"Lucas!"
I shouted. Raising one arm over my head in an excited wave, as I ran toward him. Lucas flared his wings as his toes came into contact with the ground, the moonlight behind him framed his wings, turning them a silvery fire of liquid feathers. His purple eyes shone like two dark amethysts, his smile brightened the stars. He landed gracefully on the ground, and I wrapped my arms around him in a loving embrace. He stroked my hair tenderly.
"Hey, how's everything been?"
Smiling at the voice that flowed from vibrant lips like a river of ecstasy, I told him that things had been going great. Nothing unusual, and definitely no signs of those huntresses. Lucas cupped my face in his velveteen hand, his face had gone from beautiful to radiant.
"Good."
He whispered, leaning his face closer to mine. His eyelids had dropped a little, and I could feel a slow blush creeping its way up my cheeks, making them glow like a neon street sign. Lucas pressed his lips to mine, gently at first, then forcefully. With that same amount of force, I kissed him back, he opened his mouth sliding his wet, warm tongue in and out of my mouth. I felt the light touch of his left hand positioning itself on my right breast. I moaned, deepening the kiss, and moved my hand to his crotch, and began tracing swirling patterns over the denim that hid the key to my darkest desires.
"Yuki! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Our eyes snapped open at about the same time, Lucas removed his hand from my chest, and I took a step back rather guiltily, so now we both turned to face a rather furious version of my adopted father. Headmaster Cross's face wore a benign expression as he stepped calmly forward, each footfall, echoing with a brisk clip, clipping noise. What came next was something completely unexpected from someone as seemingly harmless as my father. When he had stopped directly in front of us, he grabbed Lucas by the collar and hauled him up high over both out heads. The headmaster's eyes glittered like earthen daggers in the cold, blinding light of winter. His teeth were bared in either the snarl of a wild dog, or the grin of a madman. I couldn't tell which, all I knew was that it frightened me.
"Well? You mind telling me what the fuck you were doing to my daughter? Why in the unholy hell she would ever lip lock with scum like you?"
Lucas remained silent, purple eyes simmering with a hatred equal to that of my father's. I stood there right next to him, rooted to the ground, still in shock after the macabre outburst of anger from my father. I heard my father's teeth grind together and winced at the sound.
"Answer me damn you!"
He shook Lucas hard, I cried out. I think I heard the sound of teeth clacking together. Broken from my trance, I raced to my father, trying in vain to pry his hand from Lucas's shirt. Lucas had his head down, ebony hair in his face, it looked as id all the darkness, and shadows had materialized, and placed themselves on top of this gorgeous boy's head. Slowly he lifted his head, I gulped at what I saw, the Headmaster remained unfazed. A smile of bitter cold sat upon my lover's lips, and his eyes! His pupils, which before had been so round and full of love, had been narrowed to cat like slits, and the iris was the same color of a blood crazed vampire.
"Heh. So old man, is this how you want to play? Well then, by all means, let's get started."
"NO!"
With a tremendous effort, I shoved my father away from Lucas, causing him to lose his grip and stumble backward, Lucas landed on the ground with a not so graceful thump. Now that my little chore had been taken care of, I wasn't sure who to go to. Lucas, who might have been suffering from a mild jaw fracture from the force of my adopted father shaking him, or my father because the look on Lucas's face had terrified me. Lucas got up and began brushing himself off, his hair was back to hanging in his face again, so I couldn't see his eyes, and dear god, I didn't want to. Meanwhile, the Headmaster had regained his composure, and I could see that he was going for a verbal attack next. Thinking fast, I got in between the two, punching my wings out for extra distance.
"Please, both of you, stop it. Just stop. Father, you don't even know who this guy is. No need to get so protective. And Lucas! I have no idea what the hell that was, but seriously, don't do it again, you scared the bloody fuck out of me!"
Lucas lifted his head, whatever it was had left him, and he was back to his old self. Father however, would not budge from the issue. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me that level look of a parent which I hate.
"Yuki, I want what's best for you, so why would I catch you doing this?"
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"Um…maybe because she wants to?"
"I didn't ask you whelp."
"Alright, alright. Just play it cool. Cool as a fool dad."
"What the hell did you say?"
"You need a hearing aid old man?"
Before I could even think, I had both my hands wrapped around each of their throats. I could feel an animalistic nature welling up within me, and I was dimly aware of the sprouting of saber teeth.
