Chapter 8- Beautiful Nightmare
Nightmares consume my being. I am a vampire, a Level E. I want blood, my throat scorches with a knawling thirst. I'm following a familiar scent through an alleyway. My mouth waters and my stomach clenches in premonition of the thick liquid cascading down my throat. I wanted to rip their thorat open with my razor sharp canines. I wanted to suck them dry until there was not one drop left by me. I ran through mindless alleyways like a maze. My adrenaline pumped but that just insinuated my thirst for the blood. My mouth watered. Suddenly I come to a dead end. I turn around to head back the way I came when I hear someone call me. I turn to found her crouched to the ground in the corner, her back to me. She's wearing her white night gown and I can see her hugging her knees to her body. Then she spoke. She asks me something that plagues me every second of everyday since the day she had vanished.
'Why didn't you save me Zero?'
She slowly lifts her face and turns to me. There are no features. Blood courses down her face like river paths. Her hair is plastered in clumps to her body, her night gown has a small spot of blood that expands and soon soaks her entire dress. I run to her, my thirst gone, I am human again. Just as my hands reach her, I wake up with a start breathing heavily, almost gasping. Sweat covers my body and a heavy feeling settles in my stomach. I lay back down and try my hardest to forget the images in my mind. The after-affects of my dream. my heart beats loudly and I try to control the over-riding grief inside of me. The sun is already up so I get out of my bed. I unpacked a pair of jeans and a shirt and take a shower. The hot water loosens the muscles on my body. After I'm done, I wear my trench-coat that holds the Bloody Rose and walk around town. People loiter about, children run with their dogs and people call out for a sale on watermelons. I see an old couple outside the display of fruits. I approach them. They're in their 60's with grey hair and wrinkled yet kind faces. I ask them about the castles.
'There's about four of them. They're located in random areas,' the man says, turning around to face me.
'Can you tell me about them?'
'Well they're all about an hour drive from the other, they keep getting further and further from each location. The first is Witcher castle, owned by a Mr. Takaomi, the second is Dawn Brook, owned by Mr. Saeki. The next is Windsor castle, owned by Mrs. Sakura, and the last is Forwick castle owned by Mr. Kakimoto.'
I thanked them. The hope that had started to built up since the day Kaname gave me his information didn't diminish because I knew that the vampire Usui wouldn't be able to hide for a year if a whole town knew he owned a castle. He had to be secretive about it. I headed home, by this time, it was mid-day. I called a taxi to take me to Dawn Brook castle. It takes about 2 hours to get there. It's a huge castle made of brown bricks and surrounded mostly by forests and grasslands. Again I can't stop the anticipation leaking into my every nerve ending and I try to remain calm about the situation. A man opens the door and I ask for Usui Takemura, they tell me they don't know anyone from that name, I thank them and return to the taxi. If I didn't find her I would have to go inside each castle and search every room myself until I did. Even then if I didn't, I wasn't giving up. I would keep searching until the end. I would keep looking. It's twilight when we reach the next stop, Windsor castle. It's big and stretches through the forested land. There is a large pond in the middle, the black gates are open and the taxi takes me to the front. I get out and make my way to the door. I knock but the it doesn't open for about a minute, I knock on it again, a little louder this time. I didn't have time for this. I hear the creak of the door and wait for it to fully open. A girl stand there, looking at me with large brown eyes. My heart stops and I stare at her. My world freezes and all I see is her, my life has disappeared, my mind goes blank, I can't move. I can't even hear the thumping of my heart. Only hers. Its been a year and that I haven't seen her beautiful face, a year I haven't touched her, a year I haven't held her. I can't move, I'm stock still. I don't notice I'm not breathing.
'Yuki.'