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Amaya Takagi

"You don't know anything about me, or my sister."

410 views · last seen in Cross Academy | Modern Day
a character in “Vampire Knight: Smoke and Mirrors”, as played by Emily3456

Description

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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.”




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“It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried that the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?”




Nickname: Ama, that's pretty much what everyone calls her.

Age: 18, three minuets younger than her twin.

Gender: Female

Race: Human, however is is a Pure-Blood

Role: Human, Secret

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Red

Skin Tone: Fair/Pale

Height: 5'5

Weight: 120lb


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“You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.”





Physical Description:

Ama has long, dark brown hair that goes past her waist line. She has large dark red eyes that often look brown and contrast's with her pale skin nicely and full light pink lips, that most of them time are turned down in a frown. She tends to lose her train of thought easily and she tends to day dream and zone out all of time, and when she does she ends up pursing her lips and pulling together her eyebrows as she stares, unblinking at something for as long as she stay's trapped into her mind, captivated by her own thoughts. When she is in this state, most people don't go near her, and that's mostly because her eyes get a hard, steely look that could scare off any who are lacking courage. Amaya doesn't like wearing her uniform very often, but when she dose she wears it with pride.

She has a very slender, yet curvy form, through she isn't one to show off, she doesn't tend to connect with others well, but that;s mostly because of the things she knows. Through her body is slim, she still has a bit of a athletic build, and she tends to work out at least three times a week, to keep up her build and not become frail and helpless. When she is angry, her eyes will seemingly darken until they look nearly black, but when she is happy they'll be bright and have a kind of spark in them, that most people would notice wasn't there before. Most of the time she just has an expression less look on her face, not willing to give anything away about how she feels or what she's thinking.

Romantic Interest: TBA

Skills and Abilities:
She is a really good runner, she loves to run and jog and swim, that's what she does when she is overly stressed and cant think straight. She is an avid reader, and could read a whole book in one day, then be able to write a brilliant essay on it and nearly get a equally brilliant scour on it. She loves to write, and that's another thing she does to clear her mind, she writes. A lot of the time she can be found in the library, reading more than one book at a time with a very peaceful look on her face. She is very tough, and can withstand quite a bit of pain, but sometimes her emotions rule her life.


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“You’re breathing, but you’re going to die”





Dominant Traits:

STUBBORNNESS: She hates being told what to do and when to do, she likes you go her own way and not listen to people if their being unreasonably bossy.

BIG HEART: She tends to be too trusting and loving, she takes pity on others and she loves everyone, through she hides it, and her emotions can get the best of her sometimes.

HUMOR: She tends to crack jokes all of the time, even at the worst of times.

SHORT TEMPER: She has a very short temper, and when it gets off she tends to see red and do thing's she shouldn't do, which never really ends up helping the situation.

TARDINESS: Never bothering to set alarms of any kind, Ama often finds herself losing track of time and thus being late. Due to her stubbornness, she refuses to even simply wear a watch or set an alarm on it.

LAZY: She can be very lazy, very often, but only when she wants to be.

Likes:
✔ Reading
✔ Writing
✔ Sleeping in
✔ Music
✔ Being alone
✔ Night time


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“I don't like this, I don't like myself or this place, I want to find an escape.”





Dislikes:
✘ Herself
✘ Loud people
✘ Not being able to protect herself
✘ Rude people
✘ The heat
✘ Crying

Other: WIP

Personality:
Amaya is really smart, and she tends to speak her mind freely. If she offends someone by what she says she always points out that its only offending because they know it's true. She doesn't like to be pushed about or bossed around so she stands up for herself but it's never a really good thing when she dose because that tends to get her into more trouble then she was in before. She jokes around a lot and uses a lot of sarcasm because she knows she's smart enough to pull the sarcasm off to such a level that people will wonder if she was being truthful or not. She is always worrying about others and how they feel, through she knows she should only worry about herself and how things are going for her, but she cant help her big heart.

She is very imaginative, creative, and extremely crafty. She likes to think out of the box, no matter how ridiculous her ideas are. She hates being told how to do anything, when she should do it, or that she is wrong. She's very blunt, in your face, and can border line rude because she will not hold anything back, she likes to show off sometimes so she tends to do just that and prove to everyone just how smart she is by doing her best in school or in everything she dose, people say she is an over achiever, but to her that isn't a bad thing, because she knows she'll go far in life because she's working hard.

She often gets that sarcastic and witty look like she's about to mess with you. She is extremely good at lying and fibbing and shes mostly and extremely, painfully, stubborn. However, if you should ever, ever get past that side of her, you see the true happy young woman. From appearance, Ama isn't exactly what would be expected of a girl her age. She is quiet and focused, almost impossible to distract at times, and she is such a avid reader she practically lives in the schools library. She doesn't jump into situations like most do, she likes to stand back, work out a good plan and then put it to use. Despite this through, she still loves laughing and smiling, or making others do it too, but she doesn't trust people easily, so not many people get to see this side of her. She's a girl who stands up for what she believes in, doesn't let others push her around, and does what she wants. She's headstrong, but she is also loving and caring and just happy.

Deep down through, Amaya feels very...alone. Compared to her sister she feels as through she brings shame to her family by choosing a normal life, she also feels like the weaker of the twins and like she is always being protected, she hates having people look down on her because she is weaker and needs more protecting, in all honesty she wishes she could change her mind and go request a spot as a prefect, but she never dose this because she's scared she'll fail and get someone hurt. Deep down Amaya truly hates herself for being so weak and for the choice's she has made when she was younger. She is full of self loathing and hates that she cant be more like her sister.


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“Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty and sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.”





History:


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“When I get logical, and I don't trust my instincts - that's when I get in trouble.”








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“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”





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So begins...

Amaya Takagi's Story

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"Don't tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results."




Saya stared down at the pink flyer held in her hands. A frown had marred her face as the letters popped up at her in bright, flourescent colors. She could literally feel the shine burning her eyes as she continued to stare at the paper, the glitter falling from the glued on letters and sticking to her skin. She didn't like glitter, or things that were hard to get off in general, and tossed the paper into a nearby trash can. She had forgotten the month; it was February. The one month that the Day Class students were allowed to give chocolates to the ones they desired. She let out a sigh, watching as the breeze blew the trees and tossled her hair.

She tucked a piece behind her ear as she surveyed the area. Classes would be ending soon for the Day Class students and the Night Class would be exiting their dorms around the same time. Why did Valentines Day have to be so close? Last year, one of the girls from the Day Class had managed to trip and fall, scraping her legs fairly bad and caused a few of the Night Class students to assist her. Saya hadn't been too happy about that when one of the Night Class students tried to bite the poor girl. She glanced back at the doors to Cross Academy. A smile forced its way onto her lips as she watched the sunlight dance across the building. Although Valentines Day was a dreaded holiday for her, she knew that her sister, Amaya, would love it. With that thought in mind, Saya began her rounds for the day.

It wasn't long before the bell echoed through the silence, cutting through it like a hot knife would butter. She smiled as her job was just about to begin. Watching with a content smile, Saya stared at the Day Class students as they began to pour out of their classrooms, chatting animatedly to each other about their homework or other frivolous things. She waved to a few of them, earning a wave in return while others simply shuddered in 'Prefect Takagi's' presence. She chuckled lightly at the nickname the students had given her. She wasn't exactly the nicest prefect, but there was reason behind that. If she were not strict with the students, most of them would have ended up a vampire themself or worse...dead. She shook the thought from her head and pressed forward, ignoring the comments she could vaguely pick up.

"Yeah, I heard prefect Takagi..."

"No way really? But prefect Takagi..."


She could hear the snipits of conversation, and they all seemed to be about her. Whether she would be there to help them or fend off some unwanted attention, the topics would never be the same. She found herself smiling a bit as it was a bit annoying. Maybe I should actually attempt to make chocolates for everyone this time. After all, it is my last year...I should leave on a good note, Saya thought as she walked along. She wasn't exactly a sentimental person, but she didn't do anything last year...or the year before. Although that didn't stop some of the Day Class students to give her chocolates even though she tried her best to kindly reject them.

There were whispers about her and Toru though as the Night Class male had given her a box that she happily took. They didn't seem to understand that Toru was just a friend of hers, nothing more. She had to smile at the thought though because Toru had always been there for her in a way. He helped her with her rounds when Ekaterina was not around and it was something she was grateful for. Not only did it provide a sense of relief, but most of the vampires wouldn't dare speak back to the pure-blood. He was one of the oldest, next to Sacrilegious of course. They respected him in a sense. She shivered as a cold breeze shifted through the wind, carrying subtle whispers and promises of an interesting day as the twilight horizon signaled the end of the Day Class. The Night Class would be making it's way to the building now, just as the Day students were returning to their dormitories.

I decided, I will make those chocolates this year. Hm, I wonder what kind of chocolates Innes likes? I can always ask Ekaterina about her favorites along with Amaya. I wonder what type Takeru...no, no he probably won't be here tomorrow. Maybe I'll find a way to make blood flavored ones for Toru and Sacred, she thought as she chuckled lightly at the last thought. She was so engrossed with her thoughts that she failed to see someone up in front, and found her body colliding with said person. With an 'Omph,' Saya found herself jolted out of her skin as she regained her composure. Had it been anyone else, they would have fallen on their bottoms and probably scraped something. She straightened out her uniform before dusting off the imaginary dust. She took in a soft breath before speaking to the person whom she had bumped into.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she apologized as she turned to look at the person she ran into.

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"If you cannot dance with a devil, you do not deserve the wings to fly away."




"No apologies, needed. But do be careful more. Prefect. I wouldn't want you to be injured when your're doing your work splendidly."

Saya frowned immediately noting the person whom she had collided with. It was none other than Sacrilegious, the notorious pure-blood of the Academy. He pushed back a loose strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear, earning subtle gasps from the day students who began a whirl of whispers. Immediately, she took a step back, resisting the urge to shove his hand away with the frown still lingering on her face as she did so. She threw a glance over her shoulder, causing most of the Day Class students to take a step back in fear before she returned her attention towards Sacrilegious.

"Now you're just mocking me Sacred, and of all the people in the world it had to be you," she murmured beneath her breath, but knew that he could still hear her. While she might not have exactly liked the pure-blood, there was an air about him that she kind of respected. She sighed as she glanced back towards the purple-haired vampire, watching as the sunset behind him lingered in the air, mixing the color of his hair with the colors of twilight. "If I didn't know any better, I would say this was like the ending of a bad romance," she stated in a monotonous tone, her eyes fixated in a serious manner. If she were kidding or not, only she would know. A small smirk adorned her lips as she took a step back.

"I don't know if your fan club over there would like that much," she stated as she jabbed a finger towards the Day Class female population. A majority of them had hearts in their eyes as they clamoured over each other to catch a glimpse of the pure-blood. ""Try to take it easy on them this year...I think you made one girl cry last year until she nearly drowned herself," she continued, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at the groupies. A stern glare sent some of the girls running back to their dorms while some of the more brave ones remained.

"Is there a way to make blood-flavored chocoloates?" she stated to no one in particular before she began to walk away and waved good-bye to the pure-blood. She had duties to perform not only as a student, but as a prefect. Although the bells have just rung, the Night Class would be swamped with the Day Class trying to steal glances and words to the beauties of the Night Class. She could see a majority of the Day Class students, male and female, still clamoring around the gates. It wasn't until the arrival of someone did the students settle down. She immediately recognized Takeru, the black haired gem of the day class. She sneered at the title gifted to the Kuran by the Day Class. It seemed that both classes each had their own candle to hold and adore. Of course the Night Class was full of beautiful people, but they were nothing when compared to the pure-blood she ran into and the human Student Council President.

"Good job. I'll leave the rest to you guys. I still have to greet the Headmaster" she heard him speak, glancing in her direction before walking off. The stare sent a chill down Saya's spine as she recovered from the glance. She watched as he disappeared as the students began to return to their respective dorms. She shook her head slightly before continuing on with her rounds, keeping her eyes on the Night Class as they made for the building. A few Day class students still managed to linger about, giggling like a silly mess before retreating to their dorms as well.

"Why do you put up with them?" a voice called out, startling Saya out of her skin. She could feel the warmth of someone's breath on the back of her neck, traveling to her ear in the process. She turned to stare into dull blue eyes as a small smile formed on her lips. "They are annoying with their shrieks and calls for affections," Toru continued as Saya gently pushed him away. He smirked as he watched the Day class girls swoon. They were so easy to manipulate; he could almost see their bodies squirming underneath him as he drained them of their precious life fluid.

"Because it is my job?" Saya retorted as she watched Toru's gaze. She knew almost exactly what he was thinking from the gleam in his eyes. She knew he didn't like humans, and why he tolerated her and the others was a mystery. She chuckled as the last of the Day Class students disappeared. "Shouldn't you be going to class now? I don't want to have to reprimand you for being out of curfew," Saya continued as Toru rose his hands in a mock surrender. Saya watched as he disappeared with his class before she glanced at the horizon. She caught a glimpse of blonde hair and immediately spotted a familiar face. A smile adorned Saya's lips as she made her way towards her friend.

'Soon, princess, you and you're sister...soon,' were the lingering thoughts as Toru shuffled along with his classmates. A small yellow bird appeared on his shoulder as he rubbed it affectionately before whispering to its' ears. The bird nodded and flew off, circling around the prefect as she approached Ekaterina.

"Kitty? Is everything okay?" Saya asked the blonde-haired girl as she spotted her, placing a hand on her shoulder to let the girl know she was beside her. "I think we should report back soon to the Headmaster, I think he wants to speak with us about this year's Valentines Day," she stated. In truth, the Headmaster had wanted to speak to all of the prefects. This year was going to be a bit different. They were going to add a dance after the festivities. The Night Class and the Day Class, for once, were going to be allowed to mingle. This worried Saya slightly.

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"The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul"





Amaya glanced around at the now empty hallway, pink and red flyers littered the walls and ground making it look as if a festival had taken place during the school hours. She grimaced and swooped down to pick some of the glittery flyers and letters. This is all for Valentines day..? How bothersome. She sighed and headed down the hall towards the trash bin, where she dumped the flyers and then turned around to repeat the process. Sure the holiday had been fun when she was a child, receiving chocolates was always fun in one way or another, as was being able to be crafty when making cards, but ever since she had came to this school, everyone went insane over the holiday and all because of the Night Class, which she didn't really understand, sure they were all beautiful, but half of them acted like they were bipolar, and the other half acted like creeps. Then again maybe that was just a Vampire thing. She sighed and dumped her fifth load of flyers into the now full trash bin, the hallway looked a bit better, but it also looked like a Fairy puked glitter everywhere. Amaya chuckled to herself a slight smiling playing on her lips before she left the hall and headed towards the Library, she had some studies and needed to get done before the end of the night.

