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Hayden Belphegor "Bel" Morgan

"Oops... um... it's supposed to crack like that, right?" *Sigh* "I'll go get the broom..."

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Devil's Pact”, as played by XShishioX

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”Carefully, Carefully.... oh hang it all. I never liked those stupid games anyway." *Pouts*




Nickname: His parents like to call him by his middle name, resulting in the Nickname “Bel” that his little sister made up. It fits him well. "Plus 'Belphegor' sounds so gross. Bel is much cuter."

Age: Appears to be no more than 17, but we all know appearances can be deceiving. "Or am I really only seventeen? *Spooky noises* Mysterious!!!"

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire "If the ears, teeth, and skin didn't give it away... it's because I attend night class, right?"

Role: Noble Vampire "I am a member of the broken Morgan family. My mother and I are all who are left. It's cool. Khalia's still with me. Here in my heart."




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”I suppose I look good enough, though I wouldn't want to get a big head about it.”





Hair Color: Bel's hair is very dark. It's a semi-shiny black that only really glints in strong sunlight.

Eye Color: Bel's eyes are very blue. They're perfectly bright and very deep for their shade. They change, dependant on his hunger and mood. If his eyes are deeper in color, then he's content. If they become icy blue, he's either hungry, or very very angry.

Skin Tone: His skin is rather pale, even for Vampires. "White like notebook paper. Maybe I should get some sun. Dying doesn't sound too bad either."

Height: He's about 5' 11" and he hates that he's just barely not six feet. "Stupid last inch... Dumb body does everything else but it won't grow just a tiny bit for me? *Pbbhhhhht.*"

Weight: He's skinny, not scrawny, but has a decent amount of muscle on him. He likes to wear well-fitting, but not tight clothes. He likes to see the results of his training, but he doesn't want to show off. "I might not look like much, but I... what's that? I don't!? Why you!!"

Physical Description: Bel looks and tries to act like any teenage kid. He dresses stylishly, but not overly showy. He can often be found smiling and going about his business in a quiet, respectful manner. He wears the school uniform, but only during his classes. He hates the tie, and fights with it often, and will change into more comfortable clothes as soon as he's out of class. It's often been joked before, that Bel's "regular clothes" are much more elaborate than his uniform, remarking upon the paradox of him hating his tie. "How the heck do you do this stupid knot!" His father never taught him how.

Regardless, Bel looks very much like a noble of the Morgan Family. He has their blue eyes, their dark hair, their sharper canines, and their pointed ears. The family is noted for looking ever so slightly more bestial than their counterparts in society, but to no detriment of the family whatsoever. The Morgan family is well respected in Vampire society as one of the more prosperous families, standing close to the top, but still nowhere near as close as some families, namely the Lancaster and the Nouralail Families. This is due to their blood status as well as overall family income. This should not be taken to mean that the Morgans are any less productive or powerful in Vampire society, they simply aren't quite at the top. Regardless, Bel shares their sharp features and wears them very well.

His body is certainly fit for the stock he's been bred of, being both strong and lean. He's just tall enough, just strong enough, and just handsome enough to combine all of the classic features of the Morgans perfectly and effortlessly. He is an attractive sort of kid, his breeding being a fantastic decision made by his grandparents, who arranged his parent's marriage. Despite his good looks, athleticism, and charming personality, he'll never pursue any of the people who pine for him, nor will he let the attention get to his head. His strength only serves to alienate him amongst his classmates. He can hardly do anything without using the utmost care, or he's bound to smash something. This typically leads to him wearing a bit of a frown, and causes him to sigh often. "I know, I know. I'll go get the broom again. You guys might as well just GIVE me a key to that damn closet, what with how much I use that stupid broom... Oi! His name is Jeffrey and he's special, damn it!"




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”This curse. I hate everything about it. You can't do anything in a body like this.”





Romantic Interest: As of yet, undetermined. However, he would prefer to remain single for a long time, and he would only ever like to mate with another Vampire, as they are the only ones durable enough to be safe around him. Who knows? Perhaps this monstrous being might come to love a human. "If I hug you, you die. If I kiss you, you might die. If I hold your hand, you could die. If I... dude, are you actually gonna make me say it?" *blushes*

Skills and Abilities: Bel is possessed of a supernatural condition, even more so than other Vampires. His strength, his senses, and his body's capabilities in general, are massively more enhanced than humans, and will put most Vampires to shame, but only on a physical level. He boasts no other ability than his condition, however, so enhanced is his body that he is capable of feats of extreme mobility, strength, and perception. "Stupid body..."

Strength: Bel's strength is massive. It's his second most powerful aspect. While exerting himself fully, Bel is terrifying to behold, and he knows it. He's more than a little afraid of what he can do with his strength, seeing as how every single weight at the gym isn't enough to make him push himself. He tried benching one of the machines once, but it didn't go over well. He couldn't find a bar big enough and strong enough to attach both of them to so he canned the whole idea. Seeing as how he hasn't been able to properly test it, Bel doesn't know what the upper limit of his own strength is, though it's definitely somewhere in the thousands, as far as poundage goes.

Speed: While's it's not his best aspect, it's certainly not his worst. Bel is very fast for a vampire. Though he is unable to fly, or perform other such acrobatics, Bel is more than a little agile, able to keep up with, and pass, cars on the highway, though he's not the type to show off. Again, as he hasn't tested it, he doesn't know for sure, but his max speed probably tops out just under one hundred miles per hour.

Senses: Particularly smell, Bel's senses are absolutely amazing. While his sight is only as good as a regular vampire's, his hearing, smell, taste, and touch form a vast network of information gathering prowess that he puts to use quite well, often having to ignore things he's learned from overhearing them. His range of smell is easily comparable to a bloodhound's and just as effective. He can hear just as well as any predatory animal, and his touch is even sensitive enough to perceive vibrations in the air and ground around him.

Stamina/Durability: Stamina and durability are the two things that Bel has the most of, even more so than how stupidly strong Bel is, he is most proud of his ability to take a hit. He knows that he could destroy an opponent is single combat, as in a fight to the death, Bel's body is more than capable of handling itself. Even more so, he knows it, and is genuinely afraid of it. Oftentimes Bel will simply allow his opponents to wear themselves out on him. Never throwing back a single punch unless forced to against opponents who are much stronger than him. He doesn't know it's upper limit, but he suspects that he'd be able to stand right back up after being hit by a semi or even a jet.

Balance/Hand-Eye Coordination: Bel is very aware of his own body, especially due to his enhanced senses, therefore, his sense of proprioception, balance, and fine-motor skill, are quite prodigious. He can always hazard a decently accurate guess as to how much effort it will require to perform an action, but the exact amount of control required takes some getting used to.

Other Skills: Bel is a fantastic cook, as his enhanced sense of taste allows him to reconstruct entire recipes after eating them only once. Further, as he is inescapably aware of his own body, he can reproduce almost any skill, as long as he has the knowledge of how to perform everything required for the skill. However, since he's a bit of an idiot, he only has a specific skill set, as he's not the brightest crayon in the box. What's more, as stated previously, it takes a while to get used to the exact amount of power, dexterity, and speed required to perform an action, especially since he is so strong, and so fast.

Bel is a fantastic hand-to-hand combatant, as his body is essentially wrought out of titanium. Though it's a bit of an under exaggeration, Bel is just as light, easily as strong, and easily more durable. He is learning a few martial arts, in order to become more acquainted with his own body, and to turn himself into an extremely capable fighter, as well as a form of meditation and strength control.

Bel loves to swim as well. He feels so calm and free when he's in the water. Though his abilities make him a godly swimmer, he only ever goes full out when he's at the ocean, and he's sure no one will see. "I love the water. It's like the whole world stops."

Finally, being bred of a Noble Family, Bel's mother insisted that he learn to play an instrument. It was either that or horseback riding. Since the horses didn't like that Bel could run faster than them, Bel learned how to play the Cello. He's not exceptionally good at it, nor is he bad. He'd right around the skill level he should be after practicing for about 20 years, however Bel won't be putting on his own concerts, he's not that good. Further, he doesn't like to discuss it. It's something he only ever does for Kuro when the pair of them get lonely and start missing Khalia, or when his mother asks.




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”I spent my whole life trying to protect her, but all she wanted was to be with me. Now I'm the lonely one.”





Other: Like all Vampires, Bel has a familiar. It's a Cait Sith (demon cat) with two little horns on its head, an overgrown tooth on the one side, and two tails. Bel's father named it Kuro, and it refuses to go by anything else. Kuro is an adorable little cat, whose tooth and horns and tails are invisible to anyone who isn't a Vampire, or at least part Vampire. Further, he won't talk to anyone who isn't a Vampire, or anyone who's not interesting. Kuro talks a lot. Kuro is very playful, and very loyal to Bel and is very protective of him and Bel's family. He is, however, exceedingly friendly to the point of pushing Bel to go out and make friends so they can come over and play. Kuro's favorite food is actulally beef, not fish, and he has a tendency to weed out catnip wherever it is and become very silly in the process. "Hey, hey Bel. Bel. Belly. Belly-Belly-Bel!" "What?" "Hi Bel, let's go play!! Come on!!!" *sigh* "Don't sigh at me, go say hi to her. Do it or I'll eat your dinner!" "Hi... I'm Bel..." "With gusto damn you!!"

Personality: Bel is a little shy, perfectly friendly, and more than a little jumpy. He knows how powerful his own body is, further, he knows that being as strong as he is has both it's advantages, and its disadvantages. He could never become involved with someone romantically, as his affections could easily become life threatening. However, even though he isn't very smart, he will always be respectful, to anyone and everyone who treats him with respect. He knows very well that as a Noble, he has to keep up appearances, for his parents and their standing in the Nobility.

He loves jokes, though he isn't very good at making any. All but the basest of humor escapes him. This shouldn't be taken to mean that he is exceptionally stupid, but he's nowhere near the kind of high-level intelligence that his parents would like him to be. Another of his likes, happens to be, going right along with the horrendously cliched sensitive tough guy appearance, cute things. He is a sucker for soft, stuffed toys, and he owns quite a few of his own. He's particualry fond of snack, preferably the sweet kind, but dowsn't get them too often. "I'll get fat. Eww...."

Bel is a very fierce friend. While he's not good at making them, as he tends to clam up around people he doesn't know, however, in memory of his sister, Bel promised to cherish and love everyone who became close to him. As a result, Bel is a very caring, very stubborn, very helpful, and very kind friend. It's pretty safe to say that he doesn't like his friends, he LOVES them. He loves them to death. "Which could actually happen. I am pretty strong."

History: Bel has lived his life in fear of himself. Ever since he was small, his powers manifested completely and fully. As a tiny baby, he was easily as strong as his parents and as he grew, it would only get worse. Luckily, he liked to play mostly by himself, swimming in the pool in the yard, and learning how to control his strength. When Bel was six, his little sister, Khalia, was born, and she was the most adorable thing that Bel had ever seen. The pair grew up inseparably, spending as much time together as you would expect siblings should. They grew to love each other very much. It was during this time, that Bel began to exhibit an amazing control over his powers. His parents suspected that he was consciously doing so in order to protect his little sister and make sure he wouldn't hurt her while they were playing. It was also around this time that Bel got his nickname and it stuck.

When Bel became 12 and his body finally started growing, he had even more trouble containing his raw might, breaking the stone pillars at the front of his house on more than one occasion. He stopped playing with his little sister as much, and began training with the family's butler, Edward, to learn how to control his monstrous strength. Though Bel sought to protect the little sister he loved, if only from himself, she took it to mean that he was beginning to hate her. She started became very depressed, which only made Bel force himself to alienate himself from her harder. He became obsessed with his training, forcing himself to continue going long after Edward had gone to sleep after fighting with the young master. Bel took to meditation, trying to find some way to seal his powers so he could once more see the smiling face of his little sister. All the while, little to their own knowledge, many were becoming jealous of the Morgan's prosperity, charm, and blood status. It was then, that tragedy struck.

Bel was training one day, fighting in the basement with the butler when he heard a scream followed by smashing noises. Bel flew up the stairs, disregarding everything he was trying to learn. That scream had come from his sister, and it set Bel's blood boiling. Bel burst into her room, roaring with rage, only to find his little sister bleeding to death on the floor, a man with a knife standing over her. Bel flew into a rage, annihilating the measly assassin within seconds, as he was too fast, too strong, and too agile for the man to fight him, even with guns. With the threat to his family gone, Bel rushed to Khalia's side. "It's ok Khali," Bel said. "I'm here now, your brother is here. You're going to be ok." Bel said, his voice was shaking, for he knew that there was nothing he could do. Her wounds were too deep, and they were inflicted with Hunter's Weapons. In a last ditch effort, he offered her his blood, hoping, praying that his blood contained the strength to save her, his might would protect her like it always had for him. "I'm so glad." She said, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought after all these years, that you had come to hate me." She coughed, blood that wasn't his spraying lightly from her mouth. "Of course not. I was getting too strong. I was afraid I'd hurt you. All these years, I spent my time training so I could spend my time with you forever. I love you Khali." Bel had said, tears beginning to form in his eyes. Khalia only smiled before smacking him on the head. "Idiot. You could have spent some of your time with me. It doesn't matter, you're here with me now. I love you Bel." Khalia had said, before breathing her last, with smile on her face. The attacker had started with Bel's father in the master bedroom and was probably making his way to Bel's mother across the hallway when he stumbled into Khalia's room, presumably to hide from Edward who had probably come up the stairs to his chambers after finishing with Bel. Only Bel, his mother, and Edward had survived.

Bel was very sad that he had lost his father, but he took his sister's death especially hard. He locked himself up for months, refusing to eat except when it was necessary, refusing to sleep due to the nightmares, and refusing to train with Edward, for fear he might kill the old Butler. Finally, after three years, Bel stepped out of his room. He was fifteen by that time. He'd finally had enough sitting around and chose his beloved sister's birthday as the day he would come back to the world. When he did, he was shocked to find that instead of hunters, it had been Vampires who targeted his beloved Khalia. With anger beyond reason, Bel stormed out the door and searched for any information he could find. The killer's associates were long gone, but that did not stop Bel from screaming to the world, atop a mountain, that one day he would find whoever planned to assassinate his baby sister and make them pay.

Since, Bel's taken to cooking, swimming, and training. He has entered Cross Academy in the hopes of making enough friends in high places, as the school is a wonderful place to meet Vampire children of nobility, to find out who ordered the attack on his family.

So begins...

Hayden Belphegor "Bel" Morgan's Story

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"You wake up every morning, try to tell yourself that today will be a good day but you know it won't. You lie effortlessly everyday and it doesn't even phase you."




"Big brother."


Bel woke with a start. His eyes snapped open and he flung himself out of his bed, landing hard on the floor. His hands and knees pressed against the cold, wooden floor, Bel couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. The shock was too much. Slowly, his forehead came down to rest against the icy floorboards. He was breathing heavily and sweat dripped from his nose, a small plip breaking the eerie morning silence that had resumed once Bel had quite finished with his nightmare. Bel wanted to kick, to punch and scream, to rage against something that wouldn't smash itself to pieces once he was done with it. There was no such substance. Unless Bel wanted to go smash his forehead against a brick of special Hunter's metal, there was nothing that wouldn't give from him flicking it. Bel sighed. He got up and made his bed. "Gross..." The sheets were damp with sweat. Bel shook his head and tore the bedclothes from their place, tossing them into his empty hamper and resolving to wash them later.

There would be no going back to sleep. Not today, not after his nightmares. Classes weren't for a while, but Bel figured he and Kuro might be able to get into a little mischief. "Good Morning Bel-chan!" Came the yowling, unearthly noises of his familiar. "Oi!" Bel 'loud-whispered' at his stupid little cat. "Luna's still sleeping you idiot, shush your nonsense hole, damnit!" "Oops," Kuro whispered, only to yell. "Sowwy Luna-chwan!" Bel slapped his forehead. "Forget it, you have no delicacy, you know that Kuro?" Bel complained, it seemed he and his little familiar had this argument every time Bel woke up. Bel shook his head and scratched Kuro behind the ears. He chuckled. "Want some breakfast? I can make you some eggs, or we can go get hot buns. You pick." "Whoa... I get to pick?" Kuro exclaimed, though his tone had dropped significantly so as to allow Luna to sleep. Kuro's eyes sparkled. "Wow! I never get to pick. Umm... let's get buns! I love them!" Kuro said with a massive smile on his face. He spun in circles for a moment before running over to the door. "Come on, come on!" Kuro whined at Bel. "I want buns! Let's go! Wait... are you gonna need an umbrella? It's daytime." Bel sighed before walking over to his room again. "Well... I do have to get dressed first." Bel explained. "Plus, the sun is setting. I'll be fine."

