Eirin's Pov
Chess lay on the couch snoring away like a baby. I giggled in amusement. "If only she's that calm awake." I looked at Crowley a question nagging my mind like a tickle. Right now Crowley was leisurely drinking away blood, which made my stomach do a few flips. And NOT in a good way. I cleared my throat and asked, "U-um, I was wondering... what's Descent of a Thousand Needles?" He looked up from staring into space at me.
He sighed and cracked his neck. "It's... it's an attack that all vampire nobles have mastered."
"So no other regular vampire can master it?" I inquired confused. Is it a law or something?
"Well considering the power differences, the vampire who mastered Descent of a Thousand Needles usually gets upped to a noble level. So therefore, no not many average vampires know Descent of a Thousand Needles." He stated while a fake smile molded on his face.
"What exactly is it, anyways? Like what's the science behind it?" This time Crowley gave an actual smile, amused. "Are you asking this because you want to know more about me?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
My eyes popped slightly out of my head in surprise. "Wha- no! I just wanna know." I said childishly, crossing my arms over my chest. He snorted in disbelief. "It's okay, be honest with me." I shook my head adamantly. "I'm not hiding anything." I said firmly.
He pounced on me like a tiger would it's prey. "You know I want to eat you and ravish you so bad." He emphasized that last words, the rest purring along my ears. I shuddered from his breath on my neck despite the minuscule amount of bandages present; also from my ears that were reddening by the second. He blew out air on my ear sensually. "Eeeee!" I squealed from the warmth. He chuckled, his voice sounding hoarse.
Then all of a sudden, he was on the other side of the couch laughing and smiling, saying to me, "Just kidding." My jaw dropped agape. "Just kidding? JUST KIDDING?! ARE YOU SERIOUS! Making me think that you're gonna bite me again! Urgh, Crowley's such a bastard!" I screamed in my mind angrily. I huffed and looked away only to see Horn looking at us from the stairway. I swallowed and waved shakily. She just shot me one of those looks again for the fourth time that day, except that I could swear the dislike level was multiplied then from earlier.
I remembered her earlier words, "Even if you are his mate... rest assured... you won't disappoint him, or I will kill you." Ugh, I didn't even ask for this. "I'm considering to become an atheist since god is so unfair."
"Hey... what would happen... if I died?" I asked curiously. "I've never been taught in school because usually mates don't find each other and die beforehand, so what happens to Crowley if I die?"
"What, why? Do you have a sickness, or cancer? I'll pay for you. Or is it someone who's threatening to kill you?" He growled the last part in disgust and distaste.
"No, of course not. Why would someone threaten to kill me? I just wanted to know what would happen in general if a person's mate died." I responded, ushering his answer by giving him a pointed look. He sighed in relief and said, "Well, some commit suicide, some get revenge and then commit suicide, some drown in despair, and it really depends on what type of person you are."
I nodded in understanding. "Hey... Crowley don't you have somewhere to be?" Crowley looked contemplative for a second and then a realization look came upon his face with his eyebrows raised.
"Horn?"
"Yes, Crowley-sama?"
"Did... I have a meeting with the CEO of NewTime Hotel yesterday?" He inquired a straight face, muscles tense taking over his face. Horn bowed respectfully, "Yes, but he cancelled it because he went on a trip overseas." Crowley nodded satisfied and fake smiled.
"And no, I don't have anywhere to be." He finished proudly like a kid getting his first lollipop in school. Because he was done with his meal, he handed it to Horn who left to the kitchen to wash it. When she came back she said, "Ah. Crowley-sama, I believe you have an appointment to get too." Crowley pondered a bit, then nodded making his way over to me whilst motioning towards Chess, as commands for Horn to put her in the car resting outside. He grinned and kissed my cheek nibbling it softy, "Remember you are mine." A blush painted my face.
"Y-yeah, okay." I responded weakly. It's not like I could just take it back, unless of course I wanted to get pummeled by Crowley and Horn which was not in my list of things to do. Crowley left waving sending kisses he blew by the hand. I smiled slightly as I giggled at the exchange between us. We were like a lovesick coup- woah, woah, WHAT! "What the heck am I saying? Crowley and me... I honestly... what do I feel about him?" I found myself wondering as I trudged up the stairs gloomily. I sat on my bed and rolled my shoulders to stretch them a bit.
I don't... mind him, but do I like him as a friend? Hmmm, that's when I realized... I didn't know anything about the saint named Crowley. He's a puzzle piece that really, really needs to be solved before I could think of him as a potential partner. Through my high school and college years I've realized something about myself. I disliked short termed relationships and half hearted ones. I wanted to be with a guy who could and would stay with me, support me, and fill the void in my heart. Crowley's... partially proven himself, but not to the point of full blown trusting. Many doubts and insecurities filled my head.
