Unlikely Bond

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

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2. The Sad Boy

 

I woke up in the morning, relieved that I didn’t have training today. It was Saturday; all of my friends who went to high school would be off too. I pulled back the covers and sat up in bed. I had to stifle a scream when I turned my head and saw a teenage boy sitting in the chair that Hayate sat in last night. But he wasn’t just a normal boy, he was a vampire, I could sense it. He had the same presence I felt last night. It wasn’t going to be like last night. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my staff from the closet as fast as I could, though I knew it wasn’t fast enough. But when I looked back, he was still sitting there, he hadn’t moved an inch. The only difference was, when I woke up he was staring at me and now, he just looked at the floor. He looked unbelievably sad. I couldn’t make myself strike him. He probably wouldn’t even try to defend himself. I stared at him. I didn’t know what to do.

            “Get out of here!” I yelled at him, “I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

            “That’s what I’m counting on” he said. His voice was melodic, and he was beautiful, like most vampires. He had black hair that swept in front of his dark, sad eyes. His words confused me. He wanted me to kill him?

            “What?” I demanded. He kept his head lowered.

            “I came here so you would kill me. I don’t deserve to live.” This wasn’t a level E vampire; he was far too civil and rational. I didn’t know what to say. This was the vampire who bit me. I should kill him. It’s my job to kill him. But something in my body was telling me not to. Something was holding me back. I leaned my staff against the wall. He finally looked up at me, still sad, and then confused when he saw I had put down my weapon.

            “I’m not going to kill you.” My words surprised me, and him too it seemed.

            “Why not?” he asked. I didn’t have an answer for him. I quickly thought of something.

            “I want an explanation.”

            “What?” he asked confused.

            “I want to know why you attacked me, out of all people, and who you are. And why did you think I would kill you?”

            “Oh.” he said, and looked down again. I could tell he was ashamed, embarrassed almost. It was strange, another reason why he definitely was not a level E. he took a breath. “I’ll start at the beginning” he seemed almost reluctant to tell me. “A few days ago I walked into my house after school and saw both my parents dead on the floor. A woman was standing over them with their blood on her mouth. I didn’t know what was going on. She ran over to me and bit my neck and I could feel the life drain out of me. Then she bit herself and forced her blood into my mouth. It all happened so fast, I didn’t have any time to think.” That explained it. If the new vampire drinks the blood of their creator, they won’t become a level E. He continued, “She whispered in my ear ‘I’ll come back for you’, and she was gone. I must have blacked out then, because I just remember waking up and seeing people in front of my house.”

            “The vampire hunter association must have sent someone to clean up the mess” I interrupted, and he looked up at me. I continued, “They must not have done a very good job if they let you get away.”

            “When I saw them I just got up and ran. I thought maybe she was coming back for me. I ran into the woods behind my house and that’s where I stayed for a few days. I didn’t believe in vampires, but after what happened, it was hard to deny it. I didn’t know why she left me alive, and I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, whether or not I was going to stay human. I was there for days but I wasn’t getting hungry for food, I was getting thirsty. My throat was getting drier as the days passed and deep down, I knew what I was thirsting for. I didn’t want to hurt anybody so I just stayed in the woods, but I got so thirsty that I couldn’t just sit there anymore, so I got up and started walking. I didn’t know where I was going but I kept walking. Every time I passed a building and smelled the people inside, I could barely control myself. The desire I felt was stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced. I decided to go back to the forest so I wouldn’t do anything I’d regret, but as I turned around, I smelled you. You opened your window and your scent was on the wind. I don’t know why you were so different, but once your scent reached me, I couldn’t control myself. Before I knew it, I was in your room, biting your neck.” He looked away, ashamed. “And I could taste it.”

            “Taste what?” I asked.

            “I could taste your urge to kill me. The whole time, I couldn’t taste any fear, only that you were trying to figure out how to get to your weapon. That’s how I knew that if I came back, you’d kill me. But I guess I was wrong.”

            “Oh” was all I could say.

