Nagato? Nagato?

My voice creaked like a rusted old gate as I let out that pitiful response. I'd already suffered enough. Why the Hell did this have to happen? I mean if that sparkling little fairy was sent out to attack me I'm quite sure I could survive. In fact I could probably beat him.

But Nagato? I don't have a chance! I mean sure walking up and down that hill to school each day has made my leg muscles stronger but even with that there isn't much hope in running from Nagato. She's a machine. I've never seen her worn out, never seen her give up. She doesn't suffer from the human weaknesses of laziness and exhaustion. She just keeps on going, doing whatever that Data Integration Thought Entity thingy tells her to do. I bet it's telling her to stop right now, but a command from Haruhi is unbreakable, I know, I've tried.

There aren't any mirrors around here but I'm sure a quick glance would reveal my face drained of colour, whiter than a sheet or a KKK Kostume. I know I spelled that wrong, but for God's sake (Shut up Haruhi!) I'm shaking so much it's a wonder I'm still standing.

I'm surprised my bladder hasn't leaked at this point either, especially when Nagato took a tentative step forward. She was slightly unsure of herself, but like a zombie she advanced upon me. Seeing the doll-faced little book-worm drenched in blood is unimaginably terrifying. I could describe it with my fancy linguistic skills but even so it would pale in comparison to the image I saw.

This was death incarnate. I keep on expecting a scythe to pop up out of nowhere. Thankfully she's still bare handed, but I still doubt I'm going to make it far.

Nonetheless, I turn to run and sure enough I get a decent head-start, bolting far ahead of the stunned pack of fools behind me. I almost delude myself into believing I can escape. But then I slam into a solid wall of...Well nothing really.

An invisible wall, like the one that surrounds closed space, sealing everyone and everything inside. But the barrier can't possibly be so close! We were moving around this hall just a little earlier! Unless-

"I have manipulated the data for this closed space and contained it within this hall. There is nowhere to run."

Memories of Miss Asakura's psychotic episode flash through my mind. Back then it was Nagato who saved me, who literally took a bullet for me. Now she's the one trying to kill me! Does nobody else realise how wrong this is?

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Oh right...No-one else knows...It's my dark little secret, among others but I'll never tell you those. I'll keep them locked away to my grave, which isn't too hard considering I'll probably be dead in about ten seconds.

Now it may sound like I've resolved myself to death, but no. I'm so terrified that I squeal like a little girl and throw myself into the club-room. The door resisted, bouncing me back like a ping pong ball. I rolled like said ping pong ball until I slammed the back of my head into the wall opposite. The door hadn't even budged and now I was tired and in so much pain I could have broken down into an emotional wreck and sobbed like a five year old girl.

I didn't though. It may not seem that way, especially after what just happened but I do have some slim sense of dignity. But dignity is no shield against a vampiric Nagato. She's towering above me now, quite ironic because she is a lot smaller than me. She reaches out and her freezing hands make contact with my neck.

Now there are tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm going to die in shame. How wonderful. I savagely beat my fists against her, albeit feeling guilty while doing so because I never thought I'd ever hit a girl (Except for Haruhi but to be honest she doesn't really count because...Well it would have been justified! Don't judge me!)

Nagato's eyes are so hollow and soulless I swear they were just painted on. She doesn't appear at all concerned about ending my life. She just looks the same. She still acts the same. Silently she lifts me up until I'm eve-level with her. She cocks her head almost quizzically, then she opens her mouth.

Usually she speaks like a well-trained ventriloquist, without so much as the slightest twitch of the mouth. But this time I can actually see her teeth, see a definitive gap between her lips. I see fangs but I can't tell whether they are new additions or they've always been there since I've never seen Nagato's mouth open any wider than the size of a 1 yen coin. She could have had fangs since birth, who knows? Either way she has fangs and she's leaning towards me and-

I want to scream, like really scream. Cry so damn loud that the world outside this closed space can hear me. I take a deep breath but the moment Nagato's lips press against my throat all that air wheezes out as if from a slashed tyre. Her teeth gently prod my skin and for a moment it kind of tickles. Then they break the skin. I feel her tiny little fangs (Which would have been cute on an anime character) sink through my throat as if it were sculpted out of butter. My body won't move, my arms hang limp by my side. The pain is immense, but rather than scream, a weak whimpering sound is all that escapes me.

I crane my neck over to stare at Haruhi. She's even more terrified than I am. Her eyes are watering, her knees and knocking together and her already pale hue has gone at least ten shades lighter. Mikuru has gone out like a light bulb and for once Koizumi isn't smiling. His stunned face is even more unsettling than his smile but at least he cares...

As for that Edward...He's pale. Well actually pale, not like the overdosed coating of self-raising flour caked to his skin. He looks sick, he might even throw up. What kind of vampire gets nauseous when he watches another of his kind feed? He really is pathetic.

Oh...I'm escaping reality once more. I guess even in my death throes I can't stop it. My coping mechanism has always been my wandering thoughts but now it's gotten me nowhere. The pain is still there, still gnawing away at the very fabric of my being. I'm becoming delusional now, getting all poetic and philosophical like a cancer patient on their death bed.

Nagato doesn't make a sound as she gulps down my blood. She doesn't even stop to breath or take a break, she just keeps chugging it down as if this was a drinking game at a frat house. Her eyes are still wide open. I become lost in them when I return my attention back to her. Her gaze is hypnotic, mesmerising. I almost feel some kind of deep-seated longing for the odd little alien, but then I feel dizzy.

I can't support my own weight anymore and so I collapse, but Nagato lets me down gently. I feel weightless. Just how much blood has she drained from me?

I glance one more time at Haruhi and I can't help but place the blame on her head. I know she's worried about me, terrified even...But with my last breaths I want to get something off my chest and screw the entire world! I don't care if it causes the apocalypse. I don't care if the entire world collapses or exploded or implodes or whatever. I need to tell Haruhi...

"YOU DID THIS HARUHI!"

Her expression then, sickens me. Not because of the wide, glistening puppy eyes or the way her hair so elegantly flows around her perfectly rounded cheeks. Not even because of the open mouth frown at her disbelief. No, I'm disgusted with myself for blaming that beautiful young girl for all of my life's problems...

"KYON!"

The trance of shock seems to have worn off now and the Brigade leader moves so fast she could outrun a bolt of lightning. She barrels into Yuki with the force of a bullet train at full speed and together they go tumbling across the hall and into the invisible wall.

I would have taken the chance to get up and run but...I feel like I'm already dead.

I hear shouting and pounding footsteps and then...Then I see the face of God, and in my wasted, delusional state, I can't help but think to myself...

God's pretty...But I reckon God would still look better with a ponytail...