Bel threw on his school uniform, ignoring the tie for a moment, and walked over to the door. He struggled with his tie for a few minutes before throwing on his jacket and placing Kuro on his shoulders. Bel then tied his shoes and headed out the door, making sure to lock it behind him so Luna might sleep in peace for another hour or so. Bel, instead of going down the stairs, ran up to the building's roof. He stood for a moment, atop the tallest spire, the wind ruffling his hair. "I have an odd feeling about today Kuro. I dunno why." Bel said, just loud enough for Kuro to hear him. Kuro only nodded. He knew what his master was feeling. There was an odd... something in the air. Kuro couldn't quite place it. "Whatever, let's go get buns!" Kuro nagged. Bel only smiled. "Whenever you're ready." The small cat's master replied, crouching ever so slightly. "Wait for it..." Just then, the school's bell tolled, signalling the switch from day, to night. "GO!" Kuro screamed against the wind, and his master jumped.

Bel's smile only grew wider as he flew through the air, rocketing into the sky, before plummeting down towards the ground. Bel reach out, his superhuman reflexes taking over, and grabbed onto nearby architecture to slow his fall. It appeared as if Kuro and Bel were jumping between spires, outcroppings, and ledges as they plummeted to Earth. Then, they slowed, and fell gracefully into the back alley behind the Night Class Student's building. Bel and Kuro stepped outside as if nothing had happened and made their way to the local stand.

"Hiya! Two buns please." Bel smiled at the girl who was working the stand today. She blushed before retreating behind the counter for a moment, returning with two piping hot steamed meat buns. Bel tossed the fee onto the counter, as lightly as he could, along with a little extra. "Keep the change." Bel said, another smile on his face as he bit into the deliciously warm steamed bun. He waved as he turned around, walking back towards school. "Hey!! I want mine now!" Kuro nagged at Bel, whispering into his ear. "Oi! Your whiskers tickle. Knock that off. Here you little rat. Here's your bun." Bel said, sitting down on a nearby bench and giving Kuro his bun. Kuro jumped down from his spot on Bel's shoulders and attacked his bun with a surprising ferocity for a small cat. "Mmm... yummy!" Kuro smiled up at Bel. "Thanks Belly! This is so yummy." Bel smiled, and scratched Kuro behind the ears once more. "Anything for you, little Kuro." Bel whispered to himself. The pair ate their buns and cleaned up without too much fuss. Though Kuro swore he was saving it for later, Bel wouldn't let him walk around with with meat sauce all over his face. The pair made their way back to school. They still had a few minutes to classes and decided to walk around before heading up again.

As they walked around campus, enjoying the art in the hallways as well as the gentle ambience of nighttime, Kuro's ears perked up, followed shortly thereafter by Bel's. "You hear that!?" Kuro said, his jaw agape. "I know." Bel replied. "It's beautiful." "Can we go see?" Kuro asked, becoming antsy on top of Bel's shoulder. "I dunno if she'll like that." Bel warned, but it was too late. Kuro had jumped from his shoulders and was tearing down the hallway towards the music room, the source of the music. Before he could catch the little monster, Kuro had already wormed open the door and was making his way over to the girl who was playing the piano. "Hi!" Kuro exclaimed energetically. "You play really well. Me and Bel were just walking along when we heard you. You sounded amazing!" Kuro exclaimed, walking up to her and rubbing his side against her leg. "Your voice is so pretty too. Why don't you do that more often?" Kuro asked. However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by Bel.

"Oi! get back here you mangy, little... umm... hi." Bel said nervously, as he followed Kuro inside the room. "I... um... we... I'm sorry." Bel said, bowing his head slightly. "I didn't mean to bother you. My stupid cat heard you playing and... umm... well, we thought you sounded really good, so we wanted to see. I didn't realize it was you." Bel fumbled as he addressed Haruka. "We'll um... we'll just leave now. Sorry." Bel mumbled. "Kuro, get over here." Bel said, commanding him. Though Kuro wanted to stay, he couldn't ignore the subtle tones of Bel's voice. The ones that told him he was in big trouble. "Yes Bel. Sorry Haruka-san. We'll get out of your hair now. You sounded really pretty, though!" Kuro said one last time, before smiling and turning back towards his master. As the pair left, Kuro jumped back on his master's shoulder.

"Don't ever do that again Kuro." Bel warned. "She doesn't like us. She's... afraid... I think. Who wouldn't be. After all, I could smash this whole building if I wanted. She's right to be scared." Bel said as he and Kuro walked down the hallway towards their classroom, Bel's head hanging a little lower than it had this morning.

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“There is no price for an act of love—and when you love everyone you meet, everything you do is an act of love. It’s freeing.”



Unbeknownst to Bel, his antics were not in any danger of waking his roommate, as Luna as long awake before he rose. In fact, she’d spent most of the day toiling away at paperwork for upcoming Student Council events and functions. This year was packed with many such events, and given that Kaichou-kun hated menial tasks with such fervor, the arrangements were often left to her hands alone. She didn’t mind, really, though it was true that this more than occasionally demanded her attention even during the times she should be sleeping.

Her friend’s footsteps thundered through the small, apartment-like space they shared, and though a nearly-imperceptible smile tilted one corner of her mouth, the movements of the pen in her hand did not cease, leaving a trail of flawless letters over the surface of the forms, until they were complete to her satisfaction, at which point she would flip the paper over, place it neatly on a stack, and start up with the next one. Truthfully, such tasks were not really the best suited to her nonlinear way of thinking, but she resisted the urge to litter the margins with artistic renderings of the other Student Council members or teachers or people she knew and sharpened her focus to the task at hand.

That Bel had left was a signal that class time was soon to approach. Her first couple of periods were actually free, and the fourth was scheduled for an exam, which meant she’d be taking it in an isolated office—it had been discovered that classes in which she sat attained much higher marks than others, an effect of her abilities that she hadn’t even thought of until it was brought up to her. As a result, none of the students in her classes were allowed to see her for several hours before an exam, to prevent skewing of the results. There was actually a more official rule about this for everyone, but it was hardly enforceable.

Still, the Day Class would be emptying out of the Student Council Room now, and that meant she could go do work somewhere more conducive to it. Though her writing desk was quite adequate, the walk to the building would do her good, she supposed. It was always nice to be outside for a little while. Are you sure you shouldn’t be using your time to sleep? A voice asked her, and she turned briefly to the dove sitting on a perch beside her unused bed.

“Oh no, it’s all right, Winston,” she replied with a smile. “I don’t need sleep like most people do, really. You know that.” It was something about her powers probably—she was just so filled with vitality that she fed and slept less than most.

Winston, however, was unconvinced, and ruffled his feathers. You haven’t slept in three days. You know that’s a lot, even for you! Luna stood, collecting her papers and sliding them neatly into her schoolbag. She’d taken a break to shower and change a few hours ago, so she could leave now if she liked. Petting the bird and soothing the disturbed plumage, she tilted her head to the side, fixing him with sunlight eyes and blowing a puff of air into his face.

“You worry too much. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to.”

That’s what I’m worried about. She chuckled lightly, a cascading sound evocative of wind-chimes, and shook her head, advancing to the door. Catching sight of the full hamper on the way out, she shrugged and carried it to the laundry machines, throwing Bel’s sheets in the wash and setting it for the right cycle. Leaving him a short note to this effect, she taped it to his door in case he was back before she was (a likely scenario), and headed out.

The grounds were lovely at sunset, and she inwardly sighed, that she would not be able to enjoy them tonight. There was still too much work to be done for that. But it was all right—this was more important. The other members of Student Council needed her to do this, and so she would.

As predicted, the Student Council room was empty upon her entrance, and she glanced at the Kaichou’s desk briefly before settling down at her own. Returning to his, she took the stack of paperwork that had accumulated there and added it to hers instead. Usually, nothing required his attention specifically, and when it did, she usually filled everything out and set the ones he needed to sign back down there. It was actually kind of silly, how they’d wound up here—neither had run for their respective positions, but had been voted in by the blank spaces for nominations on the ballots. As the school rules dictated, they now had the jobs, whether they wanted them or not. Then again, Luna was used to that kind of imposition. Perhaps Kaichou-kun was not.

Turning back to her work, she began the next form, the pen scratching diligently over the paper the only sound in the room.




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“Every day’s an opportunity. And if you foul up one of them, well… there’s always tomorrow. The unforgivable thing is not to fail, but to never try at all.”



Another day, another successful passing period. He’d only had to break up one possible fight, and that between a couple of Day Class Students. Actually, he’d have liked to unleash his indomitable roommate on them and see how that went, but sadly she’d been patrolling another part of the building.

Now back in his dorm, Ace began a daily tradition: cooking a meal for himself and Hikari. They were so busy during the times between classes that they rarely got to eat like regular Day Class students did, and of course, the Night Class had their artificial blood supplements and so on. As a dhampir, he could get his sustenance both ways, though every once in a while, he did have to consume the white capsules. But cooking was more fun, and besides, it wound up being an excuse to spend time with his friend, and for both of them to decompress: she as her day was ending, and he as his began. Breakfast/dinner (brinner?) should be like a law for roommates or something. He bet they’d all get along way better if it was.

Today, he was making waffles, which, along with a number of other simple but delicious things, he was quite good at. He was definitely no gourmet chef, but he had a tendency to make the basic stuff taste pretty darn heavenly, if he did say so himself. Today, he mixed several different kinds of berries into the batter, and pulled the maple syrup and butter from the fridge to set out on the counter. Among the perks of being a prefect was that your shared dorm space had its own kitchenette, and amazingly, when he’d asked Luna if there was any way to get a waffle iron from the administration, she’d produced a form from nowhere and made it happen. Seriously, that was pretty awesome as far as he was concerned. The funny thing was, he would have pegged her as way too creative to enjoy doing paperwork of all things, but maybe you just got used to it or something.

For a few minutes, Ace whirled around the kitchen like someone worthy of his name, occasionally floating new ingredients over to his person or back into the cupboards when he was done with them. The thing about his cooking was that he always wound up absolutely covered in flour and such, which hardly mattered considering he could just force it all off with a compression field and drift it to the trash can. Still, he wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of him matched his hair at the moment.

The thought flickered through his mind that he could definitely gravity-toss a handful of flour at Hikari when she came though the door, but he decided against it. He had no idea what kind of day she’d had, and he didn’t want to make her mad if it had been a bad one. Maybe for the first of April, then. He could remember it for several months, right? Sure. If not, he’d think of something way better for his favorite holiday anyhow.

When Hikari returned to the dorm that morning, there was a steaming pile of waffles waiting for her. Ace in the meantime had plonked himself at the other end of the table, and in a surprising show of manners, was waiting for his friend before eating.

“Evening, Kari-chan,” he said when she at last made her appearance. “How are ya?”

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"When it is fear that rules our lives, how can we see anything other than a monster?"




Haruka nearly fell off of her chair when the familiar scent of one of the vampires assaulted her senses. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise as her fears were confirmed. It was Hayden, otherwise known as Bel. He and his familiar had entered her sanctuary and immediately she felt her breath catch in her throat. She couldn't breath as the vampire spoke words that escaped her ears. All she could see were the crimson eyes he held, whether he was sporting them or not, and the elongated fangs. Jiro hopped onto her lap as Bel left with his familiar in tow. He tried to speak to Haruka, calm her from the panic attack that seemed to have formed.

Breathe Ruka, just take a deep breath. Slow it down and calm down, he communicated to her as Haruka grabbed at her throat. It felt like someone was choking her, and she couldn't breath. She tried to calm her breathing, and for a moment, she inhaled a large breath of air. She counted backwards from ten and slowly opened her eyes, the feeling of tears rolling down her cheeks washing over her. His smell had already faded as he left the room and Jiro watched with intense eyes as Haruka's dilated pupils returned to normal. He sighed as he stood from his spot. He had known the vampire and his familiar were approaching, however; if she was going to learn to forget the fear she had, she would need to learn to confront it.

I can't do this, she replied to him as she grabbed her head in her hands and leaned against the piano. Ever since she joined the Academy, she had thought that it would be a place for her to recover, but the moment she discovered its' secrets, she wanted to leave. When the new rule was put into place, she wanted to leave. Just leave. She hated being at a school where she felt like she was always in danger. What should I do Jiro? I don't know how much I can take this, she thought as she glanced at the black cat. Before Jiro had a chance to respond, another familiar scent in the air caused Haruka to spot the source of it.

"Ruru? What...are you okay?" Makoto stated as he entered the music room. He had been wandering the halls when he had heard the music playing. He was by her side in a two strides and laid a worried hand on her head. She merely stared up at him, eyes still red and puffed with tears. He released a sigh of relief as she grasped onto his uniform and dug her face into his shirt. He stood there, allowing her to soak his shirt before he could feel the faint breathing. He sighed, picking the now asleep Haruka from her chair. He cast a glance at Jiro who merely watched with a hint of amusement behind his golden eyes.


"Where is her dorm room Jiro?" he questioned the familiar. Jiro, in turn merely stood from his spot and walked out the door, his tail twitching as if to beckon Makoto to follow him. Makoto did as the cat bid and followed the familiar to where Haruka's room had been. He had known of her attacks around vampires, he just never knew they were like this. What happened to you Ruru, he thought as Jiro stopped by a door. Taking that as a sign, he pushed it open and noticed a barren room. He cast Jiro a look of confusion.

"She doesn't have a need for materialistic things," was the only reply Jiro gave to Makoto. In a way, it was true. She had not the need for anything other than her clothing and the necessary items she would need throughout the school year. But Jiro felt no need to tell the vampire that his sister also shared a room with a vampire that would probably be the death of her, however; an amused glint in his eye said otherwise. Makoto laid her down on an empty bed and covered her with a blanket before leaving the room. It would be the first night Haruka would have slept in her own room.

This will be an interesting thing indeed.

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"Let's try something new, something different. We repeat our mistakes because we're disillusioned as to their efficacy."




As Bel turned down the hallway to walk towards his class, he suddenly stopped, his nose high in the air. "What do you smell Belly?" Kuro asked. "Someone else is with her. She's so passive, is she gonna be ok with someone else? It doesn't smell like a vampire, but it doesn't smell quite human either. Hmmm..." Bel pondered, as Kuro grew impatient on his master's shoulders. "Hurry up and decide if we need to go help her out or not. You were never this indecisive before." Kuro jibed. "Is it because it's Miss Haruka?" Kuro teased, but Bel waved it off. "She can barely stand when I'm near her. A romantic relationship with someone as delicate as she, is about the single dumbest thing you've ever suggested Kuro, and I remember your battery-powered 'turbo swim trunks'. That being said, I can't just let some random guy just... quick, they're coming this way." Bel and Kuro slid through a door that was, luckily, open and the room wasn't lit. The vampire and his familiar disintegrated into the darkness, blending into the dim light as if they were no more than a shadow themselves.

Sweat formed in beads as the pair hid in absolute silence. Every moment, every second was endless; every breath hateful to their ears. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Bel and Kuro were safe. The other, apparently a boy with her exact same orange hair, was carrying her whilst following a small black cat. Bel dared not move, nor even breath, as the group made their way past the vampire and his familiar's unwilling hiding place. The danger gone, Bel and Kuro slunk from the shadows out into the light of the hallway. "What do you think that was about?" Kuro asked, entwining himself between Bel's legs. "I'm not sure. I don't know who he is to her, but I get the feeling she trusts him. She was sleeping so peacefully in his arms, as if she had been her entire life." Bel mused, growing exceedingly jealous. His mind raced back to the days when he could carry Khalia up to her room after a long day of play. He remembered his little sister's smile as he tucked her in. The way her hands would always find his as he was about to leave her to her sleep was no more but a fleeting memory. Bel's little oasis of memory faded quickly, taking Bel's smile with it. "You remembered, didn't you Bel. You shouldn't do that, it makes you so sad Belly. Maybe we should go check up on her anyway, would you like that? Eh? Bel?" Kuro pried, trying to get Bel to give in, which he finally did. "Alright, but we're not visiting Haruka, instead, we talk to the guy. He's much less likely to have an episode when we talk with him. Come on Kuro." Bel said, kneeling for a moment so Kuro could leap onto his master's shoulder. "Let's go pay the kid a visit."

Bel and Kuro made their way back to the dormitories, following as far behind the black cat and the orange haired boy as they could. It wasn't too hard, as Bel could mostly just track him by smell, which was a very strange scent to say the least. The boy's odd scent was vexing to Bel, he smelled like a human, but at the same time, he couldn't have smelled like anything but a vampire. It was so strange. They followed the two all the way to the main hallway that Haruka lived in, but stopped just before the exit. The boy and the cat would have to leave this way, if they didn't just jump out of the window from Haruka's room. "Kuro, what do you think?" Bel asked, intrigued. "About his smell?" Kuro asked, perplexed as to the subject of Bel's question. "I dunno. He smells like a halfer, but there's no way that he is. It's strange." Kuro mused, not realizing just how profound his statement was. Bel chuckled. "I know what you're trying to say. He smells like he's 100% vampire, but he also smells 100% human. He's not a halfer, on that much we can agree. Nice point Kuro." Bel whispered, complimenting his little cait sith. "Don't let it get to your head though, or there'll be no dinner for you." Bel threatened. Kuro just sighed. "That's my punishment for running, isn't it Bel?" Kuro asked, his eyes filling with tears and his normally higher pitched and happy child's voice becoming depressed. "No silly, everyone's got to eat, but take it as a warning." Bel said. Kuro said nothing, too overcome with joy to speak at the prospect of dinner.

