She sat in the guest bedroom at the windowseat, looking out the window. The storm had rolled into the early morning, the grandfather clock on the wall playing "Midnight Sun" to mark the arrival of one AM. Her sopping hair dripped onto her robe. Her hysteria had come to the point where it was hard to think straight or impulsivity had taken over...like a bad case of ADHD. Her injuries hadn't healed...yet she added more blemishes to her skin by dragging the long silvery edge of a letter opener along her palm...drawing her blood. It was like looking at a pen's ink, the color so dark it appeared deoxygenated. She leaned her head back against the wall and watched it bleed. Her brother came in.
"If you bleed anymore, you're going to kill yourself." he said as he sat adjacent from her. She scoffed. "What a fantasy that would be." she said. He frowned and took her palm kissing it and healing it. She stayed silent, only watching. She looked to him when he was done as he looked to the smeared blood left behind from the cut. "Black blood." he said as he looked up at her. She smiled a little. "It's better than red. Black is a good color." she replied. He changed the subject as he ran his hand over the blood. "What happened to you? Was it Chindi?" he asked. It felt to him as if he were speaking to a child about an imaginary friend. She looked at him. "No. It was me." she said.
"Even an emotionless person can be afraid. I lied about Chindi...she's not real." He frowned. "Why would you lie?" he asked, concerned. "Because none of you would have believed me if I told you the truth. And you would have never let me out of that cell." He took her hands instantly. "I will believe anything you say...just tell me what's happening to you. I've never felt this afraid, Yuki...I feel like any day I could lose you." he said softly. Her eyes went soft at the words as she ran her ring finger over his ring. "There's something bad inside me...Kaname." she said. "In order to come back...I had to let the right one in."
He swallowed. Alright. Maybe he couldn't believe her. "Yuki...you have to-" "I'm not hallucinating." she snapped. "This isn't like movies, okay? This is real. I have these powers and inhuman abilities...that no one could ever have." She swiftly moved his hand over heart. "I came back a human, Kaname...humans can't turn water into blood and they can't look into others' eyes and instantly know everything about them." He was tuned out. He felt completely serene. Her heartbeat...he missed it. He missed her human side. He sprawled his fingers out so his hand could enter her robe to feel the soft skin over her heart.
"But I am still here! I'm yours. I just- I can't be innocent anymore. I'm psychotic and I admit it." She put her hands on his neck and he looked in her eyes. "I know your not my true brother, Kaname.You're the progenitor... and you're a bad man. But I love you all the same. I know you can do the same for me." She said as her face neared his. He smirked as he stroked her bottom lip. "Perhaps you do have something malevolent about you. Trespassing into my mind like that. But you're right about all of it. I am a horrible man...but I would do anything for you. And if you say you're psychotic...you should realize that I am becoming psychotic, too. You've done something to me...I know its a curse but it feels like a blessing." he replied. She smoothed the hair out of his eyes and smiled.
"Insanity isn't what you feel it should be Kaname. It's letting yourself go and letting in all the blood and death and gruesome reality. But it's better when you have someone to suffer with." She said. He went to say something when she bit into her wrist with her canines and held the blood in her mouth as she took his face. He smirked as he instantly pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. She slowly started to force him down on the seat, her blood seeping down the sides of his mouth as he untied her robe and let it fall down her shoulders. He closed his eyes...mesmerizing this feeling of her addicting blood flow into him. As her bare and small body pressed up against his, he slowly laid her down, still accepting her blood. Psychopathy was delicious.