She calmly made her way to the Library, ignoring the shouts of the Day Class students that were directed towards the Night class students, she ignored nearly everything except for her thoughts. Amaya bowed her head slightly as she walked, in what happened to be the opposite direction of the Library. Maybe I should go see Saya instead and see how she is doing..? Her job as a prefect must be tiring after awhile, maybe I'll stay up with her tonight and see how things are going..the life I chose not to take part in. She let out a sigh that was cut short when she bumped into a tall body, knocking her to the ground. "Ow.." She mumbled rubbing her back for a moment before she looked up and met the dark red eyes of none other than Kuro Katō.

He stared down at her calmly, most of the Night class standing behind him and staring down at her as well. Her face flushed and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. She should apologize, she knew that, but she was to surprised to say anything at the moment. "Are you okay, Amaya?" He asked, speaking first and her spur of silence while offering her his hand. Amaya's face flushed again before she gingerly took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "I'm fine..I'm sorry for running into you Kuro." She glanced back at the other Night Class students, most of them just staring at the two while others shifted from foot to foot, impatient and wanting to go to class. "It's perfectly fine, you all can head on without me, I'll only be a moment." He offered her a rare smile before turning his head towards the other students, the smile gone from his face as he stared at them. They bowed their heads ever so slightly, and walked away, leaving the Pure-Blood with the girl that was raised by Vampire Hunters. Brilliant. Just brilliant. "You can go ahead and go to class Kuro, if my sister catches you out while the rest of the Night Class are already inside..." Amaya slowly stopped speaking as he offered her another rare smile. "I have no worry's about facing your sisters fury." He said as a strange glint entered his eyes making Amaya twitchy, she had seen the glint before.

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"If darkness is light, and light is darkness...what are shadows then?"




"I don't know why they get so excited for this holiday," Saya replied as she frowned at the thought. It was true, around this time the students would get riled up and become chaotic for a chance to deliver their chocolates to the ones their hearts desired. Saya thought it a bit shallow as the only reason why the Night Class was so popular was because of their beauty. She never understood why, but as long as the Night Class didn't take anything other than the chocolates offered, she'd let it be.

"Yes, let's not keep him waiting," Saya replied as she resisted the urge to laugh. The Headmaster, although the head figure of the school, had a rather peculiar personality. There were times when Saya thought the man was slightly mad, however; he wasn't always like that. She sighed and began to walk towards the Headmasters office. Once inside the building, she spotted a familiar face and smiled.

"I'll catch up Kitty, I need to speak to my sister," Saya stated as she left the russian girl to her own accord. Although she would have rather walked with Ekaterina, she knew that inside the building, the girl would be fine on her own. Saya wasn't the only one looking out for her. Once in range, she spotted another familiar face. It was the pure-blood known as Kuro. She frowned as she approached the two, placing a hand on her hip as she stared at the vampire.

"Shouldn't you be in class Katō?" she stated as she stared at the pure-blood vampire. He was out of curfew, and she had a feeling he knew it, but nonetheless remained out of class. "I don't think you're fearless leader would appreciate that," she continued as she gave the male a blank look before turning to Amaya and smiling.

"Is he bothering you Ama? Because if he is," she almost half glared at the male while keeping her focus on Amaya. "I have to go meet the Headmaster with Kitty, but please make sure Katō returns to his class on a timely fashion. I know you can handle it sis," she smiled as she laid a hand on her sister's shoulder before walking away. Although Amaya chose the life of a regular human, Saya wasn't worried about her little sister one bit. Both of them received training when they were younger, however; Saya chose to continue with her training to become part of the family. Amaya chose a different path, and honestly, she was glad. She didn't want her sister to experience the horrors of an actual fight or becoming a victim to a Level E vampire.

That thought alone shook her being as she tried to force the thought away. Before she knew it, she stood in front of the Headmaster's door and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thought as she pushed the door open, listening to the subtle creek in the door as it alerted the people inside of her presence. She greeted the Headmaster with a curt nod before spotting the professor already making his seat. She took a seat to the far off side next to Ekaterina, folding her hands on top of her legs as she waited for the meeting to commence.

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"Shoot for the moon, and if you miss you'll be among the stars."





Amaya couldn't help but role her eyes at Kuro, of course he wasn't scared of her sister, who would be? Sure she was a prefect, and sure she was raised and trained to be a hunter, but she was still just a human. Amaya opened her mouth to resort with sarcasm, but she stopped when she saw her sister. "Shouldn't you be in class Katō" Saya stated as she put a hand on her hip and stared at the two of them. Amaya felt like she had been caught red handed in holding the Pure-Blood Vampire back from classes. "Is he bothering you Ama? Because if he is," Amaya blushed as her sister glared at the male, she felt like a little girl at the moment, he wasn't really bothering her in fact she had been the one to bother him. "No, he really wasn't-" Amaya was cut short by Kuro who smirked down at Saya. "I would never dream of bothering you or your sister Ms.Prefect." Ama wanted to reach out ans smack him for leading on her sister like that, but Saya seemingly ignored them both. "I have to go meet the Headmaster with Kitty, but please make sure Katō returns to his class on a timely fashion. I know you can handle it sis," Saya layed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her before she turned and walked away.

Amaya watched her walk away, a strange emotionless look set on her face. This was both their last year at the Academy, wen they leave they would be leaving and going on different paths, her sister would embrace the life of a Vampire Hunter, and Amaya would go off to college to study something useless. Saya hadn't seemed to notice that they were slowly fading from one another, but Amaya noticed, and it was painful to watch. It's never to late through.. I could always pick back up with my training and go on and become a Hunter like Saya, I have a weapon.. Amaya frowned deeply before turning on her heel and pulling Kuro with her. "Let's go, your missing class." She ignored his protests as they neared the building and after awhile he fell silent, leaving her to her own thoughts. Slowly Amaya slowed down and ended up stopping in front of the large wooden doors that would lead to the class room of the Night Class.

Kuro cleared his throat, which meant he was about to start speaking again. She rolled her eyes and beat him to the punch line. "Were here, go on get in class." Amaya said nodding towards the door. His face twisted in amusement as he gestured for her to go first. "I do believe you were told to escort me to my class." Kuro said as a sly smile formed on his face. Amaya stared at him for a moment, before scowling and nodding, she had seen how her sister did this, she could pull it off. Without another word to him, she threw open the doors and pulled Kuro into the Class room, all eyes on them. Amaya bowed her head to the teacher and spoke in the same tone her sister used when she was doing her prefect thing.

"I'm sorry to interrupt sir, but I was asked to escort Kuro Katō to his class." She said and the teacher nodded his head before the class became deathly silent and the teacher turned to look at the students, confusion in his face before he suddenly started to..shake? "Lord Sacrilegious, is there something the matter?" He asked, making her turn ever so slightly to look up where everyone else was looking. Sacrilegious sat in a chair with his elbows on the arm rests, a strange glint in his eyes that made her feel strange. "Soon, it would." He said and the vampires around him started in confusion and curiosity. Amaya tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, and watched him with an emotionless expression, not wanting to give away what she was thinking. She turned back towards the teacher and bowed her head once more before speaking. "I'll leave you to your class." Ama said in the same prefectish voice that her sister used, and then she turned on her heel and walked out of the class, shutting the doors behind her.

This school will be the end of me.. Amaya sighed.

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"What is this feeling deep inside of me? Why does it only grow when you're around?"




Saya felt something warm cover her, a softness she could only describe as pleasant. A light smile crossed upon her face as she drew the warmth closer to her being. The light rising of her chest and the faint breathing signaled that she was still asleep, tired from the lack of rest. And it was then an image appeared in her mind. A pair of crimson eyes focused on her being. They flashed a brilliant vermilion before retaining the reddish brown originality they held. And yet, these eyes seemed so familiar. She could hear words, but couldn't make them out. Her face twisted into a terrified frown as the eyes began to melt, turning into a thick crimson liquid as they flowed down a fountain of nothingness.

She tried to scream, but her voice was caught in a hitch. It felt as if someone had taken her vocals out and replaced them with the sound of a light breeze. A woman's voice called out to her, but she couldn't make out the words. Then, a man's voice. Before she could react, a sound caused her eyes to immediately snap open, drowned by the onslaught of light that peered into the kitchen she found herself in. She sat up, holding the blanket closer to herself as she surveyed the area. A figure in front of her along with the smell of different aroma's filled the atmosphere as Saya took in a deep breath. Immediately, her head snapped back to the figure and as gracefully as she could, managed to stumble to her feet.

"Kuran-san, what are you doing here?" she questioned, her eyes showering confusion. Of course it was a void question as she was in the kitchen of the campus and he had a right just as any to be there. She shuffled uncomfortably in the President's presence, pulling the blanket closer around her form before her senses were overwhelmed again. He seemed to be making breakfast and the aroma's were throwing her senses off, but the smell was so appealing. The unsettling growl of her stomach caused her to laugh nervously and a light pink dusted her cheeks. She cleared her throat in an effort to regain her composure as she watched the Kuran prepare a meal. It seemed he was making a meal fit for two people.

"You must really be hungry too," she stated, peering over his shoulder so that she could catch a glimpse of what he was cooking. An odd sensation of familiarity washed through her being as he prepared his meal. She frowned slightly as she couldn't place the feeling, but it was so familiar. It was as if she had known him her whole life, and yet; she barely knew a thing about the Kuran. She had grown up in the Takagi family, as a Takagi. Her mother was Yukina Takagi and her father Kazuma Takagi. She even had a twin sister who she shared nothing but the color of her eyes.

Before she could linger any longer on the thought, she removed herself from behind Takeru and made a bee line for the chocolates. She stared at them, confused as to how they were neatly arranged. "I could have sworn," she muttered to herself before dismissing the thought and grabbing the bag with an orange bow tied to it and the one with the purple bow. She made her way back to Takeru's side and handed the boy the sweets.

"I am not the best at baking, but I do hope you like them," she stated, a smile sweeping over her face with a light dusting of pink across her cheeks following after as she held out the orange bow tied bag. It was slightly true that she couldn't bake, but she could cook just as well as any chef. Having been raised with a father and two siblings to feed, cooking came natural to her, but baking was just on a whole different level.

"And these are for Sacred since you see him more often than I do," she continued, handing him the bag with the purple tie. She still couldn't dismiss the feeling of normalcy around the Kuran. Something about his presence seemed to calm her and it was a feeling she enjoyed as only one other person had managed to bring that out in her: Ekaterina. The smile seemed to brighten as she thought fondly of the russian prefect whom she was growing more attached to every day. In a way, she had adopted Ekaterina as her second sister, and she loved the girl dearly. Is this what it feels like to have a normal life she thought.

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"Sleepless gliding over the city lights. Watch us flying over the streets tonight."





Amaya had walked into her dorm at some early point in the morning, she had to share a dorm with her sister and Ekaterina, since her sister had insisted and the headmaster hadn't seemed to bothered by the idea, he was most likely hoping she would want the job of a prefect at some point in the year. Amaya silently moved around the room because she did notice that Ekaterina was in a rather peaceful looking slumber, and she hadn't wanted to bother the girl. Ama showered and changed into a white long sleeved button up shirt, a pair of black jeans, black sneakers and a red tie. She was planning on coming back before classes to change into her uniform, since she wasn't really one to brake the dress code, than again she hadn't slept all night, which was clear because of the dark bags under her eyes and how her skin looked a little paler than normal.

She sighed deeply and silently left the room. She had left her long dark brown hair down so it could dry and look decent later in the day. Ama had a lot on her mind, with all of the up coming events, and of course the holiday that all of the students would be going crazy about, she wasn't to sure if it would be such and enjoyable day with all the screaming and shouting, but she always had the chocolate to look forward to, her sister usually always made her chocolate, it was the highlight of the day every year for Ama. She sighed quietly and walked outside, the sun wasn't up yet, she had a lot of free time on her hands that she should have used for sleeping, but she couldn't, she felt to restless.

After a rather long walk around the school campus, and a short visit to her little garden to check on all of her flowers, she somehow ended back up in the headmasters main building, where all of maybe two professors slept and where Saya, Ekaterina, and herself slept. She personally loved the building because, through it only had one bathroom master bathroom for six people to fight over in the mornings(she often fought with the female professor that had moved out of the building last year..)it was in fact, a rather interesting living style they all had going on. To be honest, Amaya wasn't sure where the Headmaster lived, but she was certain it was somewhere on the third floor, most likely right above their room. Ama frowned as she entered the kitchen, there her sister was, surrounded by chocolates and covered up with a green blanket. Sleeping. Amaya blinked a few times, looked around making a confused face, and then turned back towards her sleeping sister, and shrugging carelessly. She sneaked into the kitchen, grabbed a breakfast bar, and then snuck back out of the kitchen, there was no need to bother Saya when she never got any sleep to begin with.

Amaya retreated to the living room, where she collapsed onto the couch and carelessly threw a hand over her eyes, her breakfast bar resting on her stomach. "Maybe..I'll just close my eyes for a bit.." She mumbled, and layed there for about twenty minuets before she sat up, the bar falling to the ground with a dull thump. "It's useless.." Ama hissed while brutally rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. She just couldn't settle down her mind, it was most likely everything that was going on that was causing her such restlessness.

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“For every good reason to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth."



Sergei awoke no more than an hour after he had settled onto his sofa, still somewhat fatigued but restless. He had learned quite some time ago that it was better for him to just remain awake and do something productive rather than force matters when he found himself in such a state. It was quite common, actually, something he attributed to whatever strange facet of his metabolism that caused him to process blood so much faster than he should. Well, it didn’t seem to be any worse than an irritation, so it was not as though it particularly concerned him.

Rising to his feet, he took up the stack of ungraded papers from beside the sofa, tucking them under his arms. Running a hand through his hair unconsciously, he looked around, then decided he might as well take his work out into the common living area. It was usually unoccupied at this time of day, but people would occasionally walk by, and it was a particularly thin sort of succor, just enough to stave of his seemingly-permanent sense of loneliness. It had always seemed that no matter how many people he surrounded himself with, he never quite lost the feeling that he was quite alone. It was better that way, of course—nobody deserved to be burdened with him, however lightly, though naturally it was impossible to avoid bonds altogether.

