Unlikely Bond

This is the story of a vampire hunter who has an unlikely relationship with a vampire. Set in the Vampire Knight world.


3. The Party


            I felt a sense of déjà vu as I walked to meet him at the corner. When I got there I could tell he was nervous. I just wanted to hold his hand and tell him everything was okay, but as we walked to the park, again he followed from a distance. The closest we’ve been were when he handed me my weapon, and when I accidently bumped into him, neither were good circumstances.

            I thought about what I’d tell my friends. If I said he was my cousin, we could never be anything more than friends in the public eye. What was I thinking? I couldn’t even say it in my head, how I felt towards this boy. Still, I decided to be safe and say he was my old friend.

            “Okay,” I said, “you’re my old childhood friend who moved away and is now visiting.” He looked at me, confused. “That’s what I’ll tell people if they ask.” I explained. He nodded in agreement.

            When we got to the park, everyone was staring at us. I just smiled and kept walking, and Katsumi tried not to look at anyone. My friend Haruka walked up to greet us.

            “Hi, Ayane.” She said to me, but she was looking at Katsumi, still a few feet behind me.  “Who’s that?”

            “That’s Katsumi, an old friend.” I answered. He did his best to acknowledge her by lifting his head and smiling a bit, though his smile was pretty fake.

            “A friend?” she asked, like she was making sure he wasn’t taken. I couldn’t blame her, but I still didn’t like it. She smiled at him, “Hi, I’m Haruka.”

            “So,” I interrupted before she could do anything, “where’s Eri?” she gave me a look like she knew what I was doing and sighed.

            “She should be here any minute.” She said. Just then, a car pulled up with Eri in the passenger’s seat, blindfolded. She was led out, someone took off the blindfold, and we all yelled ‘surprise!’

            Most of the party was underneath the small shelter where Katsumi and I sat at opposite sides of an empty table. I tried not to act detached from my friends but I didn’t want to leave Katsumi alone, where Haruka or some other brave girl could ambush him. We ate pizza and cake and played games and gossiped. Everyone seemed to have fun, and even though I had a lot on my mind, I tried not to show it. After Eri opened presents, people started to leave. I didn’t want to be the first to go, so when about half the people were gone, I said my goodbyes and we left.

            “I’m sorry you had to do that.” I said on the way home.

            “Its okay,” he said, “it almost made me feel human again, after those few days alone.” I was happy to hear him say that. It seemed like he was trying to stand closer to me as we walked on the sidewalk, though I knew he had to be thirsty. I tried to think that was a good thing.

            I was so deep in thought that when we got back home, I walked right up to the front door with him. I wasn’t thinking that my family could see him. I looked around and I swore I saw the curtain move. I hoped I was imaging it, but after I told Katsumi to meet me in my room and went inside, I saw Hayate sitting in the chair right next to the window. I began to worry. But if he knew, like I started to think he did, why wouldn’t he do something about it? Was he planning to use this against me somehow? No, he’s not that kind of person. He’s always caring about me and protecting me, which makes it even more confusing. I tried to push it out of my mind; I already had enough to think about. I tried to sneak past him to avoid talking, but it didn’t work.

            “Hey, did you have fun?” he asked.

            “Yeah, it was great.” I answered.

            “It ended kind of late.” I looked at the clock, it was already eight o’clock.

            “You’re right, that’s why I’m going to bed.” I quickly headed up the stairs.

            “Well, goodnight.”

            “Goodnight.” And as I walked up the stairs, I could swear I heard ‘be safe’. I walked up to my room and shut the door. Katsumi was standing in the corner, flicking open and closed a pocket knife as he looked out the window.

            “Does he know?” he asked, still staring at the dimming sky.

            “I’m not sure.” I answered, though I was pretty sure he did. He looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

            “I shouldn’t be here.” He said

            “And where should you be?” I walked over and closed the window, then sat on my bed. “Where’d you get the knife?” he nodded towards my closet, where I had a whole arsenal of weapons. “Well, you can’t kill someone with bow-staff.” I explained.