            “So why don’t you?” he asked. I didn’t really have an answer. I couldn’t find an answer if I searched my mind forever. I just didn’t want to kill this boy. He’s not a level E and because he drank his creator’s blood, he never would be. He’s never killed anyone. He’s just a normal, decent person who had a horrible thing done to him. I didn’t even know if I could legally kill him according to the hunter association. We can’t just kill any vampire we find. There needs to be a cause.

            For the first time, he stood up. A little nervous, I backed up a few steps and hit my back on the wall. He grabbed my staff. Did I misjudge him? Was he really going to kill me? But all he did was stick out his arm and offer the weapon to me.

            “Kill me.” he said, dead serious. “I know what I am, I can’t live like this.” I grabbed my staff. He closed his eyes and waited, but I just turned around and walked away. “Wait, where are you going?” I heard him say behind me.

            “I’m leaving. I have stuff to do.” I lied. I just couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t kill him. “I’m not going to kill you.”

            “But what am I supposed to do?” he asked, “If you don’t kill me, I'll end up hurting someone.”

            “Then stay with me.” I answered. What was I thinking? I was acting on impulse. But it felt right to say, even though I knew it was definitely wrong. I got sad at the thought of him dead, even at the thought of him leaving, never to be seen by me again. It was ridiculous. I turned around, he was just standing there.

            “Stay with you?” he muttered, almost to himself. He thought it over. While he was thinking, I put my staff in the closet.

            “Look,” I said to him. He looked up at me, “I’m going outside. If you want to stay with me, go out the window and meet me at the end of the street. If not, leave, I don’t care.” That was a lie. “But whatever you do, don’t let my family see you. You’ll be killed.” I wondered if he would show himself just for that reason, like he tried with me.

            I couldn’t get dressed in my room so I grabbed some clothes and changed into jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and long dirty blonde hair and went downstairs.

            “Good morning,” Hayate said. He was at the table pouring a bowl of cereal. “How are you feeling?” I was glad that it seemed he hadn’t noticed the vampire in my room.

            “Fine” I answered. I passed him and headed for the door.

            “Where are you going?” he asked. I realized I didn’t really know. When I told the boy I had stuff to do, I was just changing the subject. I actually had nothing planned today that I could remember. I thought of something to tell Hayate.

            “I’m going to Haruka’s house.” I lied.

            “Do you want a ride?” that wouldn’t work.

            “No, I’ll just walk.” Thankfully it wasn’t that far.

            “You should put a scarf on” he said, though it wasn’t cold out at all. Then I remembered the bandage wrapped around my neck, so I took a scarf from the closet. I said goodbye and walked out the door before he could say anything else.

            It made me mad that I actually hoped he’d be waiting for me at the end of the street, it was wrong. My heart fell when I didn’t see him there, which made me even madder at myself. I turned the corner and bumped into someone. I looked up and saw his familiar sad face. Our close proximity made him jump back, he clutched his throat. I tried to hide the fact that I was happy he was there. I turned away from him.

            “You came.” I said. He sighed.

            “I didn’t know what else to do.” I then realized that I didn’t know his name, and he probably didn’t know mine either. I turned back to look at him.

            “I’m Ayane.” I said to him. He looked surprised.

            “My name’s Katsumi.” He said after a few seconds. “Where do you have to go?”

            “We’re going to Cross Academy.” I decided. I would get him blood tablets, pills made with synthetic blood. The owner gives them to his night class of vampire students. Nobody knows that they’re vampires of course, besides him.

            “The school?” Katsumi asked.

            “We’re going to get you blood tablets. They’re supposed to weaken your cravings.” I said.

            “Why are they at the school?”

            “Never mind that.” I answered and started walking. We walked to the school with me leading and him following from a distance, he was trying to be careful. Every time the wind blew through my hair, I could see him tense up and grab his throat in the corner of my eye. I wondered how long my blood would hold him.

            “Okay,” I turned to him when we finally reached the school, “Go to the office and ask for Mr. Cross. Tell him your situation and I’m sure he’ll give you some.”

            “Me? Alone?” he asked. “Why?”

