"Hey Kiyo, can I ask you something?" Saya asked as she laid her head on Kiyoshi's shoulder. He merely glanced down at Saya, a small smile playing at his lips while he rested a hand on hers. She took that as a yes and peeked up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Why are you always here? By my side I mean," she questioned, the words flowing from her mouth as she turned to stare up at him. Kiyoshi blinked down, his dull blue eyes casting a confused glance before lightening up a shade.
"Because it's you,"
Nothing made sense. The vampires, the two pure-bloods fighting, her own teacher. Nothing. Everything was spinning and she couldn't stop it. The only thought running through her mind, as selfish as it was, was to keep Amaya safe. No one else mattered. Not Sacred, Ekaterina, Takeru, or Sergei. Just her: Amaya. She wanted...needed to protect her sister at all costs. Amaya was the only thing that was important to her, and damn her if she failed to protect her sister. Does that make her a bad person?
No, Saya.
Her eyes snapped towards the source of sound, and saw only chaos. She couldn't make anything out, not even the voices of the hunters as they poured onto the battle field. Debris smoked all around her, the shards of ice still penetrating deep within the earth. Vampires, the Night Class more so specifically, charged head on into the fray, slaughtering countless vampires that threatened the peace of Cross Academy. It was like a dark waltz, vampires and hunters spinning around each other, blood spraying against the once beautiful green grass and decorating it a deep crimson.
Move,
The voice continued as Saya dodged a stray icicle spear. She found herself running again. Her destination was unclear. All she knew was that she needed to run, and run she did. Her legs carried her to a clearing. Countless bodies piled together as vampires and hunters fell. What was this? Surely this had to be a dream? People she knew, people she grew up with were dying left and right in front of her eyes. There was no possibility that this was real.
It couldn't be.
The pain that seared through her flesh signaled that this was all to real. Another scream tore through Saya's throat as her hands flew to the source of the pain and tore a clawed hand from her forarm. She stared at the culprit and her eyes narrowed in anger. She pulled the Artemis Rod and thrusted it into the vampire's face, listening to a sickening crack as it made contact.
I love you Saya
...only you.
...only you.
Something snapped in the back of Saya's mind as an intense pain filled her head. She doubled over with the pain, clutching her head. Her eyes glowed a vermilion color before she felt herself pass out, however; her body re-acted. Strands of auburn hair flew amongst countless bodies of mad vampires, each one dropping as she passed. Her hands were stained crimson as pursed lips remained closed, eyes still clouded over. No one would recognize the Takagi prefect as she danced on the battle field.
When her eyes snapped open, it seemed like hours had passed, however; it was only a few minutes. Blood coated her body, her hands, her feet...her face. Where did this blood come from? Whose was it? These questions were pushed out of her mind when a familiar name pierced the air. Her eyes snapped in the direction of the source. There, in a pillar of ice, was Moirae. She was pierced from all directions and her blood dripped down like a waterfall of blood. Much like her blood, Saya could feel the tears roll down her cheeks, washing the vampiric blood from her face as Moirae descended to the ground. She never touched it as Sacred cradled the girl, almost in a loving embrace, as he pulled her to his chest.
"Moi...rae," the name came out as a mere whisper. It felt as if it were just the breeze passing by as she watched the scenes unfold, Sacred piercing the soft flesh of Moirae until she was no more. "Moirae," she repeated. That smile, the laughter, the way she helped keep Sacred in line...those days were over. Saya would never see the silver-haired servant girl of Sacred...and something in Saya's heart broke. The tears continued to roll down her face as she pushed herself to her feet, running towards Sacred and Moirae, however; Takeru's form came into view. She could see the despair in his heterochromatic eyes, the sorrow that overwhelmed him. It was true, Moirae was gone. Even after the ashes floated away, Moirae was gone. Just like that, in the blink of an eye.
Gone.
Saya clutched at her chest, falling down to her knee's as she gasped for air. It wasn't true, it couldn't be. She didn't want to believe it. The sobbing coming from the depths of her throat, that wasn't her. She wasn't crying for Moirae. She was crying for someone else. The hunters? The Night Class students? Moirae promised to have tea...she said they would have tea after it was over. She couldn't say something like that, not without keeping true to her words. Moirae wouldn't leave them like that...would she? Saya felt her legs crumble beneath her, a few yards away from Sacred and Takeru, clutching her chest tighter as the pain overwhelmed her. It was just like the dance all over again. First Kiyoshi, now Moirae. When would this end?
"When this is all over, let us all have tea,"
"It's over Moirae...let us have tea."
"It's over Moirae...let us have tea."