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Azriel Nouralail

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Devil's Pact”, originally authored by Equilibrium, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Azriel Nouralail's Story

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|Darkness? Is there something terrible about it? It hides away everything and the eerie calmness it brings gives infallible peace.|




Bells and with all of its annoying shrills. This was used to remind the students of the illustrious Cross Academy about the end and the beginning of classes. It would have been better to destroy that contraption. In a certain opinion of an elusive student, humans invent the most irritating things. Another reason to despise their kind completely. Yet, the consequences outweigh benefits. This was the only thing preventing the one known as the Incarnate of Darkness' Beauty who was currently lying on the cool grass. The crispy hues of violets, orange, and reds filtered through the sky casting a shimmering profile on him. His eyes were closed while the sound of the flowing river near him was a source of relief. It drowned the harping echoes of the school bells.

Well, it did not matter to him. In the end, he skips all his classes without much regards. Actually, one could count the times of his attendance by one hand. This is the entire amount since the time he had attended Cross Academy. Remarkably, he passes his classes with flying colors despite such frivolousness of his. Adding to that, he even became the Student Council President which he had no idea how that came to be. During the entire campaign and election period, he had not been sighted even once. He did not even show any desire to acquire such a troublesome job. Then lo and behold, he was to handle meaningless chores which he could not give any attention to. This is probably one of the reasons his teachers never bothered with him. There was also the thundering reputation of his family and cold persona.

No one can command him. No one can dictate him. No one can capture him. He always slips away into the darkness and do his bidding. This is his popular description from the Night Class and had been inherited by the Day Class as well. The untouchable and unreachable Pure Blood Lord, Azriel Cadenza el Nouralail. Despite such a tagline, everyone still clamors to him like a moth to a flame. It makes him irate to no ends. Even when he would lash out to them, they would disperse and then regain their footing to begin annoying him anew. It is why he is somewhat thankful for this little sanctuary of his. This place provides him a wonderful area to relax and to get away from those pest of crowds. No one finds him here not even those sad of an excuse prefects.

Opening his eyes, those silver-glazed onyx irises of his looked at the setting dyes of the sun. There was something beautiful and melancholic about such scenery. It gave a magnificent transition to the darkness that he is fond of. Releasing a sigh, he stood from his position and dusted his clothes. He was donned in the white ensemble of a uniform. It made him an immaculate vision of the contrasting difference of white and black. He had yet to return to his room since he had taken a nap in this hideaway. Adding to that, he has no inkling of returning to that room. It is during this time that a rat plunders inside his chambers. the scent alone was enough to alert him. It was utterly disgusting.

In any case, he had this sudden whim of going to the student council room. Even if his position was decided for him, he still has a responsible streak to him once in awhile. Although, this virtue of his is much like a blue moon. When he is sure that no evidence of nature is on him, he departed from his secret place. Walking in the pathways was a chore, the giggling human female populace peered at his form. Their longing and adoring looks as if hoping to gain even a fragment of his attention. However, this was not going to happen anytime or even if Hell became Heaven. He ignored them altogether and to some he did so coldly. In his opinion, the male humans had more sense to them as they parted like the sea to Noah when he approaches.

As for the Night Class, they were the usual reactions. It was full of reverence, admiration, and the tinge of fear. They bowed with great respect and greeted him with complete politeness. Some even had a tint of affection. Azriel simply walked away from them without much of a look or gesture of acknowledgement. Soon, he arrived at the student council room. Opening the doors, he went directly to his table and saw the absence of papers on it. He wondered if the vice president took care of it or there were no matters to be dealt with. Good for him, he did not have to toil himself on such irritating tasks. Then at the corner of his eyes, he caught something white. Looking at it, he finally took noticed that someone was there before him. It was the Lancaster vice president.

Yet, there was no greeting from him. Azriel went to his desk and took a seat. Propping his arm on the maple wood table, he leaned his cheek on the closed fist of his hand. His eyes closed in complete relaxation. To him, Luna was good as nothing. As a result, he did not bother her at all. Her presence is one of the rarest of things he tolerates. Adding to that, she was efficient in taking care of all the work that he detest. So, he does not find her a sore of a person in his eyes. "Are you done." This was the only statement which left his lips. Its tone was deadpan and hardly even an inquiry. However, it is how he normally talks. As if the void of emptiness created a voice so dark yet alluring. It makes darkness a solemn yet nothing at the same time.

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“It will always come and go. All you can do is hold on to the happy moments once the sad ones wash in.”





Hikari had been up all night, of course she was used to this by now, being a perfect and all, but being used to little sleep didn't help the fact that she got nearly no sleep at all, she would often let Ace head in early, while she liked to wait until the sun rose to be sure that everything went smoothly through the night, and even then she would miss her first few class periods to keep an eye on students who might have been planning to skip classes, she had caught three Day Class Students trying to sneak around during classes and no get caught, they were now scared of he pick haired Prefect and her temper. Hikari stretched as she walked, a yawn escaping her lips. She would need lots of coffee today, because not only did she have classes that she would need to go to, but she also had a meeting at the end of the day with the Night Class President about up-coming events, not that he would show up. Kari frowned at the thought, he never showed up, he mostly just left the hard work up to Luna, which in Kari's mind was a very horrible thing to do, if it was up to her, Luna would be the Night Class President, and Azriel would be the Vice-President, but she couldn't make such choices, and she didn't want to.

In all honesty, Hikari could have turned in early, because lately most of the Day Class students had been so caught up in their studies, they didn't have time to try and spy on the Night Class after their curfew, but there would always be those kids that didn't care for studies, just hot guys. She sighed as she climbed the stairs and made her way towards her dorm, which was towards the end of the hall. She currently shared the room with the other Perfect, Kieran Lancaster, one of the most up-beat people she had ever met, and she was glad he was the other Prefect, anyone who would have made the job worst with their complaining about long nights would have been horrible and it would have made made the sleepless night torture. However Kieran was always very upbeat about it all, and didn't mind doing his half of the job.

Kari opened the door tiredly and forced back a yawn as she slowly made her way into the room, kicking the door shut behind her. The smell of food hit her like a moving car, and her stomach growled in annoyance, for she hadn't eaten since the same time yesterday. She smiled sheepishly as Ace, who was waiting for her at the table where a steaming pile of waffles were waiting. Hikari smiled fondly at her room mate, because this was one of their tradition's, not that they had many, in fact all of their days seemed the same, both would go to classes or patrol during classes, then they would both come to the dorm to eat, then they would both go to either more classes, or get ready to patrol for the Night Classes, the other difference between some days was the fact that Hikari had meetings with the other Class Presidents.

“Evening, Kari-chan,” Ace said as she sat down across the table from him. “How are ya?” He asked making her smile at him before answer. "I'm doing okay Kieran-kun, did you get any sleep last night?" Kari asked honestly concerned for her friend's well being.

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“Shadows can't exist without the light... nor can the light continue when there is no darkness.”



Her eyes didn’t lift from the stack of papers in front of her when she heard the doors open; she knew who it was without needing to use her eyes. Luna was perceptive, strangely enough, and besides that, nobody had the same tread as Kaichou-kun. Though his appearance here was highly irregular, she took it in stride as she always did when unexpected things happened to her. “Good evening, Kaichou-kun,” she greeted simply, knowing well in advance that it was not something that would be returned. That was all right—she did such things because she wanted to do them, not because she expected anything else in return.

Words, she maintained, were like little gifts, and some people were just more willing to make such tiny offerings to others. She did not like to waste hers by any means, but she gave them freely all the same. Other people were more private or reclusive, and sometimes she thought that maybe they didn’t understand the value of these gifts, or maybe they did and didn’t wish to bestow such things upon others. She didn’t make a habit of seeking for what wasn’t freely offered, anyway.

As it turned out, he did speak today, though the sentence was about as sparse as it could have been. No matter; he could have spoken not at all and she would have behaved in the same manner, so it was at the very least a courtesy. She held a moment before answering, affixing her signature to the last of the documents before nodding. “Yes,” she replied simply, standing from her seat and collecting three specific pieces of paper.

“The only things that require your attention today are these. They are all for the arts exhibition next month.” Once a year, usually in the fall, the Academy held a weekend-log event where students skilled in the visual, musical, or other arts showcased their talent to the rest of the school. It was as a rule ill-attended, but she confessed a soft spot in her heart for such pursuits, and so had taken it upon herself to get as many people involved as she could. Given just how many people she knew, the number of registered exhibitors was double what they’d had the year before, and the expected attendance was triple. She herself was not listed among the participants, however. All the forms required were the Kaichou’s signature, signifying that he had read the documents and understood their content—the event wasn’t something the Academy was in danger of cancelling or anything like that.

Laying the papers on the table, she set her pen down beside them and stepped back a few feet. Waiting for him to sign, she thought wistfully of the starry vista surely forming outside, but alas, she still had classwork to finish, and yet more documentation would pile up on her desk in the meantime, likely leaving her with another stack of it before the night was out. Things weren’t usually so busy, but the last couple of weeks had been especially so, as she was trying to get a head start on the organizing for all the major yearly events, so that the entire Student Council (Day and Night Class) wasn’t in a state of mass panic when the new year came about. A little more work now for a lot less later.

It didn’t change the fact that she’d rather be elsewhere. But this was worth doing, and so she did it.




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“I want to be strong enough that nobody ever has to worry about me.”