So he was grateful for the few friendships he had and reminded himself not to seek more of them.

With his free hand, he took his kettle from a shelf, opening his door and stopping when he unexpectedly encountered something else—another bag of chocolates. How strange; he was quite certain this was one of those he’d seen beside Takagi-san’s person. That was remarkably kind of her, though he hoped she hadn’t felt obligated. Sergei was under the (quite mistaken) perception that any and all sweets he received on this day were given out of obligation. If he’d ever bothered to discuss the matter with other teachers, he’d have learned that it as not a common practice to give the obligatory chocolates to members of staff, but as it was, he remained blissfully ignorant of this fact. Just as well—it would have mortified him to know differently.

Deftly adjusting the other items he was carrying, he put these inside as well, then headed back out to the kitchen. On the way, he passed the communal living room, noting the presence of the other Takagi twin inside it. Shaking his head just a tad, he headed into the kitchen, placing the kettle on the stove and retrieving the teapot from its cabinet, along with his peculiar brew of herbal tea. It was an exotic mix, with a light, somewhat fruity taste to it that refreshed the palate rather than weighing it down. Apparently, his father had made a few years’ study of tea, wine, and other human beverages somewhere in his seemingly-endless lifespan, and his creation had reaped the benefits, so to speak.

By this time, Takeru and Saya were both long gone, little evidence of their presence left behind save their familiar scents. The dishwasher had also stopped running, and so he replaced all the things where they belonged with a kind of easy meticulousness as he waited for the water to boil. It whistled shortly after he was done, and he transferred the boiling water to the pot, along with the tea itself, so that it could steep properly. This and two cups, he set neatly on a tray with a light breakfast pastry—strudel, this time. It was Ekaterina’s favorite, and all he currently had. He hoped Amaya would not mind.

Treading lightly, he took himself and his tray to the living room, setting the latter down on the coffee table and planting himself at the end of an armchair, his papers laying over one arm for the moment. “Good morning, Takagi-san,” he greeted kindly, immediately noticing the obvious signs of her fatigue. Good thing the tea was relaxing, then. “I hope you are well?” he inflected the statement as a question, a subtle, unintrusive invitation for her to explain things to him if she weren’t. Of course, it was given so gently that it could hardly even be considered a request, and he wouldn’t mind if she chose to keep her troubles to herself. Her business was her own to attend; he just made a habit of being there if his students needed anything he could give. It was his own subtle form of penance, maybe, though of course there was no repenting sins so extensive as his. There never would be.

Leaning forward, he poured both cups of tea, holding hers out for her to take if she so desired it.




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“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."



Perfectly unaware of her audience, Ekaterina let the last notes fade away from the piano, lifting her fingers gently from the keys and curling them in on themselves. For a long moment, she simply sat there, as though uncertain of something. She couldn’t explain it, but she’d had a sudden feeling of foreboding, and it was sitting ill with her. Occasionally, things like this would happen to her—the last time she’d felt so, her brother had been in a training accident the next day and nearly died. Just thinking of it wracked her with an uncomfortable shudder.

The first time it had happened, her parents had died a week later.

Her shoulders lifted with a deep inhale, and she held it for a few seconds, releasing it and allowing her form to collapse in on itself for a moment, slumping forward so that her forehead rested where people who could see it would usually put their music. That tightness in her chest… it was like being slowly strangled by creeping vines, squeezing her heart and lungs. She dreaded it more every time it happened, because she felt it more acutely every time. It was her own little, pitiful sixth sense, and she’d told nobody about it, not Ivan, not her brother, not Sergei or Saya or Amaya—nobody. She was afraid of it.

Because there was never anything she could do. The last few times, she thought she’d almost been able to tell if it got worse, but she’d been unable to figure out why until it was far too late anyway. “Why torment me?” she whispered to nobody in particular. “I’m not special. I can’t change anything. Must I always grasp at straws? Have I not lost enough for one life?”

It was a petty thought, a selfish thought, and an unworthy one. She hated it, and shook her head, forcing her back to straighten. For all she’d lost, she still had so much. She shouldn’t, couldn’t complain. For a moment, she simply sat, hands folded demurely in her lap, head slightly bowed, but then, almost as if of their own accord, her pale digits again found the keys, and this time struck upon something much less complex. It was an old tune, one that her mother had sung to her when she was a child, a remnant of the faith of her parents. A faith she found beautiful but impossible to share. Her voice nearly failed on the first note, but she corrected for this and found it again, the rest of the words following with the ease they always had. Still, it spoke to how rattled she was that she’d erred at all, and once she had completed the melody, she stood, gently closing the dust cover over the keys and taking up her cane.

Music would not be her solace today.

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Saya ran with such urgency, it caused the students that were in her way to part as if they were the waves parting for Moses. Her eyes were focused, uncaring to the world and she zeroed in on the area where she had seen him. Before she could reach the doors, a hand grasped around her wrists, pulling her back into an embrace from behind. Gasps were heard from around as the figure laid their head onto Saya's shoulder. At that moment, everything seemed to slow down for Saya. The world no longer revolved and everything seemed frozen for her. Slowly, she turned around and her crimson gaze met dull, lifeless blue.

"Kiyo..." she began before he stopped her, placing a pale finger against her lips. By now a group of students were surrounding them, watching as if it were a sappy romance scene straight out of their favorite movie. Kiyoshi pulled her close, face inches away from each other before pulling back. He gave a light smile as Saya stood staring up at him. "I thought you were," she didn't want to finish that sentence. When they told her two years ago that he had disappeared from a mission, her mind automatically thought the worst. She had cried herself to sleep the entire week until she had accepted that fact. Now, here he was, standing there before her as if nothing ever happened.

"I'm sorry," he spoke, running a hand through her hair. Before she could respond, the clearing of someone's throat caused Saya to turn her attention towards who it was. She smiled softly as one of the Day Class students stood, fidgeting in her spot. She was nervous, and the way Kiyoshi's gaze was now fixated on her, caused the female student to blush slightly.

"I'm...I'm sorry, but Prefect Takagi, I need your help," she spoke nervously. Saya glanced at Kiyoshi and gave him an apologetic smile before she followed after the girl. Kiyoshi watched as Saya left, his gaze following her until she was gone. He turned towards the group of girls that lingered about, gazing at the stranger, hoping he might be a transfer before he turned and walked away, the scent of blood filling his senses.

Kiyoshi wandered through the halls of the Academy, following the scent of blood. It was growing stronger as he approached the restrooms. He glanced up at the sign and noticed it was the girl's restroom. He pushed back his thoughts as he removed himself from the area. He would wait for an opportunity later, but for now, he needed to find Saya and speak with her.

As he travelled through the hallways, he passed by classrooms, watching as the Day Students either conversed with each other or with their teachers. It seemed...simple to him. It was nothing like at home, where he was taught differently. As a matter of fact, he was taught nothing of this world. It was always about vampires and their lore, what their weaknesses were and how to fight them. At least when he had...he stopped his train of thoughts before he could continue them and allowed his feet to carry him outside.

"So, it seems like the lonely dog has arrived," a voice called out from behind him. Kiyoshi turned to the source, and if looks could kill, Toru would have already shattered into a million pieces. "Ah, now is that anyway to treat your friend?" Toru chided as he walked next to Kiyoshi, a smile still lingering on his face as he stood with his back to Kiyoshi.

"Come now Kiyo, we have work to do. Oh I do hope you didn't come here just to tell our little secret to your dear cousin now did you?" he questioned, his voice a low and dangerous tone. Kiyoshi kept his gaze in front of him, his eyes turning ever closer into slits. For a second, if someone had dared to get close enough, they would have noticed the crimson flash behind the icy barriers before returning to normal. "No need to get hostile Yoshi," Toru stated nonchalantly. He continued to circle around Kiyoshi who merely stayed in his spot.

"They are having a dance tonight. You and the others need to prepare or else she won't be happy," Toru stated, causing Kiyoshi to clench his fists and turned around, only to see empty space.

Meanwhile, Saya had dealt with the problem the Day Class girl she recognized as Sayuri Inoue. She wanted help delievering chocolates to, surprisingly, a Day Class male whom returned the affections she had secretly held. Saya might not have liked Valentines Day, but it was nice to see when feelings were returned. It felt as if the day was going to be a good one, however; she couldn't chase this forboding shadow that seemed to linger over her. For now, she pushed it aside. The dance would be here soon enough and she needed to ready herself for it.

As time flew by, she found herself staring at the twilight filled sky. It was almost time for the dance. She smiled as she returned to her dorm. Most of the Day Class students were in their own rooms already getting dressed and fixing their appearances. She needed to do the same. Once inside her room, she spotted Ekaterina and greeted her. Amaya was no where to be seen, but Saya figured she must have been cleaning again. She would go find her if she didn't appear within the hour.

"Are you ready for tonight Kitty?"

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"I'm drowning in my own mind. It's so dark and cold...why am I all alone? Please don't let me drown.."





Five hundred and fifty one sheep...five hundred and fifty two sheep...five hundred and fifty three sheep...five hundred and fifty four sheep...five hundred and fifty five sheep...five hundred and fifty six sheep... Amaya let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back into the couch she sat on before running a hand through her hair. It was too early in the morning to be counting sheep. It's clear that method isn't working..what's next? Warm tea maybe..that always helps sooth me a bit, but I'm to tired...but not tired enough to sleep..maybe just some coffee and a cold shower then? Ama opened her eyes and stared up at the cream colored ceiling as a frown slowly made it's way onto her face. "What's wrong with me?" She mumbled aloud, not even a minuet later, a gentle clanking sound filled her ears and she was forced to open her eyes once more. Amaya watched as her favorite teacher, Sergei Rasputinov.

With him he carried a tray into the living room, which he sat down on the coffee table and sat down himself at the end of one of the armchairs, a large stack or papers laying on the other arm. One there tray was two cups, and a breakfast pastry, strudel which Amaya knew for a fact was a certain prefects favorite. “Good morning, Takagi-san,” He siad in the same gentle, and caring voice that made Amaya relax a bit more. "Good morning Rasputinov-Sensei." Amaya said sitting forward and bowing her head ever so slightly to him. She was used to the formals most teachers expected students to use when speaking with them, but most of the teachers at the school were rather curl. “I hope you are well?” It was a question, of course the teacher was worried about her well being, she probably looked like she was..well a vampire that was lacking sleep. Amaya hesitated, she most likely didn't have to tell him, but it would feel rude not to. "I haven't been able to sleep lately..It's not nightmares or anything it's just..."


She trailed off for a moment as he poured tea into both cups and then held out her cup, offering the tea to her. Amaya greatly fully took it and bowed her head ever so slightly in his direction. "Thank you Sensei.." Ama mumbled before taking a sip or the warm beverage. Instantly her body relaxed and she let out a happy sigh as she leaned her head back to rest on the couch, that helped her quite a bit, maybe she would be able to get some sleep before the ball tonight. "...I have a lot on my mind lately....I..." Amaya frowned suddenly and sat up a bit more, turning her head to look at Sergei. "Sensei have you ever had a...bit of information you couldn't tell anyone...like..like a secret...and you cant tell anyone because it's not your secret to tell..and certain people expected you to-" Amaya stopped midsentence and stared down at the tea in her hands. To do something your not sure you want to do..? To kill people...?She bit down on her lip to keep the the thought just that, a thought. It's what he parents had wanted her to do through, they had wanted her to join her brother and sister in hunter job, to kill Vampires and follow orders.
That wasn't what she had really wanted...well...Amaya wasn't sure what she wanted. The only people she could talk to about this kind of stuff would be Night Class students, which wasn't happening anytime soon, her sister,which never worked out well, or the Headmaster, who was always busy.

Amaya was truly alone, and now she was confiding in the schools Literature and Philosophy teacher. Amaya bit down on her lip harder until she could taste the faint coppery flavor of her blood, which she drowned out quickly with a another sip of her tea that burned her tongue and scorched her throat. She wanted to say she was sorry, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She was on the brink of tears because of the stress, and all she wanted to do was at least try and help her sister out, because she knew she never got any sleep with her prefect job, Ama cant help but wonder if Saya and Ekaterina would be able to get more rest if she hadn't burdened her family and chose a different life. She felt responsible for their suffering, and she really just wanted to go to sleep.

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“I hope that someday, I’m exactly what someone needs."



Kitty presently found herself sitting at the edge of her bed again, absently rubbing the ears of the lazy dog who hadn’t moved all day. The repetitive motions were something she found soothing, and they helped to ease her disquiet. She had a feeling she should tell someone… something. But who would have any reason to believe her vague feelings? She was known for being steady, quiet, but a bit melancholy, and perhaps this would just be another of those little moments, when the girl who could not see missed something. Silly Kit. Everything will turn out okay in the end, you’ll realize that eventually I’m here; what could possibly go wrong?

She envied the confidence of people who could say such things. Her own assurance, her steady, still-water calm—it was as fragile as the mask she held in her free hand, all delicate gold threads and filigree in silver. Her index finger ran over the surface of it, the textures something that she appreciated much more than most people would have. But she’d had to ask what color it was. She missed color.

Dmitri had been by, and with him, his kind lover, and she had taken one look at Kitty, still in her modest school uniform, and declared that she needed to be dressed up a little for the occasion, for how often did young girls get to go to balls? Elise had waxed poetic about fairy tales and wonderful endings and love, and Ekaterina had simply listened, smiling slightly, the discomfort weighing down upon her shoulders like tangible lead weights. She was innocent, people said, naïve about how the world worked. She would grant them that, it was true enough.

But even so, she’d stopped believing in happy endings a long time ago.

Not for other people, just herself. It was fine, though—she didn’t need such things. If nothing else, she’d proven that she could endure suffering repeatedly, and still survive. Whether she lived was anyone’s guess, but she survived. Every member of House Rasputinov was the same, in a way. They were survivors. Rarely celebrated, occasionally gossiped about, but largely ignored. And yet, as she’d learned, every time the wars abated and the dust cleared, they still stood. “Promise me, Katya. Promise me that when the choice comes between life and death, you will choose life. It will be harder—it is always harder to live and be left behind than to die. But you must choose to live anyway.”

