|"This is my gift to you, because I don't want you to be a saint... Your thirst will only be quenched by me..."|
Golden eyes like the sun gazed at the ceiling with no purpose. A dream... It was a dream about her. When he dreams about her, it would be better never to wake up. He likes those kind of dreams despite how twisted and mortifying it may be. As long, she was there. Then, he was completely in bliss. Leaning on the wall behind him, he closed his eyes once more. He hoped the pull of sleep would invade his senses and make him dream again. But, his efforts were futile. It was truly lamentable. The things he desired could never be the ones given to him. It had never been so ever since.
"Amalthea..." It was the name that left his lips with such beauty and care. Anyone would easily recognized that the one who spoke held this name with great affection. Yet, one would be rather surprised as this was delivered by the creature who had been known commonly to be unable to show or to cater any kind of emotions. The said pure-blood opened his eyes once more as it held no visible trace of regret and sadness which he was actually feeling at the moment. He was once more back in the school library at the abandoned aisle. There he had slept through the day. Never once sleeping in his assigned room.
Days had passed by since the acclaimed School Festival which turned into a catastrophe. It was supposed to be a pleasant and enjoyable activity for both humans and vampires. Yet, it became a traumatic memory even to the innocent bystanders whom had simply decided to join in with the festivity. Despite such happenings, the academy continued on. Life must still move forward. Time never stops. It flows to a sense of eternity. Nothing would change that. This was something that he was certain of. Straightening himself, he could hear movements from here and there. It was yet another time for classes of the humans.
Like everything moved on, he did the same in his own way. There was no change in the white-haired pure-blood. He remained indifferent and empty of any emotions. As always, he attended his classes as required. He then disappeared to somewhere right after. There were also instances that others would see him sleeping in the most odd of places. Flocking to him which was normal. His interaction decrepit and brief. No warmth. No profound meaning. Just like that, he was once more secluded and even barely talked to anyone which was nothing more but the usual.
In his hands, it was the only book he would be seen reading, Dracula. Looking at it in revered silence, he flipped through the pages before closing it. He then walked away from the wall and soon left the premises of the library. The book he was reading a moment ago was now safely kept from prying eyes. Glancing at the window beside him, the sun greeted him with its brilliance. It was reflected on his form and somehow, it made him looked like a being born from the light. How truly ironic. If someone had noted that to him, he would have said it as nonsense and unfitting. Because, he is nothing as such.
Removing his eyes from the rising sun, he continued to walk. His destination would be his room for some change of clothes and a shower while at it. Afterwards, he would then linger around the school grounds to find another place out of the reach of others. There he would have the spell of slumber take over him even if just for a while. He soon arrived at his shared room with Tsukino. As it was customary, the two pure-bloods never crossed paths in their room. Never once. It might be noted as peculiar. Yet, it was just the way it is. In any case, he proceeded to do what he had came for.
Once done, he left the room and made his way to the halls. He would need to do his own patrols which had been usually left to O. However, his familiar was still out of commission. The boy he had fought that day brought more damage than he had initially assessed. He still needed time until O could fully recover from the injuries sustained. Which made him think about the ones behind such devastation, the man who appeared nothing more but a normal gentleman and the boy who gave him an almost fatal wound. There was still little information about them. But, there was a sense that he would be meeting them again. It was just the beginning and that is what concerns him.
It would not be unrealistic to think that the academy would become a battlefield once more. Judging at what occurred at the festival, these people hardly cared about innocent people. Their intentions were also covered in the haze of mystery. Nothing made sense to him. All he knew those people knew who he is. Their depth of knowledge about him did not only end by name and the ability of his blood. Somehow, they seemed aware of his personal matters. There was no one else that knew him so intimately but his sister, the only one he would ever dreamed of.
"Hey mister, can you show me around?" Those words interrupted his contemplative thinking as he looked at the source of the query. There before him was an apparition. He could not think of anything else of how to describe it. The eyes of gold which were always vacant of any emotions now clearly expressed disbelief. They were even widened to a degree to depict this. His lips parted so little. Without a doubt, his face catered the feeling of surprise."Who are you?" Those words slipped from his mouth without much of a consultation from his mind. The mysterious persona had an amused smile and spoke with a bit coy and disappointment. "How rude. Before asking for someone's name, you must introduce yourself first. Isn't that how it goes?" Just like that, the alluring scent of roses filled that particular hallway.