"Knock it off both of you! I'm fucking serious!"
Lucas's eye grew to the size of dinner plates. I felt a twinge of guilt in scaring him so badly, but damn it! He'd scared me too! I glanced at the Headmaster. He said nothing but I picked up on a thought. It was clear, like a mountain stream, almost as if he'd directed it at me.
Angels are highly dangerous of angered. When pushed beyond breaking point, they each go into a demonic like state. Not pretty.
Growling, I narrowed my eyes.
"You trying to say something?"
The Headmaster looked completely calm. He just stared at me evenly, not a single hint of any emotion in his eyes. Surprising for one who had been ready to kill a few moments ago.
"Let us go Yuki. No more fighting. I promise."
Using all of my willpower, I unclenched my hands, and dropped both of them to the ground. I wiped the back of a hand across my forehead as I felt my claws and teeth recede. Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at both adopted father, and boyfriend.
"Alright. No more fighting, either of you. Seriously."
Father sighed, and Lucas nodded, I wasn't too sure, but I think he was sizing the Headmaster up, almost mentally checking if he could beat him in a fight. The Headmaster turned and began walking away at the same brisk pace that he approached us, when he stopped about halfway back on his original track. He turned to look back at the both of us, eyes now once again transformed into cold, maniacal stoned that could never belong to my father.
"Remember this kid. If I ever catch you getting fresh with Yuki, your death will not come quick."
Lucas simply grinned, and took a nonchalant stance.
"Sound awesome. Look me up any time."
The Headmaster's brows knitted together in rage, but he resumed his walk. When he was out of earshot, I rounded on Lucas.
"You didn't have to egg him on like that!"
"Hey! He was the one who had me by the collar!
"That doesn't make a damn bit of difference! You don't have to have a come back for every single-"
I stopped dead. The air around us had grown leaden. Filled with a foreboding presence that made my blood run cold. Glancing around, I could feel my heartbeat pounding on my ribs.
"Yuki?"
Lucas asked me, cocking his head to one side. Strangely, he was completely unaware of the unseen evil lurking nearby. I wasted no time finding the source of the dark malicious aura, and pointing it out.
"There, beyond the gates. About twenty yards. C'mon!"
I yanked Lucas up into the air with me, and we half soared half ran toward my destination point. I drug Lucas behind a nearby tree, and settled myself to watch the horror unfold in front of me. Meanwhile, Lucas was trying to free himself from my grip, and demanding in a harsh whisper what in all the eight hells was going on.
"Shush! Look over their! Right by that withered oak!"
Lucas's eyes followed my finger, and halted on the spot. In front of the tree lay a dark haired girl in a Night Class uniform, she was unconscious, and scarcely breathing. Holding her, was a black tube-like humanoid thing, that had its probe like fingers buried in her neck. I could see the red tendrils of blood glistening as they traveled up the creature's arm, and disappear further into its body.
"Yes."
It whispered in a voice that trembled on the edge of insanity, a voice that which I was unable to comprehend as anything that god or the devil himself would have been able to create.
"Give me your blood. I need your power, your life. I need it all!"
"Enough!"
I shouted. I had leapt out from behind the tree, and now stood in front of the alien specimen, clenching my fists so tight, the knuckles had turned white. The creature looked up, or at least I think it did. It's hard to tell when it had no face at all, just black.
You are?"
Taking a step forward was difficult, the thing reeked of tombs, and something older, but I'm not sure exactly what. Lucas had come out from hiding as well, only he was keeping a respectful distance away.
"Who I am doesn't matter. Just let the vampire go, there's tons of other common vampires for you to choose from."
Then it laughed. It was the most unbearable sound I've ever heard. How I kept my sanity, I don't know. The laugh sounded like the cawing of thousands of whippoorwills, mixed with freakish inhuman babblings of things only our nightmares dream about.
"Let her go? And why should I? Wait!"
Faster than even my eye could follow, it dropped the Night Class student, and stood directly in front of me. Placing a cold fibrous hand on my neck, it whispered;
"I long for the time of the new moon angel. Then I will have what I desire."
With that, it dissolved into the night, once again screeching that maddening laugh. Standing there, aware of only my breathing, and the last few moments, I let those words play over in my mind.
"I long for the time of the new moon angel. Then I will have what I desire."