So she lived, and she consented to allow Elise to thread a cluster of three soft-petaled lilies into her hair, above her left ear. White lilies, apparently, because it was the color that suited her most. Clean, fresh, pure, innocent. Untainted. She’d refused to wear anything but the ordinary uniform, though. She wasn’t attending this event as a guest—she was a prefect, and she needed to be able to act like one. So she’d don a mask as everyone was required, but she would not doll herself up for all of nothing and nobody. There had been sadness in Elise’s tone when she at last relented, but Dmitri had stopped the discussion with a hand to his beloved’s shoulder. “Let her do as she likes, Elise. Katya knows what she’s doing.” The confidence had warmed her, and in the end even Elise had understood, apologizing for her forwardness.

They were gone now though, both hunters needing to make their own preparations for event security. When Saya entered, Kitty knew it was her, from the distinctive cadence of her gait, and she stood in a rustle of fabric, smiling for her friend’s sake. She knew Saya was already less-than-enthused for this event, and now she was, too. But it wouldn’t do any good to stew in their misery. “Good evening, Saya. I am ready to go whenever you are.” Her mask, she slipped into the pocket of her uniform skirt for now, taking up her distinctive cane for the moment instead. There was no way anyone would fail to recognize her at the event anyway—she was the only blind student in the school, after all.

It was only fair—masks couldn’t hide anything from her, either.




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“I suppose I probably don’t understand any better than anyone else… I just listen more."



Sergei sat further back in his seat, propping his elbows on the arms of it and grasping his teacup lightly with one hand. Fine china had been… difficult to handle, once upon a time, before he understood the measure of his own strength and how to cap it to deal with everyday situations. It was a particular kind of studied delicacy that lent him an elegance he had not always possessed. Even so, he’d never felt it was truly his. Not in the same way the strength and the violence was his. Ivan liked to insist that it was just so—that he could and did have both precisely because of what he was, but he could not claim the same surety in the matter.

Perhaps unfortunately, he knew exactly what she was saying—and what she was not saying. “It is truly a tragedy that one so young should know what that feels like,” he said, without even the slightest hint of mocking. Indeed, he was taking her problem as seriously as she was, if not moreso, as he understood too well where it might lead.

Blowing softly on the tea, he raised the cup to his lips and took a slow sip, and using the moment to contemplate what response, if any, he could give her. “Yes,” he said at last, “I have kept many such secrets.” He let that linger a moment, sipping again and sighing, just a bit.

“I think, Takagi-san, that the struggle to balance remaining true to ourselves with doing as others expect of us is never an easy one to navigate. The answer, if there is one, is different for every person. But no matter what else might be, the most we can ask of ourselves is to do what we deem best as well as we can. Anyone who demands more is being unreasonable.” Perfection was unattainable. This was simple fact. It never stopped people from expecting it of one another, and this was something he did not understand.

“I do not know if it will help you, but I have always found some solace in a particular method. I have to distinguish between the things I can control and the things I cannot. You can’t control what other people think or ask of you, but you can control how you react, what you choose to do about those opinions and those demands. Only you get to decide how important they are to you. Those things that I cannot control, I have to learn to let go of. The things I can, I am therefore free to devote my time and energies to.” It wasn’t perfect, of course, and he was not putting it forth as though it was. But in the end, each of them was a finite being, and it was better to do the things that one wished to do to a high standard than to try and do everything, only to struggle to the point of self-destruction. It was never so easily done as said, but perhaps it would be of some small help to her all the same.

“You aren’t alone, Takagi-san. There are people who care for you, who would do their utmost to help you if ever you needed it. At times, it is difficult to see the people who walk beside you, but they are always there.” His eyes dropped to the brown liquid in his cup, and this statement must have triggered a thought, for he smiled almost imperceptibly.

“If nothing else, I’m sure listening to me wax philosophical like this has put you in more of a state of mind to sleep?” His humor, quiet as it was, carried a note of self-effacement. “I hope you know that if ever you feel comfortable speaking of such matters to me, you are more than welcome to do so. It is a function I have served before.” And still did, to some.

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"It seems you are. If you'll give me a few, I need to get ready myself. Or, if you get tired of waiting, I will meet you there," Saya returned, giving her friend a smile before heading towards the bathroom. In honesty, she wouldn't blame Ekaterina if she wanted to get to the dance and start patrolling or enjoying herself. She didn't want her to wait while Saya took her time. Her mind was still pre-occupied with Kiyoshi and the shower would help her relax a bit. By the time she was finished, Saya managed to dress herself in a simple black dress and grabbed the crimson colored mask. She pulled the top part of her hair into a loose bun, allowing it to fall just slightly with her bangs hovering in her face. She swept them to the right side of her face and held them with a dragonfly clip given to her Kiyoshi so many years ago as their promise to each other.

The Headmaster's voice still echoed through her mind as she thought of todays events. Although Ekaterina and herself were to enjoy the dance as much as possible, they were still there to keep watch over the day students and night students. A smile pulled at her lips if only for a second before she sighed. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she placed the Artemis Rod in it's spot on her leg and made her way towards the music that began to play softly. It was only a matter of minutes before she arrived at the hall where the dance was being held. Her eyes swept across the room and took note of Takeru and Sacrilegious, both males standing by each other with Moirae, Sacred's servant. A smile pulled at her lips as she made her way to a corner. She could keep a better eye on the students from where she was situated, and admire the sights before her. They had really outdone this dance, going so far as to have everything look seemingly perfect.

Before long, the sun had taken it's bow and allowed the moon to shine through. Most of the day class students were dressed in a rather interesting outfit. She liked it somewhat as it had originality and flare. As soon as the music started, she watched as the students began to dance. It made Saya feel like she couldn't dance at all, which was true. She had two left feet and couldn't dance to save her life, however; that did not deter Kiyoshi, who was adorned in a simple white tuxedo and matching mask, from approaching her.

"Care to," he asked, a monotonous tone to his voice. Saya smiled as she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor. As the song played, Saya allowed Kiyoshi to take the lead before she leaned in closer to him. He had a hard time restraining himself as she exposed her neck to him. He wanted so much to sink his pearly whites into the soft flesh of his cousin and drain her, but he couldn't. His fangs were exposed and he rested his head in the crook of her neck. He could feel Toru's intense gaze on him. It made talking to Saya so much harder than it was. He wanted to tell her...tell her everything and to keep her safe, but he couldn't. The hold on him was like a chain that wouldn't break...and it was killing him.

"Where were you," she asked, her voice calm and on the verge of shaking. She hadn't seen him in so long and finally being able to hold him again, it made her happy. Kiyoshi glanced at Saya, kissing her on the forehead before he removed himself from her grasp and walked away, his eyes shining a vibrant crimson as he exited, leaving Saya confused. What happened to him, she thought as she returned to her corner and held onto the amber carnelian that had once been lodged into Kiyoshi's pocket. She couldn't be distracted, although a weight suddenly felt as if it were laying on her shoulders. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she searched for Ekaterina. The prefect was either somewhere where Saya couldn't see her, or on the dance floor with someone. The thought tugged at Saya's lips for a moment. She would be happy to see Ekaterina dancing with someone. Amaya suddenly popped into her mind as she glanced around for her twin.

"Where is Ama?" she muttered to herself.

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"It's better to cry than to be angry, because anger hates others, while tears flow silently, and often go unnoticed."





Amaya watched Sergei as he sat further back in his seat, and propped his elbows on the arms of it while holding his cup of tea.
“It is truly a tragedy that one so young should know what that feels like,” he said making her look away from him, she was trusting him with something like this and she didn't even know why. She could feel the tears building up in her like they were going to burst through at any moment, and all she could do was hold them in, she did not want to cry in front of her teacher.

“Yes,” he said after what seemed to be a very long time. “I have kept many such secrets.” Amaya's head jerked up at that, and for a moment she was completely confused, what did he think she was talking about, surly he just thought she was talking about maybe family issues..not Vampire through..

“I think, Takagi-san, that the struggle to balance remaining true to ourselves with doing as others expect of us is never an easy one to navigate. The answer, if there is one, is different for every person. But no matter what else might be, the most we can ask of ourselves is to do what we deem best as well as we can. Anyone who demands more is being unreasonable.” She stared at him for a long moment, struggling to take in his words.

“I do not know if it will help you, but I have always found some solace in a particular method. I have to distinguish between the things I can control and the things I cannot. You can’t control what other people think or ask of you, but you can control how you react, what you choose to do about those opinions and those demands. Only you get to decide how important they are to you. Those things that I cannot control, I have to learn to let go of. The things I can, I am therefore free to devote my time and energies to.” Once more she was rendered speechless, she understood what he meant, there was nothing she could do about what her parents wanted her to do, or what he sister was going through, through it was her fault, there was nothing she could do. But there is... Amaya clenched her fists in her lap and looked down, the tears building up once more. She could do what her sister did, and become a hunter.

“You aren't alone, Takagi-san. There are people who care for you, who would do their utmost to help you if ever you needed it. At times, it is difficult to see the people who walk beside you, but they are always there.” Amaya looked back up as him for a moment before she tiredly layed out on the couch, she was still watching him from the coroner of her eye as he smiled almost imperceptibly.

“If nothing else, I’m sure listening to me wax philosophical like this has put you in more of a state of mind to sleep?” She couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at his humor. “I hope you know that if ever you feel comfortable speaking of such matters to me, you are more than welcome to do so. It is a function I have served before.” Amaya looked up towards the ceiling as he said this, and one tear escaped her eye before she could wipe it away. Talking with him made her feel better, and his was right, he had put her at a more peaceful state of mind, which was fit for sleep. Amaya closed her eyes as sleep slowly pulled her in, but not before she spoke. "Rasputinov-Sensei...thank you...I'm sorry for bringing the burden of my issues on you...please forgive...me..." Her voice slowly faded as she was pulled deeper and deeper into a surprisingly calm and peaceful sleep, she felt safe and guarded, and she was sure it had something to do with the company she kept and the tea she had finished before drifting off. One thought did stick with her through, what had he meant by saying he had kept such secrets before?

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“Shall we, only once, for the sake of the occasion?"

“If it must be, then it shall, but my reluctance weighs heavily..."


Sergei would perhaps have responded to Amaya, told her that her problems were no burden at all to him, but the words, quietly murmured, were likely beyond the hearing of her somnolent mind. He had not missed the sudden saline scent of a tear escaping her, but he’d chosen to allow her the dignity of such things remaining unmentioned, and the respite of sleep. In the end, he sat there a while, moving through his grading while the student slept peacefully on the sofa, but in time, he had to leave to make preparations.

At the very least, he could go with the knowledge that she was still sleeping soundly, and so he collected the remnants of the tea and pastries and took them to the kitchen, cleaning all of them before retreating to his own quarters for a few hours’ rest before preparations were required on his behalf as well.

While Ekaterina had chosen to wear the ordinary school uniform to this occasion, he had no such option, and instead donned the required formal wear, in his case, a darkly-colored tuxedo with a red vest and a crisp white shirt. He departed so as to be quite early to the event, but the students in charge of the event were handing out their flowers already, and he was given one regardless of his gentle attempts to refuse on the grounds that he was not a student and therefore it would be improper for him to carry a thing with such a meaning. Sighing, he tucked it into his jacket pocket anyway, deciding that at the very least, the color was a nice compliment to his ensemble.

It was not long before his little ‘sister’ entered, accompanied by Saya, and the two split off to linger in separate corners, something that he thought was a shame for both of them. But of course, prefect duties had to take precedence; there was still a chance that such things could go quite wrong. Sergei danced with a few of the female faculty members, but he refused any such offer from a student, a piece of news that thankfully spread quickly and allowed him some reprieve. Nodding to Dmitri as the young man passed with his fellow hunter Elise, he made his way to the refreshments table, checking to make sure that the blood tablets stocked under the it (available upon discreet request for the students of the Night Class) were still at acceptable levels, and to exchange pleasantries with the student assigned to take orders for them.

In the meantime, Ekaterina hadn’t much moved from her corner. The gentle sliding of silk surrounded her, along with the music from the professional orchestra that had been hired for the event, and she gathered that everyone was quite well-dressed for the event. Not her though—but then, she’d intended it that way. Her hand went to the lilies in her hair, and she smiled ruefully. Such a strange thing to do, to kill a flower to decorate a person. It wasn’t like she could appreciate the way they looked, and she rather doubted anyone else would. But oh well. It had seemed to make Elise quite happy, and she did like doing small things for people like that. The smiles she could hear in their voices were always such lovely things—nobody sounded ugly when they smiled, and she doubted they looked that way, either.

“May I?” A bass-toned male voice asked playfully, and she shook her head at her brother—or rather in the direction of his words.

“There’s no need for such a thing,” she replied with a small sniff. She would not be invited to the dance floor out of pity for her obvious wallflower status. She might be a humble, simple girl, but she had her pride even so.

Dmitri snorted. “You’re more stubborn than anyone gives you credit for, Katya.” There was a small admonishment there, but she ignored it. He was always trying to do this, to make her open herself up more to the world around her, because he’d never understood how hard it could be for someone like her. He was strong, resilient, and so if he was hurt, he could just bounce back and keep on going. Ekaterina wasn’t. She was fragile, and she knew it. If someone dropped her, she would shatter, utterly and irrevocably. The very notion of placing her trust, full and complete, in someone else’s hands was terrifying. She would allow friends and family bits and pieces of herself, but to impart everything she was unto another living being was inconceivable.

“Anyway, I actually came here to tell you that the soloist for the next number came down with a cold and can’t do it—the school asked me to find someone to replace her. Will you?” As the substitute music teacher, Dmitri had some authority over the evening’s entertainment, though he was here predominantly as a hunter.

“And I suppose you waited this long to ask because you wished me to be unable to refuse?” she murmured, knowing that he was playing off her inability to not help when she was needed. “You know I don’t perform in front of people, Dmitri.” She didn’t like doing so—it made her nervous and she disliked the feeling of too many eyes on her. It was something her brother had never really understood. Besides, Ivan didn’t take well to the idea of his little nightingale singing for the masses. It was an eccentricity of his that she wasn’t particularly fond of, but as it coincided with her own wishes, she never fussed about it.

“Right in one, Katya,” Dmitri agreed shamelessly, and she could hear the mirth in his tone. “But I got Dad’s permission for this one, so you don’t really get to use that excuse this time. Sergei’s already agreed to help—I talked with him earlier. I’ll be playing as well, so it’ll be a family affair. Just once, just so everyone here will know what you’re really made of.”

