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Chapter 1 – Two Different Worlds
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Research by scientists had shown that vampires' blood is significantly similar to human blood. Moreover, the bone structures of vampires are uncannily identical to humans, indicating common ancestor. There is however notable differences between the DNA of vampires and humans which specifically code for blood. Vampires have an extra set of genes which codes for enzyme which are able to digest and retain haemoglobin in blood. There has been speculation of whether vampires were in actual fact subspecies of humans. In which, the thesis have gain animosity and heated arguments. Debates are still ongoing since some three hundred years ago.
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"997…998…999…" he counted mentally, as he went down again. The muscles in his left arm were screaming in pain, begging him to stop as he straightened the arm again. Cold sweat trickled down his spine as he continued to push himself despite the fact that he was cold and hungry.
Finally, he collapsed onto the cool surface of the marble flooring. His breathing ragged as he greedily sucked in oxygen from his surroundings. Rolling over with his back against the floor and one hand propped up against his forehead, he panted and relaxed his arching muscles. Pity. If only had he persisted, he would have beaten his record of a thousand single handed push ups.
Thanks to his vampire blood, he was able to complete such an incredible feat that no human can accomplish. But more importantly, he had overcome it once more - his hunger, his thirst for blood (human blood, of course). He could no longer keep this up though. Turning his head, he watched as the blood pills that lay beside him burst into flames. He no longer had a need for it.
He rose and grabbed a towel from the hanger, carelessly discarding it upon the burnt pills. Fortunately, it carried enough sweat to extinguish the fire. He slowed to a stop in front of the windows, observing as columns of flame clawed the night sky.
Immediately, he felt his body adapting to the change. His two canine teeth had shrunk back to its usual size (though still pretty obvious for a human), his fair skin darkened slightly, while his body ached even more from the workout. He was back to human, vulnerable weak mortal.
Mjuk(1), a blessing and a curse. Perhaps it was a price for having such supernatural powers. Stripped bare of their abilities and practically human, any skilled extremist slayer who have learnt of a vampire's soft month could easily be dead before he or she could even revert back to a vampire. For a period of time, the vampire turns into a human. Perhaps it was a price for having such supernatural powers. Stripped bare of their abilities and practically human, any skilled extremist slayer who have learnt of a vampire's soft month could easily be dead before he or she could even revert back to a vampire. No one could explain such a strange phenomenon. Researchers of vampire descent often speculate that it is possible contamination of human blood or perhaps a reminder of their roots. It was found that the higher the percentage of human contamination, the longer the Mjuk period. Natsume scoff at their preposition. They were better off finding a way to integrate into society.
Natsume stared emotionlessly into the bathroom mirror as he goes through the mundane routine to make himself presentable. He would have to attend human lessons today. He had skipped too many and was on the borderline of retaining a grade, not that he minded, but it would probably put the chairman into a tight sport. Still, it would be pleasant to see the chairman vexed, he mused to himself. Having lived for so long, he wondered why he was even attending lessons of content he already knew about. He slammed shut the bathroom door.
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"Wake up, wake up, you lazy pig, wake up!" the alarm clock chorused over and over again, pulling a brunette from dreamland to the harsh realm of reality.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, highlighting the figure of a young teenager wrapped in thick coating of blankets. A pillow was held over her head for "protection" against the sun's evil glare.
Pressing the pillow harder against her ear with one hand and grabbing the alarm clock in the other, the brunette flung the latter to the furthest corner of the room in an attempt to destroy it. Unfortunately for her, it lives. Many thanks to the coating of soft material placed around it as if it was predicted to be treated this way. To the poor girl's dismay, the clock shrieked even louder.
Cursing softly to herself, our favourite protagonist finally forced herself to sit upright with her legs unflatteringly positioned. Why had she brought that nasty thing from Hotaru? Mikan grumbled in frustration as she rubbed her chocolate brown eyes. She was a wreck. Her wild auburn hair flew in all directions, while her pyjama's top missed a button, revealing one side higher than the other and a generous part of her tummy.
"I'm up!" she shrieked, flinging her arms up in desperation, which instantly silences the alarm clock, but revealed another noise.
Mikan rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead as the cursed screeches of the fat landlord echoed through the hallway, flooding her with a colourful range of vocabulary. She in return swore that one of these days she was going to go deaf. She groaned, but instantly corrected her mood. This was not how a day should start. Mikan smiled foolishly to herself, doing a sudden a hundred and eighty degrees change of mood.
"Today's going to be a great day," she declared optimistically, hopping right off the bed and…instantly falling flat down on her face. Scowling, the brunette turned to see the culprit - the blanket. Her bottom half was still tangled with the accursed blanket.
"Okay…maybe not that great a day," she mumbled in resentment, rolling around in a futile attempt to release herself from the blanket. Once more, she hoisted herself up…but failed terribly and ended up tripping over it again. She met the ground once more with a painful thud. Her eyes trailed the floor and widen as she stared at the item before her. She blinked once. Twice. She was so dead. Kicking away the blanket, she scampered to her feet, leaving the poor innocent clock sitting there…
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Walking out of the bathroom half naked, Natsume was unsurprised to find his sister at the doorway.
"Aoi," He acknowledged her. She thrust a wine glass filled with dark red liquid before him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Nii-sama, you have not feast have you?"
Natsume ignored her and received the glass firmly at its slender frame, careful not to spill a drop. He silently praised Aoi for her sharpness and started drinking. The blood was bland. Unsatisfying, but filling. The texture was the only factor in which he enjoyed. He swirled the thick mixture in disgust. He hated it. This dependency towards human blood, but he was a hypocrite. He was actually fond of the feeling he gets when his tongue slowly cruise along the side of the wine glass, leaving not a drop of blood left. Damn, he hated himself.
"You do know that you can't live that way do you? You need to drink from the body." Aoi lectured. Natsume merely gave her a knowing stare before draining the glass.
He collapsed and leaned back into his chair, cleaning the last traces of blood on his teeth. He could still taste the lingering liquid in his mouth. Aoi took the initiative and sat on the armchair across him.
"Nii-sama, you need to find her, the one who would compliment you."
Natsume shrugged, but gave a subtle nod of agreement. He needs a gypsy. Surviving on third grade blood was just foolishness.
"I will, you need not worry. Go to school,"
Natsume patted Aoi reassuringly on the head and gave a chaste kiss on her forehead. He had better things to concern himself with besides his own survival.
Placing the wine glass on the table, he grabbed his bag and proceeded down the long winding stairs of the mansion, ignoring the anxious looks directed towards him by his sister.
Ending note: Mmm…so that concludes the chapter. :D Hope you like it. Reviews are much craved and loved by me. Hahaha. ^^