“Oh, y’know,” Ace answered readily, and with an accompanying shrug, “Couple of hours, the usual. I can take the extra passing times today if you need some shut-eye.” He knew she did. Kari-chan was one of those people fortunate enough that it didn’t always show when she was dead-dog tired, but they knew each other well enough by this point that he could make an educated guess that he’d slept more in the last few days than she had. She always liked to spend an extra period or so making sure the Day Class students kept to the places they were supposed to be. He was certainly willing to do that today if she needed a bit more rest.

Now that she was here, he took the opportunity to dig in. The waffles were still warm, and quite enjoyable, in his modest opinion. Honestly, he was one of those people who could and would eat just about anything and enjoy it, but breakfast had always had a special place in his big old bleeding heart. Breakfast with good company was only better.

“So, you planning on doing anything for the exhibition next month?” he asked curiously. It was something Luna had been working very hard on, and she was doing her best to promote all different kinds of art. “You enjoy reading so much—if you write, you could definitely submit something.” He smiled brightly; he personally was not the kind of person who had any artistic talent, but he certainly appreciated it when other people did. Luna herself was a painter and a sketch artist, and he knew that many of the Students at Cross were very gifted in the more musical range of talents. It only made sense to hold some kind of festival to celebrate good qualities like those.

Polishing off his waffles, Ace stood and moved to the other side of the small, eat-in kitchen, running the water for dishes and piling in everything he’d used. He’d take Kari-chan’s plate when she was done too, for that matter. Really, he hoped she’d just go get some sleep—they’d be worse prefects if they were too tired to handle it all the time.

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|When they say there was nothing in the beginning, it was a lie, because there was darkness.|




"The only things that require your attention today are these. They are all for the arts exhibition next month.” Once the movements were ceased, his ash ebony eyes slowly revealed itself behind those closed lids. It did not held any form of emotions whether it be amused or bored. Looking at the three documents laid before him, he does recall that Lancaster was quite enthusiastic about this endeavor. If the increasing amount of participants and audience were not enough proof, he would regard this as a consequence. However, he never believes is such things. There are no accidents just will and choices.

Gathering the documents in his hand, he read the contents in a languid manner. It may be true that he trusts in Lancaster's ability however, it does not mean he would blindly agree to everything being presented to him. Even if, he really does not have any particular sentiments to the activities of the Student Council. He does have a sort of lingering attachment to music unknown to all. In the end, he does not have the heart to dissuade such exhibitions. Although, he never attends such affairs and most of the times unseen through all of it.

Taking the pen given, he began signing the papers but left one particularly void of his signature. Those eyes of silver-black were now upon on Lancaster's form. He had heard and observed that the vice president seemed to have the love for Art specifically in the field of sketching and painting. Seeing the participants' lists for many times through out the course of his stay at the Academy, he had never seen her join. It was odd and yet totally logical judging by all of his workload being integrated to hers. Somehow, he could hear the infuriated tone of his mother about his lack of decency and outright bad manners.

"Lancaster." He started. Actually, the vice president was the only one he would addressed by name. Others were usually ignored by him. At times, he mostly call others through a means of hey, idiot, stupid, clown, boy, girl, bird, and all of the others colorful languages and descriptions one can think of. As such, it is without doubt and concluded by many that the Nouralail Pure Blood recognizes the vice president on a certain level. Although, it took like a few years before it even happened. Even then, he only mentions her name very rarely which could be counted by one hand.

"Join the exhibit as the Student Council Representative." There was nothing different in Azriel's demeanor. It still lacked any relative gesture of gentleness or interest. His voice was still monotone and somehow his statement was not a request but rather an order. He did not leave any room for debates or consideration. After stating that. he wrote down the vice president's name on the list of participants and countersigned it as an official entry. It was then he finally signed the last document.

Standing from his desk, he opted to leave the Student Council Room. However, he was not going to attend his classes once more. There was nothing productive or a matter of importance that he could waste his time on such a trivial activity. Stopping beside the vice president, he handed her the papers. "Handle the meeting. I will oversee the Art Exhibition preparations." This would probably be the first time he was going to be involved in anything. There was also no doubt that the other Student Council members will be surprised and intimidated to know that their unreachable President would be joining them. Moreover, the Headmaster would be thrilled about this development. The man would probably host a party. "Troublesome."

Azriel then made his way to the doors and soon disappeared from the hallways. His presence cannot longer be felt as he meshed with the darkness that enveloped the entire Academy. His destination and whereabouts all unknown. And this is how, he spent the remainder of his night. How wrong he is to conclude that with the coming of morning, it would be not so troublesome and his slumber would be unhindered like always. For inside his room, a rat was laying on the empty bed. He knew he should have destroyed that furniture.

Cold eyes of ash obsidian looked down on the sleeping form of a human with the most awful hair color of burnt orange. It was irritating. Her scent was also annoying to his senses. Everything about this girl was the pinnacle of irritation to him.

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"Laughter, sadness, hope, despair. Each of these words coincide with each other, so why can't I do the same with those things?"




There was something in the air.

The smell was oddly familiar and yet, it was distant. She knew this smell, or at least she thought she did. A voice echoed in the back of her mind as the thick darkness consumed her vision. She curled further into the blankets, unaware of the obsidian eyes glancing down with such...distaste. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she felt an insatiable fear course through her veins. Something was watching her. She could feel those dead eyes on her being as she gripped the blankets tighter with her fist. Suddenly, her eyes opened to the world around her and took in her sights. Immediately she felt her breath hitch in her throat again. There, standing on the opposite side, was none other than her roommate: Azriel. She couldn't stop the fear from appearing behind her stone colored eyes. Immediately, she could feel something surge through her being as her eyes widened. She didn't speak, react, nor did she make an inclination of removing herself from the room.

The only thing that forced her hand was the slight cracking of the fish tank. Immediately her eyes were set on the tank as it glazed over, ice forming at the bottom and working it's way up, encompassing the fish that were unlucky enough to have been in the way. She immediately flung herself from the bed and backed up against a wall, pressing herself as close to it as possible. She couldn't control her breathing as it became eradicated gasps of breath. She made it to the door and immediately flung it open, causing a light crack in the fish tank when she did so. Luckily for her, the fish tank was only a ten gallon and would not cause much damage should it actually break, however; the ice that kept everything in place prevented it from doing as such. She ran, anywhere her legs could take her. She had just shown her roommate an ability she kept well-guarded. No one knew of it, not even her adoptive family.

Makoto,

Jiro, meanwhile, had walked out of the room an hour before the arrival of Azriel. He had made his way towards the Committee room, a place he visited quite often in his spare time. There was a certain silver-haired vampiress that had an uncanny ability at making him feel...normal. Plus there were rumors that a certain art festival was in the planning. He wanted to force Haruka's name onto the panel. He wanted to help his master, and if placing her as part of the line-up, it might help her out of that husk of a shell she lived in. Finding his destination, Jiro let himself in and found the one person he was looking for: Luna Lancaster. He meowed up at the girl, his yellow eyes gleaming as he portrayed the part of a normal cat.

Makoto had just walked out of the building before a shadowed figure approached him. He had sensed the vampire earlier, but brushed it off as nothing to be concerned about. When the onslaught of questions and demands began, he couldn't help himself but to let out a laugh. He was being questioned by a familiar first, and then his master appeared. Makoto regained his composure before straightening out his uniform.

"First off, she happens to be a close friend of mine," he began, putting an emphasis on close. "And she had passed out in the music room. I thought she might have liked to spend a night in her own room. Who knows what kind of people are about at night," he finished as he stared at the peculiar vampire. He hadn't exactly seen a vampire that sported such a feral appearance, and when he mentioned that he had stepped in on Haruka, it explained the attack she had. He knew it was only getting worse with each day she spent at the Academy, and he had once pleaded with his father to return, however; his father had decided against it and kept the two of them there.

"Makoto Nakajima, at your service," he introduced himself as he gave a mock salute to the feral looking vampire. Before he could continue on with entertaining the vampire before him, something clicked at the back of his mind and his head snapped in the direction of which he just came. "I would stay away from Ru-ru if I were you. She doesn't particularly like your kind," he stated in a friendly manner before leaving the vampire's side. He could feel a surge of energy coming from where he had just left. He knew that energy to be Haruka's...but why would it have surged so much? Something must have truly frightened her to have that be as it was.

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In his head, Azriel was coming up with many ideas how to make it look like an accident, the death of this wretched human girl. If he removed her permanently, then he would be saved from his presence. Oh, the pleasure and comfort that would provide him. It was truly becoming more of a solid provocation. To hell with the consequences, eyes narrowed ever so distinctively. He was going to eliminate the girl from existence. Well, the girl might even thank him knowing that she would be given a clean slate in the after life. However, his action had not bear fruit as stone gray eyes looked up to him with such obvious fear.

The dread reflected on those eyes of hers. Blurry images assaulted his consciousness. The visions of the past reminded him of those days where everyone was taken from him. How helpless. How pathetic. How disgustingly weak. How useless he was. The barrage of memories prevented him from doing any sort of action for the moment. As such, he did not say anything and remained in his position even when the girl flung off the bed. Cling to the wall for a worthless source of protection and support. Yet, a slight change in the wind propelled him to his side.

There the aquarium which all of the dormitory rooms were provided for which he had no idea why the Headmaster had installed it in the first place. He was not a fish person but as long as it does not bother him on a personal level, there was nothing he would do to it. Although, it was not the presence of it that interested him. The water slowly freezing even trapping the fish in its cold embrace. His eyes subtly widened at this spectacle. It was there again the cold sensation and the splattering of blood. In the haze, everything was taken and given back to him. On that fateful day, he lost who he is and found his way.