It was then that she really perceived the point behind the request: he was trying to get her to open up again. Kitty was torn between feelings of frustration and warmth. In his own way, Dmitri was trying to make her life easier, but she didn’t want him to. Sighing, she nodded. There was nothing else to be done. “Very well—just one.” She did not think her glass heart would be able to take more than that.

Five minutes later, the siblings were arrayed on stage. Sergei sat elegantly at the piano, though he’d been informed his voice would also be required for the occasion. If it made Kitty more comfortable, he was willing to do it, though. Flanking her other side, Dmitri had temporarily taken leave of his duties to seat himself behind a finely-wrought cello, his own instrumental specialty. Behind them all, the orchestra was arrayed to lend its assistance, but there was no mistaking that the three of them were the centerpiece of this particular number.

Front and center, Ekaterina stood, hands clasped before her. It was probably good that she couldn’t see the number of people in the room, though she chose to assume that they would all simply continue dancing and not notice her at all. She had no microphone, for she needed none. Trying to relax her shoulders, she stood tall, and with a nod, signaled Sergei to count them in. The song she’d chosen was not terribly different from the one the soloist had been slated to perform, and in this way, perhaps just maybe only a few people would be able to tell the difference.

Luckily, Sergei’s part was actually first, which gave her time to quell the trembling in her limbs. Listening to her foster-brother’s smooth tenor nearly took her back into the practice room, when he’d been teaching her the very art that she now loved so much. She clung to the thought, as it allowed her to continue with less discomfort than she would otherwise have been feeling. The song was slow, and given to the waltz, and had she been listening, she would have known that many couples were drawn to the floor for the elegant dance of whirling circles and grace. And why not? The waltz was one of her favorites as well, though for obvious reasons, she could not manage it with anyone who didn’t know the steps very well. With a decent partner, however, she was quite good herself.

The last notes of the song faded out, and honestly, Ekaterina wasn’t sure whether she’d garnered any applause or not, for she exited the stage as soon as she was able, leaving the other two to take their bows if there were any to be had. Navigating swiftly with her cane, she found her way back to the corner she’d previously occupied and sat, face tinged the barest pink with lingering traces of embarrassment.

Never again, not in public. It was more difficult than she’d remembered. It felt like she was exposing just the smallest sliver of her soul, and it hurt.

A while later, both Dmitri and Sergei reappeared as well, taking up rounds along the sides of the ballroom, a presence so that the students would know there was someone to go to with any issues.

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I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.





Amaya woke up alone in the living room, the tea and tray had been removed, and so had Sergei. Slowly she sat up and stretched for a moment, before walking towards her room. She took a shower to relax a bit, and so she could get ready for the Ball, through she was already late, and she didn't have a dress to wear, at least she would smell nice. Ama snorted as she wrapped a towel around her body and headed towards the closet to see if there was anything to wear in there. She back tracked through, and stared with wide eyes down at the bed, where a long black dress lay neatly on her bed. There was no note with the dress, saying who it was from, but she eagerly took it and put it on anyway along with theblack mask

The dress was sleeveless and exposed her neck and shoulders, it went to her ankles and hugged her stomach and chest fondly. She wore a thin black ribbon choker as a necklace and black heels that made her an inch or two taller than normal. She left her hair down, and it fell down a little past her waist line in natural little waves. She put on very little make up, which would only be mascara and a bit of eyeliner, along with a tad of lip gloss, but that was all, her cheeks were a natural rosy color at the moment and she had no zits that needed to be covered. Amaya gathered a little bit of her dress in each of her hands and slowly made her way out of her room, then the building, and outside towards the ball.

The air had a bit of a chill to it, but it was nothing anyone would freak out over, it was actually kind of nice at the moment. The moon lit the stone pathway and music and happy chatter could be heard as she neared the doors. Before Amaya entered the large ball room, she put her mask on, which didn't really cover her face, but it was elegant and beautiful in a strange way. Amaya stepped into the ball room and quietly walked around the room, not paying much attention to any of the dancing and declining all her asked her to dance, which had been several Day Class boys, and quite to Amaya's uncomfortable, several Day Class girls. She was mostly just admiring how the Night Class students were truly trying to make nice with the Day Class and all of the hard work everyone had put into the decorations.

Amaya did notice the strange feeling that enclosed the air of the dance as she turned towards the window and saw the once blue moon fade to a glowing red that made her skin crawl and her heart thud painfully in her chest. She had the feeling something truly horrible was on the way...and there was nothing she, or anyone else could do about it.

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|"If you take my hand, I assume you are mine for eternity."|




Takeru was already catering to the various requests of the female students. As a proper gentleman that he is, he did not refuse and politely accepted their desires. However, the camellia situated firmly on his chest pocket was never given to any of the females he had escorted. He could see some of disappointed looks from his dance partners. Yet, he could not bring himself to give such a token of affection so listlessly. Even if, this event was organized with a good thought of a break and fun. Emotions such as passion and love should not be taken so lightly. Speaking of which, the warlock as he described the pure-blood was seated at the corner. Beside him, Moirae stood much like the loyal servant that she is. He could see that some of girl from both classes wanting to have the opportunity to dance with the purple prince. Yet, Sacred who would openly flirt would not even yield to a favor of a dance which was quite interesting. They cannot even hope to approach him. Perhaps, he is the loyal type. Perhaps, he would only dance with Ageha.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Takagi-san, the prefect, was dancing with someone. Well, he did not know the male but he was glad to see Saya enjoying herself at least. The prefects may be on guard duty, however it does not mean they are not allowed to participate. In the end, they are still students of Cross Academy and this ball was for them. Taking a break, the amicable Student President approached Sacred and released a small sigh. "You know, this is a ball for dancing, right?" Eyes of glistening mauve nonchalantly gazed at Takeru. "I can see that." His answer made Takeru shook his head in disappointment. "You should have invited Ageha, like I told you." Hearing the Shirabuki princess' name, the pure-blood closed his eyes and leaned elegantly upon his chair. "She has no purpose to be here. Or, do you want to see her that much?" An amused smile decorated his face as Takeru had a light pinkish hue staining his cheeks. "I told you! It's nothing like that! Just dance with someone already! Take Moirae." With that said, he left the pure-blood with a huff.

Sacred smiled brightly at Takeru's reaction and then glanced at Moirae who watched the entire interaction in amusement. "You heard him, would you like to dance with me?" Blue eyes looked at him in such an undefinable silence. Soon, it was broken with a small smile and a shake of the head. "No, thank you. I would only dance with Master if he gives me the camellia." The pure-blood shrugged at this and then looked at the students dancing so giddily. "You make a tough bargain." Moirae lowered her head for a moment to hide a somewhat sad expression before smiling brightly. "I learned from you." Hearing her answer, he could not help but smile with a certain mystery to it. "What a good student you are." His eyes then wondered to the stage where a rather interesting event had began to unfold. There on the stage were the three tools of Ivan. He does wonder what that person intend to bring them to him. It is not like he would get himself involve with those useless affairs.

Although, he would give Ivan one thing. The blind princess was a delight to listen to. Closing his eyes, he let the girl's voice surround him. Moirae took noticed of this and then looked back at the girl donning of uniform. Her expression soften to a degree as if coming to a realization as her eyes of blue lingered on her Master once more. "She has a wonderful voice." It was not loud enough to be heard by anyone but she was certain the pure-blood would have picked it up. Once the song ended, Sacred opened his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "Is that so?" Moirae smiled at this answer knowing that her Master was the kind that never admits candidly and even if cornered would rather bite his tongue off.

On the dance floor, Takeru was once more dancing accompanying the whims of his female schoolmates. When a woman who had certain presence he could not ignore approached him. "Prince charming, will you dance with me?" The woman who hid her face behind the mask reached out her hand to him. Her eyes sparkling green seemed to hold a secret which attracts him. Somehow, he cannot oppose or say anything else. As a result, he took the hand. "As you wish, princess." He said with a small smile and they both danced to a particular song that was never part of the program. The hired orchestra fret as someone else took over them. Its melody played and for some reason, he could not help but be captivated by the woman who was dancing with him.

"Are you falling in love with me?" The woman started which made Takeru blushed and fervently shook his head. "Eh!? It's nothing like that! Ah, I don't mean you're not lovely or anything..." She smiled at him and gave a soft giggle for his reaction. Their dance continued on while others who were also dancing noticed something mesmerizing about the pair. As a result, they came to a stop as well and contented themselves to watch the two. "You are adorable. No wonder he adores you." This statement of hers caused him to wonder who she was pertaining to. "He?" Those emerald green eyes suddenly became closer to him as her arms wrapped around his neck. He would have politely pushed her away but, he somehow could not command his body to obey at the moment. Instead, he allowed such an intimate gesture which normally he would not. Her lips were closed to his ear. "You took my hand, it means I can steal you away from him, right?"

There was no denying it. Takeru was confused about what this mysterious woman was talking about. May be, she was mistaking him for someone else. However, he had a feeling it was not the case at all. A voice in his head was telling him to run. Yet, there was still something that glued him to his spot. "I don't know what you're saying. Who is he?" He felt her mouth so dangerously closed to the crook of his neck. Her breath tickled him causing certain shivers to run all over his body. "Don't be afraid. This would not hurt at all... for me." Everything stopped in that haze, the time even the music, as he felt a paralyzing sensation overwhelming him. "Do not touch him with your filth. Trash." Those words brought a feeling of security and due to the construction of the hall, it made the voice be heard all through out. Following that, he heard the sound of something breaking which was actually the woman's mask which had now fallen to the floor in pieces like a broken vase.

The said attack was comprised of a steel wire wrapped with an energy filled with deadly intent aimed for her head. Fortunately, she was able to dodge in a mere second by jumping through the air much like an acrobat despite her gown that should impede her movements. Nevertheless, she landed perfectly and graceful on the ground as if a ballerina or more like a swan resting its wings on the lake. She was now a good distance from Takeru who was confused of what just happened which was shared by the other students. The moon's crimson light seemingly focused on her form. Raising her head, the face which was hidden by the mask earlier was now fully seen. Indigo blue hair that seemed to entrap light itself shone with an alluring lure. Eyes of neon emerald held a sparkle of amusement and a hidden malice about to be unveiled. She was truly beautiful, no matter what angle one would look at. Standing there donning a flattering white gown of black lace and blue roses, she was like a perfect picture of innocence with the dash of a naughty mystery.

"Is that how you welcome me, my sweet Sinner?" Takeru looked behind him just to confirm who had delivered such a blow or spoke such a tone filled with horrifying threat. He already had an idea but he knew that this person was not that reckless or was he wrong? There, Sacred stood with such a frightening presence. His eyes of brilliant mauve were slowly meshing with the the tint of crimson. This would be the second time he had seen the pure blood like this. Still, it gave him dreadful feeling. "It was just a greeting, my sweet." She continued on as she straightened her gown with an amused smile. "Nothing to get so uptight about. And please, call me Evie. I do still intend to take what you adore as always. But, for now..."

Her eyes slowly looked at the form of Saya. "I want her... and..." Her eyes were now on the form of Amaya. "Her." Directing her eyes to Sacred once more as she asked with such childish expression. "You'll give them to me, right?" After stating that, the lights within the hall suddenly went out. The only illumination was the full crimson moon being seen through the glass roof. Surrounding the entire hall were mad vampires with their eyes of vermilion glowing. "So, shall we dance?" She stated with such a bright smile that was rather terrifying than beautiful for it was so hollow. Moreover, the presence she exuded now was like quicksand of darkness swallowing everyone and everything to the abyss of despair.

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"The world went black, and for a moment, I thought I was lost. Then I heard your voice, leading me out of the darkness. But it only led to the edge of a cliff that I fell from."




Saya smiled whens he spotted her sister and attempted to make her way towards her when a rather dark aura began to fill the area. Her eyes snapped to the center where Sacred stood, his aura a thick, dangerous red as a woman stood. Takeru had also been in the same vicinity and immediately, Saya found herself next to Amaya. She stood in front of her younger sister as the place became surrounded by mad vampires.

Immediately, Saya made for one of them however; she was stopped when a pair of arms surrounded her, almost in a loving embrace that held firmly with no chance of escape. She snapped her head back and spotted Toru, the pure-blood who was her friend, grabbing Amaya as well from behind, twisting her arms so that there was no escape for either of them. Immediately, her eyes met the twisted ice blue gaze of Kiyoshi as he stared down at her, his eyes full of apology that he could not convey. She scanned the area, looking for Ekaterina and Sergei but couldn't see them. She turned to Kiyoshi and pleaded at him.

"Kiyoshi? T.K., what are you doing, let me go!" she shouted as she struggled against Kiyoshi's grasp. The hold on her was a lot stronger than she remembered, and it was then that the pearly white fangs Kiyoshi displayed earlier had not been fake. "Ki-Kiyoshi," the crack in her throat was enough to cause him to look away. Toru's laugh caused Saya to glare at the boy as he placed his hand underneath Amaya's chin and tilted her head to the side.

"You know, for a princess, you really are pathetic" Toru chided as he smiled against the crook of Amaya's neck. He inhaled her scent, his eyes turning a vibrant vermilion as he smiled. Within a split second, he sank his fangs into Amaya's neck, allowing her blood to drip down her neck as he inhaled her blood. Saya's eyes widened in terror as she struggled against Kiyoshi's grasp. She only succeded in twisting her arms in a painful manner.

"Now I see what all the hype was about. Such tasty blood," Toru continued as he mocked Saya. He watched the despair leak from her eyes as he held onto Amaya. A sickening laugh echoed from his throat as Saya could only stare on, feeling the warm tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she continued to try to escape from Kiyoshi's grasp. The male only pulled her closer, leaning his head into the crook of her neck. He whispered to something to her, causing her eyes to widen as a single tear fell from the confines of her eyes.

Meanwhile, Satoshi ran as fast as he could to the hall. He had seen the vampires surrounding the school, however; he had been taking care of something else. He pushed his legs faster before he found himself surrounded by vampires. He glared at them as they stood, their fangs elongated as the look in their eyes gave away their level. Satoshi pulled his fabled gun from it's holster and cocked it.

I do not have time for the likes of you," he stated as the vampiress rushed him, the sounds of gunshot's echoing through the woods.

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"If you make a promise never, ever brake it, because if you do, you'll brake the person that believed you."





