"I made a promise, one that I intend to keep, however; I know now that I made a mistake. They are my friends...and my life."
Time stood still for Yukiko as she glared at Kaiya. The silver-haired female sported a wide grin resembling that of the Cheshire cat. The very presence of this girl infuriated Yukiko as she clenched her fist tightly. Kaiya only tsked as she took a step towards Yukiko. A hand had laced itself underneath her chin as the silver-haired girl tilted her head to the side. It would appear that the two were having a staring contest before the silence was finally shattered.
"Did you enjoy my little gift?" Kaiya spoke. "I thought that the little family reunion would brighten your spirits, but it seems they have only dampened. Tell me? Did that fool tell you that it is hopeless?" she continued the grin turning into a bright smile. Although Kaiya knew what had taken place, she wanted to see the grief and disdain flashing before Yukiko's eyes, however; this only served to fuel the flame that was growing inside of Yukiko. The nerve of this girl to speak about her father that way. Yukiko wanted nothing more than to tear off that pretty little head of hers and cause her a slow, and painful death. The bane of her existence, the reason why her father was dead, was because of this girl before her. From the moment she met Kaiya, she already knew that the girl would be nothing but a thorn in her side.
"You have no right to speak of my father that way. Not with that filthy tongue of yours," were the first words to slip passed Yukiko's lips. Before another word could be said, the sound of someone calling out to the two caused Yukiko to momentarily take her eyes away from Kaiya. She spotted a rather peculiar site, and she had to stare at the girl that had called out to them. Kaiya, however, was un-amused by this sight and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Not only had her prince called out to them, but he called out Snow-white's name first. She couldn't have that. It would only be her name that escapes those lips of his, and no one else. "That fool was a pure-blood vampire, my father, my everything. Just as my friends are now, and I will protect them from you," she continued with such conviction that it caused Kaiya to frown slightly.
"You cannot protect them, not from me. Especially him," Kaiya nearly hissed out. This only further fueled the rage building inside of Yukiko. She clenched her fists tightly as she narrowed her eyes dangerously at the silver-haired girl. This Kaiya was truly testing Yukiko's patience as the two girls stayed their hand. "You will never possess him. He belongs to me. Give him to me, and this pathetic existence of a school will remain intact along with your life," she continued, glancing in the direction the blue-haired pure-blood was forcing his way through the crowd. Yukiko followed her gaze as they landed on Khalid. A frown marred her face in the process. This girl was adamant at taking Khalid. Why? He was just another pure-blood vampire, there were plenty more of them out in the world. What was so special about him? It didn't matter though, Yukiko promised him that she would protect him. He was her friend.
"No," were the simple words that left Yukiko's lips. Kaiya couldn't have him. "He is not an object you can possess. He does not belong to you, nor anyone else. He will never be yours. He is my friend, that is enough of a reason to deny you him," she continued. Kaiya merely scowled at the girl before her eyes glowed a soft crimson. An intense wind began to blow, as a fuchsia colored aura radiated from Kaiya. Yukiko did not waver as a blue light surrounded the silver-haired girl, the sound of something being chanted leaving the girl's lips.
"You should have given him to me. Now no one can have him," were the only words Kaiya spoke before vampires poured into the field. Some were hypnotized, others were falling into the dangerous level of madness, and they rushed the hall filled of unsuspecting humans. Kaiya disappeared in a swift motion as Yukiko's eyes widened.
"Khalid," she spoke as she rushed towards the blue-haired pure-blood. The Day Class students at first thought this as part of a play, however; when one of the mad vampires grabbed hold of a student, they all shouted in fear. But Yukiko didn't care, they were not her concern. The only ones that mattered was the one before her, Serafine, Sakken, and Yamato. Everyone else could perish for all she cared, however; a deep pain in her heart told her otherwise. At that moment, she was grateful for the kimono being the way it was made. She maneuvered through the vampires, dodging claws and fangs in the process. She needed to reach Khalid before the vampires did. She could see a vampire reaching for him, and this only further caused her to push herself. She barely made it in time as the vampire's claws tore into her forearm. Her eyes remained fixed onto the vampire as she removed his arm.
"Filthy hands do not deserve to touch what is apart of my life," Yukiko spoke as she twisted the vampire's arm. She kicked the vampire away from her as she grabbed at her forearm. She didn't care if her blood was spilling at the moment, only that her friend was safe. She turned to stare at the blue-haired vampire and offered him a frown. "A princess does not suit you at all," were the only words that left her lips. She tore off a piece of the bottom of her kimono and quickly attached it to her arm, securing it as a tourniquet to stop the blood from pouring out more. The screams, the shouts, everything was going into chaos. She needed to stop this madness...but how?