His eyes once more drifted towards the human girl who seemed to radiate a familiar presence. It was not that hard to notice however, if he does not like and do not care for someone or something. He uses all his efforts to ignore it completely. Rendering that existence a void or a null that should not be there. His so-called roommate was one of those null object that should never be here in front of him. Yet due to this sudden turn of events, he was finally noticing how peculiar this girl was. Somehow, it irritates him more than ever.

Soon, the girl neared the door and ran away like a headless chicken. It was then he heard with his acute senses a slight crack. The aquarium was now filled with encased ice. All life inside the frozen water had been put to a lull of cold sleep. This power, he is now certain, it was the same as that person. However, it is only unique to each vampire. So, who is this girl? She is human isn't she? There is no way. Thus, instinctively he ran after the girl without further ado.

That source of power came from her. It was the same power that ended his life. If that girl is related to that person. He would make sure to reach the depths of this mystery. Even if he had to break that sad excuse of a roommate into pieces. Soon enough, he was able to find the running girl. It was not that difficult or hard to do. After all, he is a vampire and a pure blood who was at the pinnacle. Reaching out his hand, he soon grabbed the girl's arm. His grip was tight that it would probably create dark marks on her skin sometime soon.

Pulling her towards him, Azriel then slammed the girl on the nearby wall. Not even an ounce of remorse, the girl was not as durable as him or his kind. He then proceeded to pin her with both of her arms above her head. One hand was enough to ensure there would be no unwanted actions from those limbs of hers. The other hand grabbed hold of her chin as he leaned close to her face. A hairbreadth of a distance between them. Somehow from a distance, it was like some scene from a romance novel where the man would force a kiss on a woman for many reasons, unrequited love, a deep-seated passion, or dangerous rendezvous. However, those eyes of obsidian did not held even a drop of warm, gentleness, or affection for that matter.

There was nothing romantic about this at all. He was darkness. Within the darkness, the black flame of anger was brewing so steadily. His eyes took a tint of light blue emphasizing the intensity of his inner emotions. Tilting her head upward to look at him directly, he finally spoke. "Who are you, human." His grip on her chin tightened. "That power was yours. Tell me." He leaned even closer to her. Their lips were barely grazing with each other. "Resistance is futile. You're mine."

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"Never again, not even once more. I promise you that. I'll hold them close to me, I'll cherish them all. I will never let them go. Never again."





As Bel babbled on and on, he noticed the boy was not only laughing, but wearing a genuine smile. It was very strange to him. This person was legitimately paying attention to everything he said, and wasn't just putting him off. Things like that NEVER happened, well, they had once, but that was just Kieran. Then again... if it was happening now, just as it had before, Bel could not ignore potential friendship, it had changed his entire life. "First off, she happens to be a close friend of mine," he began, putting an emphasis on close. Bell sighed with relief. If he was just a friend of hers, then there was no way he'd be doing bad things to her, and Bel could be sure she was taken care of. "And she had passed out in the music room. I thought she might have liked to spend a night in her own room. Who knows what kind of people are about at night," he finished as he stared at the peculiar vampire. Bel suspected it was his ears, self-consciously, he raised his right hand to cover his right ear's tip. He didn't like when people stared, it made him feel so different, so unwelcome. Regardless, this person didn't know, it couldn't be helped. Bel opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again, in an attempt to hide his sharp teeth, once again feeling self-conscious.

"Makoto Nakajima, at your service," the boy introduced himself as he gave a mock salute to the feral looking vampire, to which Bel returned a smile as well as his hand back to his pocket. Though the boy hadn't shook it, Bel didn't want to leave the denied handshake out in no-man's land. Suddenly, however, he seemed to notice something, his head snapping back to look over his shoulder. Bel spoke up, but it was almost quiet enough to not be heard, as Bel was trying to conceal his teeth while talking, but it wasn't working. "Is something the matter?" Bel asked innocently, his eyes wide. He hoped he hadn't upset this potential new friend. "I would stay away from Ru-ru if I were you. She doesn't particularly like your kind," he stated in a friendly manner before leaving the vampire's side. Though Bel hadn't detected any malice in the boy's voice, his words still cut like a knife. 'Your kind.' The words repeated over and over again in Bel's mind, each time they brought a fresh surge of painful memories with them. Though the boy was long gone, Bel spoke anyway, even if Kuro was the only one who heard it. "Yeah... I know. She just always looks so sad all the time. I just wish there was something I could do. Anything to help her with the fear I see in her eyes. A person can't live like that you know..." Bel said, contemplating the meaning of his words. Just then Bel's head perked up. He heard a scuffle. Bel instantly forgot about the fact that Haruka's smell was coming from that direction. There was a more pressing aroma, and it belonged to none other than Azriel. If Haruka had a hard time with Bel, who wasn't pure-blooded, imagine the terror she'd be experiencing should she be with Master Azriel. "Let's go Kuro." Bel commanded, his familiar jumping up to his place on Bel's shoulder.

Bel tore down the hallway, catching up with Makoto easily. "I dunno what you plan on doing," Bel spoke softly, and surprisingly evenly, given that he was moving at a decent clip, it was just loud enough for the other boy to hear. "But Haruka's not alone. Master Azriel is with her. For now, let's cut the crap, I'm going with you and there's nothing you can do about it. Further, I'll disregard my curiosity as to how your mind jumped immediately to how I'm a Vampire, though it's obvious," Bel admitted. "These could just have been props." Bel suggested, pointing to his ears and teeth. "Regardless, you must know something about us, but what you don't know is that Azriel is... well, he's very high in the hierarchy as it were." Bel tried to explain without saying the words, 'pure-blooded.' "I digress," Bel continued, "if Master Azriel has something he wants from Miss Haruka, there's very little we can do about it. I can't even touch him, strong as I am. However, that doesn't mean the situation cannot be resolved peacefully." Bel finished. "I only hope we make it in time." Bel finished, a look of grim determination on his eyes.

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"I failed one before, I will never make that mistake again. Never."





“Oh, y’know,” Kari looked up at Ace as she ate her food, as always it was brilliantly cooked. “Couple of hours, the usual. I can take the extra passing times today if you need some shut-eye.” She frowned slightly and shook her head ever so slightly, she didn't want to skip out of her job tonight, or any other night, it wouldn't be fair to Ace. Hikari didn't answer him right away, instead she focused on eating her food, she kept it at a normal pace so it didn't seem like she was rushing, but for some reason Kari felt like she needed to get out of the dorm and have a look around the school, her instincts were telling her that someone was in danger. Her instincts were never wrong.


“So, you planning on doing anything for the exhibition next month?” She forze, his question had been so innocent, but it hit close to home. Kari was aware how hard Luna had been working on it, and she often tried her best to help out when she was asked, which was more then the Night Class President did. “You enjoy reading so much—if you write, you could definitely submit something.” He had smiled brightly at her, and she didn't want to offend him, by bluntly saying no, so she silently stood, walked to the sink and placed her dish inside it before turning towards Ace, a small, fake smile placed on her face. "I'm actually a horrible writer, so I couldn't possibly, but I'll think about attempting something, thank you Kieran-kun...also...I'm going to go ahead and start my patrol.." She looked towards the window as a frown formed on her face, she had a horrible feeling in her gut, that was telling her to hurry "I'll see you later..." She mumbled as her frown deepened. Hikari spun around and headed towards the door, but not before she grabbed her Bloody Rose and nearly ran from the room, down the hall and outside. Kari didn't know which was to go, but the feeling in her gut was getting worst, telling her to hurry.

Hurry...


She clenched her teeth and turned right, and ran, her heart was pounding as a cold sweat took over her body, she could tell someone was in danger, but who? Why? Had she missed something? Perhaps a Mad Vampire had slipped by the gates without being noticed, and now it was about to feast on the life blood of a human student, if she didn't hurry someone would surly die, she wasn't wrong for thinking the worst, she had been raised as a hunter to expect the worst, and if she didn't find out who's life was being put on the line, and she was to late, she would blame herself...she would never forgive herself..just like...
No...Don't compare this to that day, you cant blame yourself just..hurry.. Kari took a sharp breath before she made a quick turn around the corner, and she ran inside another building, to be honest she wasn't sure were she was at the moment, she was following her senses.


"That power was yours. Tell me." Hikari's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her,the Night Class President had one of the Day Class Students pinned to the wall, it almost looked like he was going to kiss her but..no, there was nothing gentle about his hold or the look in his eyes. "Resistance is futile. You're mine." Danger.. Hikari jumped forward and pulled out her Bloody Rose, pointing it straight at the back of Azriel's head. The look in her eyes was nearly deadly as she glared at him, their normal day red seemingly turning a brighter shade of scarlet as her vice cut through the air, there was no hint in it that she had just ran across the school, nor that she was scared, it was nearly emotionless,other than the anger in it. "Azriel Nouralail, let her go. Now."

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"It was you...it was always you. And because of you, I am afraid."




She could see them. The red eyes. The Fangs. The Claws. Everything she had feared, she could see them chasing after her. She couldn't see passed the tears that blurred her vision. She couldn't do this, she couldn't be a part of this school. She had to leave. One way or the other, she had to leave. The halls were empty, students either in class or in their own dorm rooms. She couldn't cry out for help, scream, or even aid herself without the fear of it being, by chance, a vampire. She only had one person in mind when she ran: Makoto. Where was he? Could he even save her? Protect her from the darkness that followed pursuit like a hurricane ravaging the land, could he?