Amaya saw her sister smile and start to head in her direction, and she smiled in return, and also began to walk towards her sister, they both stop through when a start aura filled the air. Amaya froze and she felt her body tense, she knew this feel. Her eyes snapped to the center where Sacred stood with a woman at the same time her sister's had, his aura was a thick, dangerous red that sent a chill down Ama's back and made her reach out and grasp her Aint-Vampire sword, if she needed it, she would use it, but at the moment she kept it shrank down in the size of a pen. As soon as Amaya blinked, Saya was next to Amaya. She stood in front of her as the room began to full with mad vampires, making Amaya's breath hitch. Worry for the other human students began to bubble inside of her, but also for her sister, who made for one of the Vampire, ready to attack however; she was stopped when Kiyoshi grabbed her sister from behind. Amaya took a step forward, ready the get her away from her sister, because for some reason he had a strange knew aura about him, but she was stopped by someone grabbing her as well from behind, twisting her arms so that there was no escape, and the pain was horrible. MAaya began to wiggle in the arms that held her, the way her arms were being held was horrible, the man had twins back her arms so her arms were facing his stomach, and all she could do was clutch her Anti-Vampire sword for dear life.

"Kiyoshi? T.K., what are you doing, let me go!" Saya shouted as she struggled just like Amaya. "Ki-Kiyoshi," the crack in her sister's voice made rage boil up inside of Ama, how dare he touch her sister like that, how dare he hurt her! The man holding her laughed which made Saya glare him, Amaya struggled and wiggled around again in his grace, by momentarily stopped when he placed his hand underneath her chin and tilted her head to the side. Amaya's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was about to happen.

"You know, for a princess, you really are pathetic." he said, Amaya now realized who the man was, it was Toru, the Pure-Blood she had thought was good....He smiled against the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent, his nose brushing against her skin. Amaya shivered and became painfully aware of how he pressed his body against her own and how his warm breath washed over her neck. Within a split second, before she could scream or cry out for him to stop, he sank his fangs into her neck, She felt the warm sticky substance of her blood drip down her neck and he inhaled deeply once more, making her wiggle weakly against him. Her sisters eyes widened in terror as she struggled against Kiyoshi's grasp, and Amaya began to feel sick to her stomach, what could she do? They were both so weak and useless, even with all of her training what could she do.

"Now I see what all the hype was about. Such tasty blood..." Toru mocked her sister as he whispered the words into Amaya's ear. She saw the despair leak from Saya's eyes like tears as he held onto Ama and then Toru let loose a sickening laugh deep from his throat, most likely seeing the same thing she had. "Let me go..." She hissed as an idea slowly formed in her head. Amaya looked up in rage as Kiyoshi pulled her sister closer, leaned his head into the crook of her neck and whispered something to her. Amaya hissed at him, a strange noise that came from the back of her throat that she thought only vampires could make.
"Kiyoshi let go of my Onee-Chan!" The unsaid threat hung in the air, she glared at him with so much hate and anger that her eyes seemed black, she had threatened him a very painful death without words, he could see it in her eyes, the protective Vampire part of her that she didn't even know was there.

She tightened her grip on her weapon, through Toru's hold was getting more painful, she willed her grip to tighten until she pushed down on the button that would expand the sword. Without looking away from Kiyoshi, she screamed as loud as she could to the only Pure-Blood Vampire she could think of. "Sacrilegious!!" In that very second, her sword expanded, and shot through Toru's stomach, cutting through his shirt and jacket until it was sticking out of his back side. The blue electricity that expanded out from the sword shocked him as blood fell to the floor, mixing with her own. Amaya twisted her wrist in a painful direction while twisting the sword, causing him as much pain as possible, this wound wouldn't kill him, but it would defiantly knock some sense into Toru. She raised her left foot, and stomped down onto his foot, pressing her heel into his toes as hard as possible. "Let go of my Onee-Chan." She growled again.

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“If I must kill to protect what I hold dear, I shan’t hesitate."

“Why would anyone want to hurt them?"


The unscheduled song was the first clue, and Dmitri and Sergei both picked up on this immediately, their sharp eyes scanning the crowd for anyone who looked like they didn’t belong. For a few minutes, their search was in vain, but it wasn’t long before the blue-haired woman unmasked herself.

Hers was a face Ivan had shown the both of them, and they knew what her presence meant. As Sacrilegious had decided to take that matter into his own hands, the two other men looked to the cluster of mad ones she surely would have brought with her, and they were not disappointed. The childlike woman’s party guests were just as loud, brutal, and crude as one would expect of such creatures, but their presence was sudden, catching most of those in the room off-guard as they burst in through the windows, shattering the stained glass with a great shattering sound, raining the shards down upon the unsuspecting guests, who generally screamed and fled for cover.

“Elise! Get the students out of here!” Dmitri shouted, and his sable-haired lover nodded emphatically, at once moving to direct the startles groupings of humans and vampires alike out the back doors of the building, those that the intruders had not used. Dmitri stooped, pulling from his boots a pair of long knives, spinning them in his hands and settling into a low stance. “I hate the feral ones,” he hissed darkly, and charged directly into the fray.

Sergei was a little more concerned about his students, but even as he looked around, it was obvious that he was not well-positioned to see what was going on, only that Sacrilegious was apparently engaged with their leader. He could neither see nor hear Takeru, Ekaterina, Saya, or Amaya, and the mad ones drew closer. He had to protect as many students as he could.

With a resigned slump to his shoulders, Sergei removed his glasses, placing them carefully into a pocket and closing his eyes. When they opened again, they flashed a sanguine scarlet, and his canine teeth had extended out and over his bottom lip. He carried no weapons, for he needed none. An uncanny snarl ripped its way from his throat, and he launched forward at impossible speed, crashing bodily into the first of the mad vampires. His hand, possessed now of extended claws, crushed the creature’s windpipe with no effort at all, and he sped onto the next.

Whatever these intruders had planned, they would have to do it without their footsoldiers, as he, Dmitri, and the other hunters that had managed to muster themselves in time were for such mad beings an impenetrable wall, and his was a will irresistible. He commanded his opponents to cease, and they would. But at this moment, he preferred the tearing of their flesh to the prostration of their limbs. They would not submit—they would die.

He just had to remember which of the flesh-beings he was not allowed to destroy.

Ekaterina was as surprised as anyone else by the sudden loud crash and entrance of the mad vampires, as she’d been straining to hear what was going on when she’d felt the flare of Sacrilegious’s power. As it was, however, she wouldn’t have much chance to think about any of it, for her keen ears caught the murmured pieces of conversation between the Takagi twins and their captors. Saya, Amaya! Kitty didn’t stop to think about her chances of success—her friends were in danger, and that was all that mattered. Taking just a split second to figure out where the voices were coming from, she bounded in that direction, thankfully clear of any major obstacles, and swung her cane, caching one of the captors, the one that held Saya apparently, over the back of the head with a sharp crack, at about the same time as Amaya was demanding Saya’s release. "Let her go," she echoed.

Unfortunately, the foolishness of what she’d just done only then registered with her. She may have bought Saya enough time and distraction to fight her way free to help Amaya, but she’d surely also signed her own death warrant. Indeed, Kiyoshi turned in her direction with a disdainful sneer, lashing out with one superhuman arm, smacking the human girl with such force that she was lifted from her feet and hurled into a wall, against which her back impacted first, followed by her head.

If Kitty could see anything at all, she would have seen stars. As it was, the pain was splitting, and she felt dizzy, accidentally losing grip on her metal cane in the process and sliding down the wall to the ground. She felt a small trail of blood leave the corner of her mouth and knew that she was bleeding somewhere inside. Still, she laid her palms flat to the floor and pushed herself up, gathering her feet beneath her with painful slowness.

Stop it; you’re just a human! What could you possibly do? her survival instincts yelled at her, but she ignored them. Saya and Amaya were in danger, and possibly her other friends and acquaintances also. She was simply unable to stand by and allow that. Her legs were shaking by the time she reached a full stand, and she had no idea what she was going to do, but she would think of something. Ivan had taught her to be resourceful, and she wouldn’t fail him. She wouldn’t.

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|"These iridescent shackles which could only be seen in the abyss mesmerized me and you, perhaps, being lost with you is the best place I could ever be."|




Screams filled the halls as the mad vampires attacked the people present in the hall. They did not care whether it was a human or a vampire for that matter. The Night Class students took the responsibility to protect the humans undeniably revealing their true nature to the adoring humans. The dream had finally faded and became a nightmare known as reality. It went on like some sort of a twisted melody. In the midst of this chaos, Evie playfully reached out both of her hands to Sacred as if welcoming a child for an embrace. "Come now my sweet Sinner. Remember, the truth of your nature. It is not too late to repent." At the end of her statement, golden butterflies filled the entire room in a dazzling display. These fluttering creatures maybe beautiful but they were empty and these made them frightening. "Even if you broke her heart, it is a fact that only you could fix it."

Takeru was definitely confused and horrified of how the supposedly smooth-sailing ball turned into a terrifying visage of the night. He did not need to be a genius to detect that there was a past between Sacred and this woman who calls herself, Evie. Their conversation and familiarity showed mainly by Evie were enough to establish that. Yet, the one fact which struck him the most was when Evie mentioned about a her. Who was this dangerous stranger pertaining to? It sounded like a lover? Even more so, he cannot just stay here as the humans should be evacuated safely. It was his top priority. Fortunately, the hunters he had requested were on top of it as far as he could see. It was good he asked for such assistance. Looking at Evie who seemed nonchalant of everything, she was definitely a powerful enemy, a pure blood judging by his interaction with her earlier. Remembering the breath trickling on his neck, he instinctively touched that area. It still lingered the sensation she left. "She was going to bite me." In any case, this was above his capabilities at the moment. There was no other choice. He would have to leave this in the hands of another frightening creature, the reluctant pure blood protector of Cross Academy, Sacrilegious.

The butterflies that managed to circle around the purple pure blood dissolved into an illusion of light. It was not that even difficult to do so. This was all due to the aura he exuded which cannot be seen but rather felt strongly. "You come here uninvited. Doing as you please. Trash like you should know your place." There was suddenly a thick pressure surrounding the entire hall. It felt like the air was being choked out of everyone. His eyes of carefree mauve were now glowing eerily with a crimson sheen. There was nothing carefree about them anymore. These changes were enough to conclude that Sacred was not pleased at all or specifically to the presence of Evie. "You are so mean, you didn't have to take it out on my butterflies." She pouted much like a restricted toddler who was not allowed to grab some cookies before dinnertime. This only showed she was unnerved by the chaos ensuing around them or even more so angering Sacrilegious.

"I might need to punish you a little bit." At the exact moment those words left her lips, shadows underneath her elongated or rather moved across the floors with great speed. They immediately sprouted around Sacred rising to the highest point before falling down on him. The collision caused a thundering explosion which was enough to determine the strength of that attack. A dust cloud filled the entire hall while the backlash winds knocked some of the people off their feet. For Takeru he managed to maintain his stand while covering himself with his arms from the consequential shockwave. He could feel some of the debris hitting his skin but it was not enough to cause any kind of injuries. Well, his white attire was now showcasing some smudges from here and there though. In any case, he quickly called out to the pure blood with concern. "Sacred!" As for Evie, she tilted her head to the side while blinking her eyes for a couple of times before breaking into an amused smile. "There you are." As if on cue, the dusts finally settled down revealing Sacred. He was unharmed and not even a speck was on him. His eyes still retained its crimson sheen. It seemed the shadows missed him as the marks of the attack circulated him. But, the floor he was standing on was unharmed.

"You haven't lost your touch. I was worried since I heard you slept like a baby for a long time." This time as a retaliation strings of steel showered above Evie who dodged it effortlessly as if she was doing an acrobatic dance. However, her gown was all but in shambles now. They were torn and tattered and even losing it brilliant white hue. She may be unharmed yet, this was enough to have Evie moved away. There was now a good distance between her and Takeru. "Handle the humans." There was no need for Sacred to look to Takeru's direction. It was enough as the Kuran Heir knew that he was the one being addressed. He should not linger here anymore. In the end, he will just be a distraction and an impediment for Sacred. As such, he gave a stern nod and went on his way to assist the panicking and scared human students. "Eh!? Leaving me already Prince Charming?" Evie called out and was about to drag Takeru however, Sacred stopped her from doing any further with a single steel string that grazed her right cheek. Well, it was supposed to pierce her face dead center. But, she was able to dodge at the last second. She gently reached for her desecrated cheek and smiled wickedly. "Want me for yourself? I'm honored."

"Sacrilegious!!" Hearing his name, his eyes diverted away from Evie only to see the Takagi twins being confined by Toru and someone unknown to him. And for that brief moment, another attack was launched towards him by Evie. This created another explosion completely blinding everyone of what happened to Sacred. "I easily get jealous you know." She said with a rather cold smile. "Look only at me."

As this occurred, Moirae appeared beside Ekaterina who she could see was trying hard. This made the silver-haired female had a small smiled and then placed a hand on the blind prefect's shoulder as if to assure the younger girl. "Good job." With that said, her eyes of deep blue then zeroed on Kiyoshi and Toru's form. "My Master is not very pleased. It is the same with me." It was then different types of knives appeared out of nowhere as they encircled her. In her hands, she also held daggers on each fingers. "You two must be judged." The usual politeness in her tone was nowhere to be found as it was replaced by coldness so vast. She then unleashed a wave of raining knives towards the two. This was enough to put Toru and Kiyoshi in sudden discord. Toru who had already suffered a wound from Amaya had no choice but to release the girl. If he did not, he would be a prime example of a Swiss cheese. As for Kiyoshi, he jumped away with Saya in tow. He held tighter to the girl making sure not to let her go. After all, they were now currently on midair. There was also the fact a rain of blades was after him.

Focused on that fact, Kiyoshi was taken aback when Sacred appeared before him. He knew that the pure blood was engaged with Evie. Did he just cause a diversion? Wasn't he supposed not to care? "Is this really how weak you are?" The question caught Kiyoshi unguarded and hit a very sore spot. "Where is your will in all of this, boy?" Something in the way Sacred spoke caused a riveting flood of consciousness within Kiyoshi. The chain that bound him was slowly having cracks. His eyes that was earlier hazed by another desire cleared subtlety as his hold on Saya loosen. Seeing this, Sacred grabbed Saya's arm and then pulled her away from Kiyoshi's hold without much effort. Allowing the girl's head to rest on his chest, he then wrapped his arms like a lover's embrace around her. "You can't have her. She's mine. After all, she gave me chocolates."

