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I realized I better clarify this: I don't own Vampire Knight. If I did, you'd've met them by now. I only own the plot for the fan fiction, Ayane and Makoto/Michael, and her treacherous family.
(Michael) [Cause I knew you needed it]
Mom was late coming in from school. "Where were you?" I asked. Her bluntness was one of the many qualities I acquired through genetics.
She gave me a tired look. 'She ran.' A voice informed me. "I was meeting some of the other students." She combed my hair with her fingers.
"I miss Snuffleupagus." I lamented, thinking of my stuffed dog. He died in the fire, and it was hard sleeping without him.
Mom gave me a sad smile. "I couldn't rescue him in time." She kissed my head. "I promise I'll get you a new Snuffleupagus." Mom put her hand on her heart and saluted me. Her way of forming a vow.
"So what did you learn today?"
"I read from Machiavelli's "The Prince" in history today." She said with a goofy grin. "Wanna help me with my essay of it, you smarty-pants?"
I nodded and clammered into my chair by the table. Her brown hair tumbled like a waterfall onto her shoulders and I couldn't help but to reach out and touch it. I rubbed a few strands in between my index finger and thumb.
She handed me a piece of paper. It was titled "The Prince," and I quickly scanned it over. "What I'm getting is that Mr. Machiavelli believed that a ruler should have the love and admiration of his people and that he should control the fear of his enemies. Without one, he will lose his power and be no better than a lump of stone on a fancy chair."
Mom gave me a weird look, like she'd forgotten I could read. I may have been only a few months shy of four, but that's another thing I got from Mom: heightened abilities. I enjoyed learning new things, because I knew when we went home again I'd just skip through the grades. Unfortunately, I got my father's ash colored hair and his attitude when I was mad.
Mom wrote my thesis on a piece of paper. "That's a nice thesis." She joked. The world outside the window became very dark. "Bedtime, kid." Mom ordered.
"I don't even have jammies to change into." I whined. She gave me the look. You know, the one like 'I don't want an argument' look. "I wanna go for a walk."
Her hand dented our table. "If anyone sees you, we could get sent away." She explained for the umpteenth time.
"I'll be super careful!" I bargained with my begging eyes staring into her gunmetal blue ones.
She groaned. "I'll be following where no one can see me, so stay near the trees." I was so excited! She caved!
I bursted out the doors, down the hall and out into the darkness of the night. The cool grass froze my bare feet, but it felt so much better than the hardwood floor inside the dorm. I ran along the trees, so happy to be free.
I ran to a gorgeous fountain, with its water shooting up in a double-layered geyser. The water was so cold and crisp against my lips. The full moon was reflected into the clear water, bringing an air of peace to my little world.
A tingling on the back of my neck made me turn. A man stood there, with blonde hair and glowing red eyes. "My mommy told me what you are." I said in a dangerous tone. "You won't hurt us, vampire." My threat probably sounded like a joke to this thing, but I couldn't care less.
The beast glared at me. I stood my ground bravely. 'Mommy will protect me.' I reassured my decision to face this demon. "If you bite me or my mom, I will personally take the Moon Blades to your throat." I'd heard my mom say that to others of this monster's kind. Of course, she was talking about me.
Another sound entered the tense area: fast movement. "She's coming." I said in a singsong voice.
Mom fell in front of me, the white daggers in her hands glowing furiously. The wind revealed one of her many bite marks on the right side of her neck. "Don't you dare touch him." She snarled at the vampire.
The vampire snarled, but fled from her presence. Mom placed the weapons in her boots and turned to me. Her blue eyes shone gold, like other wolves we'd met on our journey. "Come on, Makoto." She grabbed my hand and briskly walked me back to the dorm room.
"I'm really sorry, mommy." I apologized. She gave me a puzzled look. "Why?" She inquired once we were in the safety of our room. "I should've ran away from the vampire, not confront it."
She knelt in front of me. "All that matters is that you weren't bitten." She drew me into a gentle hug. I buried my face in her sweet cinnamon smelling shirt. "Common, baby." She lifted me off the ground and finished our walk with me in her arms.
"Do you want a lullaby or a story tonight?" Mom asked as she fitted me in my temporary pajamas. It was just a pillow case with holes for my head and arms, but it had her cinnamon scent of it and it made it worth it.
"A lullaby!" I whisper-cried.
"Tried to take it all away,
Learn her freedom... just inside a day,
And find her soul to find their fears are laid...
Tried to make her love their own,
They took her love... they left her there,
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own…" I recognized this. She'd play it for me when I was a baby.
"Gold and silver rings and stones,
Dances slowly off the moon,
No one else could know, she stands alone...
Sleeping dreams will reach for her,
She can not say the words they need,
She knows she's alone and she is free…" My eyes drooped at her honeyed voice as she sang. The calming sound made me yearn for home, back in California.
"Ocean Gypsy of the moon,
The sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold...
Ocean Gypsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold…" I couldn't stay awake any longer, and I joined the legion of the sleeping. I felt Mom's warm body curl up beside me, bringing a calming nature all her own. What she didn't know was I could hear her crying softly.
I'd kill my father for hurting her, then I'd make the vampires who bit her pay dearly.
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