While the pair was standing at the corner the orange haired boy and his little black cat passed the bickering Vampire and his familiar, who only realized what was happening as the scent wafted right up their noses. "Oi!" Kuro shouted at the boy, jumping down from his perch on Bel's shoulder. "What were you doing to Miss Haruka? Why did you have to carry her to her room? Eh? You sneaky little... just you wait, Bel's gonna-" "Do nothing you're planning, I imagine, Kuro. Now zip that infernal mouth of yours and let me speak." Bel interrupted, a slightly annoyed look on his face. Bel facepalmed before pushing slightly off of the wall he was leaning on, careful not to push too hard or he would have destroyed the walls, and walked up towards the taller boy to get a good look at him. "Although my cat is stupid, he does have a point. I know... umm... I know that Haruka isn't exactly the best around me, however... umm... however, I didn't think there would be a reason for her to need to be carried all the way to her room. What happened? Th-that is if you don't mind my asking. I was just worried because it happened so soon after I left and I was worried it might have had something to do with me and..." Bel sighed. After back pedalling furiously and only succeeding in talking much too quickly, Bel had to stop himself before things got out of hand. "I was just wondering if she was alright is all." Bel sighed, looking slightly dejected. "I know she's not herself around me, and I know that I'm not exactly the best person to do so, however, I get worried about her, especially when this whole thing is probably my fault." Bel admitted, his eyes boring holes in the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm... umm... I'm Hayden, by the way. If you like though, you could call me 'Bel'. It's the nickname I like the most." Hayden said, bowing slightly before extending his hand, as was polite when addressing someone you didn't know. "Please forgive my lack of manners. I'm just..." Bel explained, sighing once again. "I'm just not having the best day is all." Bel admitted.

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"Laughter, sadness, hope, despair. Each of these words coincide with each other, so why can't I do the same with those things?"




There was something in the air.

The smell was oddly familiar and yet, it was distant. She knew this smell, or at least she thought she did. A voice echoed in the back of her mind as the thick darkness consumed her vision. She curled further into the blankets, unaware of the obsidian eyes glancing down with such...distaste. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she felt an insatiable fear course through her veins. Something was watching her. She could feel those dead eyes on her being as she gripped the blankets tighter with her fist. Suddenly, her eyes opened to the world around her and took in her sights. Immediately she felt her breath hitch in her throat again. There, standing on the opposite side, was none other than her roommate: Azriel. She couldn't stop the fear from appearing behind her stone colored eyes. Immediately, she could feel something surge through her being as her eyes widened. She didn't speak, react, nor did she make an inclination of removing herself from the room.

The only thing that forced her hand was the slight cracking of the fish tank. Immediately her eyes were set on the tank as it glazed over, ice forming at the bottom and working it's way up, encompassing the fish that were unlucky enough to have been in the way. She immediately flung herself from the bed and backed up against a wall, pressing herself as close to it as possible. She couldn't control her breathing as it became eradicated gasps of breath. She made it to the door and immediately flung it open, causing a light crack in the fish tank when she did so. Luckily for her, the fish tank was only a ten gallon and would not cause much damage should it actually break, however; the ice that kept everything in place prevented it from doing as such. She ran, anywhere her legs could take her. She had just shown her roommate an ability she kept well-guarded. No one knew of it, not even her adoptive family.

Makoto,

Jiro, meanwhile, had walked out of the room an hour before the arrival of Azriel. He had made his way towards the Committee room, a place he visited quite often in his spare time. There was a certain silver-haired vampiress that had an uncanny ability at making him feel...normal. Plus there were rumors that a certain art festival was in the planning. He wanted to force Haruka's name onto the panel. He wanted to help his master, and if placing her as part of the line-up, it might help her out of that husk of a shell she lived in. Finding his destination, Jiro let himself in and found the one person he was looking for: Luna Lancaster. He meowed up at the girl, his yellow eyes gleaming as he portrayed the part of a normal cat.

Makoto had just walked out of the building before a shadowed figure approached him. He had sensed the vampire earlier, but brushed it off as nothing to be concerned about. When the onslaught of questions and demands began, he couldn't help himself but to let out a laugh. He was being questioned by a familiar first, and then his master appeared. Makoto regained his composure before straightening out his uniform.

"First off, she happens to be a close friend of mine," he began, putting an emphasis on close. "And she had passed out in the music room. I thought she might have liked to spend a night in her own room. Who knows what kind of people are about at night," he finished as he stared at the peculiar vampire. He hadn't exactly seen a vampire that sported such a feral appearance, and when he mentioned that he had stepped in on Haruka, it explained the attack she had. He knew it was only getting worse with each day she spent at the Academy, and he had once pleaded with his father to return, however; his father had decided against it and kept the two of them there.

"Makoto Nakajima, at your service," he introduced himself as he gave a mock salute to the feral looking vampire. Before he could continue on with entertaining the vampire before him, something clicked at the back of his mind and his head snapped in the direction of which he just came. "I would stay away from Ru-ru if I were you. She doesn't particularly like your kind," he stated in a friendly manner before leaving the vampire's side. He could feel a surge of energy coming from where he had just left. He knew that energy to be Haruka's...but why would it have surged so much? Something must have truly frightened her to have that be as it was.

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"Never again, not even once more. I promise you that. I'll hold them close to me, I'll cherish them all. I will never let them go. Never again."





As Bel babbled on and on, he noticed the boy was not only laughing, but wearing a genuine smile. It was very strange to him. This person was legitimately paying attention to everything he said, and wasn't just putting him off. Things like that NEVER happened, well, they had once, but that was just Kieran. Then again... if it was happening now, just as it had before, Bel could not ignore potential friendship, it had changed his entire life. "First off, she happens to be a close friend of mine," he began, putting an emphasis on close. Bell sighed with relief. If he was just a friend of hers, then there was no way he'd be doing bad things to her, and Bel could be sure she was taken care of. "And she had passed out in the music room. I thought she might have liked to spend a night in her own room. Who knows what kind of people are about at night," he finished as he stared at the peculiar vampire. Bel suspected it was his ears, self-consciously, he raised his right hand to cover his right ear's tip. He didn't like when people stared, it made him feel so different, so unwelcome. Regardless, this person didn't know, it couldn't be helped. Bel opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again, in an attempt to hide his sharp teeth, once again feeling self-conscious.

"Makoto Nakajima, at your service," the boy introduced himself as he gave a mock salute to the feral looking vampire, to which Bel returned a smile as well as his hand back to his pocket. Though the boy hadn't shook it, Bel didn't want to leave the denied handshake out in no-man's land. Suddenly, however, he seemed to notice something, his head snapping back to look over his shoulder. Bel spoke up, but it was almost quiet enough to not be heard, as Bel was trying to conceal his teeth while talking, but it wasn't working. "Is something the matter?" Bel asked innocently, his eyes wide. He hoped he hadn't upset this potential new friend. "I would stay away from Ru-ru if I were you. She doesn't particularly like your kind," he stated in a friendly manner before leaving the vampire's side. Though Bel hadn't detected any malice in the boy's voice, his words still cut like a knife. 'Your kind.' The words repeated over and over again in Bel's mind, each time they brought a fresh surge of painful memories with them. Though the boy was long gone, Bel spoke anyway, even if Kuro was the only one who heard it. "Yeah... I know. She just always looks so sad all the time. I just wish there was something I could do. Anything to help her with the fear I see in her eyes. A person can't live like that you know..." Bel said, contemplating the meaning of his words. Just then Bel's head perked up. He heard a scuffle. Bel instantly forgot about the fact that Haruka's smell was coming from that direction. There was a more pressing aroma, and it belonged to none other than Azriel. If Haruka had a hard time with Bel, who wasn't pure-blooded, imagine the terror she'd be experiencing should she be with Master Azriel. "Let's go Kuro." Bel commanded, his familiar jumping up to his place on Bel's shoulder.

Bel tore down the hallway, catching up with Makoto easily. "I dunno what you plan on doing," Bel spoke softly, and surprisingly evenly, given that he was moving at a decent clip, it was just loud enough for the other boy to hear. "But Haruka's not alone. Master Azriel is with her. For now, let's cut the crap, I'm going with you and there's nothing you can do about it. Further, I'll disregard my curiosity as to how your mind jumped immediately to how I'm a Vampire, though it's obvious," Bel admitted. "These could just have been props." Bel suggested, pointing to his ears and teeth. "Regardless, you must know something about us, but what you don't know is that Azriel is... well, he's very high in the hierarchy as it were." Bel tried to explain without saying the words, 'pure-blooded.' "I digress," Bel continued, "if Master Azriel has something he wants from Miss Haruka, there's very little we can do about it. I can't even touch him, strong as I am. However, that doesn't mean the situation cannot be resolved peacefully." Bel finished. "I only hope we make it in time." Bel finished, a look of grim determination on his eyes.

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"It was you...it was always you. And because of you, I am afraid."




She could see them. The red eyes. The Fangs. The Claws. Everything she had feared, she could see them chasing after her. She couldn't see passed the tears that blurred her vision. She couldn't do this, she couldn't be a part of this school. She had to leave. One way or the other, she had to leave. The halls were empty, students either in class or in their own dorm rooms. She couldn't cry out for help, scream, or even aid herself without the fear of it being, by chance, a vampire. She only had one person in mind when she ran: Makoto. Where was he? Could he even save her? Protect her from the darkness that followed pursuit like a hurricane ravaging the land, could he?

She ran until a pair of arms forced her to stop. For a moment, she turned her head and expected to see Makoto, however; the force of which she met the wall with rendered the thought null. Cold, almost lifeless, obsidian eyes peered down at her as her limbs were rendered useless. She could feel her wrists become numb with the pressure he exerted towards them. They would not bruise as easily since her flesh was not that of a mortal's. With the vampiric blood flowing through her veins, it was assured that she wouldn't. Had she been a mortal, he might have crushed her back against the wall and snapped her in two.

Haruka allowed her eyes to widen as far as they would. She could feel the tears pricking at the sides of her eyes as he leaned close to her. If this were the beginnings of a nightmare, Haruka had just found herself in the midst of never waking up. She could feel the warmth of his breath strangling her senses, the way he held her forced a breath to lodge itself in her throat. She couldn't breath, she couldn't see, everything had become a blur. She tried to get out of his grasp, but being just a halfling, there was nothing she could do against a pure-blood. She was powerless, hopeless, helpless.

Haruka, you're my light,

The voice echoed inside of her mind as her eyes flashed a brilliant crimson. "I don't belong to anyone," she spat at the vampire. "Especially not you" she continued. She couldn't overpower him, it was a fact. Even with her vampire abilities, she wouldn't be able to over power the pure-blood. She could feel her heart beating an irregular rhythm against her rib-cage, listening to the sounds as if they were beating drums. The fear had consumed her being, however; she wasn't running. Not this time. She wasn't going to allow herself to run, to be labeled as a coward who couldn't protect herself. She had inherited her father's ability, his ability. She had been told once that each vampire held a special ability and each one was unique to each vampire, however; since she was neither vampire, nor human, her father's ability seemed to have been transferred to her alone.

"Who I am, what I am, is not for the likes of you," she stated with such ferocity that the leaking water fountain covered itself in an ice coffin. She lunged forward, her lips latching onto Azriel's and sinking her teeth into his flesh. If it meant a chance to escape from this...thing, this darkness that had just thought he could assume she belonged to him, she would take it. The voice of another entered the premises as Haruka remained latched to his lip. She recognized the voice belonging to the female prefect: Hikari Tanaka. Whether or not she could see Haruka bleeding Azriel's lip was unknown to her, but at the moment his blood entered her taste buds, Haruka's eyes were no longer flickering between vermilion and stone. They were a permanent crimson. It was his blood.

It had to be. Something oddly familiar clicked in the back of her mind, however; she couldn't place it. The awkward situation she was in was now over-ruled by the fact that something was so familiar about this thing. Where did this sensation come from? She had never met this particular vampire, her fear made sure of that. Even when assigned as roommates she kept her distance. Perhaps it was the odd feeling that surged through her that caused the sensation.

Makoto had not expected Hayden to tag along. After all, he wasn't really going towards Haruka, but at the split mention of Azriel, a slight cloud of worry hung over him. He knew the man was a vampire, a pure-blood to be more specific. A sudden question lingered in the air as Hayden questioned his source of information. Should he tell him the truth? He had promised his father he would protect Haruka, and if this vampire was sincere in protecting this promise, then by all means he was. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before staring at the black-haired vampire.

"Azriel is a pure-blood, and you are a vampire. As for how I know of these facts," he paused, glancing at the vampire to ensure he was still listening. Satisfied that he held the vampires attention, he continued. "I am a hunter," he lied. He said it with such a believable face that no one would have dared to have questioned him otherwise. He didn't know this vampire quite yet, and although he didn't catch a hostile aura from the male, he still didn't quite trust him.

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"Fear always renders us useless...so am I useless, or just pathetic?"




Pain.

The only sensation that forced it's way to the depths of Haruka's mind, swallowed her whole being. She hadn't expected him to reply the way he had. She had hoped to catch the pure-blood off guard, cause him to release her so she could escape, but what the actions he just displayed only made her worse. He bit her. He had bitten her back, and like a ravenous flea, he took her blood. Her blood. She was pushed further into the wall, the sickening crack of the concrete flooding her ears as she endured his assault. By now, her body was becoming fatigued at the sheer strength the pure-blood used to keep her in place.

Her eyes only widened further when he released a wave of unforeseeable energy, causing some mirrors to crack and sent Hikari backwards, colliding into a nearby wall. She wanted to scream out to Hikari, but found herself unable to do so. By now they had acquired a crowd of students, watching as the events unfolded. Although they missed the brute of the power, they were now witnessing a rather perplexed situation. A lovers quarrel perhaps if some saw it that way. Others could foresee it as a love once lost now found, however; it was none of those. Before Haruka could call out for Hikari, or for help for that matter, she found her lips taken once again. She struggled to free herself from the grasp of the pure-blood but it was no use. There was no purpose.

He had spoken about answers, and retrieving them one way or another. What answers? What did he want to know? She felt the tears flood down her face in a crystalline waterfall. She didn't know what he wanted to know. She couldn't give him the answers, otherwise she would make it end. She didn't want to be in this school in the first place. She didn't want to be his roommate in the first place. She didn't want...Her eyes remained as they were, frightened. She suddenly found herself hoisted over the males' shoulder, securing her so that she would not be able to move. He stopped briefly in front of the prefect and spoke a few words, however; only partial pieces of his one-sided conversation was heard.

"This woman is mine. More specifically my fiancé,"

Those words echoed in the back of Haruka's mind. When had she become his? When did she decide she was going to be married? When did she choose him as a potential mate? She didn't. She wouldn't. This man, this vampire, this thing had just declared that she was merely his property now. That is how it was for all pure-bloods...at least in her family's eyes it had been. Once a pure-blood had laid claim on someone, it was sealed. There was no turning back. There was no longer the need for freedom because you would be bound to the pure-blood forever.

And pure-bloods lived forever.

What had that entailed for her? The thoughts ran as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, watching as his feet clicked on the ground. They were headed back to the dorm room. That room which she loathed with every fiber of her being. If she hadn't been in that room, if he hadn't been in that room, she wouldn't be in this predicament. She needed to escape, she needed to do something to get away. Why did she have to be so...powerless? It was because of her fear. Her fear held her hostage. It kept her handicapped. Even after the years of training with her family, she had still been rendered handicapped. The fear overwhelmed her, and its' hold on her was like a choke hold. It was suffocating her slowly, an agonizing, slow death.

It was only a matter of minutes before they reached their designated room. The one she had cursed for so long. She was thrown on the mattress to one of the beds. She couldn't tell if it was hers or his, but she didn't care. She wanted to get away from this thing that was now pinning her down to the bed. Her arms were stranded to her side, and the only thing she could do was stare up with terrified tear-filled eyes. There would be no mercy from this creature, whether she shed tears or not. He wouldn't let her go. She could feel the rapid heart beating against her chest as she waited for him to do something. Rip out her heart, her throat, drain her, something. Instead, she was met with a tone so void it sent chills down her very being.

"Now, woman. Tell me what I want. I will break you,"

There was that question again. Who was she? She was Haruka. If he had tasted her blood, he would have known who she was. Why did he feel the need to invoke such a fear that would render her speechless? Why would he ask the question he would...he should already know the answer to? Her body was shaking, she could feel her nerves breaking down as small beads of sweat rolled down her forhead. She couldn't reply to his question. She was thinking of only one person, and that one person would be the only one to save her.

"Ma...ko...to," she called out in a mere whisper for the one person who wasn't there as the tears ran freely. He wasn't there to save her. He wasn't there to protect her. He wasn't there.