Those brilliant mauve eyes were clear now of its crimson tint. It had returned to its alluring shade. His voice echoed with a possessive yet with an amount of teasing to it. To further emphasize his point, he pulled the prefect further into his embrace and laid a gentle kiss on top of Saya's hair. There was a sudden spark of annoyance on Kiyoshi's part who narrowed his eyes dangerously. If one would look closely, it was like a fight between two love rivals. "So, scatter. The only one who could hurt her is me." His tone quickly changed into that of a cold threat where Sacred delivered a roundhouse kick to Kiyoshi's face. This made him fall to the other side of the room while the pure blood landed on his feet at a perfect 10. Moirae had already assisted Amaya and Ekaterina making sure they were out of harm's way. As for Toru, he did not like what was happening at the moment. It was then his eyes met with Sacred who did not fail to deliver a chilling promise of death. "I don't remember allowing you to touch my entertainment." Releasing Saya from his hold, he pushed her haphazardly like a discarded package to Moirae who understood the meaning of this gesture.

Steel wire coated with Sacred's energy bound Toru to the nearby wall. It slowly cut through Toru's skin like a creeping disease. Kiyoshi was another thing and Tory was on a different matter. The purple pure blood raised his right hand pointed at Toru. "You are nothing more but a disposable dog." It was then a cluster of steel strings shaped into like a driller hurled towards the pinned Toru. Fortunately, Evie had finally intervened. A torrent of golden butterflies intersected with Sacred's finishing blow who then glanced towards Evie. "Aren't you a selfish boy? But, you should know too. I'm also selfish." Eyes of mauve were rather calm as he straightened himself and even dusted his clothes. "Did you give up on the idea of tearing me from limb to limb?" The question was answered with a disappointed sigh. "If only that was possible for a coward like you." It was the beginning of another bout between the two powerhouses. There was no doubt that the grand hall was being decimated by them alone. The mad vampires were losing ground as well due to the efforts of the hunters, Sergei, some of the night class, and Takeru who had managed to grab hold of an anti-vampire sword.

Speaking of which the Kuran Heir was glad that at the very least, the amount of mad vampires had gone down considerably. However, they cannot relax just yet for the fight between Sacred and Evie was still ensuing. It was then he noticed a female student of the Day Class cowering under a table. She had yet to leave the premises with the assistance of the hunters. One look was enough for him to see she was traumatized forever. She embraced her knees so tightly as her form trembled obviously. Lowering himself to the ground, he offered a small smile. "Hey, we have to get you out of here." He gently reached for the girl as he did not want to scare her any further. As if recognizing his voice, the girl leaped into his arms and hysterically cried. Takeru could not blame her. This one truly an expected reaction with what was happening around her. In an effort to soothe the girl, he gently patted her head. "It will be fine. I promise." The girl lifted her head to look at his face as if to assure herself that what he was saying was right. But what she saw was more horrifying, a dark figure hovered behind Takeru as her eyes widened in fear.

Kiyoshi stood from the rubble he landed upon while coughing out the dirt that seemed to have entered his mouth. It was kinda good that his body was now a vampire. If it had been a human, he would have broken bones or be dead already. His eyes looked at the scene before him. It seemed that their ringleader was still busy with the one known as Sacrilegious. There was not much of information about the mysterious pure blood. Probably, he was not informed how dangerous the leader of the Night Class was. After all, he was not supposed to have any interactions with the pure blood to begin with. He still remembered the man's words about Saya's chocolates and how he held his beloved cousin so tenderly. Like, it was the most normal thing to do. It annoyed him greatly but then it saddened him in a nice way. Perhaps, this was for the best. Looking around, it was a fact that they were not going to win or obtain their goal unless Evie has something up. He was relieved at that note but then, his eyes met with Evie's emerald ones for a brief moment and something came over him. His eyes glowed that of crimson.

"I told you my Sinner. I like taking things you adore." Evie reminded as the two took a break from their exchange of blows. Sacred narrowed his eyes at this statement and was about to retort when he realized what the woman truly meant. He then looked towards the one thing which he did not want to lose ever again. "Takeru!" Hearing his name being shouted with such desperation, he looked to where it came from and saw Sacred's panicked expression. It was the first time he ever saw such an emotion from the pure blood. He never knew that Sacred was capable of such a feeling. Yet somehow, he did not like it at all. So, what was the cause of it? Looking behind him, he saw the man who was dancing with Saya earlier about to deliver a blow he could not avoid. It was too late for him to dodge. But, there was something odd. Kiyoshi's eyes were wavering between the hue of control as his mouth trembled as it opened to deliver a soundless plea. "Run."

It was like time stopped or more accurately seemed to slow down. The sound of blood dripping to the ground reverberated into Takeru's ears. There before him was Sacred with his back turned at him. It was noticeable that the pristine ensemble that the pure blood wore now ruined with tears and holes. He even now has bruises and scratches an evidence of his struggle to get to Takeru in time. It seemed Evie did everything to stop Sacred but it was all for null. In the end, the will to protect Takeru was greater than anything else. But that was not the thing that bothered Takeru the most. A pool of blood was forming underneath Sacred. A heady scent unlike anything filled the air. It elicited reactions from the remaining vampires. The desire to taste it but they managed to keep still. Kiyoshi was able to deliver a stabbing blow. It hit Sacred on the chest but it missed his heart. However, it was not an anti-vampire weapon. So, there was nothing to fret about. It will soon heal once the blade was removed.

However for Kiyoshi, he was deeply pierced by Sacred with his hand. The pure blood was now literally holding Kiyoshi's heart in his hand. Weakened by such a fatal blow, Kiyoshi inevitably leaned on Sacred. His head placed on the pure blood's shoulder. His eyes were now free from the manipulation of his will. There was sadness in his eyes and acceptance which could not be seen by anyone due to his placement. He turned his head to the side so, he mouth would be near Sacred's ear. It was then he whispered something that only the two of them could hear. The meaning of those words was a secret between the two individuals. When it was done, Kiyoshi slowly closed his eyes with a fulfilled smile on his face which was unnoticed. It was then Sacred pulled out his hand along with Kiyoshi's heart. In that instant, the body turned into ashes along with the heart that Sacred held in his hand.

Takeru released the girl in his hold as he stood. Even with Sacred's back facing him, he could feel something breaking within the pure blood. "Sacred." As if to acknowledge this, Sacred pulled out the dagger that pierced him and threw it aside like some dead fly. "He is stupid." This was the pure blood's reply before walking away. It was enough for Takeru to know what exactly happened in those few seconds. Sacred's response was the final key for him to arrive to a conclusion. As for the pure blood, he was done with this charade. His eyes of mauve were now full vermilion. The hall quaked due to the sheer pressure that he was releasing. It was enough to finally destroy the glass ceiling. The shattered fragments rained down on the hall while the moon now hid behind thick clouds. "Die. Trash." With that said, steel strings appeared out of nowhere as it pierced Evie in all directions. There was no area of escape as every nook and cranny were blockaded by his strings. It even wrapped the woman's body and then tore it apart like a piece of paper.

"How cruel. This was only a shadow puppet you know." Evie's voice echoed throughout the hall. Her body that was now beyond recognition suddenly evaporated into groups of golden butterflies. "Well, I'll go for now. But, be rest assured. I'll come back. Till then, stay well." Toru who was bound was enveloped by shadows. The strings were disintegrated into nothing as he was whisked away. Following this, Evie's presence cannot longer be felt anymore. The moon came out behind the clouds. It had returned to its natural white hue. As for Sacred, his head was lowered. It was hard to see his expression even his eyes that were shielded by his fringe. He stood there as the moon's light cascaded on him and in his right hand, ashes seemed to fall. The wound inflicted on him by Kiyoshi was no more. But, the stain of his blood could still be seen on his clothes. Furthermore, the pure blood was surrounded by a thick aura, like a maelstrom and Sacred alone was the eye.

He was not sure what to do. Takeru made fists with his hands as he clenched it tightly. Everyone and everything were in a mess. But, he feared Sacred the most. The pure blood was tensely silent. His deadly aura still scattered like waves. He glanced towards Moirae who had a terrified expression. It seemed that even she had yet to see Sacred like this. Takeru was not certain if anyone could talk or approach the pure blood. Finally, it had ended. However, everyone knew that there were injuries and lost objects that can never be healed and never be retrieved again. The storm was still brewing on the horizon. This was just a moment's calm.

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The soft breeze with the mid-day's sun rolled gently on thirteeen year old Saya as she sat at the edge of a pond. The water glistened underneath the rays of the sun and a large smile plastered itself upon Saya's face. The sound of the grass crunching beneath caused her to turn to the sound. She waved towards Kiyoshi as a small smile adorned his features. He sat next to her, placing his feet inside the cool water and watched as the small fish swarmed around them. He seemed to be disappointed about something and Saya tilted her head to the side.

"Kiyo, is something wrong?" she asked, concern laced in her voicce. She grabbed his hand in hers and held it as he turned to meet her gaze. "Okay, now you are worrying me Kiyoshi, speak to me," she continued as he pushed a strand of hair from her face. She frowned as she pushed his hand away with her free one.

"They cancelled it," he finally spoke, and she knew. His tone was low and it caused Saya's heart to break just a little. She turned away, staring off into the distance as he kept his gaze on the pond. She stood from her spot and offered her hand to him. He stared in confusion before giving her his hand and stood.

"Just because they cancelled it doesn't mean anything Yoshi. I will be back every summer after school, just wait until I graduate," she stated in a happy tone. In turn, Kiyoshi smiled as Saya grinned brightly. "Promise?" she questioned, offering her pinky in the process. He laced his with hers and smiled.

"Promise"




I'm sorry Sai, but I won't be able to keep that promise.




Time began to slow down as the events danced in front of Saya. She finally saw Ekaterina when she attacked Kiyoshi with her cane. Kiyoshi knocked Ekaterina away and Saya could only watch as her friend flew into the wall. She managed to slip one of her hands free of Kiyoshi, but before she could do anything more, he restrained her arms again. Never in her life had she felt so weak against something, let alone someone. Helplessness was something her family taught her not to feel. There was always a way to break free. But the words he had spoken to her held her in place.

"A broken promise" she spoke to no one as she soon found herself in the air, wrapped in Kiyoshi's arms as he evaded the onslaught of knives followed after. Before she knew what was happening, Saya found herself in the embrace of Sacrilegious. He had spoken words to Kiyoshi, but they were drowned on deaf ears as Saya's head lay on his chest. She couldn't fight the tears that fell from her eyes as she felt something on the top of her head. She was then pushed away to Moirae and soon the whole ordeal seemed to be at a close.

Her eyes widened in terror as she saw Sacred plunge his fist into Kiyoshi, pulling out his heart. She broke free of Moirae and stumbled after the two before she watched Kiyoshi's body disintegrate into the air.All she could do was allow her legs to fall from underneath her, carrying her to the wooden floors as tears flowed freely from her eyes. Something snapped in the back of Saya's mind. It sounded like a piece of glass had cracked, causing Saya a great deal of pain. The only thing that played over in her mind was Kiyoshi's face and the gleam of red eyes. She screamed, falling over and craddling her head in her arms. Windows that managed to stay entact were now shattering as Saya cried.

Her screams filled the silent hall as her hair spilled over her shoulders, tears turning a crimson liquid before she glanced towards Sacrilegious and the rest of the vampires and humans. Her eyes were an intense vermilion, similar to the pair Kiyoshi sported before her eyes rolled back and her world turned to black.

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"I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear."





Everything was a haze, one moment she was being held forcefully by Toru and the next thing she knew she was away from him and beside a night class student named Moirae. All around her fights were taking place, but her mind was to hazy to even think about one thing. She clutched her throat and dug her nails into the bite mark on her throat in a painful grip, that she should have lightened up on, but she couldn't, she wouldn't, Amaya hadn't liked how the vampire's fangs dug into her skin, or how his sinister laugh had rattled her body. The pain and the feeling of her blood slowly flowing down her neck stayed in her mind, she felt like the whole moment had been branded upon her brain, there was nothing she could do about it. Ama whimpered and looked around, searching for her sister, she had to find her, she had to protect her from the monsters that were all around them. Amaya was panicking, she couldn't see Saya, where was Saya?! Her eyes zeroed in on Scared, who now held her sister protectively. Amaya took a shaky step forward and reached out for her sister, wanting to run to her and make sure she was okay, but a Night Class Student grabbed her wrist and kept her out of the way of the fight that was taking place right before her eyes.

Just then, Saya was tossed in the direction of Moirae, and the fight was coming to a close as Scared made a move to kill Toru, but she wasn't watching, she had ripped her wrist free from the Night Class Students grip and stepped towards her sister, reaching out for her, that's when it happened. Her eyes widened in complete and utter horror as Sacred plunge his fist into Kiyoshi'd chest, and pulled out his heart. Saya broke free of Moirae and stumbled towards the two, but there was nothing she could do, and they all silently watched Kiyoshi's body disintegrate into the air like dust. Saya collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, and Amaya stumbled towards her sister, she was only a few steps away from her when she felt it. Something snapped in the back of her mind, like someone had dropped a crystal glass to the ground,and watched it as it shattered. Pain erupted from the back of her mind like a hot flame, and slowly spread through out her head. Amaya stood shaking violently, images of blood flashing across her eyes, one second the room would be covered in blood and bodies would be everywhere, and the next second the room would look as it had before.

Amaya's eyes zoned in on her sister who screamed and fell over, cradling her head in her arms. As she stared down at her, she saw things that weren't truly there, gashes upon her skin, holes through her stomach and heart, it looks as through she were laying in a puddle of blood. Windows that managed to stay entact from earlier were now shattering, spreeing glass everywhere. Amaya moved without truly thinking, her shaking legs bringing her forward to her sister, where she fell to her knees and tried her best to shield her from the broken glass. Saya's screams filled the silent hall and scared Amaya as she stared with wide eyes, tears falling at an unstoppable rate at her pain expanded and spiked. She stared down at her sisters eyes as she looked around, they had turned into the same violent blood red shade similar to that of a Vampires, and then her eyes rolled back and into her head, and Saya fell limp.

Amaya fell to her side, her knees giving out from under her as she clawed at her head violently. The blood and bodies were everywhere, she wanted it to stop! Slowly her eyes turned a similar color to what Saya's had been moments ago, and her tears turned a blood red, mixing with the now dry blood on her chest and neck. She looked around frantically as a blood curdling scream escaped her lips, and her world turned, not black, but red and dark. Her body gave out mere seconds after Saya had fainted, and she grasped onto her sisters hand at the last second, trying to make sure she was okay.