But what if I... wanted to go through with this whole mating thing. Surely mom would support it. Crowley would be ecstatic; Horn and Chess would be jealous and paranoid. I... how would I feel? I grabbed my head and lightly pulled my locks of hair. This is really frustrating. I sighed and grabbed my remote, switching the TV on. It wasn't a flat screen but it sufficed my needs greatly such as this.
The sounds went through the speakers thoroughly, cleansing them in the inside with pure noise. "-at would you say about the justification of creating more vampire voters for the Adoption Center Funds?" A reporter interviewed the silver haired man who reminded me of... the guy who I saw when I got kidnapped. Suspect Numero 1, accounted. I sat straighter in my bed, tensing at the piercing glow emanating from his red eyes. It looked like he was staring right through the television screen, scrutinizing me behind his false facade of peace and butterflies. I knew anything butterfly related should never be put into a sentence with his name in it. Speaking of which... what's his name? At the bottom of the screen, words scrolled by telling of what's up next, and information such as his name. "Ferid Bathory?"
I listened attentively as the words sang out, "Yes, I would like more contributors to my goal of raising more money for the orphanages." His voice was smooth and deep, but less deep than Crowley. He had narrow shoulders and a slim body. Even I was jealous.
"I heard a rumor that you killed 10,000 innocent people yesterday for ruining your food, is that true?" Many gasps and even squeals were heard throughout the room; their faces aghast at the prospect. My eye brows rose in shock as I grasped what was said. "Ten thousand people? What kind of temper does this Ferid Bathory have?" Ferid just smiled it off in a creepy fashion. He tipped his head back and started laughing his ass off.
"That's absurd. Why in the right mind of the devil would I do that? I'm too angelic for that." He giggled at the end... quite yaoi like if you ask me. Yoai means gay if you didn't know. The reporter nodded and wrote down what was said, but he wasn't done with Ferid, in fact he had one more question, "Then WHO was responsible?"
"That would be," I held my breath as I waited for the much anticipated answer to my queries, "Crowley Eusford." The whole room in the TV and mine just stopped and then a myriad of questions and panic was thrown around. Questions like how, why, and when were shouted from the reporters who were clustering to the stage that Ferid was situated on. Of course he flashed out of there with a charming smile and a wink, despite the panic and questions. Me, I really didn't do anything. But my mind was panicking inside. "Crowley? He did that? But how and WHY? He w-wouldn't have done that. No not Crowley... but what if he did? He IS a vampire and likes blood evident from earli- Wait... earlier and yesterday... that's right. He was here all through the day yesterday and night. He was still with me when I woke as well. So it's definitely not him." An unexpected relief washed over me as I sighed. He didn't do it. He didn't kill them.
But that means that Ferid lied. So who did the atrocious crime of murder? A suspect is Ferid. I didn't doubt for one second that he wouldn't be capable of killing humans. "And he said something about raising funds for orphanages around the district? Pah, excuse my language, that's bullshit." The man practically oozes false happiness and evilness that even I can't comprehend. How does he live with himself, being so... so evil? I shook my head in disappointment. Hmm, I feel sorry for him and wait... if he blamed it on Crowley then that means Crowley's a suspect for murder. Paranoia ate at my limbs as I sat on the bed staring at nothing and ignoring the annoying commercials.
"Crowley's a suspect. They would send the police after him, or maybe the FBI. Actually probably the Swat Team. Oh no. I hope he's okay." Two colors flashed in my mind. Green and black. "Uh oh. They... couldn't possibly send the Japanese Imperial Demon Army to get him... right? I hope not." I brought my finger nails to my lips and started chewing nervously on them. I made a resolve and shot up, turning the TV off in the process. I whipped out my laptop and switched it on. My fingers went lightening fast over the keys. I searched in the bar: Ferid Bathory.
On google, the useful small profile information showed up. It read:
Ferid Bathory
Ferid Bathory is a highly placed social man who works with raising money for plenty of companies, military, government, and donation. Although many ill rumors surround him, not one is confirmed.
Born: October 31st, Year 18 (age 1,999 or 21)
Height: 6'0
Education: Princeton University
I paled considerably at the large number. "1,999... Omg he almost 2000 years old." So he does the innocent act of raising money for people. And rumors... what rumors are they talking about? I clicked 'news' on google and scanned the articles as well as the short video taping of interviews. I searched a key word in the left hand side. 'Murder.'
