THE CURE CH. 4
The sun was nearly half way up over the horizon. The Kuran dining table was filled with vampires, full from having finished a late meal, due to Kaname’s tardiness. But now that everyone was finished, only awkwardly prolonged small talk filled the air.
Yuki yawned, stretching her arms over her head, savoring how good it felt to extend her muscles. “Ahh,” she moaned in pleasure. “I think I’m gonna head in for the ni-erm… day,” she informed, standing from her seat and excusing herself, picking up her plate to carry to the kitchen. They had maids for cleaning up, but Yuki always felt better cleaning up after herself rather than making someone else wait on her. She washed her dishes and headed for the stairway, Kaname approaching from behind.
“Let me accompany you.” His voice was close to her ear and gave her chills as his arm snaked around her waist as they ascended the stairs.
They finally approached Yuki’s room and they both stopped and turned to one another, Yuki tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear shyly. Kaname pulled her to him and held her tightly to his chest for a few moments.
Slowly pulling away from Kaname, Yuki began to fidget. “I um, I think I’m going to sleep now.”
“Alright,” Kaname kissed her forehead gently. “Sleep well, Yuki,” he said softly, his voice caressing her ear like silk. Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck, her cheeks heating up involuntarily.
“I-I will,” she managed to reply, then still standing there awkwardly for a short moment. She was working up all the courage she possessed, she could feel her heart beating fast at what she was about to do. She reached up on her tip toes, her arms wrapping around his neck and gently urging him lower so that she could place a small peck on his lips, but when she went to pull away, he held her there. Yuki froze, her heart about to explode in her chest it was beating so hard.
When he allowed her to pull away, she felt the solid urge to dash to her bedroom. But she resisted, trying to act more rational about it. She stood quietly, her head bowed. “I… I still don’t have an answer for you Kaname,” she admitted, “I’m sorry.”
He leaned in and pecked her on the forehead. “Take your time. Goodnight, Yuki. Sleep well. We have a big day tomorrow.”
Kaname had disappeared down the hallway and Yuki retreated to her bedroom, changing into her pjs before crawling into bed. Yuki laid there under her blankets, fidgeting with the sparkly piece of jewelry on her finger, deep in thought.
Tomorrow was her birthday. She was relieved that most of the planning and decorating was over with. She couldn’t stop thinking about the ball and what other plans Kaname might have in store for her tomorrow. She felt silly to have ever thought he wouldn’t remember her birthday... Kaname really was the husband type, she supposed. He would spoil her and take care her, she knew. He seemed to really love her. And she really loved him. So then, what was the problem? She couldn’t pinpoint what they were doing wrong… There was something missing. She didn’t understand why the thought of marrying Kaname make her heart ache with dread and anxiety…
With so much on her mind, Yuki doubted her tired mind would be able to drift into slumber.
~*~
Yuki woke, having nearly just dozed off. Groaning, she sat with a yawn.
“Good morning.”
Yuki gasped, not realizing Kaname had been sitting in the chair beside her bed. “K-Kaname.” Recovering from her initial surprise, she managed a sleepy smile. Her long tresses were a tangled mess, she knew. “I didn’t know you were there,” she said a bit nervously.
He silently stood, presenting her with two boxes, wrapped up as gifts. One was large and the other fairly small.
“What’s this?” she blinked wide-eyed, still sitting up in her bed.
“Have you forgotten already?” he asked, a bit teasingly. “It is your birthday today, remember?”
A light blush stained her cheeks. “Are these for me?”
He nodded and she up beamed excitedly before pulling away the wrapping and peeking inside the box. Yuki’s breathe caught in her throat. “Wow,” she breathed in awe. She pulled the contents out of the box. It was a crimson corseted gown with black lace and black ruffles on the skirt; obviously very expensive, with black shoes to match.
“I was hoping you might wear it to your party tonight,” Kaname suggested.
Yuki nodded enthusiastically. She couldn’t wait to try it on.
“Go on, open the other,” he urged.
She obliged, opening the other box. It was a pearl necklace and matching earrings. Once again, she was breathless. She fingered the jewelry gently, as if afraid to damage it. The necklace was a black choker with a dangling teardrop-shaped pearl. “I love it, Kaname. Thank you so much.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
Yuki smiled fondly down at her gifts.
After a moment, there was a knock at the door and Kaname placed a kiss on her forehead. “I shall leave you to get ready. I’ll check on you again later.” Yuki nodded.
Kaname excused himself, Seiren just outside the door waiting for him.
“I have an update for you, Master Kaname.”
He nodded and they both headed down the hall to his private quarters to discuss it further.
~*~
About another hour later, the party was finally starting, as numerous guests pulled up one after another in their most stunning attire. They got out of their limos and expensive vehicles right in front of the door and walked inside as if they were celebrities, while the valet took care of the parking.
Waiters walked around with trays of fancy h’orderves and alcoholic beverages as the guests mingled. The huge ballroom was beginning to become a bit cramped.
Meanwhile, Yuki sat at her vanity, the servant finishing up her hair and makeup for her party. “..one last pin…” she mused, “There. Perfect.” She declared with a smile. Without much energy, Yuki managed a weak smile in return. Kaname knocked and then entered.
The servant was just finishing up, putting on Yuki’s earrings. Kaname silently took the necklace from the servant before she had the chance to put it on Yuki. When she finally understood that she was no longer needed, she bowed before excusing herself to allow them to be alone.
Kaname came up behind Yuki, and she watched him through the vanity mirror as he fastened the pearl choker around her neck. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her skin as he did so.
As he leaned over her shoulder, his eyes lifted to her reflection and they looked at each other through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Are you ready to go?”
She nodded despite herself, managing another tired smile. She stood, and allowed him to lead her down to the ball where the guests were waiting for her.
~*~
The large ballroom was much too crowded for Zero’s comfort. Having so many vampires in one place was incredibly unsettling. Elaborate ball gowns surrounded him, twirling as the vampires danced all around him. He could think of at least a million other places he’d rather be, but he was regrettably standing in the bowels of the Kuran manor by orders of The Association.
Given his history with the purebloods, he didn’t understand why they couldn’t have found someone else to send. Here he was, playing security guard for a party both humans and vampires were attending, to monitor and make sure everyone stayed safe. Considering that he wanted to kill the Kurans, he found it a bit ironic they put him in charge of their safety.
Zero shifted his weight uncomfortably against the doorway that he was leaning on, his arms folded across his chest and a scowl upon his handsome face. So many sounds flooded his ears; the clinking of dishes, high-pitched giggling and the sound of heels against the dance floor. His calculating lilac eyes glanced watchfully over the room, watching the elegant-looking creatures laughing and chatting and dancing as if they weren’t blood-sucking beasts. It made him sick just to watch them, casually mingling with helplessly ignorant humans. Thankfully, he hadn’t come across Yuki yet. There was so many people, the huge room was crowded. Maybe he could get through the night without having to see her.
~*~
From the moment Yuki entered her own party, she was overwhelmed. It was stuffy and crowded. So many people wished her a happy birthday, bowing with respect. It was all so strange to her. She wondered where Kaname had gone. He had been there one minute, his arm locked around hers, and then he was gone the next. She assumed that he must have gotten bombarded with marriage offers, seeing as the possibility of their marriage hadn’t been made public yet, and also other business deals like he usually did at these events.
A light breeze caressed her skin, drawing her attention to the French doors, propped open as an open invitation to the gardens. The first chance she got, Yuki ascended the staircase and snuck away to the balcony to get some air and hopefully a moment alone. She had originally thought no one was out there, but she bumped into a beautiful black-haired woman leaving the terrace as she was entering.
