Chapter 7: Visions!

At any other time, the girl would have been positively over-ecstatic to see her best friend, even if he was lying crippled in the arms of a vampire that had knocked him out for unknown reasons, but right now, the only feeling she felt was pity. The boy never seemed to realise that he too was a player just like she was in this mystery that seemed to be literally swirling around the story of the vampires. There was most definitely something that Dark was keeping hidden from her, even in his thoughts but she didn't feel like pestering him into telling, even if it was a subject that remained only within their minds. If the vampire knew what she was thinking however, he showed no sign of it. Something hadn't been right with him though since he had come back from what looked like was a hunt.

Occasionally the vampire would sit and watch the boy as his chest rose up and down slowly, powerfully, like that of an heir to a particularly powerful hunter. She had always wondered how Daisuke was often faster than anyone else on the Physical Education Committee. A deep, dark sigh escaped lips creased beyond perfection as a fang slid into view. For a while now, Riku had been watching the whole scene, waiting for the boy with amber hair to wake from his deep and unexpected rest. Irises of pure violet turned to the door where she lay slumped against the wall opposite. A sensual feeling seemed to overcome her, a moan waiting to erupt from her mouth as it continued. This feeling was indeed possibly to hard for her to describe. The only thing she could say about it was that she had never felt anything like it before.

This continued for a few minutes more. Invisible hands wrapped themselves gently around her hips, massaging them as tiny gasps erupted from her mouth before they finally stopped, only to be replaced be the real thing as she felt the vampire press her against the wall slightly, lips of ivory silk wrapping around rose petals as her senses began to spin out of control from the kiss. Moans escaped from each, the kiss becoming like that of morphine. More moans escaped from her lips she felt his kisses trail softly, slowly like the smooth pleasure of petals upon delicate flesh. The sensual feeling of satin ran through her fingers as they profusely defiled the long, violet locks of her vampire lover before he trailed slowly back up to her mouth, leaving her with another passionate kiss, before going to check up on the boy.

Every trembled, like a natural high that had blossomed over her mind, taking in all of her senses until she was at it's mercy. Walking away from the room, she could feel Dark's grin from a mile off. Before walking into the front room, she turned to see a streak of violet disappear back into the room that Daisuke was sleeping in, completely oblivious to what had actually happened. She couldn't help but smile at this, its devilishness growing to a point where she simply had to turn her attention to something else to stop. Happiness seemed to overcome her. It felt so intoxicating that she very nearly sung out the lyrics to the song Pretty by Kidney Thieves. That was her favourite song, the only one that seemed to go back a lot on what had actually happened to her. It was also the one that Risa had requested to be played at her funeral.

A few tears came to her eyes as she remembered how her sister would always sing it as they both went shopping on the bus. Usually the whole bus would chorus in with her, making Riku laugh as her sister always pretended to have a microphone with her. Riku always believed that it was Risa who was the one who could sing, not her yet the first one out of the two twins that was signed up to become a one off singer for the school was Riku, not Risa which really surprised her. Risa offered to support her as her backing vocalist as they each managed to get up on stage after the occasional sense of butterflies that kept making Riku feel like she wanted to turn tail and flee. And the surprises kept on coming. The crowd of parents that had gathered to watch the whole award ceremony was in simple awe as the lyrics of Pretty coursed up through the atmosphere, the sound coming from the frightened girl on stage who quickly got into her current circumstances, knowing that she was going anywhere else whilst this was happening.

A blush formed on her face as she heard the lyrics suddenly coursing out of her mouth, hoping that no one was watching or listening to her as she sat upon the dark, leather sofa, tears forming at the memory of her sister. In one moment, she completely let herself go to the lyrics, ignoring the tears that poured forth and tried to distort her voice beyond recognition. Her fragile weakness was beginning to ebb to the surface of her mind, yet she did not let it win. It had now become a fight to last throughout the whole song before the tears could take her over. The song ended, yet she did not. Running into one of the many bathrooms, she stopped before the mirror, feeling disgusted at what she saw. Instead of seeing a girl with a pretty smile on her face, she only saw the remainder of someone who was far too fragile to be of any use so far.

Filling the sink with cold water, she began to splash her face with it to reduce the puffiness around her eyes, before she finally looked like what she once did, except without the smile. They said that singing was a way to release emotions, yet she felt like she had released far too much for her own good. Rubbing at her face with a towel to prevent the skin from chapping dangerously, she took one more look before releasing all the water. Turning towards the shower, she removed her clothing and placed it all in a pile before turning on the taps and stepping into the slowly warming shower. Picking up a sponge, she held up a bottle of shower gel before rubbing it slowly against her body as she attempted to make herself clean.

