"Do you promise to stay with me?"
"Always."
"Wake up, Jaune , wake up." Jaune felt as if was surrounded by water, lifting his head up, out of the water that was enclosing his body from all sides.
Jaune woke with a stat to someone lightly shaking his shoulders. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting in the bright light of his dorm room. Ren backed away staring at Jaune.
"Good, you're up," he said, walking away. Pyrrah sent him a sorry look from her bed. Jaune felt as if his body was on fire, even vain craving the blood he needed. He tried to stand, feeling dizzy.
Pyrrah rushed forward, catching Jaune before he landed face first on the wooden floor.
"Jaune, are you alright?" Nora asked, almost shreeking. Jaune nodded. He wasn't alright, everything was starting to blur together, the room itself was made of giant lights. It was almost like he was under water, looking at the world above him.
"Please, just leave," he asked, his words were starting to slur together. God, he felt as if he was drunk. Though, he didn't think being drunk would hurt this bad.
"Jaune-" Pyrrah started, slowly, as if she was talking to a confused child.
"Please, Pyrrah, this is the best thing you could do for me," Jaune said, hoping she could tell how sorry he was. She set her jaw and walked out. Jaune almost called her back, almost. Ren and Nora quickly followed suit.
Finally he was alone. Jaune half-walked, half-crawled to his case under the bed. He dragged it out, feeling as if it weighted a hundred pounds. He never felt this week before.
Jaune's hands were almost shaking so badly that he couldn't open the case. He managed though. But what he found, well nothing could compare him for it.
Inside was a small note, most likely ripped off of a sheet of paper from class, reading I O U :). Nothing was left, besides the note. Jaune couldn't help it, he wailed.
He couldn't waste anytime pouting, he needed the kitchen. He stood up, feeling his legs shake under him, like a new born coats, and walked to the door, holding the wall for support. The door knob was hard to turn, but after a few tries, Jaune got it. Outside was a busy, bumbling mess.
People stared at Jaune was he went past, whispering and pointed to their friends. Jaune felt his cheeks go red. He could just attack one of them. It would be so easy. Just jump on them, bite them, and there, so much warm, fresh blood. He could almost feel the warm, sweet blood as it filled his mouth. He could almost feel the body go cold under his touch, watching it go pale, as blood ran down his chin.
It was felt so real. Jaune was convessed it wasn't, until he looked down and saw the student under him, lying with her face in her own blood, which was pouring freely from the large gash in her wrist.
Jaune stared wide eyed at the girl in front of him, who was trying to say something, but couldn't. Jaune didn't think she had the stegth to.
"Someone get the nurse!" a person yelled, Jaune didn't look up. He didn't even look as someone grabbed his collar, yanking up, not even as it tighten so hard that he couldn't breath.
"Look at her," a kid screamed. Jaune didn't know his name, here never seen him in his life. The kid, his eyes bloodshot, threw Jaune against the wall, hard enough that his head made a dent in the drywood.
"She's dead because of you, you!" he said, coming towards Jaune, who was lying on the floor, his head was dizzy, but this time, not from the lack of dead.
"She's not dead," Jammed whispered, he could talk any louder. He knew she was dead though. She lost to much blood, she was too pale to possibly be alive.
The kid was crying, whoever it was, she was important to him. Maybe a partner in combat, a girlfriend, or both. Hanna felt a pain in his heart unlike none he had ever felt before.
He swiped the back of his hand against his mouth. When he pulled it back, it was bright red, matching the color in a puddle on the carpet. Jaune turned and wrench, there was nothing left in his stomach. That didn't matter, he felt his stomach contrast again and again, determined to rid itself of the non-existed food.
When his stomach settled, Jaune leaned against the wall, suprised to find he was consumed with guilt. He always wonder what it would be like to take a human life. He never thought it might actually happen.
The nurse came rushing down the hall, a kid ahead of her, showing where to go. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the pool of blood starting to soak in the carpet, the deathly pale girl lying dead, blood staining her right forearm. The metalic smell of blood filled the air.
She leaned against the wall, a deer in headlights kind of look on her face.
"She's dead," the nurse said, as if it wasn't clear already. "Who did this?" She demanded, not yet setting her eyes on Jaune, who was looking, still, at the girl.
"He did," someone said, pointing to Jaune. Jaune looked up and locked eyes with the nurse, staring at the horror apparent in her eys. He looked around at the crowd, and saw his friends and teammates. He looked at Ruby, who turned away. He could see tears rolling off her cheeks and hitting the floor.
He wondered how much see saw. He hoped and prayed to whoever would listen that she hadn't.
He felt someone pull him up to his feet. Jaune looked up and saw it was the nurse.
"You," she hissed in his ear. "You should go to hell."
"So everyone keeps telling me," he said, his voice raspy. She made a noise showing her disgust and walked him down the hall, her nail digging her nails into his back.
"I knew her," the nurse said, curving her long nails, scratching Jaune's back. He held back a sound of pain.
"I'm sorry," Jaune said.
"Shut up," she hissed.
"I didn't mean to-"
"I said shut up," she pratically yelled. Jaune's heart thumped wildly in his chest, like a bass drum. He was very sire the nurse could hear it. It never occured to Jaune to wonder wonder where they were going. Or if he was ever going to return.
Jaune thought of Ruby, how she looked when he last saw her. He felt his eyes start burning with tears that where about to spill over. Every supressed emotion he was holding back was starting to come to the surface. It just wasn't far.
At the end of the hall they were walking down was a door. The nurse led him to the end of it. A million theories danced in his head of what could be behind there.
"It ends here," she said, taking hold of the door knob and slowly pushing it open.
Jaune looked inside and gasped.