The girl with long raven hair bowed, but a scowl appeared on her face and her violet eyes glared at Yuki. The stranger then pushed past her, nudging Yuki’s shoulder as she rejoined the rest of the guests inside the ballroom. Staring after the strange, rude woman, Yuki noticed the anti-vampire weapons at her sides. She was… a vampire hunter? Yuki watched the girl keep to the edge of the crowd and travel along the wall to stand beside a man.
Yuki’s heart froze.
Zero stood leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. She couldn’t make out much from the distance, but there was no mistaking his silvery hair and she could tell that there was an angry look on his face. He looked like he didn’t want to be there… Yuki saw the woman move to join him, standing beside him. They exchanged words and the girl giggled at something Zero had said. So… the woman was with Zero? Yuki’s chest suddenly felt tight and constricted. She didn’t feel well all of a sudden…
Yuki fled from her party, weaving in and out of guests before dashing out of the ballroom and down the halls. Reaching her bedroom, she sat down on the edge of her bed, urging herself to calm down and forcing back tears. Her cheeks were flushed and her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She clutched it as if trying to dull the ache but to no avail.
She could hardly believe her eyes. She’d just seen Zero for the first time in nearly 3 years... And she had spent that time avoiding thinking about him. It hurt too much. And now, seeing him again for the first time in so long… got her all worked up. And… seeing him with a woman… It was unusual for him. No wonder the girl gave her a dirty look when she walked by… Maybe she and Zero were… lovers. Yuki couldn’t understand why that bothered her so much. But there was a time when Yuki was the only girl in Zero’s life. She used to be the one standing beside him… his partner. She guessed… she’d been replaced. And Zero hated her now… How had things gone so wrong between them? It was troubling that things had to be as they were between Zero and herself. All she ever wanted… was to help him.
Yuki ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had to reach him before it was too late; she had to stop him from leaving…
She caught up with him just as he was about to reach the main gates of Cross Academy. His name left her lips as her body collided into his full force, causing him to drop his bag with a heavy thud. She hadn't even tried to slow down and her arms instantly clung to him. She stood, hugging him tightly from behind, clutching onto him desperately, afraid that if she dared to let go, he’d be gone forever.
“Look, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured him. Her hand tightened its hold on him as she continued, “For the past four years, I've stayed by your side. And I had no idea what you were going through. I’m not afraid of you. No matter what, I’m still going to stay by your side.”
When the memory faded, a disturbing thought occurred to her. She hadn’t stayed by his side. She had forgotten all about that promise, and that Zero’s fate was so dependent on her. She had readily broken her promise to him in order to go with Kaname. Without occasionally drinking her blood, he would fall faster into a Level E. Yuki’s heart tightened at that. She had promised that she would never let that happen… that she wouldn't let him fall to Level E no matter what, even if he hated her for it, even if Kaname hated her for it… yet, she had so readily forgotten all about her promises and left with Kaname, leaving Zero to his fate, alone and abandoned. That was the whole reason she had allowed him to drink her blood in the first place… to save him, prolong his life. Committing such a forbidden act… lying to keep such a grave secret… all of the hiding and sneaking around… All of it turned out to be for nothing, after she left…
Her mind wondered to the last time she and Zero had spoke.
“If you are truly a vampire that I should hate… Then drink my blood." Those words evoked a tinge of sadness every time Yuki recalled them. She was a pureblood now, but did that have to mean he should hate her? Using her fangs for the first time… was a very different experience for her, especially using them on Zero instead it being the other way around. Yuki’s fingertips gently touched her lips as she remembered sinking her fangs into him and tasting his blood for the first time, his voice still ringing in her ears. She couldn't help but yearn to taste his blood again. Her mouth watered and her throat suddenly felt dry. She blushed at such a thought and quickly shoved it away; she shouldn't be thinking such things. But could she really be blamed? That was the last time she had gotten to taste real blood… It was unbelievably difficult to settle for the dull, bland taste of blood tablets when compared to real blood. It was like drinking soda with a very strong ‘diet’ taste… It took some getting used to.
So much time had passed and she hadn't seen or heard from him even once, but everyone seemed to talk about him. Zero was making quite a reputation for himself. She had heard that he even had the opportunity to become head of the Hunter’s Association, but he refused. If she knew Zero, he had no interest in such a bothersome responsibility. He was still a slacker, as always. A small smile reached Yuki’s face at the thought. Regardless, she was proud of him for coming such a long way, and for becoming so successful. But it also made her dread the day he would come for her…
A small tear escaped her eye. Surprised, Yuki wiped it away and sighed heavily. Even if she missed Zero or briefly wondered from time to time where he was, what he was doing, or if he was doing okay… it didn't matter; He hated her now. That’s why she couldn't have stayed behind the day that she had made the choice to leave Cross Academy. There wasn’t much left for her there. She definitely couldn't turn back now, even if she wanted to. Besides, being with Kaname had always been her destiny. Yuki knew where she belonged. Maybe she should accept his proposal and be done with it…
Yuki gasped, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. “Kaname,” she acknowledged him affectionately, laying her hand on his and turning to face him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked softly.
Yuki hesitated, “N-no.” Yuki’s found herself concentrating too hard on the floor trying to fight back the tears forming in her eyes. It was no use. He always knew when something was wrong. She was terrible at hiding it.
“What’s wrong, Yuki? You can tell me anything,” Kaname leaned in, and placed a feathery kiss on her cheek.
Yuki lifted her head and sniffed again, wiping her nose with the end of her sleeve. “I… I just…” She struggled to explain herself, “I miss how things used to be. I think… I miss father... and my other home.” She finally finished, “I’ve just been feeling a little emotional lately, I’m sorry.” She sniffed a little and wiped another tear.
Kaname sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap and a comforting embrace, pushing her to lay her head on his shoulder. “It’s alright,” he soothed. “Perhaps we are due for a visit,” he suggested.
Yuki lifted her head to look up at him, and Kaname smiled at her fondly. He caressed her face lovingly and she looked away, avoiding his heated gaze, a bit embarrassed. After everything, she still blushed like a school girl when it came to ‘adult’ things. She frowned a bit at that thought.
“Of course, you miss your adoptive father. Perhaps you wish to speak with him about my recent proposal,” he continued, “I don’t like to see you so upset. Some time away, a change in surroundings, may lift your spirits. I’ll allow you to go alone, if that is what you wish.”
Yuki nodded.
“Then it is decided,” Kaname gently set her aside and stood. “I shall make the appropriate arrangements tomorrow.”
Yuki’s expression brightened with gratitude, “Thank you so much, Kaname.” He was so good to her.
Kaname managed a small smile in return.
~*~
The ball was finally over, much to Zero relief. Everyone was leaving, and The Association provided him and Ayame with a ride home but he refused, saying he preferred to walk… Ayame wanted to walk with him, but he told her he wanted to be alone so she rode back in the car. Here he was freezing his ass off, mostly because he was stubborn and didn’t really want to be stuck in a vehicle with Ayame for the whole ride home.
The soft, flickering glow of street lamps dimly illuminated the blacktop. It was a still, calm night. Zero tucked his hands in his coat pocket and huddled deeper into his jacket for warmth, his breath left his lips in airy wisps of white.
As Zero wondered down the sidewalk back home, a shrill, blood curdling scream broke the peaceful silence. Mildly startled, Zero stopped, unsure of where the scream had originated. Scanning his surroundings, a distressed girl emerged from the darkness of the park across the street, a Level E vampire following in suite. She fled into the road, stumbling before crashing into the pavement, scraping both of her knees and the palms of her hands.
Zero hesitated to approach, as the scent of the girl’s blood filled the air. His eyes began to seep red.
