He sat in his office in a daze. "...Purity is a lie...all the things I tried to stay away from..." Rang in his ears. This had to be a dream. She had been locked away in the imprisonments below the school for almost 5 days. But he had a feeling in his stomach that wouldn't hold her. He wasn't sure how he should react...what he should do. That night...what exactly had he witnessed? It was almost as if his beloved sister had become possessed. He had already shed tears for her sake...when he'd visit her in the imprisonments, only to see her tucked away in a corner with that lighter she loves so much...and an emotionless face covered in tear stains. Today he'd get answers.
Kaname, Takuma, Sara, and Kaien were headed to the imprisonments, to see her and try and get her to assist them in making sense of her demonic possession. Toga Yagari, whom guarded her cell by request, sighed when he approached them going down into the imprisonments, a sketchpad and pencil in hand. "Yagari, I told you to guard her." Kaien sighed. "It was bored ad she wanted something to do, so I think I'd rather not upset it...and do as she wants." he explained monotonously. He opened her cell and handed her the sketchpad and pencil. "Good dog." she said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and exited, leaving the other four to talk with her. She started drawing right away. "Yuki." Headmaster said.
He knelt down to her, not knowing where to begin. "Has there...been anything going on lately? Ehh...let's take your powers for example." he said, trying to keep a happy tone. She glared at him. "You mean Chindi?" she said, her hand still doodling as she looked up at him. "Chindi?" Kaname asked. "That's her name. The spirit." Kaien rubbed his forehead between his thumb and index. "Yuki-sama, please, we're truly lost and we'd like an explanation. We want to help you." Takuma said. Sara was silent, watching her draw. Her hand abruptly stopped and she held up her sketch pad. Kaname took it looking at it intensely. It was like a professional drawing...and clear as day. It was a picture of death. He'd seen it before. The mourning skeleton, wrapped in shreds, holding the scythe.
Kaname knelt down to her next. "How do you know what she looks like?" he asked wearily. "Kaname, maybe you oughtn't get too close." Sara said. He didn't listen, but Yuki looked straight in Sara's eyes. "Two years ago, I went to a frat party with a friend." she started. Sara frowned. "I was living with her, and for my birthday she wanted to take me out for the night." Yuki said as she picked up the lighter. "She tried to loosen me up...and we had a bit to drink." The lighter flicked on. Everyone was focused intensely on her. "By the time the party was over, she was too drunk to drive home, and I didn't want to get in the car with her." she said.
"And so, this really nice guy comes around, right? Offers me a ride like a gentleman, seems really kind..." She paused with gritted teeth. "As it turned out, he had a car full of friends...about four or five of them. When I saw them looking at me like I was something special or something...I knew this wasn't good." She looked down at the flame, remembering. How her stomach felt when their hungry eyes stared at her...her face, her legs, her chest. "They got me out in the forest." she said hoarsely. Kaname furrowed a brow in disbelief, suddenly placing a hand on her leg. "What happened?" he asked abruptly with a scowl.
"They stabbed my legs...so I couldn't run away. No matter how much I cried, I pleaded...I knew there was no God to save me. There was a gash in my throat and a knife in my heart by the time any help came around. I still have the scars to prove it." She said tracing the thin white line on her throat with her thumb for emphasis. Sara cocked a brow, looking a bit unconvinced. "I knew I wasn't dead because I could see them run away...but there was one who stayed behind and apologized to my corpse. But I was paying attention to the woman behind him." She tapped the paper in Kaien's hand as she stood up. Now that the light from the sewer panel above had illuminated her face, Sara grimaced and other frowned. She was skinny, and not just supermodel skinny, her waist was so small it looked breakable.
She was still beautiful, but her immortal fair skin was currently just a plain ashy white; her hair was a tangled mess that was losing color; but her lips retained their bloody red glow. "She's a spirit." "And what did Chindi find so special about you?" Sara sighed. "Hell if I know. But I figure it's easier to trust nothing but a bag of bones rather than a being with a brain. She told me I had a second chance, and I took it. But I asked her a question before I could ask anything else. I asked her why I could feel my pulse. It was supposed to be some black magic crap. You sacrifice a teenage virgin for energy and looks." Takuma looked puzzled. "Wait...how did they know you were a virgin in the first place?" Yuki shrugged.
"Small breast size, I don't know. But Chindi hinted at the fact something went wrong...I guess somewhere along the line I got tapped. Don't ask, I have no idea." Everyone exchanged glances. "I had to figure this whole possession thing out on my own...the most she gave me was what to say, what to do...how to keep from tarnishing. She started to scare me so...I tried to throw myself away in an asylum. The longest I was in there was two months then I was released...they said I seemed normal. The most help I could get from anyone was a blessing. So I took my frustrations out on the people I hated most. I found those frat boys and I skewered their heads on the front gates of their sorority." she said, her voice deepening as she looked to the lighter as if it were a symbol.