It displayed 6,105 results to the key word. The key word was highlighted yellow as I scrolled down, scanning for the latest articles. Finally finding one, I clicked.
On December 3rd, 2015, 10,000 people were found to be kidnapped. The police says, "They're doing the best they can to find those missing persons and not to worry." But can we really trust them?
December 4th, 2015 at 9:00 AM, in the sheds of the abandoned warehouse were signs of large amounts of blood and carnage. The trail of blood led us to, what we believe was a pit of over a thousand humans, piled on top of each other. There were other pits surrounding it. The number of causalities reached 10,203 people. No survivors.
12:34 PM, The police found clues of vampires, due to the amount of bruises littering the bodies. We have no suspects but here's a picture of what the mangled bodies looked like.
The picture showed a woman with a black braid trailing down her left shoulder and no eye balls in her sockets. Her body looked to be literally sucked dry, and parts of her body were open and some were infected. Pus already making a trail down the grimy body. Her arms and her left leg looked broken at an odd angle and her head was swelling red. I'm not gonna lie, I almost puked... but I didn't. What stopped me was... that I knew this woman. "She... was the woman who tried to help me... but ran away instead. Wha-what? How? I thought she got away?" A horror stricken face was what you would be looking at if you saw me. My hand flew to my mouth in disgust. I quickly shut the computer screen and held tears back.
From downstairs, I heard a slam of a door. Then a chilling voice sounded through the whole house. "Little human, where are you? I can smeeeel yooooouuuuu~" He sang out in a cheerfully sickening manner. "What is this guy? He sounds familiar." I heard him stomping up the steps giggling.
Realization went over me. "He-he can't be, right? I mean it's just not possi-" My train of thought was cut off when the door slammed open, likely creating a small crater on the wall. "There you areeee~" He sang out again. I stilled, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs shaking me to my very core.
"Ba-Bathory." I stated, using his last name. It made me to uncomfortable and disgusted with myself to say his first name out loud, especially in front of him. "I see my reputation perceives me." He greeted back sauntering up to me like a snake would it's prey.
"My, what happened to your arms, livestock? And your neck, OH how horrible!" He sarcastically chided me wagging his finger back and forth. I decided then that his red eyes were the most scariest out of all the vampires I've seen lately. Suddenly, his eyes took a dark look on them, not that they weren't, it was just more apparent now. "Not going to say anything? Too scared? Then what about Crowley? Hmmm?" I saw him look me up and down and lick his lips.
I shivered and instead of feeling embarrassed, felt disgusted. He smirked and licked his lips, "I am quite hungry, mind if I have a bite?" He leered at me, like all I'll ever be is a inferior human with no life. Well the last part changed recently because now I HAVE a life. Filled with vampires and green suited soldiers. Quite interesting, huh? And dangerous. He was in front of me, in a blink of an eye and held my chin. "Yes! This is what I love about humans! The fear, the horror, the sadness. And you mustn't forget the guilt. I love seeing humans writhe in pain and glimpse the life flash before their eyes! This is my ecstasy." He chuckled in sadistic amusement. Right now, I wish this wasn't happening.
I was shaking and was acutely aware of tears running down my face. I shook my head slightly but he said something that made me stop a whimper from coming. "All humans will ever be are our slaves. They're nothing but inferior to us. But then again we've been in control for the past hundreds of years, so it doesn't even matter. Plus, I'm not very fond of vampires myself. They're arrogant whilst humans are too weak and useless to begin with." His voice held a serious edge to it.
Then it dawned on me. "H-he's right. Humans can't do anything to stop vampires. They... they... I'm TOO WEAK." It echoed in my head over and over again.
TOO WEAK
TOO WEAK
TOO WEAK
TOO WEAK
I couldn't do anything. Not against Crowley, or Chess. Except for that one time. With those vampires. How did I do it? Was it a one time thing? Can... I do it again? I want... no I need to do it again. Or I'm as good as dead. But I'm WEAK. SO, SO WEAK. Ferid bent down and whispered, "We are in control."
A voice at the back of my head echoed in my head. It was... my dad.
"Girl, what are you doing? I didn't raise you to be this way. YOU ARE STRONG. Don't be afraid and grasp it. Grasp that strength and show him, no show them, that you are strong."
"But dad, I'm not. I can't do anything. I never was strong to begin with. They're so many mistakes I've made and I can't bear to make more."
"Eirin... do it. Don't be afraid. There's power inside of you. A power so strong that you could save your mother and everyone you love. Just let go and believe. If you believe, then you'll succeed."
"But..."
