Just a reminder that I don't reread this. If I don't get it done quickly I won't finish the story and I already have an idea as to where this is going to go so please bare with the spelling errors, kay?

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"You're living here?" She sent a glare his way as she threw her bag onto the couch. Zelman was kind enough to carry the actual suit case (really he just wanted to know where she was going to live and she knew it) but the other bag she had was only slightly less heavy. She looked around, taking in her knew home.

"Hey if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all."

"I never have anything nice to say." This wasn't exactly far from the truth.

"Then maybe you should stop talking." Her brow was twitching. She was starting to wish she had just carried the damn suitcase herself. This guy was so annoying. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? He was such a pain in the ass.

"You and I both know that's impossible. So where do you want this?" He motioned for the suitcase he was carrying with ease. She sighed and took a look around. The whole place was rather small but she liked it. The walls were white and there was a counter that seperated the kitchen from the living room. The couches she had were an icky green color and she was sort of wondering whether or not it may have been white or yellow originally. There was a hall right next to the door on their right that led to the bedroom, closet and bathroom. She like it here. It was cozy. She pointed to the bedroom at the end of the hall and he followed without any hesitation.

He dropped her bag without much regard for what she might have in it, and at that moment she was glad she was carrying the glass chess set. He gave the room a look with a critical eye. He wasn't very happy about this; not even in the slightest. But she was happy. She wasn't happy despite the fact that she was leaving him, she was happy because of the fact that she was leaving him.

"I'm going to paint it." He glanced at her. "I can't wait. I'm glad the walls are all white. It'll make it easier. I don't know entirely what I want to paint it, but I want it to have a theme. I bet it'll look kool when I'm done if I do it right. It's going to be a big project. You wanna help?"

Hearing how happy she sounded made him want to be happy too. He wanted to help her make this place look like she wanted it to. He wanted to do whatever it took to get her what she wanted, but he didn't want to. He wanted to say yes, but he wanted to say no. He wanted to stay apart of her life, but now he was starting to wish he was never apart of it in the beginning.

"No," he said firmly. "I have other things to do." She looked back at him and sighed.

"Then don't let me keep you." She turned him around and shooed him out of the room. She shut the door behind him and locked it. She hated him sometimes. She hated how he didn't get it. He didn't understand anything and she hated it. No matter how hard she tried, or how sure she was that he was finally improving, he would just show that he was the same heartless bastard he had always been.

Even when she was younger he wasn't especially good and acting like he cared. In fact, he didn't even bother. He took care of her, and played along but she really was only an item to him. She was an expensive item that he wanted to take good care of, but only an item. He had even pushed the envelope further last night. He kept trying to get closer and closer to her, but not in the way that she wanted and she was becoming so desperate for his attention that she was losing sight of her own morals. This wasn't fair to her, but he didn't care. Something told her he wasn't even aware of it either.

On the other side of the door Zelman was looking at the box he held in his hand. What was he supposed to do? In hind sight, he was realizing that what he said may not have been the best of things, but he was getting so frustrated being around her that he decided it just wasn't worth the effort.

He took the box to the kitchen and left it there. She'd find it eventually.

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Zelman had been excessively bitter this past week. He and Alexandra hadn't talked once since she had left. He didn't know why and it pissed him off, but Sayuka knew why. Her officially training started the day right after her birthday. Knowing how the system worked, she would be too busy to do anything for the next month. She wanted to tell Zelman and make sure he didn't lose it, like she constantly feared he would, but she also wanted Zelman to come to the understanding that Alexandra was really nothing special, or at least that he could manage just fine without her.

It was a saturday and Sayuka was doing her normal rounds. It was around this time that Sayuka got a call from Jinnai.

"Hello, Miss Shirinome?" Jinnai's voice came through the speaker.

"Yes?"

"I'd just like to verify that Miss Alexandra Clock is with you or Zelman. She had not attended training today and I could not reach her on her cell phone. She also was not at her home." Sayuka felt a lump rise into her throat. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

"She isn't with us as far as I know. Is there a possibility that she went out and forgot her phone?" Sayuka was grasping at straws here. There really was a slim chance that she actually forgot her phone. Zelman had her trained to have it on her at all times, and she doubted that the girl shook the habit yet. There was also a slim chance she was willing to throw everything she was working for down the drain.

"Her cellphone was not at her apartment. She also didn't make it to yesterday's practice." Sayuka knew this was bad. She began making her way to Zelman's room. It was midday and he was probably still sleeping but he would want to know this.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" There was silence on the other end.

"I can't think of anything you could do." By that, he meant she was a red blood and there was a slim chance that she would actually be capable in aiding in the search. She didn't mind very much, but she still needed to offer, in the spirit of being polite.

"I see," She mumbled. "I'll inform Lord Zelman immediately. I'll call if we find anything."

"As will I." Then the line went dead. Now, how was she supposed to tell Zelman that his little brat was missing? He wasn't in the best of moods, and to make matters worse, he hadn't fed since the day she left. This wasn't going to end well no matter what she did or how she said it. Long story short, she was screwed, and not in a good way.

She made it to his room and stood before the door, the only thing keeping her from her impending doom. She raised her fist but before she had a chance to knock, the door swung open. Zelman was in his boxers, giving Sayuka a tired look. His lip pulled up into a smirk as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room and shut the door.

He pulled her flush against his body, one hand on the small of her back the other took her hand and held it. He brought her close and lowered his mouth to her neck. He hadn't eaten much the past couple of days and he wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her soft flesh, but Sayuka was pushing his away with her free hand.

Sayuka normally would have no objections, but she was far too scared of death right now to be turned on. She had to tell him and then run for dear life. Before she had a chance to think through how to let him down gently, she blurted it out.

"Alexandra is missing." His whole body went rigid. His grip on her hand tightened and she began to worry that he was going to break it.

"What do you mean 'missing?'"His voice was so low and deadly that she shivered. She tried pulling away but he wouldn't take that. He pushed her against the wall with a force that knocked the wind out of her. "Sayuka?"

"Jinnai called. She isn't home and she won't answer her phone. She also hasn't shown up to training for the past two days. I don't know where she is. Do you?" He growled.

"Do I look like I know?" He left her body and went to pull on appropriate clothing. He was hissing and mumbling to himself as he tried to figure out where she may be. Where would she go? Obviously no where with someone else. Maybe her phone had been turned off? Or it died? Where could she be?

"If someone hurt her, they will suffer. I swear." Sayuka wished she had a zipper on her mouth.

"But you've hurt her." She momentarily wished she could burst into flames. Then she realized that waws a very real possibility.

"What did you say?" Sayuka really needed to keep her mouth shut. But then she realized why she said it in the first place. She thought of Zelman and even Alexandra as friends in an odd way. Maybe even friends was a bit much, but she did care enough to make sure that Zelman understood this one little detail, even if it meant she would get the short end of the stick.

"You've hurt her. Everytime you deny her something you hurt her. Everytime you say that she's yours you hurt her. You hurt the most when you spent that night with her." His eyes widened.

"How did you know about that?" She sighed.

"You weren't in your room." She sighed. "And she isn't exactly quiet." She said that with a blush adorning your cheeks.

He didn't know how to take this. He never thought of it that way. Everything he did was to protect her and keep her safe. At least, that's what he thought he was doing. He was trying to keep her here, with him, where no one could hurt her. He could protect her if she was with him. Other people couldn't possibly see her the way he saw her, right? He would never hurt her.

But really, that's what he had been doing all along, wasn't it?