When I got home Cyan met me at the door. I closed the door quickly and walked with out stopping to the living room. "You're up early, or did you stay up late?" I asked. There wasn't a reply. His eyes were bright red, so I didn't expect one. The real question was would he be able to snap out of it, or would I have to snap him?
He wrapped his arms around my waist again, pressing me to his chest. His hair tickled my cheek as he placed butterfly kisses on my neck. "Cyan," I said. He kissed harder, his cold lips warming with every touch. He moved his hands up my back and pressed me closer to him. "Cyan," I said again. I felt his teeth then. They were just playing, grazing my skin until they found the prefect spot to kiss deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers moving across his skin to find the place. I found it just as he prepared to bite. I pressed down hard and made him loose conscious. I laid him on the couch then went up stairs to his study.
I found a dagger and two little bottles. I moved the blade across my wrist. I held my wrist above the bottle to catch the blood now dripping. I rubbed my hand across my arm to push out more blood. When the first bottle was full, I moved my finger over the cut, wiping off the last of the blood and allowing the wound to heal. I waited about five minutes for the blood to replenish then cut my other wrist to fill the other bottle. When I finished up I left them on the coffee table next to where Cyan was sleeping. He would find it when he woke up.
Cyan had always been like this, even when I was little. Father had explained what he was when they found out that my blood had been so tempting to him. I was about ten. I had already known him and his preferences, and his dislikes for several years. It didn't surprise me much that he was a vampire. I had seen his eyes change color before.
The first time he had attacked me with out his sanity, I was eleven. He had cornered me in the barn. I remembered asking him what was wrong. Then he got on his knees, put his hands on my shoulders and bit my neck. He didn't start playing with me until my body had started to develop and I looked more like a woman than a child.
Most times I gave him a chance to snap out of it, even though it was so awkward when he did. He apologized so much when he did. Mostly now, I just knocked him out when he didn't respond. It didn't bother me in the slightest, not the kisses on my neck, or the fact that if he wanted to he could rip out my jugular while I was sleeping. It was just part of who he was. I had accepted that.
I skipped dinner again. Instead I showered, did my homework, and went to sleep. The rain kept me up for a few hours. I got to sleep when it finally calmed to a drizzle.
I actually woke up to my alarm clock. That was surprising, well not much considering the blood loss. I turned the alarm off and took another shower. I didn't have time to fix a lunch, or breakfast. I figured I would buy lunch at school. I changed into a sweater and jeans. I put on my favorite pair of boots, black, with two inch heels. I regretted the choice when I walked outside. A thin layer of ice covered everything. I slipped and fell on my butt as I walked to the car. If I hadn't I wouldn't have noticed the small lines of silver on my tires. Snow chains. Cyan had put them on. I guess he didn't want me to hit the ice wrong and total his precious Lexus. I smiled at the thought of Cian caring for me. He rarely gave anyone else the time of day.
I drove to school carefully, and very slowly. Why hadn't it been canceled? I wondered.
When I got out, I stopped at the back of my car to check my bag. Then I heard something wrong. A squealing of tires against the ice, it was Tyler's van. His tires were locked from the breaks and it was headed for me. Before I could jump, or dodge or anything, I was pulled to the ground. Edward's strong, ice cold arms were locking me to the ground. He had pushed the van away but it wasn't good enough. It was coming back. He moved me quickly, hitting my head on the concrete in the process, to avoid getting hit by the van. He stopped it with one hand, after seeing that he left a handprint he crumpled the metal effortlessly, then as if realizing what he had done, he looked wide eyed at me.
I sat up, rubbing the back of my head. He moved away from me, well as far as he could, being trapped between the two cars. I smiled slightly. "Would have been hell if my blood was spilt huh?" I asked. His eyes got wider. We were being surrounded by people now, they were all yelling. I grimaced.
"You hit your head pretty hard," he said. He said it so surely, as if he was trying to undo the damage he had caused by acting normal. Humans reacted a certain way towards things. Maybe he was trying to convince me that he wasn't a vampire. No, by what he had just done, I couldn't have deducted he was a vampire yet. He was trying to get me to think he was normal.
"I know, I'll be fine though." I rubbed the bump absentmindedly. "Oh, and you were standing next to me, then you pushed me out of the way," I said, giving him a cover story. "You did not rush across the parking lot at a speed where no human could see you and then move the van with one hand," I smiled showing him that I knew exactly what happened. I heard someone hiss, Rosalie I guessed.
"You hit your head pretty hard" he said again.
"Yup, but that's your fault, I would have jumped but you tackled me first," I told him. He couldn't find away out of this. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he mad, frustrated, or upset? The van was being moved now. We were free.
I tried to avoid the paramedics, but the traitor told him I hit my head. They put a neck brace on me and strapped me the gurney. Nothing, nothing was more embarrassing than that. Nothing!
I managed to slip off my neck brace after they took my x-rays. Tyler was next to me. He was covered in cuts. "Wow," I said when I saw him. "You look horrible,"
"I'm so sorry Nami, I just hit the ice wrong and-"
"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me."
"How did you get out of the way?" he asked confused.
"Edward was standing next to me," I spoke without hesitation.
"Really, I didn't see him," Tyler was confused.