She ran until a pair of arms forced her to stop. For a moment, she turned her head and expected to see Makoto, however; the force of which she met the wall with rendered the thought null. Cold, almost lifeless, obsidian eyes peered down at her as her limbs were rendered useless. She could feel her wrists become numb with the pressure he exerted towards them. They would not bruise as easily since her flesh was not that of a mortal's. With the vampiric blood flowing through her veins, it was assured that she wouldn't. Had she been a mortal, he might have crushed her back against the wall and snapped her in two.

Haruka allowed her eyes to widen as far as they would. She could feel the tears pricking at the sides of her eyes as he leaned close to her. If this were the beginnings of a nightmare, Haruka had just found herself in the midst of never waking up. She could feel the warmth of his breath strangling her senses, the way he held her forced a breath to lodge itself in her throat. She couldn't breath, she couldn't see, everything had become a blur. She tried to get out of his grasp, but being just a halfling, there was nothing she could do against a pure-blood. She was powerless, hopeless, helpless.

Haruka, you're my light,

The voice echoed inside of her mind as her eyes flashed a brilliant crimson. "I don't belong to anyone," she spat at the vampire. "Especially not you" she continued. She couldn't overpower him, it was a fact. Even with her vampire abilities, she wouldn't be able to over power the pure-blood. She could feel her heart beating an irregular rhythm against her rib-cage, listening to the sounds as if they were beating drums. The fear had consumed her being, however; she wasn't running. Not this time. She wasn't going to allow herself to run, to be labeled as a coward who couldn't protect herself. She had inherited her father's ability, his ability. She had been told once that each vampire held a special ability and each one was unique to each vampire, however; since she was neither vampire, nor human, her father's ability seemed to have been transferred to her alone.

"Who I am, what I am, is not for the likes of you," she stated with such ferocity that the leaking water fountain covered itself in an ice coffin. She lunged forward, her lips latching onto Azriel's and sinking her teeth into his flesh. If it meant a chance to escape from this...thing, this darkness that had just thought he could assume she belonged to him, she would take it. The voice of another entered the premises as Haruka remained latched to his lip. She recognized the voice belonging to the female prefect: Hikari Tanaka. Whether or not she could see Haruka bleeding Azriel's lip was unknown to her, but at the moment his blood entered her taste buds, Haruka's eyes were no longer flickering between vermilion and stone. They were a permanent crimson. It was his blood.

It had to be. Something oddly familiar clicked in the back of her mind, however; she couldn't place it. The awkward situation she was in was now over-ruled by the fact that something was so familiar about this thing. Where did this sensation come from? She had never met this particular vampire, her fear made sure of that. Even when assigned as roommates she kept her distance. Perhaps it was the odd feeling that surged through her that caused the sensation.

Makoto had not expected Hayden to tag along. After all, he wasn't really going towards Haruka, but at the split mention of Azriel, a slight cloud of worry hung over him. He knew the man was a vampire, a pure-blood to be more specific. A sudden question lingered in the air as Hayden questioned his source of information. Should he tell him the truth? He had promised his father he would protect Haruka, and if this vampire was sincere in protecting this promise, then by all means he was. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before staring at the black-haired vampire.

"Azriel is a pure-blood, and you are a vampire. As for how I know of these facts," he paused, glancing at the vampire to ensure he was still listening. Satisfied that he held the vampires attention, he continued. "I am a hunter," he lied. He said it with such a believable face that no one would have dared to have questioned him otherwise. He didn't know this vampire quite yet, and although he didn't catch a hostile aura from the male, he still didn't quite trust him.

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“Did you mean it, when you said that someday, I wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore?"


“I know you’re lonely, and I know I can’t be the one to chase those feelings from your heart. But won’t you at least let me stand by your side?"


Though perhaps most people would have balked at being ordered so coldly to do something that should have been a matter of their own choice, Luna was not most people. Nor was she a fawning sycophant, as worshipful of the presence of the man in front of her as others tended to be. Indeed, she stood in simple silence, accepting the documents when they were handed back to her, and when she did speak, it was not to comment upon anything that had just taken place.

“I hope you do not find the rest of your hours too troublesome, Kaichou-kun.” That was it—the simplest of farewells, and a wish, small but genuine. She didn’t let him see it, of course, but the smallest of smiles crossed her face, seeing her name written there, albeit in a hand not her own, as a registrant in the event. Her art was not something she had ever shared with the rest of the world. Though she was in some senses as open and readable as a book, parts of Luna were very secluded, withheld. There was for her a very sharp distinction between her public face and her private one, and for just a moment, alone in the Student Council room, she let the public one fall away and wore the other instead, for nobody but herself. It was at once her vulnerability and her strength, her selfishness and her charity, that she divided herself thus.

The President’s exit was enough to signal the entrance of several others, though. With him, his coldness and contained violence were enough to keep admirers quite distant, and when she was in his company, she was not often confronted with the company of others. As soon as he left, however, there was nothing in the space but a warm, inviting aura—the one that she herself exuded, intentional or not, and it drew people in her general direction like moths to a flame. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, of course, and so she had not the heart to impose upon anyone to leave her be. So when the committee room gained upwards of fifteen new occupants, only four or so with a real reason to be there, she did not comment upon it, instead answering the greetings leveled her way politely and with her public face firmly encasing her every expression, her every word.

Retreating to her desk, she was halfway through a maths assignment that she really didn’t need, when she heard a small disturbance from in front of the desk. A meow, of all things, and she smiled down at the cat. “Good evening,” she greeted politely, seeing no reason to forget her manners because she was speaking to an animal. “Did you have an appointment with Kaichou-kun, perhaps? Or are you here for me? I confess not all my gentleman friends are so handsome as you.” That much, she delivered with a straight face, the only giveaway to her humor a slight twinkle to the sun-eyes, and she dangled her hand before the creature, letting it sniff her if it wanted, then rubbed absently behind one of its ears.

The rest of the hour, she would spend on her own work, or more likely, helping others with theirs. This wasn’t anything she minded, either—why not help another person reach their potential? She could do this and accomplish her own tasks as well, time had taught her that much. So, laying her own affairs to the side, Luna made circuits of the room, stopping here or there to listen to a question and offer gentle questions that nudged people to the answers they were looking for, and assisted the rather starstruck and hapless treasurer in finding the mistake in last month’s accounts.

In the doorframe, a figure stood with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a grin on his face. That was his Lulu, for sure. He was also pleased to see that today, nobody was attempting to sneak a brush or anything like that. It had taken a number of years to establish certain boundaries with people, because Lulu was the opposite of intimidating and people tended to assume they could get away with such exploitative behavior where she was concerned. This was something Ace had gone to great lengths to correct such assumptions, and while there were still some troublesome people around, most had learned to give her her space for the most part.

Leaning his head back on the doorframe, he thought back to the conclusion of his discussion with Kari-chan. He’d thought it ended rather abruptly, and maybe she’d been uncomfortable with something? She’d practically bolted from the kitchen, but he wasn’t really sure if it meant anything. To his credit, Kieran was at least aware of his lack of social perception, not that this really helped him figure anything out. So if there’d been a problem, what would it have been? He’d just mentioned the Art Exhibition… there wasn’t anything offensive about that, was there? He furrowed his brows and tried to think, but the possibilities eluded him.

Should he apologize? Was that the right thing to do? What if he didn’t know what he was apologizing for? This stuff made his head hurt.

A sudden sense of warmth, like he was standing right next to a brazier on a cold day, seeped into him and he glanced to the side to find his cousin standing there, a little smile gracing her features. Hands clasped behind her back. “Thinking hard, are you?” she asked lightly, and he grinned back, face coloring just slightly.

“Er… yeah, I guess,” he replied. It was kind of embarrassing, to be caught zoning out like that.

“What about?” she inquired, her tones still nonchalant, but he didn’t miss the slightly-sly way she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. This was something that had always mystified him about his cousin, and he still didn’t understand it: her subtle mood shifts. To someone who wasn’t paying attention, Lulu might seem like she never changed much, always kind and patient and tolerant. Those things were true, sure, but there was way more to it than that.

He knew to be wary of this mood—she might be looking to stir up some kind of trouble for him. “It’s nothing,” he said hastily, waving a hand in front of his face. “Just more people stuff that I don’t get is all.” She looked like she might press, but she must have read his face, because she didn’t, instead reaching up on tiptoe to place the very tip of her index finger at the center of his forehead. He was at once flooded with calm reassurance and a feeling something like being in flight. It was like he stood at the very top of the world, and nothing could stop him, now or ever. It left him, as it left most people, a tad breathless, exhilarated, but also sharper, more resolved, determined… more like himself. As though the rest of his life, he’d just bee a shadow of what he could be, and wasn’t quite there yet. As though there were something more she could give, something more that he wanted from her... but he clamped down on that instinct fiercely.

“Thanks, Lulu,” he said quietly, knowing that it was never an easy thing for her to touch someone, no matter how random she made the gesture seem. She simply nodded and headed back to the desk she occupied, and he slipped out of the door. Might as well use the boon for something nice… like flying. That always made him feel much better, and she knew it, too.

