OK, this chapter is of Kish's thoughts over the three years he was gone, up until the events of the last chapter. RxR!
It felt so good. The sweet crimson liquid washed easily down my parched throat as I partook in feasting on a human. Her blood carrying large traces of hatred and self-loathing. Thus, the girl's life liquid suited my taste that day.
As I finished with that night's meal, I pulled my elongated fangs from the girl's neck and let her pale blond curls fall to her ivory neck. I had felt much better, and a lot less stressed. It had always seemed that way once I was done feeding on a hooker or prostitute.
"You know, Kish, many humans would find it very uncomfortable for you to be taking away their blood." that voice. It was the same voice that sent chills of hatred down my spine and caused my eyes reason to turn red.
"Kei, go away! If you don't want her blood as well, then there's no reason for you to stay." my voice was cold and flat, the way it always got when I was speaking to my cousin.
"Fine...but you know, the lower class peasants are taking you as a foolish snob, due to your excessive indulgence on the humans." I remember now...back then, Kei was the goody-good of our line.
Looking back, I suppose the tables turned after I left. I, being the prince and only heir to my parents thrown, had thought to do what I wished, with no regard for another. I suppose now, that Kei had followed my example, in order to appease my parents.
I remember now that the conversation had become quite heated then, and I had lost my temper. I had said such things like 'I never wanted to be part of this family in the first place!' and 'I'm the one in line for the heir, so I will do as I please.' I realize fully now, having found love, that what I'd said was pure foolishness on my part, and that if I had listened to him, maybe things wouldn't be so backwards.
The only other thing that I remember about those fleeting three years after I'd run away from the castle, is that I spent my days, as well as my nights, on the curb of a street, picking up and feeding off of innocent, yet rebellious hookers and prostitutes. Of course, once they came to, they would find a handsome amount of money to make up for their loss of blood.
At the very tale end of those grooling three years of very rarely being able to feed, Pai and Taruto, my brothers in blood, came to bring me back to the palace. Though, I did not fight them, nor did I voice a protest. Being on the streets, cold, lonely, hungry, weary, weak...It had broken me, and I swore then to limit my blood intake.
Though, nothing had really changed that much until I met her.
It had been three more years, and I am now seventeen. I'd been out for a leisurely strole through town when it happened. I'd been caught off guard and viciously beaten by two lower class vampires. Truly, it was quite humiliating and demeaning, and all together painful. Though, right as I was on the brink of giving up, having been beaten to the point of semi-consciousness, she came.
From what I'd gathered, a human was near to the ally where they were beating me. Looking back, I realize she wasn't human at all. She had dropped everything she was depending on in order to save me.
What I still don't get though, is how she, a newly budding vampire, could take on such menacing bullies that easily. Could it be that anger and or other strong emotions played a part in it? One thing was for sure though, she was more, much more in fact, than she seemed.
It was about around the time that I caught sight of her entering that God forsaken allyway that my consciousness slipped totally away from my grasp. The last thing that I'd seen had been her fiery locks of crimson hair, and the warmth of her shinning brown pupils as they focused worriedly on me.
Though, by instinct, I'd thought she would come in handy as only a simple meal. I suppose I'd thought wrong. The sweet sent of strawberries and roses that had filled my nose that day as we spoke...It's origin had slyly eluded my mind. That is, it HAD! For, very recently, I'd traced its origin.
Though, as we spoke and I was still unaware of her true heritage, my heart began to throb inside my chest towards her. No matter how hard I tried to keep it from happening, it happened still. I suppose it was a mix of her love and her fragility that had done it, though it might have been love at first sight.
At the very end of my little time with my love, I'd found myself curled next to her, providing her with a key source of warmth that night.
"Good morning, my beautiful kitty. Did you sleep well last night?!" as I watched her stir from her dreamy state of sleep, my heart began to pound quickly upon my ribcage.
"Good morning, Kish. I slept well...Thank you." yawning wearily, I watched as she went to get up, but found it useless.
For lack of a better explanation, I'd wrapped her in layers and layers of blanket for the long drive to the castle. Her father, having been aged by years of worry, had had only one wish...That his daughter was kept safe as he traveled the world. So, I granted him his wish, in return for the care of his most precious angel.
Frankly, I can't understand who would want to trade her to travel the world anyways. But, never the less, I understood that it had been his dream for a while now, and that before he did that, his wish was for someone to care for his baby.
And so, I took Ichigo, and he's probably on some ship headed to Spain. He'd left early, while she slept. He hadn't wanted to see her cry, so he said his goodyes to her sleeping form and parted ways with my carriage.
Alright, this chapter was to simply illustrate what Kish felt upon meeting Ichigo, and to explain what was going through his head those three years he'd been away. Review! God Bless!