The young girl screamed again, scrambling to get back up. “Help! Please!”
As if waking from a trance at the girl’s cries, Zero pulled Bloody Rose and rushed to help her, but he didn’t have a clear shot. The Level E had caught up with the girl, attacking her from behind before Zero could reach her. She struggled, screaming and crying hysterically. Cursing under his breath, Zero pulled the Level E off of the girl, throwing it to the ground.
The girl stood on the sidelines and watched her savor as he rendered her attacker motionless. A few moments later, Zero stopped and turned to see her still standing there watching. The tears on her face glimmered in the poor lighting.
“Run,” he told her forcefully, but the girl didn’t move. A frustrated growl rose from Zero’s chest and his eyes flashed crimson, startling the girl. She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized her “savior” was a monster as well. She backed away slowly before finally turning to flee.
As soon as the girl was gone, Zero turned back to the decrepit Level E, a scowl on his face and eyes glowing menacingly. He lifted Bloody Rose level to its eyes.
The Level E hung its head as in resigned defeat, accepting that his inevitable death was near. Strangely, its saddened expression looked almost like one of disappointment, and Zero hesitated as it spoke. “I was so close…” it murmured, “to becoming human again.”
Zero stopped, but didn’t lower his weapon. Something tightened in his chest, but he pushed it aside. “What did you say?”
“I just… wanted to be human again,” it repeated. “I was searching for the cure, the pureblood-” the fallen vampire winced in pain and choked, cutting itself off. Blood seeped from its mouth as he continued, “the pureblood with the power to turn vampires back into humans.”
Zero remained silent for a moment as if processing what the other vampire had said.
Taking advantage of Zero’s silence, it began to plead, “You have to believe me; I never wanted to hurt anyone. I’ve traveled so far in search of the cure. I was so tired and hungry... I told her to leave me alone, but she wouldn’t listen.” A strange, obsessive glimmer entered the beast’s eyes and voice as he continued, “And… her blood was so…”
The click of Zero’s gun’s safety interrupted the Level E’s musings and its eyes widened in fear.
Zero’s brow furrowed, his face full of apprehension as he contemplated whether to pull the trigger or question the creature further. A pureblood with the ability to revert Level D or Level E vampires back into humans… Could that be possible? After all, Yuki was a pureblood vampire that was turned into a human, so… Maybe it wasn’t a completely crazy notion. That would also explain the increase in Level Es in the area. Were they all after the cure? Zero finally spoke, his voice shook slightly, “Tell me about this pureblood. Where is he?”
The Level E laughed almost hysterically at his inquiry.
Annoyed, Zero brought himself to the ground, face to face with the Level E, successfully silencing it. He stared it in the eye as he held Bloody Rose to the vampire’s temple and lowered his voice into something between a threatening growl and a hushed whisper. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where can I find him?”
The crazed vampire huffed mockingly. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have still been searching, you dimwit,” the vampire indignantly sputtered.
A dangerous growl rose in Zero’s throat again and he pressed his pistol painfully into the Level E’s skull. “You better start doing better than that.”
The wounded vampire groaned at the merciless assault on its temple and tightened its blood-covered teeth in pain. “Alright, alright!” the vampire pleaded and Zero let up the pressure slightly. “I heard that the pureblood lives in the forests south of here. But all who enter the forest, never return. There’s supposed to be a mansion hidden on the outskirts of the woods, just before you reach the water’s edge. It’s heavily guarded and extremely difficult to find, unless you know where to look.” Its face saddened, “I was so close, you know… just for it all to end here. It was all for nothing.”
Zero felt disgust welled up inside him as he stood, towering over the other vampire’s submissive form, his gun lowered at his side. “You would have murdered that girl who was only trying to help you. What makes you think you still deserve the right to live?” Zero spat bitterly.
The Level E’s expression didn’t change. “You’re right, I don’t deserve to live.”
Accepting his surrender, Zero raised the Bloody Rose and aimed down at the Level E as he had before, his finger on the trigger and ready to deal the final blow.
“You really think you can be saved?” The Level E started darkly, his eyes glimmering crimson. A small smile upturned the corner of his mouth revealing lengthened fangs, “I know why you’re so interested in the cure; you think it can save you. But a cure for vampirism is a lost cause. You’re a fool, just like I was… for thinking otherwise. Face it… You’re going to end up just like me!” Without further warning, the beast sprung up from the ground at Zero and three gunshots echoed into the night.
~*~
On the way back to her apartment, Ayame sulked in the back seat of The Association’s vehicle. She slouched in the seat with a groan and removed her uncomfortably tall heels. Once the offending shoes were gone, she briefly rubbed her incredibly sore feet before undoing the fancy updo from her hair. She had thought spending time at a ball with Zero would have been a little more fun, but he had been in a particularly foul mood, it seemed. He hadn’t even wanted to ride home with her. She had spent so much time getting ready, making sure her hair and makeup and even her dress was flawless… and she was fairly certain Zero didn’t even notice.
Interrupting her train of thought, her stomach growled incredibly loud. She mentally groaned at how hungry she was. She hadn’t dared eat any of the disgusting vampire food from the party. Her eyes lit up at she turned to the window and noticed the 24 hour café that she had been dying to try.
“Hey, stop at that café!” Ayame demanded to the driver with excitement. They pulled into the lot of the restaurant and parked. The vehicle barely had time to come to a complete stop before she had nearly burst out of the car. She paused after getting out, leaning down to look into the driver’s window which had been rolled down. Her breasts were in clear view as she leaned in, very nearly about to pop out of her dress. “You can wait out here for me, right?” she asked, sweetly. Though it was a question, it might as well have been a command. His eyes were still locked on her cleavage. Not waiting for an answer, she winked at him and cheerfully strolled inside. The older man grumbled in displeasure before lighting a cigarette while he waited.
Seiren casually entered the café shortly after Ayame and sat down in the corner booth beside the restrooms. It was the ideal spot to keep an eye on her target, but subtle enough not to be noticed. She sat quietly eyeing Ayame from across the nearly empty café, an untouched cup of tea in front of her. She discreetly watched from a distance as Ayame flirted with the waiter as she ordered her meal, smiling sweetly and twirling a strand of her raven tresses. The two chatted a bit until the waiter finally left Ayame’s table to place her order. Seiren waited patiently.
Finally opportunity presented itself when she saw Ayame get up and head for the ladies bathroom, walking almost directly toward her. Just as Ayame was about to pass by Seiren’s table, Seiren stood causing Ayame to bump into her none too gently.
“H-hey,” Ayame protested, readjusting her purse on her shoulder a bit angrily. “Watch out, will ya?”
Seiren remain silent and Ayame glared one last time for good measure before she resumed her walk to the restroom.
Quickly placing some money on the table, Seiren made for the exit, casually tucking away the object she had just pickpocketed into her coat pocket.
~*~
About an hour and a half later, Ayame finally reached her apartment with a satisfied stomach. She’d even managed to get her meal for free by flirting with the waiter, which had lightened her mood considerably. ‘At least dressing up for the night wasn’t a total waste,’ she thought, pleased with herself. He gave her his number, but of course she would never call.
“Ugh,” Ayame cursed in agitation, rummaging hopelessly through her satchel for her apartment key. She finally gave up; it just simply wasn’t in there. Sighing and letting her bag fall back down to her side, she stood awkwardly in front of her door wondering what to do. Her cell phone had been broken during her last encounter with a Level E.