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The scent. The taste. The sensation. The trickling of his blood. It assaulted Azriel. The main reason for such things was none other than the human girl or apparently not-that-human roommate of his. She even talked back to him in a useless way. Well, he would give her due credit for trying to do her best to show her resistance. In any case, he did not relinquish his hold on the girl or even moved his face away. He stood much like an immovable force. Although, he could feel an annoying myna bird hovering behind him. He has no need for her presence. This prefect does not know when to stay away from him. Moreover, never to order him around.

As if to imply his displeasure, he tightened his hold on his roommate and pushed her further to the wall. The result of that could be seen now to the concrete sporting cracks by the brute force he used. It seemed he would not have to worry about breaking the girl's body that easily. Truly, he did not care either way. He bit her back as he replied to her action with much force. Those fangs of his elongated and pierced those rose-colored lips of hers. His mouth covered hers and he even licked the blood seeping from her lips with such a erotic manner delivered without much gentleness. There is truth behind his assumptions. This girl was truly different and connected to that person.

In regards to the prefect, he ignored her presence or even the fact she had a gun pointed at his head. Releasing his roommate from the bloody kiss, they shared. He casually looked over his shoulder. Those eyes of black had a tint of blue to it. There was no show of respect or an ounce of care in those eyes of the pureblood. "You're an interference." After stating that, a malevolent invisible wave surrounded Azriel. It destroyed the glasses along the hallways. It was then the female prefect could be seen being thrown to the opposite wall, or rather through the window. Good for her, they were just on the first floor. So, there should be no problem about broken bones. Although, he could not care if she got scraped or anything by the broken glasses.

He then returned his eyes on the form of his roommate. "You will answer my questions one way or another." There was no tenderness on it as he once more forced his lips on hers. However, the blood dripping from the corner of their lips implied that there was nothing innocent about such an intimate contact. Soon, he released her lips from his and then hauled the girl over his shoulder. It was like having a bag of garbage in the way he treated her. Stopping midway, he looked at the female prefect who dared get in his way. "This woman is mine. Specifically, my fiancée." The students who were there that witnessed such a turn of unexpected events. "Do your job and handle the crowd."

Well, it came as a shock since Azriel and Haruka barely even had an interaction throughout the years. Now, they were engaged to be married. So, what did they witnessed? A lover's quarrel? Although, the pureblood truly had no connection with his roommate until this day. He would create a chain between them until he get the answers to his question. So, the statement he delivered out of whim. It would be a contract and official soon enough. As for the girl hanging on his shoulder which he made sure not to move too much. He then continued to leave the area. They would be returning to his, technically, their room.

Once inside, Azriel made sure no one can enter the room. He even cast a special barrier of a spell to prevent intrusions of any kind. After doing so, he threw the girl on the bed. Now, he was pinning her on the bed in the most awkward and intimate of positions. He hovered above the girl while he held both of her wrists on both side. His face awfully closed to hers once more. The beautiful face admired and swooned by the populace looked at him with such coldness and anger. "Now, woman. Tell me what I want." His hold on her arms tightened. Those eyes of his were like the black of night. Not even a glimmer of warmth and tenderness were there. "I will break you."

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"Fear always renders us useless...so am I useless, or just pathetic?"




Pain.

The only sensation that forced it's way to the depths of Haruka's mind, swallowed her whole being. She hadn't expected him to reply the way he had. She had hoped to catch the pure-blood off guard, cause him to release her so she could escape, but what the actions he just displayed only made her worse. He bit her. He had bitten her back, and like a ravenous flea, he took her blood. Her blood. She was pushed further into the wall, the sickening crack of the concrete flooding her ears as she endured his assault. By now, her body was becoming fatigued at the sheer strength the pure-blood used to keep her in place.

Her eyes only widened further when he released a wave of unforeseeable energy, causing some mirrors to crack and sent Hikari backwards, colliding into a nearby wall. She wanted to scream out to Hikari, but found herself unable to do so. By now they had acquired a crowd of students, watching as the events unfolded. Although they missed the brute of the power, they were now witnessing a rather perplexed situation. A lovers quarrel perhaps if some saw it that way. Others could foresee it as a love once lost now found, however; it was none of those. Before Haruka could call out for Hikari, or for help for that matter, she found her lips taken once again. She struggled to free herself from the grasp of the pure-blood but it was no use. There was no purpose.

He had spoken about answers, and retrieving them one way or another. What answers? What did he want to know? She felt the tears flood down her face in a crystalline waterfall. She didn't know what he wanted to know. She couldn't give him the answers, otherwise she would make it end. She didn't want to be in this school in the first place. She didn't want to be his roommate in the first place. She didn't want...Her eyes remained as they were, frightened. She suddenly found herself hoisted over the males' shoulder, securing her so that she would not be able to move. He stopped briefly in front of the prefect and spoke a few words, however; only partial pieces of his one-sided conversation was heard.

"This woman is mine. More specifically my fiancé,"

Those words echoed in the back of Haruka's mind. When had she become his? When did she decide she was going to be married? When did she choose him as a potential mate? She didn't. She wouldn't. This man, this vampire, this thing had just declared that she was merely his property now. That is how it was for all pure-bloods...at least in her family's eyes it had been. Once a pure-blood had laid claim on someone, it was sealed. There was no turning back. There was no longer the need for freedom because you would be bound to the pure-blood forever.

And pure-bloods lived forever.

What had that entailed for her? The thoughts ran as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, watching as his feet clicked on the ground. They were headed back to the dorm room. That room which she loathed with every fiber of her being. If she hadn't been in that room, if he hadn't been in that room, she wouldn't be in this predicament. She needed to escape, she needed to do something to get away. Why did she have to be so...powerless? It was because of her fear. Her fear held her hostage. It kept her handicapped. Even after the years of training with her family, she had still been rendered handicapped. The fear overwhelmed her, and its' hold on her was like a choke hold. It was suffocating her slowly, an agonizing, slow death.

It was only a matter of minutes before they reached their designated room. The one she had cursed for so long. She was thrown on the mattress to one of the beds. She couldn't tell if it was hers or his, but she didn't care. She wanted to get away from this thing that was now pinning her down to the bed. Her arms were stranded to her side, and the only thing she could do was stare up with terrified tear-filled eyes. There would be no mercy from this creature, whether she shed tears or not. He wouldn't let her go. She could feel the rapid heart beating against her chest as she waited for him to do something. Rip out her heart, her throat, drain her, something. Instead, she was met with a tone so void it sent chills down her very being.

"Now, woman. Tell me what I want. I will break you,"

There was that question again. Who was she? She was Haruka. If he had tasted her blood, he would have known who she was. Why did he feel the need to invoke such a fear that would render her speechless? Why would he ask the question he would...he should already know the answer to? Her body was shaking, she could feel her nerves breaking down as small beads of sweat rolled down her forhead. She couldn't reply to his question. She was thinking of only one person, and that one person would be the only one to save her.

"Ma...ko...to," she called out in a mere whisper for the one person who wasn't there as the tears ran freely. He wasn't there to save her. He wasn't there to protect her. He wasn't there.

Makoto had decided to check out the ill feeling that seemed to wash over him. Immediately his eyes widened at the sight before him. Shards of broken glass lay scattered around the fallen form of the female prefect. Makoto rushed to her side as the students had gathered around her. He could smell faint blood lingering in the air, however; it wasn't just coming from one person. There had been two people here bleeding. Although it wasn't profusely, it still left behind an odor that couldn't be ignored. Then, the faint smell of Haruka's blood assaulted him. His eyes widened in terror as he realized it was she who was bleeding.

"Hayden, get Hikari to the infirmary," he nearly ordered. He could see that she was thrown rather harshly against the wall, and pieces of glass stuck to her body. He cradled her into his arms before handing her over to Hayden. "Everyone else, return to your classes...now" he almost let out a feral snarl when he addressed the group. They immediately dispersed, leaving only Makoto and Hayden in the halls. He made a bee-line for Haruka's room, not waiting on a response from the vampire as his only concern was her.

"What happened to Haruka, I can't reach her" Jiro spoke as he was suddenly by Makoto's side. He had been enjoying his stay with the Lancaster vampiress when a sudden jolt fired through his being. He was no longer a small black cat, but a rather large black-stripped white tiger: his true form. He had tried calling out to Haruka, but something was keeping him out of her mind. Everytime he tried, he would get a shock and an intense flame-like sensation would fill his mind. "Makoto," Jiro tried talking to the vampire, but Makoto only saw red.

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"There was once a boy, a little boy named Bel. Bel wasn't like all the other kids he knew, who ran and played in the sun. He was a monster."





The pair moved in utter silence, running without rest or concern for who saw them. They said nothing, Bel was too preoccupied by the smell of blood, further, the fact that Makoto was a hunter explained both his peculiar smell and his surprising amount of knowledge. Bel decided it would be ok to trust him, all his questions could wait until later. He was a hunter and a friend of Haruka's meaning he couldn't be that bad. As they got closer, the smell pf blood grew stronger. Bel could tell there wasn't a lot, but the smell of blood was unmistakeable. Bel wanted to take off ahead of Makoto, but he knew they needed to stay together, something was happening, something bad. As they reached the scene, Bel couldn't contain a gasp. He was shocked. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Shards of broken glass lay scattered around the fallen form of the female prefect, Hikari. Normally, funnily enough, Bel was terrified of the girl, she was so strong, so confident, and there was something about her that set Bel's skin crawling, but instead, she lay broken on the floor. Bel couldn't even move, he was too shocked. That Hikari, that strong, capable Hikari was lying, bleeding on the floor. Makoto rushed to her side as the students had gathered around her. Then the smell hit him. Bel's nose was stronger than most, so even though there obviously wasn't much blood, only a few drops here and there, the irony smell assaulted Bel's nose, filling his head with the stench of blood. Bel stepped forward, cautiously, careful not to bump into anyone. He made his way through the crowd, standing behind Makoto, who was quickly taking charge of the situation, however, there seemed to be other things on his mind.