Feelings of the past often crept up on her at times like this and the only way she could really release it all was to have a nice, relaxing shower, even if it was in the apartment of a vampire. When she had met him, she never thought about running away, didn't really want to. She wasn't like any of the girls that she had known in her class, including Ritsuko who always seemed slightly hyped up over ridiculous things. A look of pure concentration came over here as she managed to recall each face that she could remember from her class. Risa and her had left school at the same time, but Riku wanted to continue onto college even when her sister had fallen ill. What didn't seem to help with the decision though were her grandmother's continuous interferences within their lives.

Even though she always helped out the old lady whenever she could, Riku wasn't that close to her grandmother, neither was Risa! The old lady had an annoying habit of trying to get her involved with other peoples business. Nosy-ness wasn't a very respectable trait in her family, mainly because her grandmother was possibly the only one who could recall everything she saw outside of her window. That was the only conversation that her grandmother would give to people, what she had seen outside her window that day. Some of it was far too disgusting to be saying to other people. The old lady should have known better by now. After all, she was seventy-eight years of age. No one in the family seemed that close to her except for her grandfather.

Rubbing shampoo into her sopping wet mane, she allowed the waters to drink in all of her thoughts, its organic properties reviving her before another shot of pain erupted from her skull, causing her to collide with the floor. Before she fell limp to the pain inside her skull, she could see something, someone running away before white wings enveloped her, bringing on another stab of pain.

"Dark…" She said before she finally gave into the darkness that surrounded her vision.

Her lips tasted like cherries, the sweetest hanging onto his taste buds, even when he had closed his eyes to try and pin point the current whereabouts of Krad. Then the softest sound reached his ears, the sound of someone singing heart fully with all of the power within their voice. Pressing a ear to the door so as not to leave the boy alone, he felt himself slump slightly, the ice that still encased his dead heart finally melting as the singing grew more powerful until he could feel blood tears pouring from his eyes. Never in all of his years of living a life of immortality had he heard such singing. All aspects of concentration turned to the meaning of each lyric before he realised who was actually singing. Opening the door slightly, he listened as Riku's powerful little voice lifted his dark, brooding spirits.
That was when the sound of crying and a door shutting seemed to bring him back to the world that his spirit seemed to temporarily leave. His emotion radar picked up on more grief. It seemed that Riku hadn't quite let go of her twin Risa. He had picked up on the story once accidentally while she was asleep. The story itself of the Harada twins brought tears to his eyes.

"Once upon a time I was far to cocky for my own good…now look at me!" He seemed to address no one, the syllables of each word unclear now ever to him. No one heard him speak these words, not even the boy who still lay within an unconscious state. He began to fear that he had hit the boy far too hard for his mind to comprehend; yet the sudden movement in the boy's hand told him likewise.

Not long, he thought before the boys eyes shot open, giving him a start. What didn't seem to help was that the boy had also grabbed the vampire's hand, sending a vision subconsciously. What he saw through the boy was disturbing.

Riku was running through a garden fall of flowers that had seen the better of days. Fear was plastered all over her once pretty face yet what she was running away from was still unclear. Watching her as if he was there, he couldn't help but notice the sudden hint of white that seemed to envelop the sky before a shower of white feathers descended upon them both.

Brilliant irises shot up to meet amber as the boy looked down at him questioningly. It seemed that the boy had recognised him, yet he still looked confused. That was when the faintest thud, followed by the quiet utterance of his name reached his ears. Ignoring it for the moment, he managed to reassure himself of where he was and what the boys name was before telling him to stay put. The boy seemed confused at the vampire's reaction as if he already knew what it was. In fact, what seemed to confirm his suspicions of this was that the boy disobeyed the order and followed him anyway. A sigh escaped his lips, before his senses alerted him of what it was. Kicking the door down, he rushed into the steam-filled bathroom, picking up the unconscious girl and covering her to shield her nakedness from the boy who hadn't noticed.

"Riku…"

Authors notes: Starting to get longer, yay! Anyway, so far this has been my favourite chapter to write out and yes, I was listening to the song "Pretty" at the time. If you haven't heard it before, I suggest you listen to it, it is really good...
Anyway, how long do you think this story should be? Because I really don't know myself...