Makoto had decided to check out the ill feeling that seemed to wash over him. Immediately his eyes widened at the sight before him. Shards of broken glass lay scattered around the fallen form of the female prefect. Makoto rushed to her side as the students had gathered around her. He could smell faint blood lingering in the air, however; it wasn't just coming from one person. There had been two people here bleeding. Although it wasn't profusely, it still left behind an odor that couldn't be ignored. Then, the faint smell of Haruka's blood assaulted him. His eyes widened in terror as he realized it was she who was bleeding.

"Hayden, get Hikari to the infirmary," he nearly ordered. He could see that she was thrown rather harshly against the wall, and pieces of glass stuck to her body. He cradled her into his arms before handing her over to Hayden. "Everyone else, return to your classes...now" he almost let out a feral snarl when he addressed the group. They immediately dispersed, leaving only Makoto and Hayden in the halls. He made a bee-line for Haruka's room, not waiting on a response from the vampire as his only concern was her.

"What happened to Haruka, I can't reach her" Jiro spoke as he was suddenly by Makoto's side. He had been enjoying his stay with the Lancaster vampiress when a sudden jolt fired through his being. He was no longer a small black cat, but a rather large black-stripped white tiger: his true form. He had tried calling out to Haruka, but something was keeping him out of her mind. Everytime he tried, he would get a shock and an intense flame-like sensation would fill his mind. "Makoto," Jiro tried talking to the vampire, but Makoto only saw red.

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"There was once a boy, a little boy named Bel. Bel wasn't like all the other kids he knew, who ran and played in the sun. He was a monster."





The pair moved in utter silence, running without rest or concern for who saw them. They said nothing, Bel was too preoccupied by the smell of blood, further, the fact that Makoto was a hunter explained both his peculiar smell and his surprising amount of knowledge. Bel decided it would be ok to trust him, all his questions could wait until later. He was a hunter and a friend of Haruka's meaning he couldn't be that bad. As they got closer, the smell pf blood grew stronger. Bel could tell there wasn't a lot, but the smell of blood was unmistakeable. Bel wanted to take off ahead of Makoto, but he knew they needed to stay together, something was happening, something bad. As they reached the scene, Bel couldn't contain a gasp. He was shocked. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Shards of broken glass lay scattered around the fallen form of the female prefect, Hikari. Normally, funnily enough, Bel was terrified of the girl, she was so strong, so confident, and there was something about her that set Bel's skin crawling, but instead, she lay broken on the floor. Bel couldn't even move, he was too shocked. That Hikari, that strong, capable Hikari was lying, bleeding on the floor. Makoto rushed to her side as the students had gathered around her. Then the smell hit him. Bel's nose was stronger than most, so even though there obviously wasn't much blood, only a few drops here and there, the irony smell assaulted Bel's nose, filling his head with the stench of blood. Bel stepped forward, cautiously, careful not to bump into anyone. He made his way through the crowd, standing behind Makoto, who was quickly taking charge of the situation, however, there seemed to be other things on his mind.

"Hayden, get Hikari to the infirmary," he nearly ordered. "Y-yeah, sure." Bel said, beginning to crouch down and pick up Hikari, but Makoto beat him to it. As she rose through the air, Bel gasped once more, a single hand coming up to cover his mouth. She must have been thrown rather harshly against the wall, there were pieces of glass stuck to her body. Makoto cradled her into his arms before handing her over to Hayden, who took her as carefully as he could, trying not to move the glass, and to grab her in a position that wouldn't disturb the few shards of glass still embedded in her body. "Everyone else, return to your classes...now." His tone was harsh, almost a feral snarl, as he addressed the group. They immediately dispersed, leaving only Makoto and Bel in the halls. "Where should I meet you once I'm done with her?" Bel made to ask, but Makoto was long gone. Bel lifted his face into the air, his nose working, trying to pick up the scent of Haruka's blood. It trailed all the way back to her room, where Bel had met Makoto earlier. "Still, I need to know what happened." Bel said to himself. "Bel! If she was there when everything happened, she might know what happened to Haruka. We need to get her to the nurse pronto." Kuro exclaimed, nudging Bel on the side of the face. "Hurry, hurry!" Kuro prodded. "You gotta go fast Bel!" Kuro encouraged. "I dunno..." Bel said, worried. "She's wounded, plus there's glass in her. I don't think that kind of speed is a good idea..." Bel said, and unfortunately he was right. "Well then as fast as you think she'll be ok for. We need to get back there and help Makoto." Kuro suggested. "Good enough. Hold on Kuro." Bel warned his familiar, and the three of them were off. "Hold on Miss Hikari," Bel whispered softly to the girl, as if he were cradling a baby. "I'm gonna get you to some help just as fast as I can." Bel whispered to the unconscious Hikari, and at that they took off.

While Bel wanted to tear up the floorboards with his speed, doing so while carrying Hikari would not have been the best idea. Instead, he took off at, what he considered a light jog, that humans would have called a full sprint. As he ran, Bel took the utmost care to move as smoothly as possible, so as not to disturb or damage Hikari. He carried her as if she were the world's most fragile object, as if bumping her, or allowing her to jostle would break her instantly. Finally, after what seemed like ages to Kuro, but was actually pretty decent time, Bel made it to the infirmary. "No time to explain nurse." Bel said, speaking through the nurse's shocked exclamations. "She's really hurt and she needs lots of help. There's glass everywhere." Bel explained. He went on to describe how he thought she'd been thrown into a window, but he didn't say by whom, as he'd not gotten a good look at the attacker's face, though he knew for a fact it was probably Azriel. He explained how he found her injured and carried her here as fast as he could. Once he was finished, however, instead of leaving like he wanted to, the nurse forced him to stay. She told him she'd write a note to his teachers, but he was to stay with Miss Hikari until she woke up, as it was just a bump on the head, and she wouldn't be taking much longer to wake up. That way, when she woke, Bel could get the details about who attacked her. Further, the nurse had to bring the report directly to the school's main office, so she really needed Bel, who begrudgingly agreed, to stay.

Bel sat in the chair next to Hikari's bed in the nurse's office. The nurse had changed her clothes, removed the glass, and patched up her various wounds. She was as good as new, however, Bel was troubled. Not only was he becoming increasingly bored, but Makoto needed his help. "Hey, Kuro, you wanna do me a favor?" Bel asked the cat, who was playing around with a cotton swab. Kuro turned away from the small cotton ball to face Bel. "Sure! Anything for you Belly! Whatcha want?" Kuro asked, being awfully considerate. "Will you go down to the music room and bring me my cello?" Bel asked. "You'll have to turn big for me, but that shouldn't be an issue. Further, I'll play Khalia's song for you and give you a saucer of cream when we get home if you can do it without being seen." Bel taunted the little cat. Kuro's eyes widened happily. "Wow! You mean it?!" The cat exclaimed, pure joy in his voice. "You're on Bel!" Kuro said before vanishing instantly into his own shadow. A moment later, Kuro was back, now full sized and carrying Bel's cello inside of it's care as if it were nothing more than a cat toy. After handing his master the cello, Kuro shrunk back down to normal size and jumped up on the end of Hikari's bed and curled into a ball. "That's so tiring Bel, don't ask me to do that again today, ok?" Bel chuckled to himself and nodded. "Of course Kuro, you did really well." Bel said scratching his cat's head. At that, Bel took out his cello and began to play. For some reason, he felt like he needed to play Khalia's song -- it might make him feel better and Hikari might like it. Regardless of the reason, Bel sat back in the chair, which he had moved back to the far side of the room so it wouldn't be so loud in Hikari's ears, and began to play, softly mind you, as Hikari was still sleeping. Just as Bel was finishing up, he noticed Hikari stir and stopped playing, he put down his bow and spoke. "Hey, you ok?" Bel asked simply

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"I'm not feeling angry, I am feeling wrathful. Move aside while you still can."





Hikari wasn't sure what had happened, one minute she had passed out from what was only blood loss, and the next minute she was laying in a bed, listening to music while she slept. Something click inside her head as she stirred, she shouldn't be laying in a bed, she should be helping Haruka, who the hell had thought to bring her to a bed? What gave them the right to even move her in the first place? Slowly, anger built up inside herself, like a flame slowly getting bigger, she was angry that someone who give her the luxury of being comfortable while Haruka was most likely in pain. Her fists clenched as she ground her teeth together. As she slowly sat up, turned, and glared at Bel, who had asked her if she was okay. Her glare was like the enraged look of death when he found out he had been cheated out of a soul, her gaze nearly screamed danger, she was silently warning him to back away while he could.

"Do I look okay? Who the hell told you to bring me here?! Of all places! I can patch myself up goddamn it! Fucking Vampires! I'll blow his freaking head off!!" Kari was nearly snarling at the Noble in front of her as she threw the sheets back, away from her body and to the ground, grabbed her Bloody Rose and shot twice up at the roof, and then one random shot in Bel's direction for the hell of it. The shot hit the wall near his head as she stormed out of the room, yelling and cussing as she went, her feet stomping into the wooden floor-bored's with more force than necessary. Students out of class stared at her in shock, and she couldn't blame them, she was covered in badges and blood, her uniform jacket had been ripped up and discarded, leaving her in a bloody looked white button up shirt and her eyes were nearly as red as a blazing flame. Not to mention she was carrying a gun and hissing like a cat at anyone who got in her way. Night Class students watched her rage with amusement, while Day Class students backed away and ran for cover as she passed them, she was heading right for Haruka's dorm, where she would find the bastard and shoot him in the head, not only had he thrown her into a wall, and cut her up with class, but he had pretty much kidnapped his own room mate, what a nut job.

Hikari was fuming as she neared the dorm door, where Makoto and Jiro stood, both looking worried. She stomped right up to the door, and kicked it so hard there was a slight crack in the middle of it. "I will kill him."
She hissed darkly as she cocked her gun and pointed it at the door, she was planning to let off a load right between his eyes, she didn't care if he was a Pure-Blood or not, he had no right to treat anyone the way he was, if she had a knife she would stab him. Repeatedly. She had a short temper, and people were testing it lately, she truly hated some Vampires, there was o way around her hatred for them. Kari's eye twitched as a Day Class student came to close to her for her liking, and she turned and hissed like a crazed cat at the boy, who screamed like a girl and ran away in the other direction.

If she wasn't so angry she would have laughed.

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"You told me once I was your light, and I believed you. I thought you were mine as well."




Snow surrounded a young girl as she tried to grasp onto a snowflake with a gloved hand. In her other hand, there was a man's hand, gently holding it. He smiled down at her as he rubbed her head affectionately. Stone gray eyes peered up into azure eyes and smiled brightly. Haruka cuddled against her father's legs, burrying her head into them as she giggled. The sound of his name caused Haru to turn to the direction. A frown marred his handsome features before he glanced down at Haruka.

"My little Light, I must go now," he had spoken as Haruka stared up at him. Where did he have to go? She tilted her head in confusion, her eyes gleaming the unspoken question. He knelt down so that he was eye level with her and offered her an apologetic smile. "I have something to attend to, my little Light. I promise, I will return for you though," he had spoken before he turned and walked away. the only thing Haruka could do was watch as the back of her father slowly disappeared beneath a black mass of a car, and just like that he was gone.




Makoto.

His name ran through Haruka's mind as Azriel's presence continued to invoke fear upon her. When he mentioned destroying Makoto, her eyes could only widen further. They were red from the tears that seemed to be endless as the mere thought of losing the one anchor she had to the human world frightened her more than the vampire pinning her down. Makoto was the first human that had managed to tear down a piece of her inner wall. He was her first friend, her only friend. In this world of fear, the thought alone was disturbing. He was the only thing she held dear in this life.

She had no friends, no family, nothing. She didn't want to call this person by his name. She had no reason to call his name. He wasn't hers, she wasn't his. She would refuse to say such a tainted thing. The next onslaught of questions and demands were hurled at Haruka, and one in particular caused her a bit of confusion. She had caught a glimpse of a man with yellow-orange hair in Azriel's own memories and his face was eeriely similar to that of her fathers.

"Dad..." she could barely hear her own voice when she called out in reflex. But what did he know of her father? Did he know where he was? He was dead. He had to have been dead. He had promised to come back for her, to come for her. He never did. He never returned from his trip and because of it, she was subjected to the daily feedings of that family. Would she have been afraid still if he had returned? So many questions of her own were drowing out the continued one-sided conversation until something happened. He had ripped off her shirt, and instinctively, she tried to cover heself up. His hold on her arms, however, ensured that she would not be moving anytime soon. He then pricked his index finger, allowing the blood to form and spoke.

A mark? What kind of mark? Why couldn't it be removed? Everything could be...unless. A searing pain filled her chest as she cried out. She could feel the sensation of her flesh burning as her screams fell on deaf ears. It felt like she was being carved on, a tattooing process with a blade that had been heated. She tried to move, but the pain was unbearable. She could feel her conciousness fade in and out. Between the fear and pain, it was a miracle she hadn't passed out yet. But would he let her if she did? She knew he wouldn't. This monster before her was the reason why she held such a fear. She could see their gazes, the hungry fangs elongated with their eyes. Those things, those hungry things.

She couldn't tell if she was still crying or if her tears had stopped, but she knew the pain had not. As the mark formed on her chest, the pure-blood then proceeded to bite her palm, just enough to draw her own blood and placed it upon his neck. The same sensation she had experienced was now being returned, a mark forming along his neck. It was her mark. A mark that would now bind them as one, forever. The mark was that of a not-yet wilted rose petal. It was a beautiful, tragic sight to behold really. It showcased just how different she was. A being lingering between life and death, humanity and monstrosity. It was at this point in her life that she had wished she was never here. She never should have enrolled into the Academy. She didn't know that this is what it would have ended like.

"From this point on, you are mine and I am yours."

The words echoed through her ears, and yet they never registered. Never. She would never be his. She would rather die than to belong to a vampire. She wasn't an object that could be coerced into something so easily. She wasn't an object to be used for the selfish desires of this thing. Although by custom, she was already his in a sense that they have just consummated a very sacred tradition. Although for it to be permanent, the consummation of their marriage would have to be sealed. And it wasn't with a kiss either. Her father had taught her that much before he left. He had always told her to never share her blood, or herself, with anyone other than the one that she could freely be herself with. To the one that she would cherish.

To the one she loved.

Whether it was a vampire or human, her blood, as most other vampires, was a sacred delicacy that should only belong to that one love. But now, she couldn't. He had tasted of her blood, he had branded her as he forced her to do the same to him. In that moment, Haruka felt her heart break ever so more than it already had that morning. She would never know the feeling of that love her father had spoken of. That love that her father had described to her when he had met her mother. He had told her numerous times that she was the spitting image of her, however; she never knew.

"I will never be yours" she found her voice, although still just a whisper as it was. "Never. You cannot destroy what is precious to me...it's already gone" she continued, although she almost mouthed the last phrase as she was already whispering. She felt the last of her tears fall while closing her eyes and willing them shut. There was only one thing precious to her, and he was gone. He had broken a promise he made: The promise he would return.

She would not subject to this man. She wouldn't be held like a hostage. With her free hand, as he had released it moments prior to marking himself with her blood, she tried to pry the man's other hand loose. She tried with all the strength she could muster, but he was a pure-blood. What chance did she have against him? She would gladly welcome death if it meant a release from this hell she was in.

"You're just like they were! You're no different from them! Just selfish desires, a hunger for something you want and know it will never be," she found herself screaming as she continued to pry at his hand. She knew it was worthless to claw at his hand, to try and remove it, to try and free herself. She wanted to try anything. She didn't want that to happen all over again. She didn't want to return to that life. She couldn't, otherwise she might end up doing the one thing she told herself she would never do.

Haruka! the sound of her name caused her eyes to snap open and peered beyond the black irises of Azriel. The sound of his voice echoed. Although the barrier Azriel had erected to prevent disturbances, she still heard his voice. Makoto had been screaming her name through the door, but he could sense the barrier around the object would deflect any source of intrusion. He stood there, trying to figure out a way to to get through it, however; the Nouralail was a particularly strong bloodline, one that even his father couldn't surpass. Even though the blood that ran through his veins contained the legacy of his father, he couldn't do anything about this barrier. He had caught glimpses of the event through the blood that had spilled from Hikari. He had taken a glance when he noticed little droplets of blood on his forearm after he had handed her to Hayden.

He had seen what the Nouralail had did to his sister, what he was doing to her, what he would do to her. She had released that energy, the one he was supposed to protect. It was a secret to the world of the half-ling that had inherited an ability thought specifically unique to one vampire. It was his duty. As her brother, as her friend, as hers. He was told that she would be his when her fear would be washed away. Although he loved his sister as a friend, and sister, it was in their family's heritage that they would also be one. If Azriel had truly made such a claim, would he be too late to stop the pure-blood?

"It is done, Makoto. There is nothing you can do now," Jiro spoke as he pierced into the mind of his master. He could see the pain, the misery she was in and the final act that would now, not only force him to serve his master, but the one she was now bonded to. He could feel the hairs on his back rise ever so lightly before his figure morphed back into a black cat. He turned from Makoto, missing the vampire's tear filled gaze as his own eyes began to leak. He failed her, his sister.