"Hayden, get Hikari to the infirmary," he nearly ordered. "Y-yeah, sure." Bel said, beginning to crouch down and pick up Hikari, but Makoto beat him to it. As she rose through the air, Bel gasped once more, a single hand coming up to cover his mouth. She must have been thrown rather harshly against the wall, there were pieces of glass stuck to her body. Makoto cradled her into his arms before handing her over to Hayden, who took her as carefully as he could, trying not to move the glass, and to grab her in a position that wouldn't disturb the few shards of glass still embedded in her body. "Everyone else, return to your classes...now." His tone was harsh, almost a feral snarl, as he addressed the group. They immediately dispersed, leaving only Makoto and Bel in the halls. "Where should I meet you once I'm done with her?" Bel made to ask, but Makoto was long gone. Bel lifted his face into the air, his nose working, trying to pick up the scent of Haruka's blood. It trailed all the way back to her room, where Bel had met Makoto earlier. "Still, I need to know what happened." Bel said to himself. "Bel! If she was there when everything happened, she might know what happened to Haruka. We need to get her to the nurse pronto." Kuro exclaimed, nudging Bel on the side of the face. "Hurry, hurry!" Kuro prodded. "You gotta go fast Bel!" Kuro encouraged. "I dunno..." Bel said, worried. "She's wounded, plus there's glass in her. I don't think that kind of speed is a good idea..." Bel said, and unfortunately he was right. "Well then as fast as you think she'll be ok for. We need to get back there and help Makoto." Kuro suggested. "Good enough. Hold on Kuro." Bel warned his familiar, and the three of them were off. "Hold on Miss Hikari," Bel whispered softly to the girl, as if he were cradling a baby. "I'm gonna get you to some help just as fast as I can." Bel whispered to the unconscious Hikari, and at that they took off.

While Bel wanted to tear up the floorboards with his speed, doing so while carrying Hikari would not have been the best idea. Instead, he took off at, what he considered a light jog, that humans would have called a full sprint. As he ran, Bel took the utmost care to move as smoothly as possible, so as not to disturb or damage Hikari. He carried her as if she were the world's most fragile object, as if bumping her, or allowing her to jostle would break her instantly. Finally, after what seemed like ages to Kuro, but was actually pretty decent time, Bel made it to the infirmary. "No time to explain nurse." Bel said, speaking through the nurse's shocked exclamations. "She's really hurt and she needs lots of help. There's glass everywhere." Bel explained. He went on to describe how he thought she'd been thrown into a window, but he didn't say by whom, as he'd not gotten a good look at the attacker's face, though he knew for a fact it was probably Azriel. He explained how he found her injured and carried her here as fast as he could. Once he was finished, however, instead of leaving like he wanted to, the nurse forced him to stay. She told him she'd write a note to his teachers, but he was to stay with Miss Hikari until she woke up, as it was just a bump on the head, and she wouldn't be taking much longer to wake up. That way, when she woke, Bel could get the details about who attacked her. Further, the nurse had to bring the report directly to the school's main office, so she really needed Bel, who begrudgingly agreed, to stay.

Bel sat in the chair next to Hikari's bed in the nurse's office. The nurse had changed her clothes, removed the glass, and patched up her various wounds. She was as good as new, however, Bel was troubled. Not only was he becoming increasingly bored, but Makoto needed his help. "Hey, Kuro, you wanna do me a favor?" Bel asked the cat, who was playing around with a cotton swab. Kuro turned away from the small cotton ball to face Bel. "Sure! Anything for you Belly! Whatcha want?" Kuro asked, being awfully considerate. "Will you go down to the music room and bring me my cello?" Bel asked. "You'll have to turn big for me, but that shouldn't be an issue. Further, I'll play Khalia's song for you and give you a saucer of cream when we get home if you can do it without being seen." Bel taunted the little cat. Kuro's eyes widened happily. "Wow! You mean it?!" The cat exclaimed, pure joy in his voice. "You're on Bel!" Kuro said before vanishing instantly into his own shadow. A moment later, Kuro was back, now full sized and carrying Bel's cello inside of it's care as if it were nothing more than a cat toy. After handing his master the cello, Kuro shrunk back down to normal size and jumped up on the end of Hikari's bed and curled into a ball. "That's so tiring Bel, don't ask me to do that again today, ok?" Bel chuckled to himself and nodded. "Of course Kuro, you did really well." Bel said scratching his cat's head. At that, Bel took out his cello and began to play. For some reason, he felt like he needed to play Khalia's song -- it might make him feel better and Hikari might like it. Regardless of the reason, Bel sat back in the chair, which he had moved back to the far side of the room so it wouldn't be so loud in Hikari's ears, and began to play, softly mind you, as Hikari was still sleeping. Just as Bel was finishing up, he noticed Hikari stir and stopped playing, he put down his bow and spoke. "Hey, you ok?" Bel asked simply

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|Never did I once asked if it would make anyone happy, because I am doing this to save myself.|




"Ma...ko...to."

A name that is inconsequential to him. Someone he has no need for. An answer he did not require. He does not care for the person she was calling forth. It was probably a useless runt she cared for greatly or depended on. After all, people who are pressed for desperation and the sense of helplessness. They will only call out one name. The name who they believed would be their messiah. However, when that one name cannot do anything in the end. Moreover, if that name is the one who betrays. It is the situation where one is taken to the darkness and forever bound to it. A broken existence that can never be healed by nonchalant and sincerest gestures.

Such sentiment was interesting. He could use such as a wonderful way to torture her. Yet, he was rather annoyed by hearing another name in front of him. He does not care for other names but he does care for his. This girl was truly testing the limits of his patience. Her presence was really an annoyance. "Do not call another name in front of me." As if to imply the serious implication of his words, he placed his mouth near her right ear. "The next name you say who is not me. I'll destroy." It was spoken in a volume befitting that of a whisper but not of amorous or comforting nothings. Instead, it yield the sincerest intention of doing what he had said. Well judging by his rank and his bloodline, it would not be difficult to do so.

Observing that his words created more dread to the girl, he raised his head once more and leveled it above hers. Those eyes of piercing black stared into hers without a reprieve. "You are not human." That is one of the established facts. From the lash of her power, to her biting his lips, to the taste of her blood, these all contributed to that one conclusion. This girl is not who she is. Furthermore, her blood was truly odd in a sense. He would rather die than to admit that her blood had a pleasant scent. Then, there is the matter about its taste. Something familiar yet something unknown. "You are not a vampire."

This girl was not completely whole of the other. It made her an ambiguous existence. Someone that should not have been born. She is a distortion, an abnormality. Although, it interested him to a degree. What mattered to him was the fact of her powers being related to that person. The same person who he had killed and drained of blood until all that remained were wisps of light. The culprit who took everything from him and destroyed his dream in one night. What is her connection to that person? The same man he had seen in the blurry haze of a memory from her blood. "I hardly care what you are." He started with a neutral tone. "Who is that person in your memory that shared your power. Who is he to you." His tone was not asking but one who demanded a straight answer or there will be consequences to pay.

All he wanted was to know if that man is still alive. He was curious how it could be. However, he set that aside for his desire to kill him again without fail was more strong. He will never forgive the people who took everything from him. There would be no peace until they all have suffered more than he had. If this girl will lead him to that man, he had no qualms on the methods to ensure that. He would even marry the girl even if she was truly human. Despite how disgusting that could be. He will keep this girl close to him. Judging by the series of memories he had received from her, the man seemed to care about her. This will be an advantage.

"Don't test my patience, wench." His eyes narrowed to emphasize that he is slowly getting annoyed. "I will destroy everything you hold dear in front of you." The words that left his lips were not sweet promises or anything to calm down the frightened girl. He did the opposite. Azriel continued to invoke fear. Speaking of which, he would not give this woman a respite from his grasp. Adding to that, she did say that she does not belong to anyone especially him. Well, he would give her credit for such a weak bravado. So, this will be her punishment and for him a means to an end.

Without much of a warning, he ripped opened her blouse revealing the expanse of her chest and bra in the process. Nevertheless, he had no intention of consummating any physical intimation with her. The kiss was an exception since it was a gesture of torture on his part. Removing his one hand from pining her right arm. He bit into his index finger to make it bleed. Once, it was done, he placed his hand on her chest, above her bosoms. "I will engrave a mark on you and your soul. A symbol that cannot be removed." His hand then glowed an eerie visage of bluish-white.

The process of doing so brought the sensation of something being carved on the bare skin with a burning blade. When it was done, he removed his hand a brand of the Nouralail appeared on her chest. Though, it had a unique flare of white feathers. It was a mark only found on their chosen mates. To make it personal, the brand would carry a certain embodiment of that person who did it. For Azriel, it was a white feather which was rather ironic. This was how his family create a covenant with their other half. A promise that even death cannot break. Actually, the Nouralail are the only ones who does such a thing.

"This mark? It is your father's. This means I am his and will only be his."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Of course, because I also have my mark on him. This is the proof of our eternal affection and devotion."

"Am I going to do that too?"