"I'm not surprised, it all happened so fast, I'm really lucky Edward has such great reflexes!" I said happily. Now that he knew that I knew, well knew he could move fast, I was going to do everything in my power to keep him from running away. All I needed was a few moments alone with him to tell him that I knew Aro, that he knew I was human and he planned for me to remain human. I needed to tell him. But why? Why was it important that he stay? He was just a vampire. If I wanted that, I had Cyan, although he wasn't the same kind, he was a vampire. Why was it important that he stay? Did I really want someone intelligent to talk to, to share my secrets with and vice versa? I was so reluctant to talk to him yesterday, so why did I want him now?
"Is she sleeping?" I heard him ask. My eyes opened, they had closed while I was thinking. Edward had walked in.
"Edward, I'm so sorry," Tyler started. He held a hand up to stop him.
"No blood, no foul," he said smiling. An inside joke I guessed. He sat down at the edge of Tyler's bed. "So what's the verdict?" he asked me.
"I'm fine. There's nothing wrong, except the bump you gave me when I hit the ground," I meant to shove the blame on Edward to see how he would react but Tyler started up another round of apologies. Thankfully he was silenced when the doctor came in. Dr. Cullen to be exact.
He was definitely a vampire. He had the same shadows under his eyes, the same chalky white skin, and the same caramel eyes as Edward. I couldn't see where he would distract the nurses though, maybe that was because I was so used to knowing Agito was the only one for me, the only one I would love.
"Miss Mizaki, how are you feeling?" he asked. His voice was smooth, like Edwards, but more comfortable around humans.
"Fine," I told him. He put up my x-rays on the light board.
"Your x-rays look good. Does it still hurt? Edward said you hit your head pretty hard."
"I'm fine." I told him as he touched the bump. It stung a little but I didn't react.
"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he said. I couldn't get much past him could I?
Cyan choose that time to appear in the door way. I saw Edward glare at him. I couldn't figure out why. "The car?" he said dully.
"Not a scratch," I smiled.
"Good," he paused for a second listening to Carlisle fill him in on my slight injury. He looked board by it. No surprise there. Cyan was the one who made sure that I could never be harmed, or at least die. When the doctor was done explaining and said I could go, Cyan looked at me for a second, as if taking in the whole picture. "Sweetness," he said. I heard Edward snarl under his breath, only I heard it though, because Carlisle had moved on to Tyler. "Come." He said. His voice was cold, if you didn't know him. I wondered what Edward though of my nickname. I got off the bed and walked quickly towards Cian. When I was two steps away he turned his back to me and started walking down the halls. I followed him. "You'll have to call Brian," He said.
"You called father?" I said outraged.
"It's in the rules he gave me. Tell him if anything big happens," Cyan said. We passed through the waiting room. Half the school was there. They started asking me questions but Cyan ignored them. He put his hand on my back and just kept walking. He muttered something like 'to many people in this damned town' in Japanese. Cyan removed his hand as soon as we were out of the crowd. I saw Mike heading towards us.
"Nami!" he called. "Are you okay?" he asked stopping a few feet in front of me. Cyan stopped and glared at the boy. Mike seemed to notice this. After I muttered that I was fine, Mike greeted Cyan and held his hand out so he could shake it. Cyan kept his arms folded over his chest.
"I know you're not her boyfriend so why does it feel like you're inferring it?" Cyan asked him. Edward had caught up to us just as Cyan had started speaking. I could hear his muffled laughter.
"Oh, um, I didn't mean to, well I," Mike stuttered. "Why do you think I don't have a chance?" he blurted.
"You're too weak to be her type, not nearly enough blood lust either. Besides, she wasn't sent here to keep me company. She-"
"-was sent here so she would forget that blasted shark, right?" I said. Mike was in shock from the sudden telling off. "It's not working," I told Cyan.
"I know, Sweetness," he said. "Come, I don't like this place." He said sharper. Edward didn't get a chance to talk to me. I wondered if he would go to school tomorrow or if he and his family would move out.
The next day I told everyone about Edward being next to me then pushing me out of the way. I never ventured from this story. When I walked into biology, I greeted Edward. He turned his head slightly towards me then nodded. That's all he did. He didn't say a word to me for the rest of the hour. He didn't even look at me.
It was like that for the rest of the semester. I saw that Mike was pleased that Edward and I weren't talking, but like Cyan said, he would never have a chance. After Several weeks of waiting I had finally got him to set a date on the AT match. February first. I didn't like that. We hadn't set the prizes yet and I knew what he would ask for if he won. I wasn't worried in the slightest though, I was a Queen, and he was a silly little D class.
"So, what are you doing for Christmas break?" he asked. It was three days before we would be let out for the break. He was leaning on the edge of the table before Biology started. Edward had just sat down.
"Cyan and I are going back to Japan for the break," I told him.
"Really?" he asked, a bit of disappointment in his voice behind the false excitement. "What are you going to do?" he asked. I noticed he didn't include Cyan.
"We're going to my father's house. It'll be so great to be back at home, I'll be able to see my friends too," I said excitedly.
"Do you have a lot of friends in Japan?" he asked. I didn't talk about Japan much but I made a slight exception because of my good mood.
"A few, the team of course, and I have a few girl friends too," I said. The bell rang and class started. At the end of class, he said it so quietly that I though I had heard wrong. I looked at him and he muttered it again, he was gone then. Did he really just wish me a Merry Christmas?