”Such the delicate sweetness of the crystal liquid, it soothes the senses. What about you? Am I going to be the one to soothe you?”
Yes, the humans have the saying that the full moon always bring out the madness in everyone. In his opinion, it was merely an instrument to display the darkness in each individual. As such, he was not alarmed or even showed any sign of attention when the doors to the room had been torn from its hinges. Nor did he show any concern towards his fellow vampires who were apparently confused and fearful of the massive creature known to them as a mere myth. They should have known all legends, rumors, and tales always has an origin and that was the truth at some point in time.
In any case, the pure-blood remained indifferent and continued enjoying his cup of wine while looking at the falling pink petals outside the window. The screams, shrieks, sound of body parts being broken, pulled apart, thrown and the splutter of blood served as melodic background music to him. He did not feel disturbed by hearing the life being painfully taken away from his fellow night class students. Even more so, it was being done by an entity no one knows about. But, he does. Oh, he wondered what would happen once this beast settles down. What will this rampage do to that frail humanity?
"Supremo, shall I take care of it?" These were the words of Cassandra who was also equally calm about the grotesque scene happening around them. She was not attached to any of those people dying. Thus, she was not affected by their deaths or having seen them being ripped apart like a poorly made rag doll. There was only silence from the pure-blood's end. It would be interesting to see Cassandra against the werewolf. Two entities completely out from the cycle of evolution from this twisted world. However, he simply presented his empty wine cup to her. The dutiful servant of the Supremo gave a small smile and filled the cup once more to the brim.
Just like that, the two of them remained on their position and allowing the chaos around them to ensue. Soon, the blue-haired pure-blood was killed. Well, it was a fight but not something notable. Then, there was the male prefect. There was little resistance to that and death was given brutally. This is what Cassandra observed as she watched the movements of the white beast. As for her Master, he was still looking out the window. It would appear that the petals were far more interesting than what was happening around him. Personally, people always die every second. There was nothing poetic about it. Nothing at all. So, why be bothered?
As for Pelus, he had already arrived with his usual empty expression. Those deep violet eyes of his looked at the blood-stained room where ashes scattered about. There were still those who had been left alive like the small one who had been known as some form of a King. Then, there was his Master and Milady completely unfazed and still unharmed by the chaos that had occurred while he was away. The familiar was no worried at all. So, he simply leaned against the frame of the broken doors in an nonchalantly manner. His arms crossed over his arms as he waited for any orders. It was then he caught sight of another two individual approaching the dreaded room. There was the girl from before and the servant of small noble vampire. Things will be interesting but alas, he remained a void.
"Supremo, it wants an audience with you." Cassandra informed the pure-blood who emptied his cup once more. She concluded this as the beast approached their position. Moreover, those golden eyes were locked on a certain form which was none other than her Master. As for the said pure-blood, he handed the wine cup to Cassandra who took it and then finally those carmine red eyes were finally looking at something else than pink petals. Red indeed met with gold. "How pathetic you are." He started in a bored manner as he stood from his chair while Cassandra prepared herself for anything. He glanced at the recently opened wine bottle which was not yet empty and sighed in disappointment.
"Disturbing me with trivial matters." Those eyes of ruby red met those golden eyes once more. Everything that was happening around him was nothing more but a nuisance and dealings he had no particular care about. "Now disappear, dog." With a movement that no one can gauge even other pure-bloods, Rien was right before the white beast. His hand firmly clutched at the beast's throat and then threw the large entity outside through the window he was looking out to earlier. It is true that pure-blood had greater abilities than others of their kind. But, this proved that he was in a different league entirely.
"There is no need for you to deal with such matters. Let me handle this, Supremo." Rien ignored Cassandra's words as if they were never spoken at all. She was about to appeal again but Pelus has already placed a hand on her shoulder, a gesture encouraging her not to interfere any further. In a moment, she looked at the familiar. The pure-blood was now gone from the room. He had joined the big bad white wolf outside with such a calm gait. Those red eyes of his glowed like precious stones under the full moon. He really disliked being interrupted while relaxing moreover with such underhanded tactics.
Without a delay, he had once more grabbed hold of the beast this time by the jaw. His strength made it possible to prevent the beast by opening its mouth that had killed many already. Afterwards, he swung the beast like a baseball bat brandishing the wolf through a series of large trees effectively uprooting them. Of course, they were not Cherry blossom trees. After that, he slammed the beast into the ground creating effectively a wide gaping hold which shook the foundations of the nearby building. It was like a small earthquake enveloping the entire school. Once the wolf was on the ground, he hovered above the beast and looked down at it. Lowering himself enough, he was now face to face with beast with just a few centimeters of a distance. "You are not worthy of my blood."
After stating that, he positioned a hand over the wolf's face and blinding white light engulfed them. They were hidden effectively by it from any curious eyes. Soon enough, the light receded and the pure-blood could be seen standing upright with his usual neutral expression. But, there was no more wolf there. The familiar red hair of the female prefect of Cross Academy and a silver rhombus-shaped earring dangled preciously at her ear laid on the ground before him. "I told you. You were indeed at my mercy." He then turned his back at the female prefect while Pelus and Cassandra jumped down and followed their Master quietly. He had grown tired of the events. As such, he would be retiring for his chambers. About the consequences, they were not kids. They should handle it. Like that, Rien left for the Moon Dormitory.