"Of course, Ash! You must do it with someone you absolutely cannot live without. I will be waiting to meet that special someone of yours. Because, this is our proof of ultimate love."

He then proceeded to grab the girl's hand and without ado bit into her palm. However, he only did so to make it bleed. After doing so, he placed her hand to the side of his neck. "From this point on, you are mine and I am yours." With that said, her hand suddenly glowed. The pain was also same for him yet, he remained unaffected by it. When it was done, he removed her hand from his neck, there was now a brand that symbolizes her. In vampire customs, they are now married one way or another. He really did without a thought about the feelings of love being involved. This was done all due to his personal goal and wish. Nothing else mattered. The woman would just be another tool of his. His parents were probably angry at him. After all, what he had done was now irreversible. He broke the true meaning of such an act.

"We can only do this once for once is enough."

"Just once?"

"Ash, did you not notice? We Nouralail,... When we fall in love, it is only once."

"Oh... that is true."

"When you do this with your destined one, she will be your life and you will be hers."

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"I'm not feeling angry, I am feeling wrathful. Move aside while you still can."





Hikari wasn't sure what had happened, one minute she had passed out from what was only blood loss, and the next minute she was laying in a bed, listening to music while she slept. Something click inside her head as she stirred, she shouldn't be laying in a bed, she should be helping Haruka, who the hell had thought to bring her to a bed? What gave them the right to even move her in the first place? Slowly, anger built up inside herself, like a flame slowly getting bigger, she was angry that someone who give her the luxury of being comfortable while Haruka was most likely in pain. Her fists clenched as she ground her teeth together. As she slowly sat up, turned, and glared at Bel, who had asked her if she was okay. Her glare was like the enraged look of death when he found out he had been cheated out of a soul, her gaze nearly screamed danger, she was silently warning him to back away while he could.

"Do I look okay? Who the hell told you to bring me here?! Of all places! I can patch myself up goddamn it! Fucking Vampires! I'll blow his freaking head off!!" Kari was nearly snarling at the Noble in front of her as she threw the sheets back, away from her body and to the ground, grabbed her Bloody Rose and shot twice up at the roof, and then one random shot in Bel's direction for the hell of it. The shot hit the wall near his head as she stormed out of the room, yelling and cussing as she went, her feet stomping into the wooden floor-bored's with more force than necessary. Students out of class stared at her in shock, and she couldn't blame them, she was covered in badges and blood, her uniform jacket had been ripped up and discarded, leaving her in a bloody looked white button up shirt and her eyes were nearly as red as a blazing flame. Not to mention she was carrying a gun and hissing like a cat at anyone who got in her way. Night Class students watched her rage with amusement, while Day Class students backed away and ran for cover as she passed them, she was heading right for Haruka's dorm, where she would find the bastard and shoot him in the head, not only had he thrown her into a wall, and cut her up with class, but he had pretty much kidnapped his own room mate, what a nut job.

Hikari was fuming as she neared the dorm door, where Makoto and Jiro stood, both looking worried. She stomped right up to the door, and kicked it so hard there was a slight crack in the middle of it. "I will kill him."
She hissed darkly as she cocked her gun and pointed it at the door, she was planning to let off a load right between his eyes, she didn't care if he was a Pure-Blood or not, he had no right to treat anyone the way he was, if she had a knife she would stab him. Repeatedly. She had a short temper, and people were testing it lately, she truly hated some Vampires, there was o way around her hatred for them. Kari's eye twitched as a Day Class student came to close to her for her liking, and she turned and hissed like a crazed cat at the boy, who screamed like a girl and ran away in the other direction.

If she wasn't so angry she would have laughed.

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"You told me once I was your light, and I believed you. I thought you were mine as well."




Snow surrounded a young girl as she tried to grasp onto a snowflake with a gloved hand. In her other hand, there was a man's hand, gently holding it. He smiled down at her as he rubbed her head affectionately. Stone gray eyes peered up into azure eyes and smiled brightly. Haruka cuddled against her father's legs, burrying her head into them as she giggled. The sound of his name caused Haru to turn to the direction. A frown marred his handsome features before he glanced down at Haruka.

"My little Light, I must go now," he had spoken as Haruka stared up at him. Where did he have to go? She tilted her head in confusion, her eyes gleaming the unspoken question. He knelt down so that he was eye level with her and offered her an apologetic smile. "I have something to attend to, my little Light. I promise, I will return for you though," he had spoken before he turned and walked away. the only thing Haruka could do was watch as the back of her father slowly disappeared beneath a black mass of a car, and just like that he was gone.




Makoto.

His name ran through Haruka's mind as Azriel's presence continued to invoke fear upon her. When he mentioned destroying Makoto, her eyes could only widen further. They were red from the tears that seemed to be endless as the mere thought of losing the one anchor she had to the human world frightened her more than the vampire pinning her down. Makoto was the first human that had managed to tear down a piece of her inner wall. He was her first friend, her only friend. In this world of fear, the thought alone was disturbing. He was the only thing she held dear in this life.

She had no friends, no family, nothing. She didn't want to call this person by his name. She had no reason to call his name. He wasn't hers, she wasn't his. She would refuse to say such a tainted thing. The next onslaught of questions and demands were hurled at Haruka, and one in particular caused her a bit of confusion. She had caught a glimpse of a man with yellow-orange hair in Azriel's own memories and his face was eeriely similar to that of her fathers.

"Dad..." she could barely hear her own voice when she called out in reflex. But what did he know of her father? Did he know where he was? He was dead. He had to have been dead. He had promised to come back for her, to come for her. He never did. He never returned from his trip and because of it, she was subjected to the daily feedings of that family. Would she have been afraid still if he had returned? So many questions of her own were drowing out the continued one-sided conversation until something happened. He had ripped off her shirt, and instinctively, she tried to cover heself up. His hold on her arms, however, ensured that she would not be moving anytime soon. He then pricked his index finger, allowing the blood to form and spoke.

A mark? What kind of mark? Why couldn't it be removed? Everything could be...unless. A searing pain filled her chest as she cried out. She could feel the sensation of her flesh burning as her screams fell on deaf ears. It felt like she was being carved on, a tattooing process with a blade that had been heated. She tried to move, but the pain was unbearable. She could feel her conciousness fade in and out. Between the fear and pain, it was a miracle she hadn't passed out yet. But would he let her if she did? She knew he wouldn't. This monster before her was the reason why she held such a fear. She could see their gazes, the hungry fangs elongated with their eyes. Those things, those hungry things.

She couldn't tell if she was still crying or if her tears had stopped, but she knew the pain had not. As the mark formed on her chest, the pure-blood then proceeded to bite her palm, just enough to draw her own blood and placed it upon his neck. The same sensation she had experienced was now being returned, a mark forming along his neck. It was her mark. A mark that would now bind them as one, forever. The mark was that of a not-yet wilted rose petal. It was a beautiful, tragic sight to behold really. It showcased just how different she was. A being lingering between life and death, humanity and monstrosity. It was at this point in her life that she had wished she was never here. She never should have enrolled into the Academy. She didn't know that this is what it would have ended like.

"From this point on, you are mine and I am yours."

The words echoed through her ears, and yet they never registered. Never. She would never be his. She would rather die than to belong to a vampire. She wasn't an object that could be coerced into something so easily. She wasn't an object to be used for the selfish desires of this thing. Although by custom, she was already his in a sense that they have just consummated a very sacred tradition. Although for it to be permanent, the consummation of their marriage would have to be sealed. And it wasn't with a kiss either. Her father had taught her that much before he left. He had always told her to never share her blood, or herself, with anyone other than the one that she could freely be herself with. To the one that she would cherish.

To the one she loved.

Whether it was a vampire or human, her blood, as most other vampires, was a sacred delicacy that should only belong to that one love. But now, she couldn't. He had tasted of her blood, he had branded her as he forced her to do the same to him. In that moment, Haruka felt her heart break ever so more than it already had that morning. She would never know the feeling of that love her father had spoken of. That love that her father had described to her when he had met her mother. He had told her numerous times that she was the spitting image of her, however; she never knew.

"I will never be yours" she found her voice, although still just a whisper as it was. "Never. You cannot destroy what is precious to me...it's already gone" she continued, although she almost mouthed the last phrase as she was already whispering. She felt the last of her tears fall while closing her eyes and willing them shut. There was only one thing precious to her, and he was gone. He had broken a promise he made: The promise he would return.

She would not subject to this man. She wouldn't be held like a hostage. With her free hand, as he had released it moments prior to marking himself with her blood, she tried to pry the man's other hand loose. She tried with all the strength she could muster, but he was a pure-blood. What chance did she have against him? She would gladly welcome death if it meant a release from this hell she was in.

"You're just like they were! You're no different from them! Just selfish desires, a hunger for something you want and know it will never be," she found herself screaming as she continued to pry at his hand. She knew it was worthless to claw at his hand, to try and remove it, to try and free herself. She wanted to try anything. She didn't want that to happen all over again. She didn't want to return to that life. She couldn't, otherwise she might end up doing the one thing she told herself she would never do.

Haruka! the sound of her name caused her eyes to snap open and peered beyond the black irises of Azriel. The sound of his voice echoed. Although the barrier Azriel had erected to prevent disturbances, she still heard his voice. Makoto had been screaming her name through the door, but he could sense the barrier around the object would deflect any source of intrusion. He stood there, trying to figure out a way to to get through it, however; the Nouralail was a particularly strong bloodline, one that even his father couldn't surpass. Even though the blood that ran through his veins contained the legacy of his father, he couldn't do anything about this barrier. He had caught glimpses of the event through the blood that had spilled from Hikari. He had taken a glance when he noticed little droplets of blood on his forearm after he had handed her to Hayden.