His father.

You promised you wouldn't cry for me Jiro. Remember? You said you would be strong and protect me. Like you did with... the voice echoed in the back of Jiro's mind as he could see the disappointment in her eyes. She had spoken these words to him when she had her first breakdown. She made him promise. Not as her servant, not as her friend, but as her protector.

"I failed you...Ru-ru.
" they both said in unison before Makoto felt his legs give from beneath him.

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"The little boy named Bel grew up in a house that was very different from the other's near it. It was full of monsters."





As soon as Hikari was up, Bel knew he was in some sort of trouble. He knees instinctively began trembling, even though he was sitting, and his teeth began to chatter. His pupil's dilated and a stupid smile slowly creeped across his face. He chuckled nervously for a moment before trying to speak. However, he was so terrified of this girl, even though there's was nothing she could do to him short of shooting him point blank in the head that would actually kill him. "U-umm.. easy n-now Hikari, n-no reason t-to lose our heads over this." Bel said, fighting with every word past his uncontrollable fear. 'This is just ridiculous...' Bel thought to himself with a sigh, he hung his head for a moment, "I brought you here because you were really torn up. The nurse patched you up and I decided to stay with you until you woke up so I could get some information about the current situation as well as to offer my assistance." Funnily enough, talking to Hikari was easy as long as he didn't look at her. "Kuro, please take this back for me." Bel said, laying his cello down in its case. "If you do it nicely, I'll give you another saucer of cream for breakfast tomorrow morning." Bel said in a very monotone voice, his eyes boring holes in the ground. As Hikari took aim and fired, Bel moved his head slightly to the right, causing the bullet to miss by a wider margin than Hikari had originally intended, which wasn't much. "W-whoa!" Bel shouted, suddenly, and expectantly, jittery. "That could have really messed me up! Be careful, those hunter bullets of yours are scary stuff." Bel complained, but he should have known better, Hikari was already off to where Haruka was. Bel stood, brushing himself off and handing his cello back to the now huge Kuro. "Thanks buddy, if Luna's in our room tell her what's up and have her give you the first saucer of cream I owe ya." Bel ordered, sounding more tired than anything else. "After that just stay in our room. I'll call you if I need you." Bel said, patting the whistle in his pocket. Kuro yawned before obliging his master. "Thanks Bel." Kuro said simply, as he phased into the floor. Once more, Bel sighed. "Let's go catch up with Hikari, shall we." Bel said to no one in particular.

Bel jogged down the hallway, catching up with a rampaging Hikari in a decent amount of time. He wasn't trying to show off, if anything, he was more trying to hide his true speed, as taking off like he'd done so many other times today with all these students around would be a really bad idea. As he jogged next to Hikari, Bel decided it might have been a decent idea to get some info from her. "Hey," Bel started. "I'm sorry I took you to the infirmary, I figured it'd be best to get you all patched up before heading into the fray. You were all kinds of tore up. Glass is some nasty stuff for humans to get stuck in them, even prefects like you. You can thank the nurse later. Anyhow, what exactly is happening with Haruka and Sir Azriel? Why'd they start getting into it? Usually Haruka's such a loner, and it makes no sense for Sir Azriel to even look at her, so what's the deal?" Bel asked, keeping step with Hikari as they made their way to Haruka's room. "This is bad," Bel said, as the pair began closing in on Haruka's room. "I smell a lot of blood, and something is definitely up because I hear screaming and shouting." Bel worried nervously. He hoped everyone was ok.

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|Light? It only reveals all that are ugly and naught. So, I'll erase light and bury it in the vast expanse of darkness.|




"Uncle Hikaru, do you like my mother?" It was an honest and innocent query from an adorable looking boy who looked like at the moment a miniature version of his father. The boy had the same hairstyle and even wore matching clothes to fit the bill. "... I do... Azriel." It was the simple reply of the man he was looking up to. Yet, there was something odd in that answer of his. Azriel could not help but ask further. "Like my father does?" Hikaru had a slight expression of hesitation and a small smile decorated his lips. Those eyes of purple held a certain haze of sad realization. He looked at the curious little boy and patted that small tyke on the head. It ended at that. There was never a definite answer.

Perhaps, it would have been better if he had noticed the true meaning of that smile Hikaru had given that day. Perhaps, they may have avoided it. Could it?

"Nii-sama! Nii-sama!" Soft and warm eyes of black gazed at the younger boy calling out to him with such fervor. "I'm back Mamoru." The excited boy embraced the older and much taller boy who swooped him up into the air. He was now being carried by his most favorite person in the world. "Welcome back Nii-sama!" His older brother smiled so gently. "Oh, Ryuu you're back? How was the tour?" A girl with blonde locks and glittering emerald eyes had an amused look on her face. "It was fine, Izumi-neesan." A smile formed on Izumi's face as she immediately messed with Ryuu's hair who glowered at this. "Stop it, Nee-san!" Izumi laughed at this. "No way!" Then, there was a small cough disrupting the trio of siblings. Before them, there father stood with a warm smile. "Now don't hug Ryuu all for yourself two, Mamoru, Izumi." He paused for a moment and opened his arms wide open. "Ryuu must be hugged by me first! Come my prodigal son!" Ryuu literally sweat-dropped at this. When did he become a prodigal son? It was then a hard slap was heard. "Stop with your ridiculous notion, Kenta!" There with a frying pan in hand was their mother. "But Megumi-love"

Those days, he wanted to have those days again. However, it was now tainted by the color of blood. Crashed under the empty sparkle of ice and the unyielding coldness of that fateful night. There was nothing left. His dreams were shattered every time he wanted to reached for it. He took vengeance, but did he really accomplish that?


"The dreams that had faded and the ones that will never be true, you must never forget them."

"Dad..." Those were the words that escape her lips. So, that person was her father. The one who took everything away from him. How delightful. He now has that person's daughter in his hands. If that person was still alive despite what he had witnessed firsthand, he would just start taking everything he holds dear. If not, he would still take pleasure in destroying and breaking the most important things. This will be his form of retribution. That man took everything he hold precious. It was only right for him to do the same. No matter how cruel and violent he would have to be. He would return what has been given to him ten-times fold.

"You're just like they were! You're no different from them! Just selfish desires, a hunger for something you want and know it will never be," Her statement was truly naive to every word. This made the pureblood had a rather amused smile which was actually the first time to see such an expression from him. Since, he would only have a frown or a disinterested look on him always. "Selfish? You don't know how much. You're no saint." He gripped both of her hands once more. "You have selfish desires, don't you. That fear of yours. Shutting everyone away. What a selfish little girl." He then lowered his head awfully closed to her neck. His breath trickled on her skin like the teasing touch of the sun. "You can say you want about me. But, I will fulfill my goal unlike you who crawls to a corner hoping for a hand to hold on to."

Then, there was a gunshot outside the room. Azriel narrowed his eyes in annoyance as he raised his head. It was probably the myna bird. There was also someone calling a name, Haruka. It was probably the girl he is now hitched to. He looked at the door and then stood from the bed. His had finally released the girl from his grasp. "Let me make myself clear. You are a tool to me." While speaking, he was dusting his clothes and straightening them. "You could treat me the same. Since, we are now eternally bounded to each other." He noticed some dried blood on the corner of his lips. "You are under my protection and I highly doubt you could protect me from my enemies." Licking the corner of his lips, there was a rather sensual way in the way he did it without meaning to.

He then looked at the door with a rather disapproving expression. "This one point I want to clear. This will be the last time we drink each other's blood. Besides you won't satisfy me." Azriel then proceeded to the door and realized there were a lot of intruders outside the room. Do they not have anything better to do than to annoy him. "Since you are my other half now, I will tell you this. I will never lie to you." This time he looked at her eyes. His silver-black eyes held no gentleness, no warmth. no affection, however, it did hold an unyielding strength and truth of his words. Well, it is not like he found it worthy to lie to the girl anyway. Touching the doorknob, he then returned his attention to door. "Fix yourself. I'm the only one who can see your most intimate parts." He then threw a blanket to her. Afterwards, he then opened the door and leaned on the jamb.

Azriel looked at the spectacle of intruders before him with clear annoyance and opened disinterest. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I have no use for any of you. Begone." At the same time, he was unfazed of what Hikari looked due to the injury he caused directly, even towards the rater teary-eyed expressions of a man, and a boy who had no right to smile. They were all nuisances to him and that would not change even with a gun pointed at him. The stupid prefect could fire it at him anytime she wanted. He would not stop her. Although, she would be in for a surprise.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Haruka Toko Character Portrait: Luna Lancaster Character Portrait: Azriel Nouralail Character Portrait: Hikari Ami Tanaka Character Portrait: Hayden Belphegor "Bel" Morgan
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"All I see is this darkness. Darkness is my world now. I can feel it reach out to me. The light that once shone so brightly is being extinguished. Is this what death feels like? I thought it would be more pleasant."




The sound of the door opening captured Jiro's ears as he turned to glance. There, the Nouralail stood, leaning, almost what could be compared to casually, against the door. Jiro walked up to his new master, stared up at him and walked into the room, making his small form fit between the empty space the Nouralail had left. His eyes faltered when he saw her on the bed. She had wrapped herself so tightly in the blanket that it looked like her knuckles were turning white. He sighed as he jumped up on the bed, sitting in front of her and stared with such empty eyes. She heard the gunshot but paid no heed to it until Hikari came and tried to pick the girl up. Immediately, Haruka began to thrash about, not wanting to be touched by anyone or anything. She slipped out of the girls grasp and slowly, she walked to the confines of her closet to grab another shirt. She picked up the one he had torn off and took it with her. Jiro followed after her and watched as the scene unfolded.

She hesitantly grasped a new shirt, on that was a size or so larger than it should have been and slipped it on. She felt her knee's give from underneath her and she fell against the frame of the door. She curled her legs up to her chest and dug her head into her knees. Her shoulders shook, indicating that she was crying, however; there were no tears. His words echoed through her mind as she stayed in the position. She wanted to leave, to escape and return to her sanctuary. She couldn't though, and his words were haunting her. Jiro walked up to her, rubbing his body against her legs as she picked him up and cradled him to her.

"Why?" she whispered into his fur as he felt it become wet. He couldn't answer that question, but as he searched through her memories, it was evident it had something to do with her father. This man and her father had some sort of connection if he was interested in her father. Although it wasn't apparent what the connection was, it didn't seem like it was a good one. He had called Haruka his tool to be used. That only meant a bad connection, unless the man had wanted something from Haruka's father. Whatever it was, Jiro wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Azriel was wrong though. Although she wasn't a saint, in fact far from one, she didn't cling for a hand to hold on to. She didn't want to. That was her selfish desire. To be independent, to find a cure of her fear on her own. She didn't need help from anyone, but it was different with Makoto. He had this aura about him that had kept her vampiric side from surfacing for so long. He made her feel human...he made her feel normal. All she felt with Azriel was a dreaded fear that could only be described as despair. This wasn't the same with other vampires. Sure, she feared them, but she could tolerate that fear to a certain extent that she wouldn't attempt to try anything she'd regret later on. This man, this thing was something entirely different. Perhaps it was his scent, or the dark presence that radiated off of him.

But what was her goal?

Did she even have a goal? Was the eradication of this fear considered a goal in her life? No, it couldn't be. It was just wishful thinking. Perhaps her goal could be considered her search for her father. She knew, somewhere deep down that he was alive, but after so many years, the doubt that he was still alive dwindled. And what was this nonsense of drinking from each other? She never wanted to taste his blood again. It burned the back of her throat when she bit his lip and the feeling it caused was something she never wanted to experience again, let alone have him bite her. A shudder ran down her spine as she clutched onto Jiro. This feeling was disgusting, and it was running wild through her body.

"Ru-Ru, I am..." Jiro spoke, but the faint breathing against his fur signaled that she had cried herself to sleep again, for the second time. The morning had just began and now...it would become engulfed in a darkness that would slowly suffocate everything around it. He curled in her lap and laid his head on her arm, allowing it to dangle loosely at her side. He would fix this, somehow he would find a way, but for now, all he could do was serve his master and her new other half. Maybe, maybe the art festival will bring back her light. He had taken off in such a hurry when he left the Lancaster vampiress, but before he had left, he had managed to slip Haruka's name onto the papers so that when it was time to register her name would be on it already. He had did it with the utmost discretion. Whatever had happened with the intruders and Makoto fell on deaf ears as Jiro stayed in his masters' lap.

Makoto had ignored everything around him. His eyes were glued to the pure-blood and a particular mark that could barely be seen peaking from his neck. So it was true, he had intended to do what he had saw from Hikari's memories. There was no way around that. But why had he chosen Haruka? What was it about his sister that had the pure-blood lay such a claim without even a blink of an eye? It didn't make sense. She was nothing to that pure-blood, not even an existence in years of going to the same school. Of course, that was before the change...had he stumbled upon her secret? Was that the reason why? Makoto's eyes widened slightly at the realization of the possibility of it being true. He stood from his place on the floor, hair shielding his eyes as he turned his back to the group.

He couldn't stay.

Being in that mans' presence infuriated Makoto so much that he had to keep his hands over his eyes to keep from exposing his own secret. He didn't hear what happened next, nor did he momentarily care. His eyes flashed a dangerous vermilion as a new resolve lingered about. He would rescue her from her cage, even if it killed him he would. He made that promise, and as a man of his word, he would keep it.




"For Light to exist, it must walk in hand with Darkness. Only then will it shine brighter to cover it."




"What do you want to be when you grow up my Light?" Haru asked as he peered down at Haruka who was sitting next to her father. She glanced up at him, blinking her gray eyes up in solid confusion. She pouted her lip a bit as she thought about it. She was only six, and it wasn't something she had thought about on a constant basis. Not only that, she had only lived with this man for six months. How could she know what she wanted to be? Haru smiled as he patted her head in a gesture that was meant to be dotting, however; it came out extremely affectionate.

"I don't know, but I want to be here always," was her childish answer. The pout staining her lips twisted to become a bright smile, causing Haru's own smile to widen substantially. He stood from the bench and offered his hand out to Haruka. She grabbed hold of it as they walked through the snow towards their home. This child,
his child, would live on to be a beacon for him. She would be his light in the darkness as he would do the same for her. He didn't want to lose her, not like he did her. Haruka squeezed his hand as she ran towards the front door, watching as her father slowly disappeared.




It had been a few days after the incident and Haruka had taken on the appearance of a zombie. She wasn't taking care of herself, skipping meals a few times, forgetting to comb her hair, minuscule. things like that. She missed the first two days of classes, opting to stay in her sanctuary and away from him. Although she was sure he would find her if he needed to. She was just grateful that he hadn't. She had been playing the piano, practicing up on her ability to keep her mind off of the events, however; they just played over in her mind. Jiro had opted to have a vampire try and see if they could erase those memories, but none of the vampires had wanted to go against their pure-blood leader. They were afraid of him and they had all right to be. He would have asked the Lancaster vampire he had grown attached to for the favor of giving a simple hand, but had decided against it.

He sighed as the sound of the piano keys being plucked resounded in his ears. He turned to see Haruka playing and a small smile littered his face. The keys continued as a soft melody filled the air, Jiro sitting by the chair. When the song ended, he jumped upon the keys, allowing a rather harsh note to pierce the air as he stared at Haruka.

It's for today's festival, she told him, showing him the flyer in her hand. Although she didn't sound enthusiastic about it, Jiro saw the broken smile appear on her lips, which seemed to have healed from the bite she received from the pure-blood. There are two of them I am trying to decide upon at the moment, she continued as she placed the flyer down on top of the piano. She lifted her had over her chest and allowed it to linger in one spot. The mark on her chest still burned a bit. Although physically it did not, she could still feel it mentally. Every time she dressed, she made care as to glance away from it, the constant reminder that she was marked.

That thought alone had caused her to break down into tears for two days straight, however; she had accepted the mark, but not it's meaning. She wouldn't allow herself to do so. She pushed a piece of stray hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. She hadn't seen Makoto in the last few days, something that slightly worried her because he was always around. They ate lunch together, did their homework together, did everything together. It was like she was missing something without him there. You need to make friends she had heard Jiro state once. This was a long time ago, and most of the humans were either intimidated by her personality, or were just not friend material for her. She hadn't minded over the years when she had Makoto, but now...now she wished there was something she could confide in, someone to talk to.

And Makoto wasn't around.

Gliding her fingers over the piano one more time, she stood from her chair and closed the cover to the keys. A faint smile glossed her lips, a sincere smile. It was the first time in the last few days that a smile graced her lips. Perhaps it as just a nightmare, and the events that happened were just dreams. The mark on her chest was something she had received a long time ago...by someone else. It didn't belong to him. Maybe, just maybe today would be the beginning of a day that she could enjoy.