She fidgeted a moment before strutting the short distance to Zero’s apartment. Since she stopped for food, he had most likely gotten back before she did. She decided to ask Zero to use his phone. She knocked, but there was no answer. She could vaguely hear the muffled sound of running water from inside his door. Knowing that he was likely in the shower, she reached for the knob anyway and was surprised to find the door was unlocked. She hesitated a moment before entering, imagining Zero’s unkind reaction to finding her in his apartment. But she quickly brushed it aside and invited herself in.
‘Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of him naked,’ Ayame couldn’t help the delighted girlish grin tugging at her lips at the thought.
Upon entering, she began searching for his phone, spotting it on the end table beside the couch. It was an old fashioned telephone; the kind with a spiraled cord. Reaching for the device, she began dialing her father’s number. She didn’t know the direct number for assistance, but her father could send help for her at least. The phone rang twice before his edgy, deep voice answered.
“Hello?” he demanded.
“Hey, daddy” she greeted.
“This better be important, Ayame. I’m busy right now.”
Ayame sighed at his behavior, “I locked myself out of my apartment. I need someone to come unlock it for me. Can you send someone?”
He grumbled in response. “Ayame, I really don’t have time for this. I’ll call for someone after I’m finished here.”
Grateful, Ayame smiled with relief. “Thank you, Daddy. I lo-“Ayame was interrupted by the dial tone, indicating he had already hung up. Ayame sighed heavily and replaced the phone on its holder, then wondered what to do while she waited. She sat down on the couch with a huff and her deep violet eyes drifted to the bathroom door, pleasantly imagining what Zero was doing on the other side.
Inside the bathroom, Zero scrubbed hard at his skin, trying to rid himself of the stench of blood but it didn’t seem to be working. The Level E’s blood was long gone, but he could still smell it. He could still feel it on his face. His skin had been scrubbed raw, and the water was tinted dark pink from his own blood as it ran down the shower drain. His eyes were laced with bloodlust so he scrubbed harder, becoming more frantic. His whole body shook, his hands trembling.
Clumsily turning the shower knob in desperation, Zero adjusted the water and braced himself against the wall of the shower as the temperature severely rose. He flinched and refrained from groaning in discomfort, the harsh temperature of the water scorching his skin red upon contact. He bit his lip and leaned back against the wall of the shower to support his weight. Letting his fangs pierce the delicate flesh of his lip, he could taste his own blood flood his mouth. But it wasn’t enough. It was only enough to ignite his thirst even more.
Zero let his wet, naked body slid down the shower wall into a sitting position. He forced himself to endure the sting of the water. After a moment, it was almost as if his body was numb to the pain. He didn’t even feel it anymore... and he didn’t smell blood anymore. But he was beginning to get light headed. Zero stood up, turning off the water and swaying slightly as he managed to step out of the shower. The steam fogged up the mirror and made it stuffy and more difficult to breathe. He knew he would pass out if he didn’t get out of the cramped, steamy bathroom.
Zero fumbled with the towel that he had laid out and clumsily wrapped it around his waist before opening the bathroom door.
Ayame gasped, seeing Zero emerge from the bathroom shaking, and his body leaning on the wall for support. She rushed to his side to help and attempted to pull his arm over her shoulders, but Zero jerked out of her grasp. He staggered, struggling to stand on his own. He didn’t have time to wonder why or how Ayame was in his apartment, the vision of her becoming distorted. The whole room seemed to tilt before becoming a blur and finally fading to black.
“Zero!” Ayame barely had time to catch Zero’s limp body before he collided with the floor. His towel however, slipped from his waist. She heard something fall to the floor. She glanced down and immediately flushed red from head to toe, realizing that Zero’s towel was now laying at her feet. Ayame blushed deeply, trying to keep herself from sneaking a peek at him and failed. His wet, completely naked body was limp in her arms. She marveled at how flawlessly gorgeous he was. He really had a model’s body. ‘Calm down, Ayame,’ she mentally scolded herself, ‘It’s not like you haven’t seen a naked man before.’
She struggled to adjust him in her arms, wondering how she was going to get him over to his bed, even though it was only a few feet away. Despite being thin, he wasn’t very light… And last time she carried him to bed, he at least helped a little. She wiped the sweat from her brow, breathing heavily from the strain of trying to support his weight. His smooth bare skin felt good against hers as she managed to carry him to his bed.
Struggling, Ayame sighed in relief and exhaustion when she finished laying him down. He was still naked, trying her hardest not to look as she covered Zero’s wet body with a blanket to maintain his decency. She might have been a pervert, but she respected his privacy… Plus, she was afraid of what he might do if he realized that she took advantage of him while he was unconscious.
Glancing down at him, his expression was troubled. He didn’t seem to be resting peacefully in the least. Ayame reached up and brushed his wet bangs from his face, eyeing him tenderly. Suddenly Zero groaned, catching Ayame off guard. She silently hoped that he didn’t wake up when they were in such a misleading position. “Yuki, don't,” he mumbled breathily, stirring slightly.
Ayame froze at hearing him say someone’s name, looking at him in confusion and his nakedness temporarily forgotten. She couldn't quite make out the rest of what he said. She could tell that he was still unconscious, judging by his expression and his eyes remaining shut.
‘Yuki?’ she mentally questioned. He was saying a girl’s name in his sleep, though it wasn’t the first time she'd heard it. That was the name of that pureblood from the ball, as she recalled. Ayame suddenly felt a sickness in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy began to creep up on her. Maybe she was an ex. Or his secret lover… Maybe this Yuki person was the reason he refused to show any interest in her, regardless of how desperately she threw herself at him and tried to show him how much she cared. She huffed helplessly. ‘How can I compete with a Kuran pureblood princess?’ she wondered dryly.
Nonetheless, she continued to caress his dripping hair and tried her best to comfort him. She felt so foolish... ‘What am I doing here?’ Ayame silently wondered, feeling a bit out of place in Zero’s apartment all of a sudden.
Not wanting to be found in Zero’s apartment, especially with him in bed naked, Ayame retrieved her bag and decided to wait in the hall for her apartment to be unlocked. She opened the door, adjusting her bag over her shoulder and carelessly bumping into her father as she was doing so. She bounced off his solid chest and stumbled back a bit.
“Oh,” she started, feeling a bit self-conscious about him seeing her exiting Zero’s apartment. “F-father,” she stuttered, “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to send someone...”
She noticed him peeking over her shoulder, straining to see inside where Zero was resting bare-chested in his bed… And she had just exited his apartment. It looked a little suspicious… Okay, a lot suspicious. She quickly moved to shut the door behind her.
“What were you doing in Kiryu’s apartment?” He asked aggressively, disregarding her question. He looked as though he was in the mood to murder someone.
“Well, I…” She swallowed hard, feeling her chest tighten and her face heat up. Her father was frightening when he was angry. “I just used his phone, father.” She answered innocently, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “And I was just waiting there until assistance came to unlock my apartment.”
He pointed an angry finger in her face, “Are you sleeping with him, Ayame?” he bluntly accused.
“W-wha?” Shocked at the accusation, she resisted the urge to blush... Now was not the time. “N-no!” she defended.
He stooped down in her face, his murderous eyes level with her frightened ones. “You stay away from him, you hear me?” he warned, “He’s nothing but trouble.”
Her head down in submission, Ayame remained quiet and simply nodded.
“Here,” he shoved a spare key to her apartment into her hand. Her father threw one last dirty look toward Zero’s apartment door before leaving.
Ayame almost collapsed in relief. That could have been a lot worse… Wearily, she approached her door and fumbled with the key a moment before she managed to unlock it. She shut and locked the door behind her, set her shoulder bag on the table, and rummaged through her fridge.
‘Men,’ she thought wryly. All the stress was making her work up an appetite again.
The sun was nearly half way up over the horizon. The Kuran dining table was filled with vampires, full from having finished a late meal, due to Kaname’s tardiness. But now that everyone was finished, only awkwardly prolonged small talk filled the air.