"Amalthea..." It was the name that left his lips with such beauty and care. Anyone would easily recognized that the one who spoke held this name with great affection. Yet, one would be rather surprised as this was delivered by the creature who had been known commonly to be unable to show or to cater any kind of emotions. The said pure-blood opened his eyes once more as it held no visible trace of regret and sadness which he was actually feeling at the moment. He was once more back in the school library at the abandoned aisle. There he had slept through the day. Never once sleeping in his assigned room.
Days had passed by since the acclaimed School Festival which turned into a catastrophe. It was supposed to be a pleasant and enjoyable activity for both humans and vampires. Yet, it became a traumatic memory even to the innocent bystanders whom had simply decided to join in with the festivity. Despite such happenings, the academy continued on. Life must still move forward. Time never stops. It flows to a sense of eternity. Nothing would change that. This was something that he was certain of. Straightening himself, he could hear movements from here and there. It was yet another time for classes of the humans.
Like everything moved on, he did the same in his own way. There was no change in the white-haired pure-blood. He remained indifferent and empty of any emotions. As always, he attended his classes as required. He then disappeared to somewhere right after. There were also instances that others would see him sleeping in the most odd of places. Flocking to him which was normal. His interaction decrepit and brief. No warmth. No profound meaning. Just like that, he was once more secluded and even barely talked to anyone which was nothing more but the usual.
In his hands, it was the only book he would be seen reading, Dracula. Looking at it in revered silence, he flipped through the pages before closing it. He then walked away from the wall and soon left the premises of the library. The book he was reading a moment ago was now safely kept from prying eyes. Glancing at the window beside him, the sun greeted him with its brilliance. It was reflected on his form and somehow, it made him looked like a being born from the light. How truly ironic. If someone had noted that to him, he would have said it as nonsense and unfitting. Because, he is nothing as such.
Removing his eyes from the rising sun, he continued to walk. His destination would be his room for some change of clothes and a shower while at it. Afterwards, he would then linger around the school grounds to find another place out of the reach of others. There he would have the spell of slumber take over him even if just for a while. He soon arrived at his shared room with Tsukino. As it was customary, the two pure-bloods never crossed paths in their room. Never once. It might be noted as peculiar. Yet, it was just the way it is. In any case, he proceeded to do what he had came for.
Once done, he left the room and made his way to the halls. He would need to do his own patrols which had been usually left to O. However, his familiar was still out of commission. The boy he had fought that day brought more damage than he had initially assessed. He still needed time until O could fully recover from the injuries sustained. Which made him think about the ones behind such devastation, the man who appeared nothing more but a normal gentleman and the boy who gave him an almost fatal wound. There was still little information about them. But, there was a sense that he would be meeting them again. It was just the beginning and that is what concerns him.
It would not be unrealistic to think that the academy would become a battlefield once more. Judging at what occurred at the festival, these people hardly cared about innocent people. Their intentions were also covered in the haze of mystery. Nothing made sense to him. All he knew those people knew who he is. Their depth of knowledge about him did not only end by name and the ability of his blood. Somehow, they seemed aware of his personal matters. There was no one else that knew him so intimately but his sister, the only one he would ever dreamed of.
"Hey mister, can you show me around?" Those words interrupted his contemplative thinking as he looked at the source of the query. There before him was an apparition. He could not think of anything else of how to describe it. The eyes of gold which were always vacant of any emotions now clearly expressed disbelief. They were even widened to a degree to depict this. His lips parted so little. Without a doubt, his face catered the feeling of surprise."Who are you?" Those words slipped from his mouth without much of a consultation from his mind. The mysterious persona had an amused smile and spoke with a bit coy and disappointment. "How rude. Before asking for someone's name, you must introduce yourself first. Isn't that how it goes?" Just like that, the alluring scent of roses filled that particular hallway.