How wrong could that be? To enjoy the day for once? She could do that...right?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands wrapping around her torso and a head leaning into the crook of her neck. She froze for a second, but the familiar scent of Makoto flooded her senses. She felt her body relax substantially as she grabbed a hold of his hand that was draped around her neck. She closed her eyes as they stood like that for a moment. He released her as she turned around. He held a light smile, almost sad at the point, however; Haruka merely stared up at him, a frown etched into the lines of her face. She reached out to him, and placed her hand on the right side of his face. He closed his eyes, leaned into her hand, and for a moment, everything seemed at peace.

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|Whatever I have done is all for one thing, consequences are nothing more than buzzing flies that can be squished.|




It was official this sad excuse for a Myna bird wants to die. Perhaps, he should have instead made it a point for this annoyance of a prefect to be pierced thoroughly on some sharp object earlier. As for the cat, he did not do anything to it, for he knew that it was his tool's pet or rather familiar. The trembling girl needed a sense of comfort after what he had done. It would not be good for him to get widow instantly now does it. He had yet to squeeze his tool for what he truly needed. Although, his attention shifted with the idiotic prefect did shot him through the shoulder. Unfortunately, the bullet did not even penetrate as the seal forbidding anti-vampire guns to be used against non-vampires was triggered.

This was rather a surprise because even in the past, the Nouralail who had been known as allies of the Hunters and the ones made it possible for such armaments to exist were not immune to the anti-vampire weapons. The bullet simply floated a mere inch from his clothes and dropped to the ground clattering. "I'll figure you out." Speaking as if she was glad to discover such a secret, she wanted to understand him or rather to open him like a puzzle piece. He does not mind but it is at her own expense and there was no way he would help her in anyway. "I suggest a blade. It would at least inflict a wound and even useful against humans." He noted as he watched the useless prefect approach his tool. Trying to ease and comfort but it was all for naught.

The next scene could be considered entertaining as his new half opted to cover herself with a shirt or something. However, she went to his own set of clothes. She even took a shirt of his which was truly large for her. The girl then slumped herself at the door beside him. He could careless about her welfare in all of this. Although, he would have to now. It was one of the negative effects of their new bond. In the end, he simply satisfied himself with one comment. "I expect that shirt back and clean." When that was said, he closed the door behind him as he was now alone in his room. He did not like to be bothered with nonsensical drama.

Furthermore, he had to recollect himself. His action were reckless in his own opinion although, he would never admit that to anyone. He had allowed his emotions to take over him. Still, there were no regrets on his part. This will only serve to complete his goal. Adding to that, the taste of retribution was also very welcomed. The man who had taken his dream into the coldness of the ice would regret doing so. Whether the man was alive or dead, the pure-blood would take pleasure in destroying what the man cherishes the most just like what had happened with him. And that girl, the daughter, would be his perfect tool for that.

Time passed by. It always moved on without much regard to anyone. That is why everyone wants to take grasp a concept without physicality. People always like to desire which is not meant for them to begin with. Is it folly? or Is it selfishness? Who knows and who cares in the end. All that is needed are results. That is what he will do to get his ends. Now, he has done his duties as the Student Council President for this Art Festival. Taking the helm of the preparations for the aforementioned event, everything went perfectly well. To say the very least, no one wanted to disappoint him.

Remembering the reason for him to partake personally, it was to take some load off from the vice president to properly represent the Student Council for the festival. He did not doubt the capability of Lancaster but if she does fail in this. There is no way he would be silent about it especially when he did such menial tasks. In the end, he did not appear on the festival proper. His duties ended when the preparations were completed. There was no need for him to attend such meaningless event.

Well, it did provide a good reason for him not to be around the maggot of his wife. Distance was good for them. Because, their relationship is of a bloody bond forged by fear and hatred. Although, he needed to discuss some things with the girl. Being his mate, she would be expected to do certain duties especially when he is of the Nouralail. Finding her was easy, they have the mark that binds them even in death. His mark on her body is the symbol of his family and uniquely his. Following the connection, he found the girl within the music room in the company of the cat and some man who he remembered wanted to cry. Although, they seemed to be in a rather intimate position.

"Take your hands off her." His tone left no rooms for complaints or debate. It was cold and dripping with threat. Those eyes of abyss black held no warmth but filled with never-ending darkness. He simply wanted those mangy hands of that man off the girl now. Him and the girl may not be bonded through love or those childish fantasies. However, it still remains. The girl is his other half, mate, and the other terms that could be used. Over all, that girl is his and his alone. So, he is the only one allowed to touch her or even more so to hold her like that. "Or, I will take it off."

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Character Portrait: Luna Lancaster Character Portrait: Azriel Nouralail Character Portrait: Kieran Lancaster Character Portrait: Hikari Ami Tanaka Character Portrait: Hayden Belphegor "Bel" Morgan
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“Welcome to the Cross Academy Arts Exhibition."


“Enjoy your stay with us."


The rumors of the Nouraliel heir’s strange marriage had spread like wildfire throughout the school, disappointing many and perplexing more. Kieran had looked faintly dumbstruck when he heard about it, though admittedly he was more concerned about the health problems Hikari seemed to have incurred because of it, by Bel’s report of events, and blamed himself for not being there to at least help diffuse the situation or provide support to his roommate and friend. Luna, on the other hand, had shown no discernible reaction to the news, simply glancing up at the gossipers and asking them to lower their voices before she returned to her work.

Her cousin had pressed her on it, then, because surely she had some opinion about it. Everyone did, after all. She’d merely blinked at him and shook her head. “Kaichou-kun does not act without reasons. It isn’t our business if he chooses not to share those.” She’d looked faintly perturbed upon learning the details, specifically his new wife’s reluctance, but it would not be the first time such an arrangement had come to pass. It was likely in her future as well, when it came to that, being married to someone she wanted nothing to do with. This was something that women of her station learned to accept fairly early in their lives, even if they did not like it.

Time passed without much notice from either of them, and life for the majority of the students at the school settled back into something like routine. The Arts Festival was upcoming, and Luna threw herself into her work, her part of the preparations flawless as always. Hikari helped coordinate the Day Class, and though Luna noticed the new name on her registry forms, she did not scratch it out.

Which is how she came to today. Her art installation was to be one of the later exhibitions, so that she could spend the majority of her day running the events administratively. She’d been quite pleased to discover that due to Kaichou-kun’s help with the organization, she’d had enough time to create several new pieces, which was nice. For the moment, however, she was busy directing the students, a clipboard with the order of events and the allocations of gallery space held firmly under one elbow, a pen tucked behind her ear. Most of the students were dressed casually today, as there were no classes, though of course “casual” for such as they often necessitated suits. Many families were also on-campus for the event, and some of the more civic-minded of her acquaintances staffed food and wine tables for the plethora of guests. The atmosphere was lively, but respectful, and everything was running with crystalline precision, a quality that looked to the outsider like effortless grace instead.

Kieran, actually done up in a proper tuxedo for the event, was serving as stage-master for the day, directing people to the various musical and acting performances when the time was right and providing thoughtful commentary on everything. Surprising, for those who would have thought less of him, but he was gracious and knowledgeable in these areas, a good, enthusiastic host who garnered himself some polite chuckles for the sake of wit as well.

Let it never be said that the Lancasters didn’t know how to bring up their children, even the half-blooded ones.

Presently, Luna found herself outside the musical practice room, brushing down her uniform in just enough time to be passed by an orange-haired youth looking most displeased. Clearing her throat politely to announce her presence to those inside, she was surprised to both scent and see Kaichou-kun. Perhaps she should not have been—after all, the one she was here to seek was his new wife. “Your pardon, but Haruka-san is due on stage in five minutes,” she said simply, then inclined her head slightly and turned to leave. She had no desire to interrupt whatever discussion they were having, after all, but she would see this event run without a single hitch.

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Character Portrait: Haruka Toko Character Portrait: Luna Lancaster Character Portrait: Azriel Nouralail Character Portrait: Kieran Lancaster Character Portrait: Hikari Ami Tanaka Character Portrait: Hayden Belphegor "Bel" Morgan
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"As baby Bel grew, he came to realize, that he was the worst monster of them all."





Bel walked around the festival in a bit of a daze. Last week's events had unfolded with, what seemed like, lightning speed, and left Bel without any time to properly adjust to the situation. The fact that the school was full of wild, uncontrollable rumors, some of which were very unpleasant, only made it worse on Bel. "I don't know what to do..." Bel whispered to himself. "Just keep moving on Bel. It's not our concern." Surprisingly, such sage advice had come from Kuro, who was in his usual spot on Bel's shoulders. "Master Azriel isn't to be trifled with Bel, you know that. If he wants to be married to Haruka, he's going to do it. There's not much we could do about it, even if you were pure-blooded." Kuro lamented, showing surprising acuity and tact for one so stupid. "You're right Kuro, though I can't believe I'm saying it." Bel remarked. The situation was indeed quite odd. "I just don't know how to feel. It happened so fast, and right in front of us. We were there." Bel said. His mind flashed back to the encounter against his will. The feeling of complete powerlessness enveloping him.

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Bel and Hikari had rushed to Haruka's room. The scent of blood was becoming far to powerful to ignore. A lot had been spilt, and it filled Bel's nose with it's irony bite. When they'd arrived, it was already too late. There was nothing Bel, or Hikari could do, though Hikari made quite a show of it. Bel stood there, wishing, praying that there was something he could do to make it better, but nothing came to mind. Instead, Bel did nothing. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists, but there was no action he might take in this situation. Had Sir Azriel been of any lesser rank or station, Bel would have thrashed him, and most likely killed him on the spot. Such a binding ritual as the one that had been performed on poor Haruka wasn't something to be done lightly. It was a lifelong pledge to your partner. A pledge that Bel did not have the power to override. Sir Azriel was not only a pureblood, but the only son and heir of the Nouralail. He was untouchable. In the scuffle to get Hikari out of there, as even Bel could smell the desire to kill roiling off of Sir Azriel in waves, he caught Haruka's eye. It was only a brief moment, but in that moment, Bel felt more ashamed than he'd felt for a long time. The only time he'd felt like a bigger failure was the day his sister died. He broke eye contact first, disgusted with himself, mouthing only, "I'm sorry." A feeble attempt at trying to make Haruka feel better. After that, he escorted Hikari away, but it mostly turned into him shadowing her and being surprised when she left, quite calmly, of her own accord. Once she was home safe, Bel returned to his room and fell asleep almost instantly.

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As he walked around the festival, mentally preparing himself to play Khalia's song in front of everyone who was attending, Bel caught a whiff of a familiar scent, instantly sending shivers down his spine. "Kuro," Bel started, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention. "Do you smell that?" Bel asked, but Kuro couldn't speak, he was too scared. "Only one person in the whole world has that scent." Bel said. "Mom." Though Bel tried to run, it was no use, she was too fast, and nothing could stop a mother from embarrassing her son. She nearly tacked Bel, despite wearing a yukata, and pulled him into a super cheesy hug while singing his name for all to hear. Bel wanted to die. Once she was finally done embarrassing Bel, and the festival could resume as scheduled, Bel rubbed the back of his neck and hastily removed himself from his mother's iron grip. "Jeez, can't you make a normal entrance? And why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home doing... something else?" Bel asked, his mother's arm looped through his as the two, and Kuro, walked over to the courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle of the festival. "Well why would I?" Bel's mother asked. "Did you think I wouldn't find out you were planning on playing Khalia's song? Did you think I would be able to stay home while such a performance was happening? And did you honestly think I wasn't going to embarrass you like a good mother should?" Bel's mother fired off her questions with an increasing rapidity and, almost, anger. "Oh well, what's done is done, I won't make you stick around and talk to your old mom anymore. I'm just here for your performance, but I must admit, something's up with you, Bel. Normally you would have tried to run away much harder, not caring much for others who were in your way. That's the son I remember, not some wishy-washy little punk who didn't give his all in everything he did. You were such a terror, always too strong for your own good. A fantastic fighter, and as loyal and fierce in the protection of your sister as a trained mastiff. You would have made a fine husband for Kh..." Bel put his hand on his mother's mouth, his eyes boring into the ground. "That's enough mother." Bel warned, his tone darkening. "I'm not in the mood for your games today. Especially not any talk about her. Thank you for coming, but once I'm done, just go home. I'll see you this weekend for the party as planned." Bel said. "Edward," Bel commanded the elderly family butler, who materialized behind him. "Yes, young Master Belphegor?" Edward asked. "Escort mother around the festival. Make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble and spend all her money on snacks. Once I've finished my recital, please escort mother home as well. I realize I'm being a tad harsh, but I'm not in the mood for her games." Bel commanded. "Yes, Master Belphegor." Edward complied, taking his mother's arm away from Bel and escorting her to various food stands and other such booths.

After his mother's visit, Bel felt drained. He felt monumentally more tired than when he'd woken up this evening, but he felt better. At least mother always knew how to cheer him up. While Bel had missed a few of the other performances, due to his mother's shenanigans, Bel was in time to watch the few who were up before Miss Haruka was set to perform. Bel remembered to address her politely, even in his thoughts. She was bonded to Sir Azriel now. She required more respect and thoughtfulness than ever before. Though Bel was always as kind to her as he could possibly be, now he had to treat her like a porcelain doll. Something that he should hardly even look at, lest his gaze smash it to pieces. Bel made his way over to the audience's chairs and took one next to some Day Class girl, who nearly fainted as he took his seat. Bel looked rather dashing in his suit, and his sharp teeth, pointed ears, and shaggy hair were not visible to non-Vampires. He looked good, though he certainly didn't feel it. Bel smiled as Kieran emcee'd on stage. He too was dressed in full black tie attire and was behaving quite differently from normal. He was acting like a gentleman, how silly. Bel chuckled. Finally, after a few other acts, it was Miss Haruka's turn, and Kieran had left the stage for her performance. "I wonder what she'll do." Bel pondered softly to Kuro.

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"Anger does not overcome fear. It merely holds it at bay for a time before fear overwhelms it again."




Haruka, for once, allowed herself to glare at the vampire in front of her. Anger would always over rule fear, as well as the need to protect her friends. Or in this case, friend. He had spoken about her acting freely with other men and that no one was allowed to touch her, only he was. She wanted to slap the pure-blood with so much hatred that she wasn't able to do so when he pulled away. He began talking about her conditions as his wife and her duties to be performed. She wasn't a slave. Although she was now, in a sense on his part, married to him, that did not mean she had to make it enjoyable for either of them.

"I have my own family home to go back to," she stated as she found her voice, although still shaky, it was there. He did not respond as she watched as he bit into his finger, stating something about her being unfaithful, and allowed something to come forth. It was his familiar apparently. The creature was quite odd in her mind as it didn't look anything like what she had expected to. It was a feline creature with a pointed tail and eyes such a deep amber color that Haruka found herself staring into them. She watched as it flew from his hand and landed on top of her head, gazing curiously at her. Jiro, on the other hand, had become annoyed at the fact that there was now another familiar in the vicinity. Azriel left the room without another word, causing Haruka to let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"Of all things in my life," she began as she pulled the black creature from her head and held it out at arms length. She could feel a cold sweat on her forhead as she stared at the familiar. "Welcome to my hell Sodom," she stated in a monotonous tone and set the creature on the floor. She was due to perform in five minutes, (at least that was what the Lancaster vampiress had stated) leaving little to no time to get ready, however; she had been prepared for the incident. She had grabbed the dress and necessary items she required for the performance. It was the first time in her life time to do such a thing. Usually, she often kept her piano playing to herself or to Makoto, but now, here she was about to perform for the school.

Not to mention the vampires that scared her so. She sighed heavily as she disappeared quickly into the restroom and re-emerged. Her hair had been pulled up into a feathered bun clipped together by a rather decorative hair piece. There was also a clip on the side of her face to keep any loose strands from out of place. The dress itself was simple and white. Grateful for her vampiric speed, all of this would have taken longer and she would have without a doubt been canceled from her performance. It didn't take her long to find the area where the musical arts were being performed and she spotted one of the prefects introducing the performers.

She stood back stage as the piano was placed in it's proper spot before she heard her name being called. Just keep your mind focused on the music and you'll do fine, she could hear Jiro speak as she released another breath. She forced a smile onto her face although she could feel her teeth chattering with fear and embarrassment. She took a slight bow to her audience before taking a seat at the piano. She tried to relax, but the feeling of eyes on her was just a bit much for her. She could hear the silence fill the hall as everyone watched with anticipation. What was she going to play? Would she be good at it? Would they like it? Will he be satisfied with it? The last thought caused Haruka to frown more than usual and she placed a single digit onto the keys in front of her.

"Here goes nothing," she whispered before she allowed her fingers to dance across the piano. The song she had chosen was not the one she had previously just played. Instead, it was one that she had recently learned to play and it would encase those around it with what she was feeling. The melody was slow, soft, and a little sad. As it continued, Haruka could feel her eyes glaze over as she began to pour more of herself into the melody. When it ended, she had finished it with a longer key than what was expected. Although she didn't want to stand right away, she was forced to her feet and took another bow before leaving the stage. She didn't stay for the results or if they had cheered.

