"This feeling inside, I do not know what it is. It feels like fear, but of a different kind. I do not understand it and I am afraid of it. Afraid because it is linked to this darkness I am bound to."
Before Haruka could hear his reply, Sodom attached himself to her once more. He was in his smaller form, the one she first met him in, and she smiled softly to the familiar. He had grown on her more so than she'd like to admit, but those thoughts were soon interrupted by the next few statements made from the familiar. Worried? She wanted to scoff at that. She did not have a single doubt in her mind that Sodom was worried, but him? It would have to be some twisted alternate universe they were living in for him to be worried, let alone show anything other than his anger and or wrath. Or nothing at all. Soon, Sodom placed himself behind her in fear as she gently smiled at the creature.
"It's okay Sodom, he won't do anything to you," she stated towards the black familiar and glanced down at her own. Jiro merely flicked his tail as her attention was once again on the pure-blood. He answered her question in the same insulting tone he always had. "And he's back," she muttered to herself as she heard his statement. The only thing that caused her to frown was his statement of where she was only allowed to be. Somehow, it made her angry at that statement of his. She wasn't... scratch that she was a prisoner. A prisoner to this vampire and at his mercy. It bothered her so much that he had this power over her, and that there was nothing she could do about it but try and make it harder on him.
She succeeded in that alone at the ball. She had showcased her affinity for ice in front of a room filled with vampires, and hunters. She was only grateful that her parents were not there, however; there was a small fear in the back of her mind that the hunters would undoubtedly tell them about their daughter's stunt. This thought brought a slight shiver down her spine in the process as she tried to push that fear to the back of her mind. She glanced at Azriel, watching as he made to move and she about to follow behind him, however; they were stopped when Hikari spoke. She wanted to know if the man who proclaimed himself King of Vampires was still alive. Azriel answered in his usual way, or so it seemed for Haruka, and he then left it at that.
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. It was done without an ounce of delicacy, something Haruka was becoming accustomed to. She hadn't, nor was she expecting, known him to show an ounce of anything other than that facade he wore. As such, she glanced over her shoulder and shot Hikari an apologetic smile. She wanted to tug her wrist away from the vampire, but if she did, she'd only accomplish in perhaps spraining it and causing the pure-blood anger, which she did not want to endure at the moment. If the ball was anything to give her fear, she would play it safe for now. This was something that she found truly odd. Although she feared him, this fear that was growing wasn't normal.
It was strange, awkward in every sense of the word, and it confused her greatly. He was right about one thing, she did leave her mind elsewhere. If she were in her right state of mind, she'd be shivering and possibly dying from a heart attack at the vampire's contact. That was not the case as she released an irritated sigh. Truly, she was truly mad. She was brought out of her thoughts when he threw her into the car and followed soon after. She furrowed her brows at the male beside her before turning her attention outside the window. She didn't want to see his face at the moment. Jiro jumped in soon after, not wanting to be left behind and curled up beside his master's arm and the door.
He could sense the weariness on her as her eyes were slightly glazed over. Although she had slept enough, it felt as if she were still so very tired. Exerting herself like that during the attack had put a great deal of strain on her body. She wasn't used to using her vampiric abilities to such an extent. Not to mention her ability to heal the wound Azriel was dealt with. It was new, something she didn't even know she was capable of doing until now. She glanced at her hand in the process. If she could have awakened this ability sooner, perhaps...she could have saved him. She could have saved her brother and perhaps found out the truth about her father. Taking in a deep breath, she was startled out of her thoughts when they hit a bump in the road.
This caused something heavy to fall on her shoulder and she turned slightly to see what it was. A frown marred her face slightly when she noticed it was him. The sudden contact, however, caused a light rise in her heart beat. He had never looked like this before, and for some odd reason, she found it made him look vulnerable. She furrowed her brows at the thought. If anything, he wasn't vulnerable. He was a being that only dealt with death, that she could attest to. She didn't like this appearance of his, but she remained still. She wanted to remove him from her, but if she did, who was to say he wouldn't do something to retaliate. Instead, she allowed his head to remain on her shoulder. She shifted a bit so that it was more comfortable for both of them as she returned her attention outside.
She had to refrain herself from the temptation of moving some of his bangs away from his face. In order to do so, she needed to be distracted. The scenery was providing little comfort to her as she tried to ignore his presence. It was silent in the car, almost to the point it felt deafening. The only thing she could hear was the steady, even breaths of his and the ever rising beating of her heart. She was silently hoping for this ride of theirs to be over with. This awkward position she was in was something that was confusing her greatly. She could finally feel the weariness take hold of her as she felt her eyes fluttering shut. Soon, her body succumbed to the sleep as her head softly landed a top of his.