Yuki yawned, stretching her arms over her head, savoring how good it felt to extend her muscles. “Ahh,” she moaned in pleasure. “I think I’m gonna head in for the ni-erm… day,” she informed, standing from her seat and excusing herself, picking up her plate to carry to the kitchen. They had maids for cleaning up, but Yuki always felt better cleaning up after herself rather than making someone else wait on her. She washed her dishes and headed for the stairway, Kaname approaching from behind.
“Let me accompany you.” His voice was close to her ear and gave her chills as his arm snaked around her waist as they ascended the stairs.
They finally approached Yuki’s room and they both stopped and turned to one another, Yuki tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear shyly. Kaname pulled her to him and held her tightly to his chest for a few moments.
Slowly pulling away from Kaname, Yuki began to fidget. “I um, I think I’m going to sleep now.”
“Alright,” Kaname kissed her forehead gently. “Sleep well, Yuki,” he said softly, his voice caressing her ear like silk. Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck, her cheeks heating up involuntarily.
“I-I will,” she managed to reply, then still standing there awkwardly for a short moment. She was working up all the courage she possessed, she could feel her heart beating fast at what she was about to do. She reached up on her tip toes, her arms wrapping around his neck and gently urging him lower so that she could place a small peck on his lips, but when she went to pull away, he held her there. Yuki froze, her heart about to explode in her chest it was beating so hard.
When he allowed her to pull away, she felt the solid urge to dash to her bedroom. But she resisted, trying to act more rational about it. She stood quietly, her head bowed. “I… I still don’t have an answer for you Kaname,” she admitted, “I’m sorry.”
He leaned in and pecked her on the forehead. “Take your time. Goodnight, Yuki. Sleep well. We have a big day tomorrow.”
Kaname had disappeared down the hallway and Yuki retreated to her bedroom, changing into her pjs before crawling into bed. Yuki laid there under her blankets, fidgeting with the sparkly piece of jewelry on her finger, deep in thought.
Tomorrow was her birthday. She was relieved that most of the planning and decorating was over with. She couldn’t stop thinking about the ball and what other plans Kaname might have in store for her tomorrow. She felt silly to have ever thought he wouldn’t remember her birthday... Kaname really was the husband type, she supposed. He would spoil her and take care her, she knew. He seemed to really love her. And she really loved him. So then, what was the problem? She couldn’t pinpoint what they were doing wrong… There was something missing. She didn’t understand why the thought of marrying Kaname make her heart ache with dread and anxiety…
With so much on her mind, Yuki doubted her tired mind would be able to drift into slumber.
~*~
Yuki woke, having nearly just dozed off. Groaning, she sat with a yawn.
“Good morning.”
Yuki gasped, not realizing Kaname had been sitting in the chair beside her bed. “K-Kaname.” Recovering from her initial surprise, she managed a sleepy smile. Her long tresses were a tangled mess, she knew. “I didn’t know you were there,” she said a bit nervously.
He silently stood, presenting her with two boxes, wrapped up as gifts. One was large and the other fairly small.
“What’s this?” she blinked wide-eyed, still sitting up in her bed.
“Have you forgotten already?” he asked, a bit teasingly. “It is your birthday today, remember?”
A light blush stained her cheeks. “Are these for me?”
He nodded and she up beamed excitedly before pulling away the wrapping and peeking inside the box. Yuki’s breathe caught in her throat. “Wow,” she breathed in awe. She pulled the contents out of the box. It was a crimson corseted gown with black lace and black ruffles on the skirt; obviously very expensive, with black shoes to match.
“I was hoping you might wear it to your party tonight,” Kaname suggested.
Yuki nodded enthusiastically. She couldn’t wait to try it on.
“Go on, open the other,” he urged.
She obliged, opening the other box. It was a pearl necklace and matching earrings. Once again, she was breathless. She fingered the jewelry gently, as if afraid to damage it. The necklace was a black choker with a dangling teardrop-shaped pearl. “I love it, Kaname. Thank you so much.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
Yuki smiled fondly down at her gifts.
After a moment, there was a knock at the door and Kaname placed a kiss on her forehead. “I shall leave you to get ready. I’ll check on you again later.” Yuki nodded.
Kaname excused himself, Seiren just outside the door waiting for him.
“I have an update for you, Master Kaname.”
He nodded and they both headed down the hall to his private quarters to discuss it further.
~*~
About another hour later, the party was finally starting, as numerous guests pulled up one after another in their most stunning attire. They got out of their limos and expensive vehicles right in front of the door and walked inside as if they were celebrities, while the valet took care of the parking.
Waiters walked around with trays of fancy h’orderves and alcoholic beverages as the guests mingled. The huge ballroom was beginning to become a bit cramped.
Meanwhile, Yuki sat at her vanity, the servant finishing up her hair and makeup for her party. “..one last pin…” she mused, “There. Perfect.” She declared with a smile. Without much energy, Yuki managed a weak smile in return. Kaname knocked and then entered.
The servant was just finishing up, putting on Yuki’s earrings. Kaname silently took the necklace from the servant before she had the chance to put it on Yuki. When she finally understood that she was no longer needed, she bowed before excusing herself to allow them to be alone.
Kaname came up behind Yuki, and she watched him through the vanity mirror as he fastened the pearl choker around her neck. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her skin as he did so.
As he leaned over her shoulder, his eyes lifted to her reflection and they looked at each other through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Are you ready to go?”
She nodded despite herself, managing another tired smile. She stood, and allowed him to lead her down to the ball where the guests were waiting for her.
~*~
The large ballroom was much too crowded for Zero’s comfort. Having so many vampires in one place was incredibly unsettling. Elaborate ball gowns surrounded him, twirling as the vampires danced all around him. He could think of at least a million other places he’d rather be, but he was regrettably standing in the bowels of the Kuran manor by orders of The Association.
Given his history with the purebloods, he didn’t understand why they couldn’t have found someone else to send. Here he was, playing security guard for a party both humans and vampires were attending, to monitor and make sure everyone stayed safe. Considering that he wanted to kill the Kurans, he found it a bit ironic they put him in charge of their safety.
Zero shifted his weight uncomfortably against the doorway that he was leaning on, his arms folded across his chest and a scowl upon his handsome face. So many sounds flooded his ears; the clinking of dishes, high-pitched giggling and the sound of heels against the dance floor. His calculating lilac eyes glanced watchfully over the room, watching the elegant-looking creatures laughing and chatting and dancing as if they weren’t blood-sucking beasts. It made him sick just to watch them, casually mingling with helplessly ignorant humans. Thankfully, he hadn’t come across Yuki yet. There was so many people, the huge room was crowded. Maybe he could get through the night without having to see her.
~*~
From the moment Yuki entered her own party, she was overwhelmed. It was stuffy and crowded. So many people wished her a happy birthday, bowing with respect. It was all so strange to her. She wondered where Kaname had gone. He had been there one minute, his arm locked around hers, and then he was gone the next. She assumed that he must have gotten bombarded with marriage offers, seeing as the possibility of their marriage hadn’t been made public yet, and also other business deals like he usually did at these events.
A light breeze caressed her skin, drawing her attention to the French doors, propped open as an open invitation to the gardens. The first chance she got, Yuki ascended the staircase and snuck away to the balcony to get some air and hopefully a moment alone. She had originally thought no one was out there, but she bumped into a beautiful black-haired woman leaving the terrace as she was entering.