            “I want you to hold on to this tonight.” He closed the knife and tossed it to me.

            “Why?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.

            “To protect yourself, from me.” He was thirsty. It had only been one day since he drank my blood, but I made him spend so much time near me, it must have been hard. But what made me different? Why was my blood so much more appealing than the girls’ at the party, or my family’s?

I took a deep breath and contemplated what I was about to do. If Katsumi had to leave because of Hayate, I didn’t want him to be so thirsty that he’d do something he’d regret. I’d want him to be able to hold on until I could find him again, so I had to do it now. I told him to stay with me, and it just made it harder on him. I acted like I could help him, so that’s what I’ll do. I’ll help him.

I opened the knife and slid it against my wrist. I looked at the blood slowly ooze out, and then I looked up at Katusmi. He was frozen, eyes wide, his hand covering his mouth and nose. He backed up until he was against the wall.

“Go ahead.” I said. I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back. “You’ll feel better.” He shook his head. He probably wasn’t saying anything for fear the scent of blood would reach his mouth. I got up and walked toward him, he was looking for an escape, but he was up against the wall. I offered him my arm. His eyes turned red and almost started to glow.

 Suddenly he lurched forward and pushed me onto the bed. I felt him lick the blood that began to drip down and then sink his fangs into my wrist. I closed my eyes and fought against the pain, telling myself this was for him. When I opened my eyes again, I started to feel dizzy, and I knew he had to stop. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t.

“Katsumi.” I breathed, as the room started spinning, “Katsumi, stop.” He lifted his head up and wiped the blood off his mouth. His eyes faded back to normal, then widened as he realized what he just did. He jumped off the bed and went back to his normal spot by the window. I slowly sat up and waited for the dizziness to subside. My arm was still bleeding so I took the bandage off my neck and wrapped it around my wrist.

            “Why?” he muttered, “Why did you do that?”

            “It was the only way I could help you.” I answered.

            “No, the only way you can help me is by killing me.” He was dead serious.

            “I don’t want to kill you.” I protested.


            “Because you’ve done nothing wrong.” though that was only part of it.

            “I attacked you, twice.” He said.

            “But I’m fine.” I insisted. He didn’t seem to believe me. I felt it again, a strong desire to comfort him. If there was any time to get close to him, it would be now, right after he fed, because he wouldn’t be so thirsty. I got up and walked over to him. I’d never before felt such a strong gravitation towards someone. What was I admitting? That I had feelings for…. I couldn’t do it. I can’t even think it.

He was looking at the floor, but I was looking at him. We were so close, almost touching.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I told him, and I hoped I was right. I didn’t want to see him so sad anymore. I wanted to see him smile. He lifted his eyes to mine, and for a moment, we just stood there, holding each other’s gaze. I didn’t know what was happening. I just wanted to embrace him, hold him. I wondered what he was thinking. Suddenly, I realized I was holding my breath and exhaled. When my breath hit him, he tensed up and tried to back up, but we were already in the corner. “It’s okay.” I assured him, “You won’t hurt me.” I could tell he was trying to relax.

“I thought I’d get used to your scent, that it would get easier to be around you. But the only thing that made it easier was…” he didn’t want to say it. But I knew what he meant, drinking my blood.

“Maybe you just haven’t been near me enough.” I said, trying to make him feel better. But there might have been truth in it. I took it as an opportunity to get closer to him. I grabbed his hand and sat him next to me on my bed. I slid closer to him until our bodies were touching, never letting go of his hand. I brought our hands up to his face. “Smell.” I said. He looked at me, wary, and then deeply inhaled the scent at my wrist, luckily not the bandaged one. “Better?” I asked.

“Not really.” He answered. I motioned for him to keep going. He slid his nose along my arm and shoulder until his face was right next to my neck, dangerous territory. My heart was racing, but I didn’t know if it was because I could be dead at any moment, or another reason. I wondered about him. He might have been a vampire, but he was still a teenage boy. He inhaled at my neck and then quickly lifted his head. “I can’t do this.” He said. With him farther away and my heart beat slowing, I could think clearly. Suddenly, this didn’t seem like such a good idea. I wanted to be close to him, but I didn’t have a death wish.

