Title: Bite Me
"They only exist in our minds."
Prologue
When Wakaba Sayori was just a little girl, she was taught that everything could be learnt in books; books with facts and evidence to prove it- none of that fictional crap. It was fact to her that every morning the sun would rise, that the world would never stop spinning and that nothing outside the realm of facts existed. She had no choice but to live by this- to believe this, have it remained etched in her mind for a number of years- she was proven wrong not long after that.
Yori was a girl with a number of attributes. She was undoubtedly the smartest girl at school, she only spoke when necessary, and she was very observant of the people around her and could read them somewhat easily- above all else, she believed that actions spoke louder than words. She lived full-time in the girl's dorms, sharing a room with Yuuki, her best friend. This state of happiness and bliss remained for a good five months. When the expiration date came, Yuuki disappeared off the face of the Earth, no goodbyes, no farewells it was just another day, where the sun rose, and the world kept spinning, but Yuuki just wasn't there. Yori didn't ask questions, she accepted this fact, slowly dying inside, drowning in her own pain. All she was left with was an empty room, and a broken Zero.
The First Bite
The first time it happened was a mistake. Utterly.
Her eyes stared blankly at the reflection; carefully flicking the velvet string of bow around her neck, delicately allowing it to hang under her uniform collar. She quickly placed her arms through the jet-black blazer, making sure it was straight without a crease in sight. Her petite fragile fingers laced through the loose strands of hair that fell in front of her eyes, moving them to a more decent and adequate area. She poked at the small developing bags forming under her strained chocolate dyed eyes. She took a measured step back and glanced one last time in the mirror, making sure she was absolutely presentable before escaping the once joy-filled room.
The hall was wearily empty at the hour of seven in the morning; much too early for the other students to be up. Yori, being the peculiar being she was enjoyed waking up to the fresh morning dew. It turned into a routine that every morning she would visit the out-of-bounds lake area. The luminescent purples and orange would waken and reflect off the water, creating an alternative to heaven. She would always sit on an abnormally large rock that faced the lake, allowing the rays of sun to dance on the tips of her skin. Her eyes examined the environment surrounding her, taking in all of nature's beauty and peace.
"You up early today," She spoke to the approaching shadow, her voice sounding fresh and sweet,
"Couldn't sleep," The voice was low and painfully sharp
"Today's your day to bring breakfast,"
"Yeah, yeah I know," He cut her off as he poked her shoulder with a loaf of bread. She smiled a thank you before capturing her morning prey with her mouth, her teeth devouring the loaf in small and quick bites.
The sea-stone silence lingered in the atmosphere as the two sat in each other's presence. Both fixated on the soft curves of the water, listening to the whispers of splashes as it collided with the grass. The autumn leaves fluttered with the light streams of wind, falling around the two.
She looked up at him, feeling the awkwardness dripping form his very veins.
"Have you eaten yet?" Her voice calm and drowned in concern
His eyes slowly glanced at her unreadable expression, giving her one of his signature glares. He hated it when she read him like a children's book- even if she was one of the few people who were allowed to keep their memories, it annoyed him to no end. The corner of his lips twitched as he contemplated whether to answer the question, because it had been almost a good three months since his last proper meal. Eventually he landed on a simple shrug as a response, indicating a 'no'.
She nodded and stood up; her eyes still remained glued to the grey-haired vampire.
"Here, eat this." She smiled and handed over the half eaten loaf, "I'm going to class now,"
He took a modest bite and watched as she disappeared behind the crowds of trees. The bread tasted bland and metallic against his tongue, however- it was eatable. But it just wasn't his cup of tea.
Class passed with ease, simplistic routines. It was like an equation to her, and equation with the formula already given. All that was required of her was to look up, write down notes, look up again and then answer the questions. She would always unconsciously sneak a peak at the almost always-empty seat that belonged to him; only for a second though. She tried to analyse the 'situation' many times, but could never come up with a solid answer. It was confusing to her, the things he was going through. It was like a reading a book in another language, only this book was Zero. She couldn't read him, he was like a blank text. She wasn't sure why she wanted to read him, but she felt like it was her responsibility help ease his pain.