The girl with long raven hair bowed, but a scowl appeared on her face and her violet eyes glared at Yuki. The stranger then pushed past her, nudging Yuki’s shoulder as she rejoined the rest of the guests inside the ballroom. Staring after the strange, rude woman, Yuki noticed the anti-vampire weapons at her sides. She was… a vampire hunter? Yuki watched the girl keep to the edge of the crowd and travel along the wall to stand beside a man.
Yuki’s heart froze.
Zero stood leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. She couldn’t make out much from the distance, but there was no mistaking his silvery hair and she could tell that there was an angry look on his face. He looked like he didn’t want to be there… Yuki saw the woman move to join him, standing beside him. They exchanged words and the girl giggled at something Zero had said. So… the woman was with Zero? Yuki’s chest suddenly felt tight and constricted. She didn’t feel well all of a sudden…
Yuki fled from her party, weaving in and out of guests before dashing out of the ballroom and down the halls. Reaching her bedroom, she sat down on the edge of her bed, urging herself to calm down and forcing back tears. Her cheeks were flushed and her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She clutched it as if trying to dull the ache but to no avail.
She could hardly believe her eyes. She’d just seen Zero for the first time in nearly 3 years... And she had spent that time avoiding thinking about him. It hurt too much. And now, seeing him again for the first time in so long… got her all worked up. And… seeing him with a woman… It was unusual for him. No wonder the girl gave her a dirty look when she walked by… Maybe she and Zero were… lovers. Yuki couldn’t understand why that bothered her so much. But there was a time when Yuki was the only girl in Zero’s life. She used to be the one standing beside him… his partner. She guessed… she’d been replaced. And Zero hated her now… How had things gone so wrong between them? It was troubling that things had to be as they were between Zero and herself. All she ever wanted… was to help him.
Yuki ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had to reach him before it was too late; she had to stop him from leaving…
She caught up with him just as he was about to reach the main gates of Cross Academy. His name left her lips as her body collided into his full force, causing him to drop his bag with a heavy thud. She hadn't even tried to slow down and her arms instantly clung to him. She stood, hugging him tightly from behind, clutching onto him desperately, afraid that if she dared to let go, he’d be gone forever.
“Look, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured him. Her hand tightened its hold on him as she continued, “For the past four years, I've stayed by your side. And I had no idea what you were going through. I’m not afraid of you. No matter what, I’m still going to stay by your side.”
When the memory faded, a disturbing thought occurred to her. She hadn’t stayed by his side. She had forgotten all about that promise, and that Zero’s fate was so dependent on her. She had readily broken her promise to him in order to go with Kaname. Without occasionally drinking her blood, he would fall faster into a Level E. Yuki’s heart tightened at that. She had promised that she would never let that happen… that she wouldn't let him fall to Level E no matter what, even if he hated her for it, even if Kaname hated her for it… yet, she had so readily forgotten all about her promises and left with Kaname, leaving Zero to his fate, alone and abandoned. That was the whole reason she had allowed him to drink her blood in the first place… to save him, prolong his life. Committing such a forbidden act… lying to keep such a grave secret… all of the hiding and sneaking around… All of it turned out to be for nothing, after she left…
Her mind wondered to the last time she and Zero had spoke.
“If you are truly a vampire that I should hate… Then drink my blood." Those words evoked a tinge of sadness every time Yuki recalled them. She was a pureblood now, but did that have to mean he should hate her? Using her fangs for the first time… was a very different experience for her, especially using them on Zero instead it being the other way around. Yuki’s fingertips gently touched her lips as she remembered sinking her fangs into him and tasting his blood for the first time, his voice still ringing in her ears. She couldn't help but yearn to taste his blood again. Her mouth watered and her throat suddenly felt dry. She blushed at such a thought and quickly shoved it away; she shouldn't be thinking such things. But could she really be blamed? That was the last time she had gotten to taste real blood… It was unbelievably difficult to settle for the dull, bland taste of blood tablets when compared to real blood. It was like drinking soda with a very strong ‘diet’ taste… It took some getting used to.
So much time had passed and she hadn't seen or heard from him even once, but everyone seemed to talk about him. Zero was making quite a reputation for himself. She had heard that he even had the opportunity to become head of the Hunter’s Association, but he refused. If she knew Zero, he had no interest in such a bothersome responsibility. He was still a slacker, as always. A small smile reached Yuki’s face at the thought. Regardless, she was proud of him for coming such a long way, and for becoming so successful. But it also made her dread the day he would come for her…
A small tear escaped her eye. Surprised, Yuki wiped it away and sighed heavily. Even if she missed Zero or briefly wondered from time to time where he was, what he was doing, or if he was doing okay… it didn't matter; He hated her now. That’s why she couldn't have stayed behind the day that she had made the choice to leave Cross Academy. There wasn’t much left for her there. She definitely couldn't turn back now, even if she wanted to. Besides, being with Kaname had always been her destiny. Yuki knew where she belonged. Maybe she should accept his proposal and be done with it…
Yuki gasped, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. “Kaname,” she acknowledged him affectionately, laying her hand on his and turning to face him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked softly.
Yuki hesitated, “N-no.” Yuki’s found herself concentrating too hard on the floor trying to fight back the tears forming in her eyes. It was no use. He always knew when something was wrong. She was terrible at hiding it.
“What’s wrong, Yuki? You can tell me anything,” Kaname leaned in, and placed a feathery kiss on her cheek.
Yuki lifted her head and sniffed again, wiping her nose with the end of her sleeve. “I… I just…” She struggled to explain herself, “I miss how things used to be. I think… I miss father... and my other home.” She finally finished, “I’ve just been feeling a little emotional lately, I’m sorry.” She sniffed a little and wiped another tear.
Kaname sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap and a comforting embrace, pushing her to lay her head on his shoulder. “It’s alright,” he soothed. “Perhaps we are due for a visit,” he suggested.
Yuki lifted her head to look up at him, and Kaname smiled at her fondly. He caressed her face lovingly and she looked away, avoiding his heated gaze, a bit embarrassed. After everything, she still blushed like a school girl when it came to ‘adult’ things. She frowned a bit at that thought.
“Of course, you miss your adoptive father. Perhaps you wish to speak with him about my recent proposal,” he continued, “I don’t like to see you so upset. Some time away, a change in surroundings, may lift your spirits. I’ll allow you to go alone, if that is what you wish.”
Yuki nodded.
“Then it is decided,” Kaname gently set her aside and stood. “I shall make the appropriate arrangements tomorrow.”
Yuki’s expression brightened with gratitude, “Thank you so much, Kaname.” He was so good to her.
Kaname managed a small smile in return.
~*~
The ball was finally over, much to Zero relief. Everyone was leaving, and The Association provided him and Ayame with a ride home but he refused, saying he preferred to walk… Ayame wanted to walk with him, but he told her he wanted to be alone so she rode back in the car. Here he was freezing his ass off, mostly because he was stubborn and didn’t really want to be stuck in a vehicle with Ayame for the whole ride home.
The soft, flickering glow of street lamps dimly illuminated the blacktop. It was a still, calm night. Zero tucked his hands in his coat pocket and huddled deeper into his jacket for warmth, his breath left his lips in airy wisps of white.
As Zero wondered down the sidewalk back home, a shrill, blood curdling scream broke the peaceful silence. Mildly startled, Zero stopped, unsure of where the scream had originated. Scanning his surroundings, a distressed girl emerged from the darkness of the park across the street, a Level E vampire following in suite. She fled into the road, stumbling before crashing into the pavement, scraping both of her knees and the palms of her hands.
Zero hesitated to approach, as the scent of the girl’s blood filled the air. His eyes began to seep red.
The young girl screamed again, scrambling to get back up. “Help! Please!”
