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located in Cross Academy | Modern Day, a part of Vampire Knight: Smoke and Mirrors, one of the many universes on RPG.

Cross Academy | Modern Day

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Character Portrait: Saya Takagi Character Portrait: Ekaterina Vasileva Character Portrait: Takeru Kuran Character Portrait: Sergei Rasputinov
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|I could hear the sound of bells echoing in the distance. The lure of a mysterious shadow, I only hope that when it does come, I would be able to protect what I desire.|




His hunch was correct. Well, it was not that hard to conclude since that was the only event in the school grounds which would need much attention. Actually, he was not that keen on the Dance as well especially with the certain theme to be used. The previous years, Valentines' Day was just celebrated by just arranging a booth for each Night Class Members whom the Day Class adores. It was the Student Council's duty to create the protocols for handing of chocolates while the prefects ensure that there would be no incidents. This was all done at the interlude when the Night Class is about to begin their lessons which was the opposite for the Day Class. After that, one could consider Valentines over. There was not much of a fuss and it gave the Day Class a respectable outlet for their emotions leaning to romance.

However this year, his fellow student council members along with the seniors requested a different event from him. They reasoned that before they would graduate, there would be a chance for them to properly interact with the all-alluring Night Class on equal grounds. Thus, the Valentines' Ball was created. It was something he was reluctant to do but with the eager and sincere feelings of those who asked him, he had no choice but to give it a shot at the very least. Suggesting this to the Headmaster, the idea was accepted without much of a debate. Honestly, he had expected a stern discussion but it turned into one of those overindulging conversations of how his beautiful children (referring to the Night Class) were truly so irresistible. He was once more dumbfounded by the Headmaster's carefree manners or another way of looking at it, the man has a very optimistic view of things.

As such, this meeting was now being held. Here were the people who would help to ensure that matters would not get out of hand during the Valentines' Ball. He really does hope nothing happens yet, there would always be friction especially when you try to dissolve the boundaries carefully placed to distinguish both races from each other. Nodding to himself as Ivan entertained his question, he leaned on his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He does this when he is awfully tired. This was probably caused by his travel time, vampire problems, and student affairs on top of one another. But, he is just human. He needs a break like now. His eyes caught his Student Council Adviser's expression. It was quite amazing how such simple gestures could readily be understood without much effort. As if hearing actual words of support from the popular professor, he gave the teacher a gentle yet grateful smile that lit his handsome features more.

He had opted to excuse himself early and let them discuss the event tomorrow on their own. There was also the matter about discussing something with Sacrilegious. Well, he changed his mind as he listened to what the Headmaster was speaking about. It seemed that the security would not only be the responsibility of the prefects. He did ask from the Hunter Association about the possibility of a temporary assistance. Well, it was not that difficult to ask with the mediation of the Headmaster. On the side, he had also hinted about some of the alumni to help. It's good to see that brought a certain relief and support for two female prefects. Once that was said and over with, the two girls were told to get some rest which the two obliged happily. "Good night, Vasileva-san, Takagi-san. Get some well-earned sleep and have sweet dreams." There was a friendly smile on his face as he spoke after Ekaterina. Soon, it was only him, the Headmaster, and Ivan.

It was not oblivious to him that the Headmaster was acting a tad bit childish in his interaction with Sergei. Really, it was hard to imagine the man as being a fearful hunter back in the days. In any case, the discussion between the two was done and Sergei had excused himself for the night. "Good night and sweet dreams, Rasputinov-sensei. Oh, I forgot I brought you a souvenir. I'll give it to you tomorrow." The Headmaster's ear perked at this and looked at Takeru with such a puppy doge eyes. "I also got you one, Headmaster." He comforted the man while mentally sweat-dropping at this. There was no problem showing him such affection or anything. Having too much of something is bad and the same could be said about having less as well.

Now, it was only the two of them. The Headmaster's demeanor changed immediately into that of seriousness. "How was the meeting?" Takeru released a huge sigh at this closed his eyes. "It was like talking to a spoiled child to share a toy." There was a slight pause in his words before he continued on. "I've managed to force the nobles' hands to mobilize about the killings and to cooperate with the hunters." The Headmaster nodded at this as he clasped his hands together. "That is a relief." It was then he opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling intently. "Not really. Something is coming. This is just a prelude." He then turned his head to look at the Headmaster. "Lilith is making her move." Upon hearing the name, the Headmaster's face darkened. "I see." Everyone knew that Lilith was bad news in this seemingly peaceful time. Yet, he has this sense that it was not the Headmaster's reason for having such a grim expression. He really wanted to know the reason but, he trust that the things the old man was hiding from him is for the good. So, he diverted the topic.

"You forgot to mention the dance would be a masquerade ball which means everyone is going to wear masks." The Headmaster raised his head and had a comical expression of completely forgetting to tell the others. "Anyway, I'll be visiting Sacred. I need to talk with him about something. Tomorrow is a hectic day. So, tonight is all I have. Well, good night." He said as he excused himself but not before stopping midway the room when the Headmaster called his attention. "You've grown strong, Takky." The nickname was only used between them and only when something important was about to happen which he had to face alone or when the Headmaster was truly concerned. He offered a small smile with strength and an assurance that everything will be fine. "I had a good father to thank for." The Headmaster's eyes widened as Takeru very rarely says that term. Actually, he had only used that word to refer to the man like twice since they had met that day. He turned his back at the shocked Headmaster and then waved his hand in the air before finally leaving the room. The Headmaster thankfully recovered as the sound of the door closing snapped him out of his stupor. He closed his eyes and had a gentle smile on his lips. "You're really right, he is a good boy."




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"Once upon a time, that is how you start the beginning of your end, correct?"




"Soon, your perfect world will be upset, my wayward brethren."