"NO! No buts. YOU can do ANYTHING... if you try. If you suck at running but try your best, then you're the best. The best people in the world are people who try. And over the years of being your parent... I've found you've always tried. Tried to make friends, to get good grades, to get into USF, to be strong. And that's... true power. The ability to get up and start again. The ability to... be a human again. Cause that's what it means to be a human. To Try."
"I don't have much time... but I want to say this. Always try your best no matter what situation you're in, never give up. And one more thing... Goodbye." And then he was gone and my mind went back to the vampire in front of me. Throughout that whole conversation, only a few seconds passed and now Ferid was pulling my bandages off. "But I don't think you have a choice, because I'm going to suck you dry. Because I let you get away last time and now that I know you're Crowley's mate, it makes it even more funny." As he was about to bite down, my phone rang.
Eirin's mom's Pov
I was just setting the fruit in the fruit parfait when I got a phone call. "Hmm, who could it be? Maybe Eirin? I wonder how she's doing with Crowley. Makes me think like we're in a drama."
I wiped my hands on my apron and approached the phone. I picked it up and answered without even seeing who it was. "Silly me!" "Is this Mrs. Crystal?"
"Yes?" I asked confused. Who is this?
"Your husband... he's dead. From an-..." He went on and on about the medical stuff but I didn't care. Everything stopped and I dropped my phone. I fell to the ground shuddering like a sick puppy.
Nothing went through my mind at that time except for one thing.
Dead.
He's Dead.
Dead.
He's Dead.
My husbands dead.
Why did you leave me?
Why did you leave Eirin?
You didn't see how much she grew.
She's so beautiful now- why are you dead?
"Mrs? Hello? Is anyone there?.."
He's dead.
He's dead.
hesdead.
hesdead.
hesdead.
Dead.
DEAD.
DEAD.
...He's...really...gone...
My shrill scream echoed through the restaurant.
Gone forever.
Eirin's Pov
The ringtone sounded through my ears splitting the daunting silence that ensued over us. Thankfully it stopped Ferid from his actions of trying to kill me. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and walked over to my dresser. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. "My father... was that really him? I... don't know what to do. This is what I mean..." I thought saddened. I didn't know what to do. What would dad do? He'd... fight till the end. Yeah, that's what. But can I do it? He's trying to help me and yet... I'm doing nothing. Sorry dad... but I can't.
I was too deep in my thoughts, I didn't hear the conversation going through the phone to Ferid, until he finally broke the silence, "The hospital just called... your father's dead." He chuckled heartlessly as tears fell down my face. I ignored his snarky evil laughter. "Dad... is dead?" Every muscle in my body didn't respond as I fell to the ground, shaking my head back and forth in disbelief. "N-n-no-oo that-that's a li-lie." I screeched at Ferid. He laughed even more in amusement at my predicament.
"He couldn't be dead. No not dad. But what...? Ferid didn't look like he was lying and even the doctors' said it was a miracle he lived this long. That's right lived... he's not alive anymore... mom... I want mama. I hate it. This disgusting pain, my uselessness. Dad's words echoed around me. His voice... I heard it again... his last request. I... have to do IT."
I shakily forced my numb limbs into action and looked at Ferid straight in the eye. He stopped laughing and was staring right back, mirth evident in his cold eyes. "Hmm, so now you fight back?" He interrogated circling around me like a lion would it's prey. We were in a very similar situation. I pushed my depression to the back of my mind and ignored the sting of tears ready to come out. I was starting to hyperventilate but suppressed it.
"I have to be strong." I chided myself, forcing myself to believe that even though doubt was gnawing at my mind. "No... I AM STRONG." Unbeknownst to me, but known by Ferid, my eyes were spiraling into a light light grey color and my azure color was slowly fading away. Now I held light grey eyes, not black like last time. I was exhaling and inhaling calming my nerves down. His eye brows raised in mild surprise, "Oh my gosh, you can't possibly be thinking about fighting me can you?" He asked incredulously, as if the idea itself was absurd. Which in a way it is. But I didn't care. Not at all.
I took a martial arts stance and followed his every move. "Bring. It. On. Faggot." He seemed irritated at my choice of words and dashed up to me. Surprisingly, I anticipated this as well, as I could see his legs moving, which earlier I couldn't see Crowley nor Faggot here move at vampire speed. However, now I could. Yep, feeling very cocky right now... or is this anger?
Yep, anger. As he came near me, blood lust was evident in his eyes. His clawed hand came soaring towards my face and I in return, punched his stomach... or attempted to anyway as he deflected it and I hit the wall except I went through it instead. I flew through the upstairs hallway onto the floor right in front of the stairs. I coughed out from the pressure of air pushing against my lungs. I was immensely thankful for the soft carpeting. I got up and skipped 3 steps at a time, getting down the stairs. He flashed right where I would've been.