As if waking from a trance at the girl’s cries, Zero pulled Bloody Rose and rushed to help her, but he didn’t have a clear shot. The Level E had caught up with the girl, attacking her from behind before Zero could reach her. She struggled, screaming and crying hysterically. Cursing under his breath, Zero pulled the Level E off of the girl, throwing it to the ground.
The girl stood on the sidelines and watched her savor as he rendered her attacker motionless. A few moments later, Zero stopped and turned to see her still standing there watching. The tears on her face glimmered in the poor lighting.
“Run,” he told her forcefully, but the girl didn’t move. A frustrated growl rose from Zero’s chest and his eyes flashed crimson, startling the girl. She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized her “savior” was a monster as well. She backed away slowly before finally turning to flee.
As soon as the girl was gone, Zero turned back to the decrepit Level E, a scowl on his face and eyes glowing menacingly. He lifted Bloody Rose level to its eyes.
The Level E hung its head as in resigned defeat, accepting that his inevitable death was near. Strangely, its saddened expression looked almost like one of disappointment, and Zero hesitated as it spoke. “I was so close…” it murmured, “to becoming human again.”
Zero stopped, but didn’t lower his weapon. Something tightened in his chest, but he pushed it aside. “What did you say?”
“I just… wanted to be human again,” it repeated. “I was searching for the cure, the pureblood-” the fallen vampire winced in pain and choked, cutting itself off. Blood seeped from its mouth as he continued, “the pureblood with the power to turn vampires back into humans.”
Zero remained silent for a moment as if processing what the other vampire had said.
Taking advantage of Zero’s silence, it began to plead, “You have to believe me; I never wanted to hurt anyone. I’ve traveled so far in search of the cure. I was so tired and hungry... I told her to leave me alone, but she wouldn’t listen.” A strange, obsessive glimmer entered the beast’s eyes and voice as he continued, “And… her blood was so…”
The click of Zero’s gun’s safety interrupted the Level E’s musings and its eyes widened in fear.
Zero’s brow furrowed, his face full of apprehension as he contemplated whether to pull the trigger or question the creature further. A pureblood with the ability to revert Level D or Level E vampires back into humans… Could that be possible? After all, Yuki was a pureblood vampire that was turned into a human, so… Maybe it wasn’t a completely crazy notion. That would also explain the increase in Level Es in the area. Were they all after the cure? Zero finally spoke, his voice shook slightly, “Tell me about this pureblood. Where is he?”
The Level E laughed almost hysterically at his inquiry.
Annoyed, Zero brought himself to the ground, face to face with the Level E, successfully silencing it. He stared it in the eye as he held Bloody Rose to the vampire’s temple and lowered his voice into something between a threatening growl and a hushed whisper. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where can I find him?”
The crazed vampire huffed mockingly. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have still been searching, you dimwit,” the vampire indignantly sputtered.
A dangerous growl rose in Zero’s throat again and he pressed his pistol painfully into the Level E’s skull. “You better start doing better than that.”
The wounded vampire groaned at the merciless assault on its temple and tightened its blood-covered teeth in pain. “Alright, alright!” the vampire pleaded and Zero let up the pressure slightly. “I heard that the pureblood lives in the forests south of here. But all who enter the forest, never return. There’s supposed to be a mansion hidden on the outskirts of the woods, just before you reach the water’s edge. It’s heavily guarded and extremely difficult to find, unless you know where to look.” Its face saddened, “I was so close, you know… just for it all to end here. It was all for nothing.”
Zero felt disgust welled up inside him as he stood, towering over the other vampire’s submissive form, his gun lowered at his side. “You would have murdered that girl who was only trying to help you. What makes you think you still deserve the right to live?” Zero spat bitterly.
The Level E’s expression didn’t change. “You’re right, I don’t deserve to live.”
Accepting his surrender, Zero raised the Bloody Rose and aimed down at the Level E as he had before, his finger on the trigger and ready to deal the final blow.
“You really think you can be saved?” The Level E started darkly, his eyes glimmering crimson. A small smile upturned the corner of his mouth revealing lengthened fangs, “I know why you’re so interested in the cure; you think it can save you. But a cure for vampirism is a lost cause. You’re a fool, just like I was… for thinking otherwise. Face it… You’re going to end up just like me!” Without further warning, the beast sprung up from the ground at Zero and three gunshots echoed into the night.
~*~
On the way back to her apartment, Ayame sulked in the back seat of The Association’s vehicle. She slouched in the seat with a groan and removed her uncomfortably tall heels. Once the offending shoes were gone, she briefly rubbed her incredibly sore feet before undoing the fancy updo from her hair. She had thought spending time at a ball with Zero would have been a little more fun, but he had been in a particularly foul mood, it seemed. He hadn’t even wanted to ride home with her. She had spent so much time getting ready, making sure her hair and makeup and even her dress was flawless… and she was fairly certain Zero didn’t even notice.
Interrupting her train of thought, her stomach growled incredibly loud. She mentally groaned at how hungry she was. She hadn’t dared eat any of the disgusting vampire food from the party. Her eyes lit up at she turned to the window and noticed the 24 hour café that she had been dying to try.
“Hey, stop at that café!” Ayame demanded to the driver with excitement. They pulled into the lot of the restaurant and parked. The vehicle barely had time to come to a complete stop before she had nearly burst out of the car. She paused after getting out, leaning down to look into the driver’s window which had been rolled down. Her breasts were in clear view as she leaned in, very nearly about to pop out of her dress. “You can wait out here for me, right?” she asked, sweetly. Though it was a question, it might as well have been a command. His eyes were still locked on her cleavage. Not waiting for an answer, she winked at him and cheerfully strolled inside. The older man grumbled in displeasure before lighting a cigarette while he waited.
Seiren casually entered the café shortly after Ayame and sat down in the corner booth beside the restrooms. It was the ideal spot to keep an eye on her target, but subtle enough not to be noticed. She sat quietly eyeing Ayame from across the nearly empty café, an untouched cup of tea in front of her. She discreetly watched from a distance as Ayame flirted with the waiter as she ordered her meal, smiling sweetly and twirling a strand of her raven tresses. The two chatted a bit until the waiter finally left Ayame’s table to place her order. Seiren waited patiently.
Finally opportunity presented itself when she saw Ayame get up and head for the ladies bathroom, walking almost directly toward her. Just as Ayame was about to pass by Seiren’s table, Seiren stood causing Ayame to bump into her none too gently.
“H-hey,” Ayame protested, readjusting her purse on her shoulder a bit angrily. “Watch out, will ya?”
Seiren remain silent and Ayame glared one last time for good measure before she resumed her walk to the restroom.
Quickly placing some money on the table, Seiren made for the exit, casually tucking away the object she had just pickpocketed into her coat pocket.
~*~
About an hour and a half later, Ayame finally reached her apartment with a satisfied stomach. She’d even managed to get her meal for free by flirting with the waiter, which had lightened her mood considerably. ‘At least dressing up for the night wasn’t a total waste,’ she thought, pleased with herself. He gave her his number, but of course she would never call.
“Ugh,” Ayame cursed in agitation, rummaging hopelessly through her satchel for her apartment key. She finally gave up; it just simply wasn’t in there. Sighing and letting her bag fall back down to her side, she stood awkwardly in front of her door wondering what to do. Her cell phone had been broken during her last encounter with a Level E.
She fidgeted a moment before strutting the short distance to Zero’s apartment. Since she stopped for food, he had most likely gotten back before she did. She decided to ask Zero to use his phone. She knocked, but there was no answer. She could vaguely hear the muffled sound of running water from inside his door. Knowing that he was likely in the shower, she reached for the knob anyway and was surprised to find the door was unlocked. She hesitated a moment before entering, imagining Zero’s unkind reaction to finding her in his apartment. But she quickly brushed it aside and invited herself in.