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“What is an artist but one who bares her greatest secrets in code? If one can decrypt her meanings, then one deserves to understand. This is her promise.”



“You worry too much, Kaichou-kun,” Luna replied simply, pausing for just long enough to say it before she left the couple alone. ‘Worry’ was hardly the right word, and she knew that, but she chose her terms for her own reasons, and they weren’t always obvious to other people. It was true that Azriel was known for being well-nigh unreadable, but the Vice-President had her own inscrutabilities. They were just less obvious, less universal. Her best disguise was that people didn’t seem to realize she was disguised at all. It had served her well. People didn’t, after all, become guarded without a reason. That could apply to many people to differing degrees.

She only knew one person who hid nothing, disguised nothing, and lived always without giving the lie, to himself or anyone else.

She arrived backstage at around the same time Haruka did, but gave the other woman her space, instead simply turning her clipboard so that Kieran could read the next few names on the musical act registry. He, like her, could memorize such information without much difficulty, and so she only held it there for a few seconds, waiting for his nod, then departed.

There was a bit of a lull in her schedule here, and even as the first few notes of the famous Moonlight Sonata echoed through the music hall, she threaded her way down the passage to the art rooms, where the student works were displayed. She’d always liked this event, and this spot was the best place for it—you could still hear the music from here, and also see the various sketches, paintings, sculptures, and installations. Only one of her works was presently on display, and that a rather modest one, at least in subject matter. It was the most realistic one she had for the moment, and it looked from a distance like an exceptionally well-staged photograph. The art teacher had encouraged her to do this, as an exhibition of her technical skill with realism.

The depiction was of the Student Council room, at sunset. Orange and blush-colored light filtered in through the large tinted window. The piece was staged so that the eye was naturally drawn across the space, to each of the faces and bodies portrayed. It actually looked not so different from the last organizational meeting the Council had had regarding the festival—there were Day Class students present as well as Night Class, and the black and white was a stark contrast to the soft filter of tropical colors placed over it. Kaichou-kun was at the front of the room and the left of the picture, standing with a certain kind of timeless elegance. Hikari-chan was bent over a desk, strands of rose-colored hair brushing her cheeks but not dimming the brilliance of her carmine-colored eyes, set upon some task of which she demanded and received completion. The treasurers were bent over some account, heads together, expressions perplexed. Various members were scattered here or there, hard at work and determined. There was a unique kind of beauty to all of the figures, and though the assignment had been for realism, it was not difficult to tell that Luna’s affection for all those depicted had bled through a little. She herself was not in the image.

She was not one to linger long over her own art once it had been completed, but she was surprised to see that for the moment, the only other figure in the room was standing in front of it, giving it far more attention than she would have thought most would. He was a graceful-looking man, with eyes of a most unusual red-violet. The artist in her was tempted to sketch the sharp lines of his face, but she’d been told this was rude, and so she refrained, and would have been content to walk right past him (beauty rarely moved her as a person, only as a creator of images), but she was stopped by the sound of his voice.

“You must be the artist.”

Luna paused mid-step, placing her foot back down as though she had always meant to move in that way, then turned to look over her shoulder. He was not looking at her, but still at the image. “You care deeply for these people, don’t you? I wonder why that is?”

Blinking slowly, the Lancaster daughter turned, falling into place beside the stranger—quite tall, perhaps six and four—and mimicked his posture, hands behind her back and eyes fixed straight forward. “Does anyone need a reason to love?” she asked in return.

He chuckled, low and dark and honey-rich, as though her answer was somehow novel or amusing. She hadn’t thought so, but everyone was different. “Most do. Some aren’t capable even when they have a reason.” She shifted her eyes, glancing askance at him. To his credit, the only sign that he’d noticed their proximity was a very slight flare to his nostrils as he breathed a touch too deeply. She wouldn’t hold that against him; she smelled the way she smelled, and there was nothing either of them could do about that.

She shook her head. “Everyone is capable of love. It’s just that not everyone knows. Or cares.” An edge of melancholy crept into her tone, but she forced it out again before the sentence was finished. She had the sense that the stranger had detected this, but he made no comment upon it, simply half-smiling, a mirthless gesture. His eyes seemed to darken.

“I am afraid, Lady Lancaster, that there you and I will have to agree to disagree.”




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“The best songs come from somewhere inside the soul, you know?”



Kieran nodded to Luna, who tucked her clipboard back under her arm and disappeared. He had a feeling she was headed to the visual arts rooms. Most of her works were still hidden under a large black cover, but she tended to gravitate towards such places for the sake of seeing the other things that people created. According to the list, Toko-san (or was she Nouralial-san now?) was next, and so the emcee stepped back onto the stage as the applause for the last act died down.

“And that was Asano-san from the Night Class. Next this evening, we have a performance from Haruka-san of the Day Class, Year 3. Please welcome her to the stage this evening.” He elected to politely use her first name since he was completely unsure about the status of her family name at the moment. There was the usual polite clapping, and Kieran stepped to the side to allow the lights to dim over everything save Haruka.

The Moonlight Sonata was an interesting choice; certainly one of the more well-recognized classical pieces out there, it was less forceful than a lot of the other selections, more tender and sad than anything. She played it rather well for someone of their age, actually, or at least he thought so. Kieran knew a fair bit about such things—he’d grown up around Luna, and the Lancasters were all patrons of one art form or another. He’d rubbed elbows with some of the world’s finest musicians in his short life, and while she wasn’t a professional in technical skill, her playing had something he really appreciated: genuine feeling.

Here, clearly, was someone who knew what it was like to be sad and alone. It was a little heart-wrenching, when he thought about it, and his polite smile dropped into a troubled frown. That wasn’t something anyone so young should understand so well, though it seemed like most of the people he knew to any reasonable degree knew it also. He wondered what had caused Haruka to understand—he’d ask, only even he knew that question was too personal for a complete stranger, and besides, she didn’t seem to like him much. A shame.

The song ended, and he clapped along with the rest of the audience as she exited, briefly catching sight of Bel in the crowd of watchers. He was tempted to wave, but he had to be on his best behavior for this event, and so he stopped the childish act before it had even begun. There were only a few acts left before the musical part of the exhibition was over. This year, dinner was slated to be served by those skilled in the culinary arts, these naturally mostly from the day class. He’d seem some of the dishes ahead of time, and art was definitely the right word. It was an interesting addition, but he was all for it. Besides, it meant the night was sure to end pleasantly—who didn’t like free, excellent food and wine? Even the Night Class could appreciate a nice wine.

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"I made a wish once. It was on a falling star, however; I don't remember what I wished for."




Haruka had walked away so briskly that she was caught a bit off guard when the black fuzz of a familiar latched onto her. She blinked down at it as it spoke to her. A frown marred her face so deeply that she could almost feel the tears threatening her eyes. Fall in love? With her? She wanted to scoff at the thought and how it was mentioned so freely. It was obvious this familiar knew nothing of what had been forced upon her. She gently took the creature from it's place on her chest and removed it to hold it out at arms length. Staring into the creatures golden eyes, Haruka couldn't help but let a smile plague her face. How could something such as this belong to a creature like that thing? Sodom appeared the complete opposite from his master. There was not a trace of ill-will towards Haruka, and she could feel the genuine feeling rolling off of this familiar.

It could just be a ploy for that man to get you to trust him Ruka, she heard Jiro state. She sighed deeply as he was probably right. She feared his kind too much to ever allow herself to trust a vampire, much less the man she was now wed to. It sent a shiver down her spine every time someone glanced at her or tried to address her as Nouralail. She would send them a disgusted look which confused most people. Shouldn't she be happy to be hitched to one of the most desired males on the campus? Shouldn't she be thrilled to say that the most desired male was now hers to be with? The thought alone caused bile to rise from her stomach as she felt the need to use the bathroom. She quickly excused herself as she ran towards the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she was grateful that her hair had been pulled back as she allowed herself to empty the contents her stomach held.

She grasped onto the rail and pulled herself up. Sweat coated her body as she found herself with labored breathing. This was the first time her body reacted that way and she was slightly worried. She knew the fear of hers would eventually cause her to breakdown, but for her to react this way, she shook the thoughts from her head as she stood. Grasping a towel, she wet it and dabbled it across her face, removing any excess material that might have clung to her face. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and almost wanted to laugh. She was pale, bags were under her eyes, and it seemed that the cold sweat that engulfed her did little to put her thoughts at ease.

Haru, are you alright? Jiro asked as he stood outside of the bathroom Haruka currently inhabited. She hesitated on answering. How could she answer that question when truthfully she didn't know the answer herself. A sigh escaped her lips as she wet her face, allowing the cool water to calm her down. She took a deep breath in and counted backwards from ten. She released it slowly as she neared the final number and closed her eyes. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips as her memories danced around her mind. She could see her foster parents, their smiles, their faces. Even though they did not know of her vampiric side, they had accepted her as their own. She was raised with them and, even though she did not sport their last name, she felt like their daughter nonetheless.

How were they going to react when they learn their daughter was forced into a marriage? To a vampire nonetheless? She knew their feelings on vampires, and while she didn't blame them, they were not ones to believe in a relationship with such creatures. They thought it taboo and had forbade it from their family. Should a member of the Kurosawa family actually dabble in such an act, not only would they disown their child, but attempt to kill the one responsible for such an act. She was slightly worried about this. Not about the fact that they would attempt to kill Azriel, but the fact of losing the only family she had a semblance to. They took her in, raised her without knowing of her vampiric side, and loved her.

Should he ever meet her family, she hoped that they would succeed in destroying the one thing that held her to the realm of darkness. She pushed herself away from the mirror and pulled herself together. She would return to the performances and ignore the little feeling in the back of her head that she needs to be careful. She glanced at Sodom, the black fur-ball that was now her chauffeur because of him. Although she did not wish to oblige, she knelt down so that she wasn't standing in front of the creature, but instead at an almost even level.

"I will play for you, but only you and Jiro. Okay?" she stated, forcing a smile on her face. Although this creature seemed to be unaware of the process in which she was now bound to Azriel, she would not tell this creature. It was not hers to tell as it did not belong to her. She would enjoy it's company for the time being along with Jiro. With that thought in mind, she began her way back to the auditorium, walking slowly in the process. She wasn't in a rush to be there and she didn't want to be either. As a result, she ended up pretty close to the visual arts room. It was where the more modern artists had their displays of paintings and drawings.

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"Baby Bel was so different from the other children. While they played under the sun, Bel was purely a denizen of the night."





Bel sat, enraptured throughout Haruka's entire performance. The last time he'd walked in on her, she'd stopped playing and Bel hadn't been able to fully appreciate her talent. As he listened, he noticed there was something different about this performance. There was this... raw feeling. It wasn't how she had performed earlier in the music room, it was more real. Slowly but surely, Bel could see that Haruka was gently pouring her very soul into the music. Her facial expression was no longer a blank slate, it was full of real, mixed emotions that Bel didn't know Haruka had inside her. It was beautiful. When she finished, Bel clapped loudly. He was among the first to stand for the ovation and one of the last to sit. He was very impressed. He tried to catch her eye and give him the thumbs up. He thought he saw her glance over towards him, but he might have just imagined it. Either way he smiled and cheered. It was nice to see her so in love with something she was doing. Especially after... everything that had happened. Bel looked up to the clock tower and noted the time. He was up in a few minutes. There was only one performance between him and Haruka, so it behooved him to get up, rosin his bow, and tune up one last time. As he made to exit his seat, he saw Kieran get back up on stage. He locked eyes with Bel for a moment and smiled, making a feeble attempt at waving before conducting himself like an Emcee once more. Bel smiled back, and tossed out a little wave of his own. Unbeknownst to Bel, the poor girl who had fainted earlier had just woken back up in time to see him smile at Kieran and she swooned once again.

Carefully and swiftly, Bel maneuvered through the seats in the auditorium to the back entrance of the stage. He dodged passed other performers and tried to find his cello passed the costumes and bodies moving in swirls of chaotic motion. He tried to spy Haruka through the chaotic backstage, but he didn't see her, she must have gone somewhere else. After all, she was exceedingly shy, she might need a break somewhere else. Regardless, Bel rosined swiftly and expertly. He tuned up two flat strings in a matter of seconds and was ready to perform long before Kieran called him up. While waiting in the wings, Bel adjusted his tie, breathed out slowly, and walked out proudly once Kieran called him forward. He waved, using the bow hand, to the cheering students who welcomed his arrival. He placed his bow in the hand that carried his cello only for a moment, to shake hands with Kieran as he approached Bel. "Thanks for the rousing intro buddy." Bel said with a wink. "Let's get this show on the road, yeah?" Bel asked and smiled for the crowd before taking his seat, cello at the ready.

"Before I begin, I'd simply like to dedicate this song." Bel spoke softly into the microphone, those his words were heard by all. "This song is for Khalia, wherever you're watching from." Bel said simply. After he was done speaking, he moved the microphone back down to its original position so it would pick up the sound. Then, he began to play. As he played Bel remembered. He remembered all those times he shared with his little sister, the little moments caught in the folds of his memory. Playing in the backyard when they were kids. Playing pranks on Kuro, who was even smaller then. Going to the beach and making sandcastles. Reading stories with their mother and father. Eating ice cream together while watching the sunset. Spending long hours, just talking about anything, everything. Sharing music they'd found with each other. Watching movies together on their living room couch. Training to be strong enough to protect her. They day they'd found out that they were to be married. The first time they'd kissed. Holding hands while walking. Going to view the sakura trees. Watching clouds. Playing in the rain. Just being with her. Dying in his arms. His Khalia. Bel poured his soul into the performance. He exaggerated every pluck, every bowing, and every held note. He sped up and slowed down with the feel of the music, and as the performance ended, Bel shed a single tear, which he wiped away quickly. As his solo ended to the applause, Bel stood, bowed swiftly with a massive smile on his, and exited the stage. While he was putting his cello back in its case, Bel met up with Kuro again, who had left to sit with Bel's mom during the performance. "Mom told me to tell you that you did very well." Kuro said as he jumped up onto Bel's shoulders. "You made her cry, but I couldn't tell if it was the good kind of the bad kind. It was so sad Bel. Even if I didn't know you the way I do, I would have known how much you loved Khalia, just from the song. You did well Master." Kuro's compliments coerced another tear from the attempting, and failing, to be stoic Bel. "No more Kuro, or you'll make me cry." Bel said, wiping away the tear. He was backstage now, so his chances of being seen weren't too high, but still, it was better to get out of there. By the time the next performance was underway, Bel was already gone. He wanted to go find Haruka and congratulate her.

Bel followed his nose down to the art room. As he made his way to the modern art exhibits, he could hear the other performers in the auditorium. Did that mean that others would have been able to hear him down here as well? Finally, Bel's nose led him to, not only Haruka's scent, but his roommate Luna's as well. He turned a corner, only to find himself face to face with Haruka, and in a rather dangerous proximity. "Ah! Sorry!" Bel said, as he backpedaled away from Haruka. His eyes once more found their way to the ground, and he tried not to stand too close to her, while still wanting to make himself heard. "I know you're not the fondest of me, but I had to come down and tell you that your performance was good and I very much enjoyed it. I'll be off now. Sorry to disturb." Bel half-mumbled. Though he had spoken loud enough for her to hear him, he was sure Haruka hated him, as last time she didn't even speak to him, opting instead to simply stare at him through wide eyes. He turned and walked away, hopefully, Luna would be more willing to talk to him.

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"Secrets make slaves of us all. Allow me to set you free."




Haruka couldn't help but allow a smile to grace her features at the creatures enthusiasm. It was a soft smile, something that had only been seen by Makoto and Jiro, and was not shown so freely. Jiro stared at his master, his head tilting in a curious manner as he watched her reaction. His attention was garnered by the familiar known to him as Sodom. It was humming the tune Haruka had played moments before, however; the tone was completely different. It was lighter, almost happy in a sense. Jiro shook his head as he followed closely behind his master when Sodom suddenly shouted something about a Shiny object. Before Haruka could grab hold of the black creature, Sodom had flown towards the source of his attention.

Haruka's eyes widened slightly as he latched himself onto the Lancaster Vampiress' silver locks and attempted to playfully chew at the strands. She wanted to retrieve the black creature from Luna, however; she was stuck in her tracks. She wasn't shaking as she had before, but the fear still remained and held her captive in her spot. She could feel her fingers twitching slightly, and although she wanted to apologize to the Lancaster for Sodom's behavior, she couldn't will herself to move. It didn't help much either that a tune floated through the air that seemed to replicate the feelings she herself had poured out moments later. She sighed as she leaned against the wall of the art room and was about to slide down when someone rounded the corner.

Haruka's eyes only widened more at the appearance of yet another vampire. It was Hayden, the vampire that had stumbled into the music room a few weeks ago with his familiar. He had complimented her on her performance before apologizing and heading off towards the Lancaster. Her body ached, and she couldn't determine if it was because of the fear she held, or if it was because of the look in his eyes that screamed pathetic towards her. Was that how she looked around everyone? With the same down trodden eyes that he sported, was that how she looked? What did it matter though, it's not like she cared about the feelings of those things.