I ran out, pushing through the broken locked door running at full speed, which admittedly wasn't much. But enough to get me a get a good 8 meters away before he flashed right in front of me. I skid into a stop, panting heavily. "So... how am I going to do this?"
He smirked, sadly not out of breath. "WHY are they SO STRONG?!"
"So... is this all you've got? I have to say compared to those humans, you're weak. You think you can fight me? You might need one of those handy swords of their's."
"Stop using damn code. I know you're talking about the Japanese Imperial Demon Army." He smirked sickly and said, "My, before you were a kitten and now a tiger."
I grit my teeth in frustration. "How could you blame- woah- that murder -grr- on Crowley?"
"Oh, that? Hmm, well I have a sneaking suspicion that he's... well you know changing his mind about humans... because of a certain someone. And I'm getting bored of this, why won't you attack?" He inquired curiously. I glared at him and flipped backwards, dodging his clawed hand. I haven't done a flip in a while so I crouched low to the ground and massaged my back lightly. "So this is because of me?"
I faltered a little, feeling guilt. Because of my lack of paying attention , he swiped and guffawed his ass of when he sliced my abdomen. I wasn't in the best of condition especially with my arms. I stepped back, breathing trying to regain energy. You might be thinking I was surprisingly calm, but really in the back of my mind, 9/11 is happening all over again. He was behind me in a second and grasped my hair pulling me backwards. His chest was pressed against my back and I shuddered in discomfort and disgust. "Only Crowley is supposed to do this to me." I unknowingly thought.
"So~how do you want me to kill you, hmm? Maybe I could cut you into little pieces and send you to Crowley, or Oooooo, I know! I could suck you dry in front of your loved ones as they slowly watch you die in agony." He whispered menacingly. I stilled up at the thought of my mom watching me get sucked dry. "Mom... does she know? Is she okay?" A new wave of sadness flitted over me, enveloping me in it's cold clutches. My body felt cold and numb and my eyes were struggling to stay grey as they slowly turned azure. Tears welled up and fell over like a waterfall. Snot ran down my lips and my fleeting moment of adrenaline induced fighting, if you could call it that was but a fleeting memory. The wind pushed against me as if to prove my point of being once again useless, weak, and... unforgivable.
"I'm sorry dad... mom... everyone." I could feel him pulling me along to the car in the driveway. He really was going to suck me dry in front of my loved ones. But even now... even though he's doing this to me... I can't feel hate towards him. My mind can't comprehend it and my heart isn't allowing that powerful emotion to come through. Everything is so jumbled, lost in a void. I should hate him for this, heck I should be wanting to kill him, but that's not happening. If anything, I only dislike him. I don't ever remember hating anything or anyone at all. Except for maybe pickle juice and- "AHH!" My senses were coming back to me in waves of multiplied pain. It. Hurts. Like. Hell.
"Hehehehe." He chuckled darkly shoving me in the back seat of the car. As he was about to knock me out a boy in a green and black suit jumped on top of him. Sadly that actually didn't happen, because Ferid moved out of the way in time. Ferid 'tsked' in annoyance as Yuu glared at him with so much hate. Hate. I couldn't hate him at all... why? Yuu started to talk but I wasn't listening as I saw two others show up. It was a girl who looked shorter than me.
She has mid-length lavender hair that's braided at the sides of her head. Two thick fringes of hair rested on her shoulders and a purple bow tied her hair back in the braids. Her eye color is a sandy light brown that seemed brighter than the sun. She looked familiar... no really familiar. "I felt like I've seen her somewhere before...?"
The next was a boy with chin-length dark brown hair reminding me of a certain vampire. His dark olive colored eyes looked nervous as a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his head. The boy scanned his surroundings and when it landed on me, looked horrified. He hurriedly tapped the shoulder of the short girl and she turned to look my direction. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip in recognition. "She recognizes me? Who is she? I don't remember meeting her, though she does look familiar."
I clutched my stomach in pain. I groaned and heard the resounding click of the handle of a car door being pulled. I tilted my head back and saw the man whom I saw at the shed 2 days ago. "Guren... was it?"
He looked relieved to see me alive but also irritated. He grabbed my arms and pulled me out with him and I groaned in pain giving out a shriek of pain once I was out, my legs on the cement. I felt a needle piercing my skin and a mumbled sorry escaped his lips. It seemed whatever was in there knocked me out because when I woke up... I wasn't where I was supposed to be. I had hoped it was a nightmare or that I could go back in time but what I was met with was something entirely different.
"Do you know who Mahiru Hiragi is?"
Everything hurt.
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