‘Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of him naked,’ Ayame couldn’t help the delighted girlish grin tugging at her lips at the thought.
Upon entering, she began searching for his phone, spotting it on the end table beside the couch. It was an old fashioned telephone; the kind with a spiraled cord. Reaching for the device, she began dialing her father’s number. She didn’t know the direct number for assistance, but her father could send help for her at least. The phone rang twice before his edgy, deep voice answered.
“Hello?” he demanded.
“Hey, daddy” she greeted.
“This better be important, Ayame. I’m busy right now.”
Ayame sighed at his behavior, “I locked myself out of my apartment. I need someone to come unlock it for me. Can you send someone?”
He grumbled in response. “Ayame, I really don’t have time for this. I’ll call for someone after I’m finished here.”
Grateful, Ayame smiled with relief. “Thank you, Daddy. I lo-“Ayame was interrupted by the dial tone, indicating he had already hung up. Ayame sighed heavily and replaced the phone on its holder, then wondered what to do while she waited. She sat down on the couch with a huff and her deep violet eyes drifted to the bathroom door, pleasantly imagining what Zero was doing on the other side.
Inside the bathroom, Zero scrubbed hard at his skin, trying to rid himself of the stench of blood but it didn’t seem to be working. The Level E’s blood was long gone, but he could still smell it. He could still feel it on his face. His skin had been scrubbed raw, and the water was tinted dark pink from his own blood as it ran down the shower drain. His eyes were laced with bloodlust so he scrubbed harder, becoming more frantic. His whole body shook, his hands trembling.
Clumsily turning the shower knob in desperation, Zero adjusted the water and braced himself against the wall of the shower as the temperature severely rose. He flinched and refrained from groaning in discomfort, the harsh temperature of the water scorching his skin red upon contact. He bit his lip and leaned back against the wall of the shower to support his weight. Letting his fangs pierce the delicate flesh of his lip, he could taste his own blood flood his mouth. But it wasn’t enough. It was only enough to ignite his thirst even more.
Zero let his wet, naked body slid down the shower wall into a sitting position. He forced himself to endure the sting of the water. After a moment, it was almost as if his body was numb to the pain. He didn’t even feel it anymore... and he didn’t smell blood anymore. But he was beginning to get light headed. Zero stood up, turning off the water and swaying slightly as he managed to step out of the shower. The steam fogged up the mirror and made it stuffy and more difficult to breathe. He knew he would pass out if he didn’t get out of the cramped, steamy bathroom.
Zero fumbled with the towel that he had laid out and clumsily wrapped it around his waist before opening the bathroom door.
Ayame gasped, seeing Zero emerge from the bathroom shaking, and his body leaning on the wall for support. She rushed to his side to help and attempted to pull his arm over her shoulders, but Zero jerked out of her grasp. He staggered, struggling to stand on his own. He didn’t have time to wonder why or how Ayame was in his apartment, the vision of her becoming distorted. The whole room seemed to tilt before becoming a blur and finally fading to black.
“Zero!” Ayame barely had time to catch Zero’s limp body before he collided with the floor. His towel however, slipped from his waist. She heard something fall to the floor. She glanced down and immediately flushed red from head to toe, realizing that Zero’s towel was now laying at her feet. Ayame blushed deeply, trying to keep herself from sneaking a peek at him and failed. His wet, completely naked body was limp in her arms. She marveled at how flawlessly gorgeous he was. He really had a model’s body. ‘Calm down, Ayame,’ she mentally scolded herself, ‘It’s not like you haven’t seen a naked man before.’
She struggled to adjust him in her arms, wondering how she was going to get him over to his bed, even though it was only a few feet away. Despite being thin, he wasn’t very light… And last time she carried him to bed, he at least helped a little. She wiped the sweat from her brow, breathing heavily from the strain of trying to support his weight. His smooth bare skin felt good against hers as she managed to carry him to his bed.
Struggling, Ayame sighed in relief and exhaustion when she finished laying him down. He was still naked, trying her hardest not to look as she covered Zero’s wet body with a blanket to maintain his decency. She might have been a pervert, but she respected his privacy… Plus, she was afraid of what he might do if he realized that she took advantage of him while he was unconscious.
Glancing down at him, his expression was troubled. He didn’t seem to be resting peacefully in the least. Ayame reached up and brushed his wet bangs from his face, eyeing him tenderly. Suddenly Zero groaned, catching Ayame off guard. She silently hoped that he didn’t wake up when they were in such a misleading position. “Yuki, don't,” he mumbled breathily, stirring slightly.
Ayame froze at hearing him say someone’s name, looking at him in confusion and his nakedness temporarily forgotten. She couldn't quite make out the rest of what he said. She could tell that he was still unconscious, judging by his expression and his eyes remaining shut.
‘Yuki?’ she mentally questioned. He was saying a girl’s name in his sleep, though it wasn’t the first time she'd heard it. That was the name of that pureblood from the ball, as she recalled. Ayame suddenly felt a sickness in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy began to creep up on her. Maybe she was an ex. Or his secret lover… Maybe this Yuki person was the reason he refused to show any interest in her, regardless of how desperately she threw herself at him and tried to show him how much she cared. She huffed helplessly. ‘How can I compete with a Kuran pureblood princess?’ she wondered dryly.
Nonetheless, she continued to caress his dripping hair and tried her best to comfort him. She felt so foolish... ‘What am I doing here?’ Ayame silently wondered, feeling a bit out of place in Zero’s apartment all of a sudden.
Not wanting to be found in Zero’s apartment, especially with him in bed naked, Ayame retrieved her bag and decided to wait in the hall for her apartment to be unlocked. She opened the door, adjusting her bag over her shoulder and carelessly bumping into her father as she was doing so. She bounced off his solid chest and stumbled back a bit.
“Oh,” she started, feeling a bit self-conscious about him seeing her exiting Zero’s apartment. “F-father,” she stuttered, “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to send someone...”
She noticed him peeking over her shoulder, straining to see inside where Zero was resting bare-chested in his bed… And she had just exited his apartment. It looked a little suspicious… Okay, a lot suspicious. She quickly moved to shut the door behind her.
“What were you doing in Kiryu’s apartment?” He asked aggressively, disregarding her question. He looked as though he was in the mood to murder someone.
“Well, I…” She swallowed hard, feeling her chest tighten and her face heat up. Her father was frightening when he was angry. “I just used his phone, father.” She answered innocently, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “And I was just waiting there until assistance came to unlock my apartment.”
He pointed an angry finger in her face, “Are you sleeping with him, Ayame?” he bluntly accused.
“W-wha?” Shocked at the accusation, she resisted the urge to blush... Now was not the time. “N-no!” she defended.
He stooped down in her face, his murderous eyes level with her frightened ones. “You stay away from him, you hear me?” he warned, “He’s nothing but trouble.”
Her head down in submission, Ayame remained quiet and simply nodded.
“Here,” he shoved a spare key to her apartment into her hand. Her father threw one last dirty look toward Zero’s apartment door before leaving.
Ayame almost collapsed in relief. That could have been a lot worse… Wearily, she approached her door and fumbled with the key a moment before she managed to unlock it. She shut and locked the door behind her, set her shoulder bag on the table, and rummaged through her fridge.
‘Men,’ she thought wryly. All the stress was making her work up an appetite again.
A/N: Just some random musings... I really want this fic to seem realistic and I'm trying really hard to keep the characters in character. Despite this, there's going to have to be some gradual character changing in order for Yuki to begin to like Zero more than Kaname and for Zero to not hate her anymore, etc. |
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