'Yuuki.' She silently thought. Her best friend abandoned her, never had she felt so betrayed before. She felt her fingers grip her pen with an unknown anger welling up within her veins. She was a vampire; that was a fact, inhumane bloodsuckers, lusting over contact and crimson beads. This fact still however, she could not accept.
The bell chimed and snapped Yori back to civilisation. She swiftly stood up and stacked her books up into a perfect pile before hugging them to her chest and striding through the door. She needed air.
She knew all of his hiding spots. Well, technically, they weren't hiding spots, but it was all the same. Depending on his moods, and the weather, he would go to certain places around the campus; it was rare that he would leave for the nearby town without reason. Yori quickly glanced up at the sky, examining the weather, trying to get an idea on where to find him. It was a sky drowned in luminescent purples and blues, with a sun playing hide and seek, more of the hiding though. There was a light breeze that lingered in the air, strong enough to just lift a leaf and cool enough to wear a jacket. It was the season of the beloved autumn. She could taste and smell it in the atmosphere, the aromas of wilting daisies, and changing colours. She finally realized where he was.
Step after step, she walked down the leaf covered paving, leading to a grassy area where the ground met the edge of the fluorescent lake. The sun was well set, with a now dominating moon at its peak. She stepped from the higher ground and walked down the slope to where a large rock sat facing the lake.
"Yagari-sensei is getting annoyed with you," Her voice was soft,
"Mmm,"
It was silent for a few more minutes. One lying relaxed on the boulder; and the other remained standing; enchanted.
"Why did you come here?"
"Because I enjoy this place," She spoke while looking at him,
He snuck a glance at her before looking away almost immediately.
"Are you still sick?"
"What do you mean," He began glaring, knowing well where this was going,
"Don't pretend you don't know what I mean,-" Pause, "I am one of the people who still remember what happened, and what you are,"
The words stung, like salt on an open wound.
"If you know what's good for you, then you shouldn't seek me out anymore, Yori. Things have changed,"
"I know-" Another pause, "I just want to help,"
He glared up at her, "You shouldn't say that,"
She stared into his eyes, noticing a sudden glint of red spark at the pupil, causing her heart to pause.
She blinked and shook her head, "You shouldn't force yourself to go through with this, Yuuki wouldn't want to see you like this,"
"Don't you dare say her name around me!" His orbs instantly sparked into a rage of crimson at the sound of her name. His hands balled into fists as he began playing distant and painful memories of her, the friendship, the betrayal- the blood. His throat turned dry and began growling like an animal.
Yori felt her heart flutter and miss rows of beats at a time. Her veins froze as the atmosphere surrounding them suddenly tensed and began drowning to a primitive state. She stared at him trying to read his current condition, however, he was unreadable, just a plain blank book.
She looked down to her feet and let out a much needed breathe. Her delicate fingers slowly made their way towards her perfect string of bow, cautiously undoing it. She had yet to fully understand what she was about to give up, but there was no other way out, Zero was already in a trance of no understanding.
He stared at her as she began 'seasoning' herself, his mouth salivated and growling at the look of her bare and porcelain neck. In a swift and quick movement, he was hovering over her fragile and helpless body, his eyes skimming over the flesh being presented before him. His hands snaked around her neck, flesh touching flesh- the sensation burned. He began breathing in large bulks of air, basking in the sweet aroma of innocent and untainted blood- listening to her erratic heart beat race to no end. His lips lightly touched her neck, the scent so strong he could basically taste it.
"Are you sure?" He said as he slowly moved away from her neck, shifting back so his eyes met with hers. His voice drowned in complete sincerity and concern- however, his eyes continued to drip in crimson.
She stared into the pool of red for one last time before they eventually closed shut.
His eyes widened for a second at the calm and ease she housed, watching her unfazed expression as he began to tilt her head back with his hand. He let out a soft breath as he unsheathed his thirsting fangs. His vermillion drowned eyes remained staring at her nervous expression as he moved in and allowed his primitive alter-ego take over.
Hi there, I've been working on this idea for a few months, and finally finished editing and finalizing. Yes this is a chaptered fiction, and I can't promise you I won't have huge intervals to updates, but I feel pretty confident about this project. I hope you guys enjoy this.
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