Saya had just watched the man she loved turn into dust...and there was nothing Amaya could do to stop her pain, except for holding her hand.

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“Take me away, to someplace we can just be ourselves again, whole and unbroken."



The voice was barely familiar, but she recognized it all the same. It was heard often in tandem with the tones belonging to Sacrilegious, and her memory somehow managed to supply her with a name despite the head injury she’d just sustained. “Thank you, Moirae-san, but I am not…” She didn’t finish the sentence, as the woman was still speaking, an edge of steel creeping into her voice that soft, pliant Ekaterina would never possess. I am not adequate to the task. It hurt to admit, but she had never been one to lie to herself, and so she faced the harshness of that truth with all the dignity she could muster. She could expect no different—a lifetime of being protected by others did not teach anyone to do the protecting.

When the vampiric servant departed, Ekaterina was as good as lost, able to hear all the exchanges going on in the room, but to contribute to none of them. The tide carried them ever forward, and it left her behind. She had no time to thin of herself though, for Saya’s cry tore right at her heart, and the feeling of powerful auras receding left only one still filling the room in its enormity. Surely, it belonged to Sacred, and she would have best compared it to a thunderstorm, a hurricane, a cataclysmic piece that would bear no voice to sing it, only the great sounds of instruments coaxed, commanded, beyond their natural ken. She had felt only one other like it, and only once at that.

Dmitri was at her side then, checking her ribs and neck, pulling back immediately when she hissed at the contact. Several of them were at least bruised if not broken from the collision with the unyielding stone wall, but not everything that needed to be done was done yet. She wanted to go to her friends, needed to draw them close and hold them and try to shield them from the aftermath, but she could not. Saya and Amaya were in grave pain, and she could do nothing to lift it. There was another things still to be done.

“Dmitri, take me to Takeru… kaichou.” her breathing was labored as her words caught up with her, but she managed to squeeze the words out by controlling her lungs like she’d been taught to do for much softer, kinder purposes. She could feel her brother’s reticence in the way he tensed, but then she felt him thread an arm beneath hers, stooping to support her on his shoulder as best he could, being as tall as he was. She didn’t see him nod, nor scan the room until he found the person in question, but when they started moving, she was glad he’d understood that she didn’t want to be carried. She would walk, even if it took her longer to do it.

Her brother’s exhale and his sudden stop informed her that she’d reached her destination. Reaching out blindly with a hand, she managed to catch Takeru’s sleeve, and tugged on it gently to draw his attention.

“You must… go to him,” she said, nodding in the general direction of the fulminating aura. “I know someone… a little bit like him, and he needs someone he cares about to bring him down from that. Even I can see that you matter very much to him.” Surprisingly, Dmitri and Ekaterina alone of the true humans in the room stood tall even under the pressure of the aura—it was something that you could get used to with practice, and even then, she sensed that Sacrilegious did not intend them harm… though whether he would visit it upon them accidentally remained to be seen.

“There is risk, but… I believe you can do it. Maybe… only you can.” She said nothing further—it was Takeru who would best know what to do for Sacrilegious, and she did not presume that what worked for Ivan would work for him. Leaning heavily into her brother, she at last consented to whatever medical treatment he could offer, and though she was unaware of it, Dmitri grimaced at her condition. A distinctly hand-shaped bruise was blossoming over her left cheek where the hit had actually landed, and that was to say nothing of the worse injuries from the collision with the wall.

“Silly, silly Katya…” he murmured softly, shaking his head.




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“Were we ever unbroken at all?"



It had taken a swift hit in the gut from Dmitri before Sergei finally came to his senses, the corpses of mad vampires strewn all about him in numbers he did not desire to contemplate. “Glad you’re back with us,” his surrogate sibling had said simply, then dashed off, presumably to check on Ekaterina and Elise.

Sergei took a moment to compose himself, as the battle was clearly over. He’d missed much of what had occurred to the blood-haze that had fogged over his vision, sharpening his focus to a razor-point and excluding everything extraneous from his perception. Now though, as he used his free hand to wipe the smeared blood from his mouth and jaw (his clothes were hopeless), he realized that he must have missed quite a lot. Sacrilegious’s aura was thrashing around like a scarcely-contained wildfire, and from the looks of things, the Takagi twins had been through hell. As it looked like Ekaterina, Dmitri and particularly Takeru were in a position to do something about the vampire, he made his way to the twins, intercepting a medical kit on the way and taking what he needed from the hunter carrying it.

Glass crunched underneath his shoes as he ran, but he paid it no mind, advancing to the two young women, now both prone on the floor, looking to have fainted or come close. Amaya’s injuries appeared to be worse bodily, but there was something unmistakably… tortured-looking about Saya, and his heart went out to both of them. Whatever they had just endured, it was bad.

Crouching beside Amaya first, he spoke quietly just in case she was still conscious, telling her what he was doing to prevent her from being surprised as the wound on her neck was treated first. Vampire bite… that could mean nothing good for her immediate health, and he’d need to report everything to anyone he could think of immediately. Right now, though, making sure nothing was presently fatal was first priority, and he covered her neck with bandages with as much care as the surroundings would allow, finishing just as more medical staff arrived with stretchers.

“These two first,” he commanded in a tone most unlike his usual softspokenness. “Then come back for the girl over there—” he gestured to where Dmitri and Elise were tending Ekaterina—“and any others with significant injury. Tend the humans first; their wounds are more likely to get infected.” It was not that he cared any less about his vampiric students, only that he knew their endurance was greater.

There was no mistake that something monumental had happened here, and he could only think that it must be exactly what Ivan had warned him about, though his father’s words were always cryptic at best. Perhaps it was time to get some straight answers out of him.

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|"I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but it's never enough cause my voice is the only one coming back.|




The trigger was pulled. It is revolting. It is despicable. It is disgusting. It is hateful. Memories from the distant past filled his vision. A monochrome world was stretched before his eyes yet, it was stained by the riveting hue of red. Scenes carved thoroughly by the sins of regret and ghosts of guilt. It seeped inside his being like cancerous disease consuming him ever so slowly. He never wanted to see these things again for these fragments had taken everything from him. Even when he fought. Even when he cried. Even when he shouted. Even when he looked like a fool. There was not even an answer. No one ever came for him. He was all alone. The precious things he held dear vanished within the unseen murky depths. It would have been better to just not feel anything. Yes, it was a good idea. He should do just that. Because in the end, all that was left for him was the empty sense of existence.

"I realized something. You're the one life I never want to fade."

Fluttering silk of black as if the night created it, he grasped those lovely locks yet, it slipped through his fingers like sand. For the first time in his life, he had wanted to keep that person for himself. But, he could not do that. This fragile and beautiful creature must be free. He held on to that hand but, it was not enough. That person became a sea of floating light before his eyes.

"Will you make me a promise?"

Is it meaningless to keep a promise if that person is long gone? Is it useless to hold on to that promise if it cannot longer be kept? But, it was his only solace. The promise that made the pain go numb. It made looking at the visage so much like that beloved person bearable. Soon, this visage became a sanctuary so important to him. However...

"You're so unfair. I wished we never met."

If that was possible to be redone, he would have so in a heartbeat. It would have been better if he had not reached to that person. He should have kept his distance and simply watched from afar. If he had done so, he would have never lost that person too. Maybe, that person could have lived a better life for him. However, this person became his reason to live with or without the promise.

"If you love someone, you'll protect them, right? So, you won't have to worry about that. I'll protect you."

What was that person talking about? It was supposed to be the other way around. He kept existing to protect that promise which was this dear person. But yes, he was truly unfair. And yes, everything in life was also unfair. Who told you that goodbye was the saddest word? To him, it was two words. It brought the overwhelming regret and unattainable goal. Because, it always ends with those two words.

"Thank you."

What was there to say gratitude for? He was fed up. It was selfish pushing their feelings on him. Yet, he continued to cling on those two words like an important piece of his reason for living. How pathetic could he be. So, he swore, nevermore. Still, it happened again. How pitiful could he get. He was tired. There was nothing more left. Let it end. He echoed.

Those thoughts continued to plagued Sacred inwardly as the hurricane of his presence haunted the entire hall and scared the people within. It seemed that it was not going to end soon. Further, it appeared to be getting stronger as time passes. Takeru was not certain what to and screamed filled the hall. Turning his attention to the source, it was none other than Saya who sported a pair of vermilion eyes. The eyes of vampires, there was no mistaking it. What was happening here? Much like a domino effect, it was also the same case for Amaya who fell to her twin's side. He was about to run to them with concern. Fortunately, Sergei was quick to care. Speaking of which, he did not know that the gentle teacher was more than a human. There were a lot of things happening around him. He was not even sure what to grab hold on to.

Turning his mismatched eyes of crimson and ebony to another, his gaze fell on the silent yet frightening figure of Sacrilegious. The back of the pure blood faced him. In terms of posture, there was nothing wrong. It was straight and without a proof of weariness. Despite, the delicate-looking physique of Sacred. Right now, it seemed sturdy and strong. Yet, there was this feeling. The pure blood's back looked so lonely and alone. It was heartbreaking. With that trail of thought, Takeru felt someone tugging at his sleeve. Taking notice, he saw the Russian prefect. He was not blind to see the girl was not in a good condition. However, her words pierced him enough for him not to say anything.

You must… go to him, I know someone… a little bit like him, and he needs someone he cares about to bring him down from that. Even I can see that you matter very much to him. There is risk, but… I believe you can do it. Maybe… only you can.”

Taking in Ekaterina's words, Takeru clenched his hands tighter as he looked down. His way of hiding his eyes from onlookers. The undeniable connection to Sacred. He was not even sure what prompted it. If it was his blood, the pure blood never showed much of an inkling of wanting to take it from him except for their first meeting. Ambiguity that was never cleared between them. He never prodded waiting for Sacred to tell him. Truth be told, he was fine with this. That desperate face of his as he ran to protect him. It was enough to see he held a deeper meaning than he had concluded. Somehow, there was this feeling inside of him. Sacred was... no, someone important to him too. Even if, the connection can never be clarified. It was fine. This man needed him, right?

Gently, he held Ekaterina's hand that tugged on his sleeve and gave a small yet grateful smile. "Got it, thanks." He answered as he placed a hand on her head as a way of his showing appreciation. Walking passed them, he glanced towards Dmitri and gave a nod. He knew that Ekaterina would be safe with Dmitri. For now, he must go to Sacred. The presence surrounding the pure blood was choking and heavy. Yet, he did not give up and soon reached his destination. He reached out a hand and placed a hand on the pure blood's shoulder.

Something warm. Something unreal pierced into his lackluster dimension. Raising his head, Sacred heard a faint voice. It was familiar. It belonged to some dear and precious. His first entanglement with the word thank you. It started with this voice. His existence came to color due to this voice. The one who taught him to live. Who was it? Who is it? Will this voice still be there? Will it?

"You know, I really love this world. This cruel, ridiculous, yet beautiful world."

That voice loved everything about this world. Even if it could twisted, deplorable, underhanded, dark, this voice accepted it. Because, it was not perfect. That is why it was beautiful, the light, the kindness, the warmth, the tears, and everything else. This voice was odd. How could there be anything beautiful about this world? Yet, it was that voice who showed me. There is a beauty unseen and that is why we chase after it. But, this voice suddenly disappeared. It left me behind. So, let's just forget it. Forget everything.

"Snap out of it!"

A punch was delivered to the pure blood's face. Takeru was angry. He wanted to take Sacred's attention but when he touched his shoulder. The face that looked at him was that of a corpse. Something snapped within Takeru about seeing such an expression. He loathed seeing that emotion on Sacred. He despised it. Although, he knew it was much like a feather touch against the vampire. Sacred felt the light stinging sensation on his cheek as he slowly looked at the cause of it. A pair of mismatched eyes gazed at him.

"Well, can you wait? Because next time, I will be the one to find you."

Seeing a semblance of life in those empty eyes of Sacred, Takeru straightened himself. "Listen here Sacred, don't be my problem." He then pointed a finger at the pure blood. "You're never alone." Slowly and yet gradually, the powerful storm of a presence that Sacred exuded came to a close. His eyes regained the usual vibrance it had though there is still a subtle haze to it. The voice, it did found him. Sacred looked around him as if to assess the after math. There the Takagi twins were unconscious and being tended by Ivan's dog. The blind princess was with her brother. Some of the night class suffered and a lot had died whether enemy or not. Moirae was looking at him with such a worried expression. He raised his right hand and looked at some of the ashes that still remained there.

"Erase it." After saying that, Sacred fully released the ashes in his hand until it was no more. He then walked away leaving the hall for some unknown location as Takeru released a sigh at this. At the least, the pure blood was out of the hole he seemed willing to bury himself inside. As for Moirae, she approached Takeru and gave a grateful bow. This surprised the Kuran Heir. "Moirae?" The silver-haired girl smiled brightly as she looked at him with those deep-blue eyes. "Thank you." After stating that, she proceeded to ask some of the night class students who were not too weakened and injured to aid her in removing the memories of this night within the day class students. Complying, soon this nightmarish scene would be replaced with the illusions of a dream, making it real.

However, it will not be the same for the others. Their memories will continue to haunt them like an unyielding shadow. Whether it breaks them or fortifies them, it will be for them to decide. Time passed like that. It was silent which gave a peculiar sense of peace and sadness. Takeru looked to the sky as the sun was now rising to signify a new day. He was now leaning outside the destroyed hall. Through the night, he had made sure all day class students were returned to their dorms with their memories of this horrid night erased. He also made sure everyone was tended and as for the mess of the attack. He had asked the cleaning crew to handle it.

There were a lot of questions. He should also be expecting a message from the council to report what happened here. So, he would probably be away from the academy for a few days. It seemed he cannot simply let the secrets underneath the sea. He needed to dive and to retrieve it now. This Evie person, he can conclude that there should be some connection to Lilith. As for her relation to Sacred, he could pass on that for now. Then there was the rather transformation of his teacher, Sergei. He could put that out for a little while. But, the Takagi twins, he must look into it. Those people wanted them and those eyes. It reminded him of something and not of vampires, something else. A discussion with the headmaster would be a good start. Releasing a sigh, he straightened himself and the sun was now on the sky. Even when, it seemed to be a quiet morning. He cannot help but ask for the undetermined future.

"Will we really be alright?"