He had seen what the Nouralail had did to his sister, what he was doing to her, what he would do to her. She had released that energy, the one he was supposed to protect. It was a secret to the world of the half-ling that had inherited an ability thought specifically unique to one vampire. It was his duty. As her brother, as her friend, as hers. He was told that she would be his when her fear would be washed away. Although he loved his sister as a friend, and sister, it was in their family's heritage that they would also be one. If Azriel had truly made such a claim, would he be too late to stop the pure-blood?

"It is done, Makoto. There is nothing you can do now," Jiro spoke as he pierced into the mind of his master. He could see the pain, the misery she was in and the final act that would now, not only force him to serve his master, but the one she was now bonded to. He could feel the hairs on his back rise ever so lightly before his figure morphed back into a black cat. He turned from Makoto, missing the vampire's tear filled gaze as his own eyes began to leak. He failed her, his sister.

His father.

You promised you wouldn't cry for me Jiro. Remember? You said you would be strong and protect me. Like you did with... the voice echoed in the back of Jiro's mind as he could see the disappointment in her eyes. She had spoken these words to him when she had her first breakdown. She made him promise. Not as her servant, not as her friend, but as her protector.

"I failed you...Ru-ru.
" they both said in unison before Makoto felt his legs give from beneath him.

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"The little boy named Bel grew up in a house that was very different from the other's near it. It was full of monsters."





As soon as Hikari was up, Bel knew he was in some sort of trouble. He knees instinctively began trembling, even though he was sitting, and his teeth began to chatter. His pupil's dilated and a stupid smile slowly creeped across his face. He chuckled nervously for a moment before trying to speak. However, he was so terrified of this girl, even though there's was nothing she could do to him short of shooting him point blank in the head that would actually kill him. "U-umm.. easy n-now Hikari, n-no reason t-to lose our heads over this." Bel said, fighting with every word past his uncontrollable fear. 'This is just ridiculous...' Bel thought to himself with a sigh, he hung his head for a moment, "I brought you here because you were really torn up. The nurse patched you up and I decided to stay with you until you woke up so I could get some information about the current situation as well as to offer my assistance." Funnily enough, talking to Hikari was easy as long as he didn't look at her. "Kuro, please take this back for me." Bel said, laying his cello down in its case. "If you do it nicely, I'll give you another saucer of cream for breakfast tomorrow morning." Bel said in a very monotone voice, his eyes boring holes in the ground. As Hikari took aim and fired, Bel moved his head slightly to the right, causing the bullet to miss by a wider margin than Hikari had originally intended, which wasn't much. "W-whoa!" Bel shouted, suddenly, and expectantly, jittery. "That could have really messed me up! Be careful, those hunter bullets of yours are scary stuff." Bel complained, but he should have known better, Hikari was already off to where Haruka was. Bel stood, brushing himself off and handing his cello back to the now huge Kuro. "Thanks buddy, if Luna's in our room tell her what's up and have her give you the first saucer of cream I owe ya." Bel ordered, sounding more tired than anything else. "After that just stay in our room. I'll call you if I need you." Bel said, patting the whistle in his pocket. Kuro yawned before obliging his master. "Thanks Bel." Kuro said simply, as he phased into the floor. Once more, Bel sighed. "Let's go catch up with Hikari, shall we." Bel said to no one in particular.

Bel jogged down the hallway, catching up with a rampaging Hikari in a decent amount of time. He wasn't trying to show off, if anything, he was more trying to hide his true speed, as taking off like he'd done so many other times today with all these students around would be a really bad idea. As he jogged next to Hikari, Bel decided it might have been a decent idea to get some info from her. "Hey," Bel started. "I'm sorry I took you to the infirmary, I figured it'd be best to get you all patched up before heading into the fray. You were all kinds of tore up. Glass is some nasty stuff for humans to get stuck in them, even prefects like you. You can thank the nurse later. Anyhow, what exactly is happening with Haruka and Sir Azriel? Why'd they start getting into it? Usually Haruka's such a loner, and it makes no sense for Sir Azriel to even look at her, so what's the deal?" Bel asked, keeping step with Hikari as they made their way to Haruka's room. "This is bad," Bel said, as the pair began closing in on Haruka's room. "I smell a lot of blood, and something is definitely up because I hear screaming and shouting." Bel worried nervously. He hoped everyone was ok.

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"Uncle Hikaru, do you like my mother?" It was an honest and innocent query from an adorable looking boy who looked like at the moment a miniature version of his father. The boy had the same hairstyle and even wore matching clothes to fit the bill. "... I do... Azriel." It was the simple reply of the man he was looking up to. Yet, there was something odd in that answer of his. Azriel could not help but ask further. "Like my father does?" Hikaru had a slight expression of hesitation and a small smile decorated his lips. Those eyes of purple held a certain haze of sad realization. He looked at the curious little boy and patted that small tyke on the head. It ended at that. There was never a definite answer.

Perhaps, it would have been better if he had noticed the true meaning of that smile Hikaru had given that day. Perhaps, they may have avoided it. Could it?

"Nii-sama! Nii-sama!" Soft and warm eyes of black gazed at the younger boy calling out to him with such fervor. "I'm back Mamoru." The excited boy embraced the older and much taller boy who swooped him up into the air. He was now being carried by his most favorite person in the world. "Welcome back Nii-sama!" His older brother smiled so gently. "Oh, Ryuu you're back? How was the tour?" A girl with blonde locks and glittering emerald eyes had an amused look on her face. "It was fine, Izumi-neesan." A smile formed on Izumi's face as she immediately messed with Ryuu's hair who glowered at this. "Stop it, Nee-san!" Izumi laughed at this. "No way!" Then, there was a small cough disrupting the trio of siblings. Before them, there father stood with a warm smile. "Now don't hug Ryuu all for yourself two, Mamoru, Izumi." He paused for a moment and opened his arms wide open. "Ryuu must be hugged by me first! Come my prodigal son!" Ryuu literally sweat-dropped at this. When did he become a prodigal son? It was then a hard slap was heard. "Stop with your ridiculous notion, Kenta!" There with a frying pan in hand was their mother. "But Megumi-love"

Those days, he wanted to have those days again. However, it was now tainted by the color of blood. Crashed under the empty sparkle of ice and the unyielding coldness of that fateful night. There was nothing left. His dreams were shattered every time he wanted to reached for it. He took vengeance, but did he really accomplish that?


"The dreams that had faded and the ones that will never be true, you must never forget them."

"Dad..." Those were the words that escape her lips. So, that person was her father. The one who took everything away from him. How delightful. He now has that person's daughter in his hands. If that person was still alive despite what he had witnessed firsthand, he would just start taking everything he holds dear. If not, he would still take pleasure in destroying and breaking the most important things. This will be his form of retribution. That man took everything he hold precious. It was only right for him to do the same. No matter how cruel and violent he would have to be. He would return what has been given to him ten-times fold.

"You're just like they were! You're no different from them! Just selfish desires, a hunger for something you want and know it will never be," Her statement was truly naive to every word. This made the pureblood had a rather amused smile which was actually the first time to see such an expression from him. Since, he would only have a frown or a disinterested look on him always. "Selfish? You don't know how much. You're no saint." He gripped both of her hands once more. "You have selfish desires, don't you. That fear of yours. Shutting everyone away. What a selfish little girl." He then lowered his head awfully closed to her neck. His breath trickled on her skin like the teasing touch of the sun. "You can say you want about me. But, I will fulfill my goal unlike you who crawls to a corner hoping for a hand to hold on to."

Then, there was a gunshot outside the room. Azriel narrowed his eyes in annoyance as he raised his head. It was probably the myna bird. There was also someone calling a name, Haruka. It was probably the girl he is now hitched to. He looked at the door and then stood from the bed. His had finally released the girl from his grasp. "Let me make myself clear. You are a tool to me." While speaking, he was dusting his clothes and straightening them. "You could treat me the same. Since, we are now eternally bounded to each other." He noticed some dried blood on the corner of his lips. "You are under my protection and I highly doubt you could protect me from my enemies." Licking the corner of his lips, there was a rather sensual way in the way he did it without meaning to.

He then looked at the door with a rather disapproving expression. "This one point I want to clear. This will be the last time we drink each other's blood. Besides you won't satisfy me." Azriel then proceeded to the door and realized there were a lot of intruders outside the room. Do they not have anything better to do than to annoy him. "Since you are my other half now, I will tell you this. I will never lie to you." This time he looked at her eyes. His silver-black eyes held no gentleness, no warmth. no affection, however, it did hold an unyielding strength and truth of his words. Well, it is not like he found it worthy to lie to the girl anyway. Touching the doorknob, he then returned his attention to door. "Fix yourself. I'm the only one who can see your most intimate parts." He then threw a blanket to her. Afterwards, he then opened the door and leaned on the jamb.

Azriel looked at the spectacle of intruders before him with clear annoyance and opened disinterest. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I have no use for any of you. Begone." At the same time, he was unfazed of what Hikari looked due to the injury he caused directly, even towards the rater teary-eyed expressions of a man, and a boy who had no right to smile. They were all nuisances to him and that would not change even with a gun pointed at him. The stupid prefect could fire it at him anytime she wanted. He would not stop her. Although, she would be in for a surprise.