going through chemotherapy right now, so I have had to be there for that person... and this chapter is a tribute to that person. Katalina?
Katalina: I'm on it! Kat-chan does not own Vampire Knight or any of its characters!
Me: Anything else?
Katalina: She does though own me and my family and other OCs to come... THERE YOU HAPPY KAT-CHAN! Jeez I don't get paid enough for this!
Me: *Smacks her over the head* SHUT UP!
I ran through the woods, going as fast as I could. My thin jacket protecting my favorite nightgown was now torn to shreds, dirt and mud had been caked all over me, my hair, once tangle free, was now looking like I had just got into a fight with my hair and the hair had won... but I didn't care, I just needed to escape.
I had just gotten about 20 miles in when I stopped for a rest, the bags and my sister was weighing me down, so I had built up a camp. Autumn still hadn't woken up and my feet were bloody and raw, taking the canteen of water, I poured it on my sleeping sister, waking her up instantly.
"What the HELL!" Autumn screamed rubbing her eyes to void the dripping wetness soaking into them. She then stood up and looked around and asked "Where are we?" I deadpanned at her sudden change of mood and told her the story through clenched teeth holding back the tears and hatred of a certain pureblood. What was her reaction, you might ask? I have no idea, I didn't dare to look, for fear of all hell breaking loose, my back was turned and I was setting up the firewood, my concentration on it so that I didn't have to see her heartbroken face. "What is the percentages?" she asked knowing full well that I had some predicament in my mind. I told her the truth right then and there "There is a 25% chance that Rido is following us, a 48% chance that he sent someone after us, a 8% chance that he isn't following us, and a 19% chance that he is already here. I just hope that he isn't already here and that 8% is on our side... but that is only 8%, out of a hundred... I just don't know what to do except run for right now but seeing the choices, fight or flight, if I had chosen fight... we both would be dead. But that doesn't mean that I won't kill him, after all, we do have all the time in the world at our hands." "Hey Kat... when that time comes to kill him, I will be at your side, and I always will big sis! Like you have for me! Just whatever you do don't turn your back on anyone... it's not your fault that they're, you know, dead." she finished the sentence with solemnity in her eyes. I then lit the fire with the lighter and gasoline I had brought and stared into the flames, This is not the end... I will kill you, Rido Kuran. I thought then fell into a sleep filled with nightmares that seemed never ending, until morning light.
I woke up to the smell of uncooked squirrel,looking at the surroundings I saw that my little sister was sucking the life out of the poor little animal, she better save some for me! "Hey did you save any for me?" I asked. "No," she said simply... that glutton. I then got up and went hunting... an hour later I had finally caught a squirrel without running into hunters... these woods were always filled with hunters at this time of year. The fresh powder crunched with each soft step I took, the trees were scattered serenely with the same fresh powder on them, the beautiful evergreens and dead trees put me out of my normal state as I stared around... I was stunned to see that there was still beauty in the world after the blood bath that I had seen. I sucked the life out of the poor squirrel, listening to the sounds of the humans hunting deer, the sickening sound of arrows and bullets going through the animals with a sick crunch as it went through bones and organs, muscles and blood vessels, it was then that I remembered that sound from when I had shot Rido Kuran... only then it didn't sound sickening, but music to my ears. With a shudder I left and ran.
It took three days to get to Cross Academy, it was snowing, the frigid air hurt my raw and bloody feet and hands as I sat screaming for someone to open the gate. I sure wasn't a good sight right then... my long jacket torn to shreds, so torn that it was just hanging off my shoulders barely existent, my hair was now matted and leaves and twigs were stuck in it, my nightgown was surprisingly clean of blood, dirt, mud, and god knows what else that is everywhere but there, I had been very careful with my nightgown, seeing as it was my favorite, blood was crusted to my chin and teeth... and almost everywhere else, dirt and blood was stuck under my nails, bags were scattered everywhere... and my little sister was on my back and hasn't been awake for two whole days. And I stunk, I stunk of blood and sweat and dirt... but if tears had a scent... I would stink of it so bad that I wouldn't be able to handle it. But tears...they don't have a scent... unless you have cried so many that you knew what it smelt like... and I was just that type of person who could... smell the many tears that I have cried.
Again guys, I am soooooo sorry! Katalina?
Katalina: Thanks for reading and keep up the awesome stories that Kat-Chan reads because she has no life! R&R please!
Me: Hey! That's a putdown, meanie! Anyways... Bye! And I do have a life... just not much of one!