“It’s okay, you’re doing fine.” I insisted. Downstairs, I could hear my parents walking in the door. I was already pretty sure that Hayate knew, but if my parents found out about Katsumi, they wouldn’t be so subtle about it. They haven’t sensed him before, but just to be sure, I got up and sprayed a lot of perfume and turned on some music. With any luck, it would muffle his presence. It was late enough to be appropriate for bedtime, so hopefully they would just go to sleep.

I realized then, that I didn’t know where Katsumi would sleep, if he even decided to stay, which I hoped he would. I don’t think he’d be up to sleeping in my bed with me and it’s not like he could just sleep on the couch. I looked around and decided he could sleep in my closet. It was a walk in closet so there was enough room to lie down. And no one would see him if they came into my room in the middle of the night.

“I’m going to get your bed ready. Sorry, but you’re going to have to sleep in the closet.” I told him.

“So I’m staying here?” he asked.

“Where else are you going to go?” I replied. I got some blankets and pillows and laid them out on the closet floor.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep with your scent in my face.” He chuckled. It was a pleasant sound.

“Oh, sorry. I can get one of my brother’s pillows.” I said.

“It’s okay. It’s not that you smell bad, you smell good, too good.” I blushed. It was a weird notion. He wasn’t saying I smelled pretty, he was saying that my blood smelled delicious. But still, it was a compliment. I decided to go downstairs to greet my parents so they wouldn’t come to my room.

“I’ll be right back.” I said, and put on a sweater so they wouldn't see my bandaged arm. Downstairs, Hayate and my parents were in the living room talking. I waited by the stairs and listened, knowing they’d stop once I walked in.

“So the boy who lives there is missing?” Hayate asked them.

“Yes.” my mom answered. “They don’t know where he is.”

“Well, was it a level E?”

“They don’t know.” My dad replied. “I bet it was a pure blood that made off with the boy. It’s happened before.”

“Poor kid.” My mom said softly. “He’s probably dead by now, if he wasn’t turned.”

They had to be talking about Katsumi. I wondered if Hayate knew the one in my room was the kid they were talking about, if he really knew he was here. They stopped talking about Katsumi and changed subjects, now was a good enough time to interrupt. I walked into the living room.

“Hey. How was the call.” I asked.

“Simple enough.” My mom answered.

“Yeah, just a level E.” my dad added.

“What were you guys talking about?” I tried.

“Don’t worry about it, it doesn’t concern you.” My mom said, of course. Well I tried.

“Okay. Well, I’m going to bed.”

“This early?” my dad asked. It was around nine o’clock.

“Yeah, I got up kind of early.” We said goodnight and after changing into pajamas, I went back to my room. I decided I wouldn’t tell Katsumi what my family was talking about, not yet. I didn’t want to worry him. I hoped he didn’t hear the conversation himself.

“I don’t want to sound like an old lady but, I’m kind of tired.” I confessed. 

“Go to sleep.” He said, “I’m just going to read for a while.” He grabbed a book from my shelf and sat in the corner with it.

“Do you need a light?” I asked.

“Weird, but I don’t” he replied. I forgot how much better vampires’ senses are, including sight. It made me realize that he probably did hear the conversation downstairs and everything else I did today. I have to be careful what I say from now on.

“Goodnight.” I said

“Goodnight.” He said back. I had a lot to think about, but I tried to just push it out of my mind. It didn’t work. I thought mostly about the future. Was it going to continue to be like this? Katsumi hiding in my room until someone finds out, or at least until Hayate does something about it? Then I started to worry about the vampire that turned Katsumi, and whether or not she was going to come back for him. I tried to prepare myself for the day when he’d leave. Whether it’s because she does come back, or my family finds out, or someone kills him. I didn’t like the thought of him being away from me. Somehow, amid all those thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.

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