            “I can’t go because he knows who I am. I can’t be seen with you, he’ll tell my family.” I answered, “Its Saturday, there shouldn’t be that many people there. Try to hold your breath.”

            “You shouldn’t be risking anything to help me.” He said.

            “Just go.” I turned my back to him to show the conversation was over, and I heard him walk away. He came back about ten minutes later holding the box of pills. “Are you thirsty?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

            “Extremely.” He replied, ashamed.

            “Take one.” He opened the box and popped one into his mouth. After a few seconds, he started coughing uncontrollably, as if he was choking. He coughed up the pill and it dropped to the ground. “What happened?” I asked.

            “I don’t know,” he gasped, “I just couldn’t swallow it.”

            “Try again.” So he tried another one but the same thing happened again. The pills weren’t working. What were we going to do? I wanted to help but there were no other options.

            “Now what?” he asked.

            “We’re going back to my house. Let’s go.” I walked away and he followed, still from a distance. “Wait for me to call you at the window.” I told him when we were a few houses down from mine. He nodded. I went inside and said hi to my parents in the living room and went upstairs. I knocked on my brother’s door.

            “Come in.” he said. I opened the door and walked in. he was reading on his bed so I sat down on the chair at his desk. I hoped I could get some information out of him.

            “Hey, Hayate, you know about those blood tablets, right?” I asked, trying not to sound suspicious.

            “Yeah, why?”

            “Well, I was just wondering about them. Why don’t all vampires just use them?” my question sounded stupid, even to me. He sighed,

            “Since they’re not as good, most vampires would rather just have the real thing. They don’t care about killing people. I’ve also heard that they don’t always work though, that the vampire’s body rejects them or something. It could just be a rumor though.” He said. Reject them? So it was possible.

            “Well what would that vampire do then, if it couldn’t take the tablets?” I asked.

            “I don’t know, Ayane. Why does it matter?” I decided not to continue any further. I didn’t want him to get suspicious, if he wasn’t already.

            “I guess it doesn’t, thanks. Gotta go.” I got up and left, not looking back as I shut the door behind me. Know I knew. The pills weren’t working and they never would. His body was rejecting them like a foreign object. What was I supposed to do? Why did I care so much about this boy I just met? This vampire? Did I feel sorry for him? I didn’t have the answers.

            I went to my room and opened the window. There he was, waiting outside. I beckoned him to come in. I thought about the humor of the situation. I was inviting a vampire into my room who tried to kill me the night before. And I was supposed to be a vampire hunter, yeah right. I stepped back from the window so he could come in and he climbed up. He was extraordinarily agile and strong compared to any ordinary human.

            I sat on my bed and he stood in the farthest corner of the room. He must have been thirsty. I thought he would have lasted longer but he was newly turned. Bloodlust is stronger than any humanly desire. I took a deep breath. “Your body is rejecting the blood tablets” I told him.

            “Rejecting them?” he asked. I nodded.

            “I don’t exactly know why, but it looks like they’re not going to work.”

            “Then what do I do? What if I can’t control myself? I don’t want to hurt people.” He worried. I didn’t know what to tell him. I tried to think. He needed blood but the tablets don’t work, and he’s not going to kill people. I remembered rumors of people willingly giving their blood to vampires, a taboo act.

            “You’re just going to have to deal with your thirst until I can think of a solution.” I said.

            “Then I shouldn’t stay here, with you.”

            “Where else would you go?” he gave in and sat down where he was in the corner. I decided I’d try to distract him and draw my own attention away from the only thing that could solve our problem. “How old are you?” I asked him. He looked up from the floor, surprised.

            “Seventeen.” he replied after a second.

            “Oh, I’m sixteen.” I answered, and then paused. “I’m sorry about your parents.” I was trying to be sympathetic. It must not have been very convincing. He snickered. I knew it wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say, but I couldn’t think of anything else.

            “Right, my parents” he scoffed, as if he’d forgotten. “That’s the least of my worries.” Maybe he was starting to come out of his shell. I prodded a little deeper.

            “Why is that?” I asked, like I didn’t know.