When had you become so heartless? Jiro conveyed his thoughts as he stared at Haruka. He couldn't understand his master sometimes nor the thoughts that plagued her mind. She had never reacted in such a way before, in fact, this was a first. Usually she could hold herself together in such a time, but lately, he paused as he stood from his perch. Do you think your father would approve of the way things are now with you? he continued as Haruka felt a sharp pain in her chest. She lowered her gaze away from her familiar and sighed. How would her father have reacted to such news? Would she be terrified of him the same way she was terrified of these others of his kind?

"Thank you," she whispered out after Hayden as she fell against the door and stayed in place.

Makoto had been in the audience, watching the performances of the talented musical students. None of them seemed without skill and this caused a smile to tug at his features. He applauded the students as they shuffled off of the stage, watching as the next performers came and went. His attention was then focused on hers when she came on stage. He watched as the beads of sweat formed on her forehead before she took her spot on the piano and lulled the audience into a peaceful state, however; he could hear the sadness in such a melody. He sighed as he closed his eyes, allowing the music to fill the quiet room. When the performance ended, he didn't move from his spot, instead, keeping his eyes closed and ignorant to the world.

He opened them in time to see her leave the back stage and allowed the next person to take it. Hayden, the rather large and feral vampire was up and played his own song. It had the same tone as the song Haruka had played. Both carried a sense pain, as if they had both lost something so dear to themselves, and it tugged at Makoto. He stood from his spot and exited the auditorium, spotting Haruka moments after she took off towards the bathroom. He sighed, watching as she disappeared. He remained in his spot, hands shoved into his pocket before he walked in a slow pace after her. When he caught up to her, she was leaning against the door frame to the visual arts room. He ran a hand through his orange locks before walking up to her.

She glanced up at him as he gently grabbed her arm and hoisted her back up. She held a look of confusion before he brought her into his chest, wrapping his arms fully around her and resting his chin on top of her head. She pushed him away a bit, afraid that he would be around the corner and would do something to Makoto. Makoto, however, pulled Haruka back to him and gently tilted her chin upwards so that she was glancing up at him. He could see the mixed emotions flashing through the stone-colored eyes as he leaned closer, stopping centimeters away from her lips. A deep red colored her face as she whispered out his name and for a moment, Haruka could have sworn his eyes were a vermilion color.

He pulled her into a gentle kiss, the complete opposite of what she had experienced with Azriel. It was soft, tender almost and she could feel the tears poking at the corners of her eyes. She closed her eyes, allowing the tears to fall as she leaned into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her gently. Was this what it felt like to be loved by someone? Was this what it was meant to feel like when someone held their loved one so tender, unafraid of the consequences? He released her, resting his forehead against hers before relinquishing his hold on her.

"I'll save you Ruka, even if it kills me," he spoke in a hushed whisper before leaving her side. She watched as he rounded a corner and disappeared, placing her fingers to her lips where they were just connected at. She couldn't stop the tears from free-falling down her cheek as she tried to quickly rub them away. She was slightly grateful that Sodom had not been around, instead busying himself with Luna's silver locks. Jiro, on the other hand, had not looked amused. His face was strewn into a frown as he witnessed the events that just took place.

What are you thinking Makoto? Do you want her to die because of your selfishness? he thought to himself as he shook his head. This was a dangerous game they were playing and he didn't like it.

Not one bit.

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|You said there is eternity for beautiful things, but there is also never-ending for tragedies.|




It was peaceful here. The undeniable stillness which comes from the darkness. He liked the sense of cold pleasure it brings. There was no one to bother him in this abyss. This place and this time belonged only to him which he generally preferred all the time. Looking at the sky, it now resembled a painting of pure black. There was only one blemish in it, the full moon which radiated gentle light in ripples of an alluring wave. Well, he will give the moon credit for such a dark beauty. Just this once, he did not mind glowing underneath its halo revealing himself from the shadows of the night.

The moon gave him an ethereal glow that even other of his kind would not hope to own. His obsidian hair captured the brilliance only to become more like the abyss while his eyes of onyx held a silvery tint mirroring that of the moon itself. This made him truly a creature born of the darkness. Although, it was rather interesting to take note for such beauty to be created from something so frightening and cruel. A true mystery it is. He closed his eyes and leaned so comfortably at the tree behind him. The pure-blood was currently at the isolated area of the woods far from the grounds where the Art Festival was commencing.

It was then he felt another presence within his vicinity and it was not something he liked at all. There is a reason why he goes to places where others tend not to go. At the same time, he always chooses the secluded ones to never interact with anyone. It is because he desired to be alone. He did not want to be bothered by useless matters that does not concern him on a personal level. Even more so, people who actively seek to be his enemy. He has no patience with those type. "Azriel Cadenza el Nouralail." The way his name was spoken lack the usual respect and strength it held. Rather, it was filled with anger and certain dark intentions.

Eyes of deep black fluttered open like blooming moon flowers as he looked at the one spoke his name in such an irritating manner. What met his gaze was the man who he had told to keep his hands off from his wife. This man certainly has a death wish. "I don't know what you are planning with Haruka. But, I won't let you hurt her anymore." Upon hearing this, Azriel removed himself from leaning on the tree. "You are out of your depth. You annoy me. Scatter." There was no reprieve in the way the pure-blood delivered it. This would be his only and last warning for the man to leave unscathed. If this person remains stubborn, he will not restrict himself from inflicting the obscene guy a deserving punishment.

"You're the one who is out of depth. You disgrace your family with such actions. Release Haruka, you don't need her." Yes, the man was stubborn indeed. How annoying in every sense. Furthermore, he dared to speak about his family. In this life, there are things that one should never mentioned in front of Azriel and one of those is about his family. Without a moment too soon, the guy was lifted from the ground as the pure-blood grabbed him by the throat. "Makoto. The name she called out to save her from me." His grip tightened around Makoto's neck. "That's you isn't it? Pathetic." He then threw him away to the side as Makoto's body created tread marks on the ground until he was stopped by a stone not too distant from Azriel.

There was no doubt in Makoto's mind that the pure-blood before him was strong. Moreover, the usage of anti-vampire weapons are ineffective against the man. So, the only way to defeat this monster was through brute force. Standing groggily, he could feel his bones setting itself due to his collision and the pain around his neck subsiding. His regeneration activity was kicking in which was good. "Not human as well, I see." Azriel noted as he could see the damage on Makoto's body healing accordingly. This confirms it. Azriel knows Haruka's secret. This must be the cause of the sudden binding. It must be.

"She suffered enough already just being what she is. Leave her out of your twisted plans whatever it is!"
Makoto shouted while his eyes turned in crimson as he lunged at the pure-blood who remained still. The punch thrown by Makoto connected as it hit Azriel's cheek in which the pure-blood's head turned to the side slightly. "I don't care what she is." Makoto widened his eyes as those black orbs gazed at him with such ferocity. "She is mine to use. The fact you can't have her burns you. This is not about protecting her." Azriel grabbed hold of the fist that hit him. "This is about being a failure and that is what you will always be. A failure." The pure-blood then pulled that fist which in turn ripped Makoto's arm from its very socket as the said man screamed in agony as he fell back.

Makoto's blood scattered around the area and even more so its scent quickly enticing anyone nearby. It was then Azriel narrowed his eyes in a certain light. "Interesting. I wonder if the maggot of a girl knows this." Makoto held his shoulder which was bleeding furiously due to his arm being detached from it. As for his arm, Azriel was still holding it. "Shut up! Her name is Haruka! That mark on your neck! You don't deserve it! Bastard!" Those eyes become a deeper shade of vermilion as he lunged once more towards the pure-blood. Azriel had a certain glint in his eyes of onyx as he simply stood there and threw the arm he held aside. "Come then, I'll give you a shot." After stating that, Makoto grabbed Azriel's neck with his remaining hand. "Die!"

On a not so distant area, Allessa was looking around Cross Academy. She wanted Azriel to show her around but the guy was nowhere to be found. There was nothing wrong in being more courteous to a friend isn't it? So, she opted to do it for herself. In any case, it seemed a good environment to study. How she wished to be attending this school as well. Speaking of which, she also wanted to meet the pure-blood's new wife. Well, the night is still young and there might be an opportunity. She just wanted to meet the woman who could possibly do something.

Allessa's thoughts were interrupted only when a passing breeze crossed paths with her. It brought a tinge of blood which alerted her. The intensity was not to be ignored. She quickly ran through the halls with great urgency. Following the scent, she could hear voices with her heightened sense of hearing. One of it was very familiar. It was Azriel's. This further propelled her to run even faster. From the conversations she could hear, it seemed to be about someone named Haruka being released. With those snippets, she could make a conclusion. This Haruka was probably Azriel's wife and without a doubt, the girl was being treated poorly and the other voice wanted Haruka to be free.

"Idiot." Allessa stated under her breath with dismay. It seemed this other voice did not know the true implication of being a Nouralail or being bound to that family. This stranger might mean well and all of that. But this person should have not been too reckless. Knowing the pure-blood to have the tendency to be cruel, she could see where this was going. Azriel will not hesitate to toy with the other party's feeling even more so if it was something on a personal level. That person does not know what he was doing at all. As such, her eyes widened when she finally arrived at the scene and witnessed firsthand what was going on.

At the other area, Sodom suddenly looked at a certain direction. His ears perked up in alert and wonderment. It took a while before he realized what was truly happening. His fascination of Luna's hair was now forgotten as he flew around everyone in panic. His amber-colored eyes held great concern as his eyes fell on Haruka's form. "Lady Haruka! Master! Master is being attacked!" After stating that, Sodom quickly flew to another direction where the duel between Azriel and Makoto was occurring at real time. Leading the others to the scene whoever wished to follow, the odd black creature.

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Hayden -Bel- Morgan




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"Bel's teeth were sharp, and his senses sharper. His body was strong; a natural predator."





The small, whispered thanks broke upon Bel's ears as he had turned to speak with Luna, whom he at least was familiar and friendly with. Bel turned on his heel and faced Haruka once more. "You're very welcome!" He exclaimed, his shyness forgotten, a huge smile on his face. It was like the face of a child who had been told he'd done well. It held that same gentle innocence. Once he had greeted Haruka, he turned and once more made his way over to Luna. What had just happened was monumental. Haruka had spoken with him of her own will. It would be best not to push her. Speak politely, continue to be nice, and then leave her to her own devices. It would be the best way to slowly make her his friend. 'A friend... One I made on my own...' Bel smiled at the thought. Looking back up towards Luna, he was about to ask her why a small, dragon-like creature was attempting to devour her hair when something distracted the creature. Bel's ears pricked up. There were the regular sounds of the festival, and all was well and good there, but there were other noises; harsh ones. Though Bel couldn't quite pick up the exact words, he heard raised voices, one of which sounded like that fellow who did/didn't smell like a vampire; that Makoto chap. Then it hit him. The familiar smell of blood. It wasn't just any blood either, it was Vampire's blood. His attention brought back to his location, the small dragon creature was making quite a fuss. "Lady Haruka! Master! Master is being attacked!" It exclaimed, in a childish voice that belied utter urgency. That's when it hit Bel. The true implication of what was happening. Makoto was fighting Sir Azriel. Bel didn't think, he didn't know what to do. Sir Azriel was a pure-blooded Vampire, he would tear Makoto apart. Bel had to do something. "Time to go." Bel whispered to himself. "Stay here!" Bel yelled back towards Haruka and Luna. "Or better yet, inform the Headmaster. Don't follow me!" Bell yelled, his eyes turning icy blue, their pupils becoming slits, the points of his teeth and ears lengthened, and his hair became thicker and shaggier. Luckily for Bel, non-Vampires wouldn't be able to see his altered appearance, only Vampires would see this form. The form that was too weak to save Khalia. Maybe this time, it might be able to save Makoto. Or at least hold off Sir Azriel until the Headmaster could get involved. Bel flicked off his shoes and burned down the hallways, passing the tiny dragon and following his nose to the scent of Makoto's blood. If he hadn't taken off his shoes, he might not have been able to keep himself from destroying everything he stepped on as the hard soles and his strong legs would have destroyed the concrete and wood. Instead, Bel passed by like the wind. Almost unseen and mostly unheard Bel whipped pasted the students, booths, and teachers. He flew through the school until he found the pair of them, fighting in the woods.

As he arrived on the scene, Bel shouted at the pair, "That's enough! There's no reason to fight here. Innocent people could get involved." His words, however, seemed to have no effect. He strode up to the pair, his anger rising, and grabbed Makoto by the shoulders, flinging him off of Sir Azriel. Stepping back in between them, his arms raised as if to hold them in their positions, Bel addressed them both. "I don't care what it is that's upset you, there is no reason to kill each other." He turned to Makoto. "I had thought better of you. You seemed so level headed, so calm and reasonable. Look at you now, your arm torn off and your eyes full of rage. You said so yourself, Sir Azriel is a pure-blood. He's not someone to be trifled with!" Addressing Sir Azriel, Bel turned and looked his superior in the eyes. "While I cannot question your motives, there is no reason the two of you couldn't solve your issues with words instead of violence. Please, let him go." Bel asked. Bel's eyes softened, the pupils turning back into little orbs, and their color becoming a darker blue, though still lighter than their original shade. "What reason does a pure-blood like you have to kill this man?" Bel asked. Though he knew his words couldn't solve all the immediate problems, Bel was simply trying to buy for time. Hopefully, the girls had taken his advice and gone to get the headmaster. If not... Bel would have to steel himself to fight a pure-blood.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Haruka Toko Character Portrait: Luna Lancaster Character Portrait: Azriel Nouralail Character Portrait: Hayden Belphegor "Bel" Morgan
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"A trust built on lies was bound to break and yet, it doesn't matter because it's you."




Haruka felt her body go numb when Hayden responded before disappearing to talk with Luna. At least attempted to when Sodom suddenly released the Lancaster's silver locks and began saying something. She paid no heed to Hayden's statement about contacting the Headmaster before he disappeared after Sodom. Azriel was in a conflict? That didn't matter to her. Why should she care if he was in trouble? The man was a vampire, a pure-blood of the strongest lines apparently, so she need not care what happens to him. He wasn't her concern nor did he need to be in her thoughts. With that in mind, she lifted herself away from the wall and journeyed down the hall. She passed by an open window and a light breeze filtered through. Her eyes widened greatly when the scent that lingered with the breeze entered her senses. The scent was familiar, and yet, it held a very strong perfume. A perfume that only vampires held when they bled.

Why was it mixed with his scent though? Makoto wasn't a vampire, he was...the thought settled in her mind as she peered down at Jiro. His eyes did not betray his face as it remained in a stoic fashion. It couldn't be true. Makoto was a vampire, something that she greatly feared and yet; here she was interacting with one so closely. She could feel her skin crawling, almost as if she were being scratched with the jagged edges of a broken knife. It set her skin on fire as she began to shake, but it wasn't the fear that was causing it. She suddenly found herself running, starting off in a brisk walk before it turned into a sprint. She didn't know where her legs were taking her to. All that mattered was finding Makoto. There was a strong scent coming from a rather secluded area of the forest.

The smell had become intense, as if he were bleeding substantially and losing a lot of blood. She ran passed the bushes and ducked under tree limbs as she fought her way through the forest. She had to push herself further and when she did, she came to the clearing where Hayden was now in between Azriel and Makoto. Her eyes, however, immediately latched onto a large pool of blood forming underneath Makoto who was now missing an arm. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she could feel something snap in the back of her mind. She didn't know what it was, but she found herself running up to Makoto, embracing him from the front which startled the vampire. He glanced down into her fear-filled eyes as they trembled beneath his crimson gaze.

"Makoto stop, please don't do this!" she urged him. She had grabbed his only arm and tugged at it tightly, latching onto it so that he couldn't move just yet. "I don't care if you're a vampire, but please...I can't lose you too," she stated as she wept into his shirt. Although her body was slowly going into shock, she didn't care at the moment. Being in such a close proximity of the vampire was sending her on edge and she didn't care. "Please," she continued, gripping his shirt tighter as she buried her face. The smell of blood covered everything, but it did not matter. The only thing that mattered was keeping Makoto safe.

"I would be failing our father if I did that," were the only words that slipped through his mouth. He placed his only hand on her head in an affectionate manner before he pushed her towards Hayden. "Keep her safe for me, will ya," he spoke towards Hayden. He knew he wouldn't last much longer in this fight. It was evident that this pure-blood was toying with him, but his anger and frustration would not allow him to quit. The blood still poured form the open wound, and if the pure-blood didn't kill him first, the loss of blood would. He could faintly see the smile of his father in the distance, tugging one of his own into place. Haruka allowed her eyes to widen at his confession. Their father? He was...

Her vision blurred as her eyes rolled back into her head. The only thing Haruka could do was fall to her knee's as Makoto charged Azriel one final time.