Rays of Midnight

Life-Line

Long pitch black hair swept in a tight little bun. Fair youthful skin dimmed to a pale lifeless white. She had a miraculous body, stunning features, and was currently perched over with her plump lips wrapped around a small of a little girls neck.

Twitching, jumping involuntarily.

The little girl tried her best to stay perfectly still, but it was always a challenge. She could feel the tip of the womans tongue coaxing more blood out, harsh sucking irritated her skin even worse. She closed her clear green eyes and began to think about a place in her head that she could run off to. Her body began to slack but she was jerked back into reality from the womans harsh tug.

Was it something about her agony that made her taste better? Did people taste differently? Children, older people, virgins... yes there was probably a reason why vampires preferred children.

All at once Sakura was hurled across the room and like a little rag doll hit the wall, and fell in a heap on the floor. "Leave me, I'm tired." Yelan-li said slightly breathless, it must of taken everything she had not to drain the child.

Sakura forced her limbs to move even though she could barely feel them. The numb hurt of her blood trying to run all the way through her body surprised her. Once she was up she wobbled out of the room and shut the door. She was too tired to cry.

"Sakura-chan?" A voice sounded through one of the corridors. Sakura recognized the silent whisper of the voice that she could only hear, turning to it. A orange tawny cat padded out toward her from the shadows, its fur clearly dusty and dirty, malnourished from lack of food. He had a little bell on his neck.

"Are you all right Sakura-chan?" The cat did not speak from it's mouth, only looked at her and mowed every so often when Sakura ignored it, so it was no wonder that the village folk though she was insane when she replied to it.

"Kero..." Sakura finally breathed.

She could feel it coming, even though he body had no more energy, fatigue and tired she rolled over to the stone part on the wall, and pressed her forehead on the cool stone. "No..." She said, he nose starting to pinch with that all too familiar feeling. Her gut wretched so deep and hard that she let out a soft cry. "I'm not all right Kero-chan."

She could feel the cat rubbing against her legs, purring. "Sakura-chan." Kero mewed, sitting. Sakura then turned and walked straight down the hall, her form becoming only a silhouette and then completely fading in the darkness. Her foot steps were faint and secure, sometimes stumbling from the lack of energy she had, and finally halted and reached for a rusty old door.

It creaked loudly when she pushed it open, and rug was a faded burgundy and her bed was old and dusty. She then proceeded to shuffle through the books that she had taken from the room on the highest floor. They were journals. Old and outdated, but the stories that this one young man wrote in them always fascinated her.

Sometimes he wrote about his day, or his random meeting with strangers that he came across in his travels, but it was mostly his thoughts scribbled on paper, nothing more. Recently in his 16nth year she noticed that he had developed a love interest. He didn't write of her yet but his words had changed, become more alive in a way. She felt silly for having the slightest bit of jealousy.

She'd probably never meet this man, since the journals were almost a hundred years old. She was always careful with turning the pages.

After hours of reading the journal she was thrilled to see that there was two more books full of information for her. He had been everywhere, always talked of the sunlight so his human life was very fulfilled.

When he finally mentioned the girl he only spoke of how much he loved her and how glad he was that she had accepted his proposal.

And even though Sakura felt a small tinge in the pit of her stomach she kept on reading. Laying down and continuing as she read she could feel her body sinking more and more into rem sleep. But right before she did she read something that was very interesting, but at the same time made her very sad.

The woman he had fallen in love with had gotten very sick, so they both came up with a plan to be turned into vampires, so they could life forever, unfortunately when the time came for her to be turned she was far too sick for the job to be done.

In the story she was the last to be turned, but died in the process.

Sakura let out a sigh, "Everything dies, even I will eventually." She said, then let the book fall shut and rolled over. The candle on her night stand which always seemed to be lit flickered from the draft coming in. Kero, snuggled closer to her, and purred for encouragement.

"I'll die with you, Sakura-chan."

Her eyes watered, she reached over and pet his round furry face.

"Promise?"

To Be Continued...