It was spoken with such softness as if it was a delicate caress towards a lover. Even then, it echoed through the wide hallways of the fallen synagogue. The location of such a place is unknown due to its audacious purposes. At the sight of day, it was an old ruin that serves as a memorial of the passing which is called time. Whence at the coming of the moon, it turns into a temple covered in sparkling gold and shimmering jewels that would served to be the fire to lit the insatiable greed of mankind. A paramnesia world where one would be given the chance to release the shackles of moral lore and to gain unfathomable freedom without the heed of judgment and drudgery. Now, who would be foolish not to take such a chance for a moment's whim? Stepping upon its forbidden grounds, which is decorated with the most exquisite tapestry and ornaments, an unbreakable covenant, will be initiated. The payment would be the ruined soul and in exchange, carnal pleasures will be ignited in endless succession. The key to an eternity of completion filled with barren gratification. Flaws are nothing but a mirage upon her form. Who is this being?

Multitude of people filled the large halls as if they were filthy rats, all screamed for the author of the pact to grant them the prize they had so adored and longed for. The hall that glittered in material riches that all men desired enveloped them. However, it did not avert their attentions to the most delectable reward for entering the pledge. In a matter of fact, none had seen her personally, yet men flocked to her enticing calls with the simple promise of empty dreams. It was a verity that humans were creatures that can be easily tempted with the slightest glimpse of light within a dark tunnel. Such trait made her smile with malicious intent; it was always amusing to see how pathetic a person would cling to hope even if it was a fragile thread. It was time for her entertainment.

"Eisi o vaedia? Es vos promptus? Ert þú tilbúinn? Êtes vous prêt? Are you ready?"

She had only spoke once however, those simple three words were translated into many different languages. Well, she has quite the flock of different ethnicity. It is flattering to be admired by millions. One would think she would be humbled yet, it only made her more conceited. In her opinion, this was only natural. She believed that the recognition given to her was only appropriate. The men all answered with one word. A wonderful chorus of yes which was a wonderful melody to her ears. It was time to have her moment of joy and to bestow the gift of never-ending pleasure. The doors that served as the entrance to this damned place had closed without interruption. The contract was to be fulfilled.

Gritos são o começo.
As lágrimas são a mancha desaparecer.
O sangue é o processo de conclusão.
O contrato tinha sido feito.


Words spoke in a foreign tongue. It was uncertain to whom it was directed to however, there a woman with such an innocence in her appearance sat upon the throne decorated with blood rubies and serpents. Her face was dimly lighted from the waning fire of the torches that lined the hall. It was far different from the breathing and shouts of thousands of men that would boast about how they will acquire her. Silence had reigned and not even a slightest hint of movement can be seen. The aroma of death adhered tightly to the air as if it was afraid of something greatly. No signs of life or struggle can be seen within the hall. What could have happened within such a short time? Her appearance had begun at the rise of the moon and the eerie atmosphere had started when the dark sun had reached the center.

The woman who had her eyes closed in reverie, opened them slowly. It was as if she had awakened from a fantasy that she had envisioned for so long. Her beauty was incomparable to anyone. A smile was upon her pink lips that illuminated her radiant face. Her head was cradled by her porcelain and soft right hand. It appeared that she had fallen asleep in the whole issuance of the contract. Not a moment too soon, she stood from her position. She wore a rather ethnic style of clothing as if she is a member of certain tribe. Nevertheless, it was rather simple, cute, and seductive at the same time. The obsidian blue tresses, so shiny and bright that it appeared to be the wide oceans of the night, poured over her pallid skin like a shimmering waterfall. Her pose appeared nonchalant, but a fleeting glance of her deep emerald eyes told a different story.

The waning light of the torches were ignited to its full capacity. The dark room was no more as the beautiful pillars wrapped in the finest cloth were soiled with the fresh liquid of life. The marble floors that can serve as mirrors were now tarnished from the brutality that the men had shown towards each other. Missing limbs, heads, torn clothes, broken weapons and blood filled the elegant and magnificent room. No other life was present than the woman was the cause of such savagery. The female that had enjoyed the play of greed, selfishness and violence that the mortals were capable of. It was always a grand feeling to witness the true nature of man that would be given the false oaths of eternal happiness. This was not also just for the males. It was the same with the women. Among the corpses were a few females that had wanted to see such beauty. It may be due to envy and curiosity. Whatever the case, they too had fallen to her enticing charm.

"This is why humans should just disappear."

Walking along the floors filled with the blood of the mortals, she was not bothered in every sense. Moreover, none had stained her. It was simple really. The ethereal being would not allow herself to be tainted by such filth. They were only useful to serve as her playthings and as food. It was always wonderful to see them writhe in agony and then expect to be rewarded with a wonderful prize. That would be true in one's imagination. However, this was reality. She caught sight of someone still clinging to the faint glimmer of life. Approaching the dying male, she lowered herself in front of the man with such a sympathetic expression. "Do you still want to live?" The man's eyes were slowly losing its light but had managed to nod his head ever so painfully. This made her smile as she placed her lips hovering above the man's jugular vein. "Too bad. I like you dead." And, with that the man's had served his fate as a mere snack.

It was then multitude of butterflies filled the hall with their dangerously alluring glow. The woman stood once more as blood trickled down her mouth. She licked the leftover spill ever so deliciously before looking at the horde of butterflies flying around her. One butterfly landed on her shoulder as she smiled with such amusement. "A masquerade ball. How fun. I want to come." She said with a light tone of cheerfulness and excitement. It resembled that of a child. "I do not have an invitation but, I am sure they would not mind at all." With that, the butterflies that fluttered were burned all together as ashes began to fall all around her. "Now, what to wear..." She mused to herself as she walked away from the scene.