The Short Second Life Of A Level E

by DeathGod980

Hatred, Pain, Disgust. The escence of a true level E. We're killers, natural born killers. But, so are those first class purebloods you care so much about. We're not angels, and we ARE evil, but there is more to us. Alot more.

8. See as they see

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP!

Crash!

Opps. I thought, as i looked up from my pillow. There goes another alarm clock.

I picked up the smashed remains and chucked it into the bin, where the other dozen or so alarm clocks rested in peace.

I grogily removed my mouth from the pillow that I was sinking my teeth into. I'd had a good dream, I was hunting and had bagged a couple humans.

Who knew sleeping in a bed was so good? All this time on the streets, I was missing out...

Rima and Ruka were going to be here soon. Kaname said we had to go on some ritual called "Shopping," cos I didn't have any clothes really but the ones I'd aquired recently, and the stolen bloodstained ones I'd had on my back when I'd come in.

I chucked on the BITE ME shirt and the pair of jeans, and ran a hand through my messy hair.

Done.

"Farren?" came a whisper at the door.

"Yep yep." I called, opening it and stepping outside.

Ruka looked at me through slitted eyes, like she was partially wary of me for some reason.

I grinned.

She should be.

Heading out of the school gates, I felt my head clear, and I became more alert.

Is this what hunting is like for Nobles?

I was in complete control. No sudden urge to suddenly rip apart Rima and Ruka's necks, but I was having the urge to drink something.

But I shouldn't be in hunting mode, I silently told myself. I should be in girlish shopping mode.

"Oh my fukkin God." I stopped dead.

"What?" Ruka was alarmed.

"They have Maime clothing in Japan?" My eyebrows shot up. I remember this shop. My most favourite place to shop when I was a human. (A/N: For u newbs who don't know what MAIME clothing is, they're incredibly awesum clothes. Google it and check it out. and i made it up. I'm pretty sure Maime isn't in Japan... I could be wrong tho.)

Rima gave a small smile.

I was already across the street at the front of the shop, the billion yen Kaname had given me in my pocket.

Hmm... I could get used to this.

On our way home, Rima Ruka and I had 50 bags between us.

Now I see why they keep so many clothes.

I was starting to see like they see.

And not as much like a level E.