            “I’m a damn vampire!” he exclaimed, then flinched away from it like it was the first time he acknowledged the truth. I listened carefully to hear if Hayate was coming out of his room. He wasn’t, though he must have heard that. I looked at Katsumi. He seemed terribly sad. I wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but I didn’t know how. He still seemed guilty and ashamed at what he did to me and I didn’t know what would happen if I tried to get close to him. I tried to change the subject before he could get too depressed.

            “You didn’t have any siblings?”

            “No.” Well that didn’t get me very far. It probably didn’t help that I used the past tense. I racked my brain for more senseless questions.

            “What did you want to be when you graduated?” he grew even sadder as he probably realized that it wouldn’t matter now. That was the wrong question to ask. I tried to cover it. “Well it doesn’t matter for me. I’ll be a vampire hunter. I never had a choice.”  He looked up at me, maybe with a touch of empathy.

            “A doctor.” He said “I wanted to be a doctor. It seems almost ironic now.” It was sad, he could have helped people. Now it seems he can only hurt.

            Hours could have gone by as I asked him meaningless questions and answered some too. We sat there talking until we knew every trivial fact about each other. Favorite food, favorite color, our grades, our hobbies, though it seemed I still knew nothing about him. Neither one of us really cared about the answers to these questions; we were just trying to pass time. I looked at the clock. To my surprise, it was almost four o’clock, and I was starting to get hungry. Suddenly, my stomach growled, I was so embarrassed. I hoped he didn’t hear it, but of course he did. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

            “I’ll be right back.” I said. I went downstairs to find something to eat and found Hayate at the table reading the paper.

            “Mom and Dad are out on a call.” He said without lifting his eyes from the paper, which meant they were out hunting vampires.

            “Why didn’t you go with them?” I asked.

            “I wanted to keep an eye on you.” He said. Did he know?

            “What do you mean?”

            “Well, after last night, I thought you wouldn’t want to be alone.”

            “Oh, right.” Was he trying to tell me something, or was he really clueless about the vampire in my room? He was a highly trained vampire hunter; it’s improbable that he wouldn’t be able to sense one in his own home. He has even better senses than Mom and Dad. That would explain why maybe he could sense it but they couldn’t. But I was probably overreacting. He could have been just trying to be a good older brother.

            “Hey, did you forget about Eri’s party?” he asked. My heart froze. I completely forgot about my best friend’s surprise birthday party today at the park. What was I going to do?

            “No, I didn’t forget,” I lied, “her present’s in my room.”

            “Good. It’s in half an hour.” He said. What if he was just trying to get me out of the house so he could get to Katsumi? I hoped I was overreacting.

            “Right, I’ll go soon.” I quickly made myself something to eat and tried not to look like I was rushing. After I finished, I went upstairs and into my room. I closed the door behind me. Katsumi was standing at the window staring out at the sky. He turned his gaze to me. I tried to talk quickly and quietly, “I have a very important birthday party that I have to go to, and since I think my brother knows about you, you can’t stay here. If he does know, he might kill you. So you can leave, which isn’t really a good idea since you’re probably thirsty, or you can come with me.” He took a second to let it all sink in.

            “What kind of a party?” he asked.

            “Its not that many people, and its outside with fresh air, so you’ll be fine.” I replied. He thought about it. I took a nicer shirt out of my closet and, since I was wearing a camisole, I took off my long sleeved t-shirt to change. Katsumi suddenly put his hand over his mouth and back against the wall. I quickly put on the new shirt. “I’m sorry.” I said, but not sure exactly what happened. He put down his hand but didn’t relax.

            “It’s just, you stirred the air, and the scent radiating off your skin.” He confessed, fumbling over his words. I grabbed the scarf that I took off earlier and wrapped it around my neck, hopefully making it a little easier on him, and I put a sweater on too. I waited a minute to talk.

            “Time to go.” I said, “Meet me at the corner." I grabbed the present and went downstairs. “Bye!” I yelled to Hayate.

            “Have fun!” he answered. I closed the door behind me.

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