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I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Hachi, in his full vampire form, something I hadn't seen in a long time. He had Akira pinned to a tree, Hachi's claws right on his chest. I was too late!! It seemed to me this would be emotionally guilt-tripping. All I could do was watch.
"Heh, Heh," laughed vampire Hachi. "Look whose all high and mighty now!"
The hand around Akira's neck clenched tighter. Hachi wanted his blood!
"Please," Akira strained. "let me go!!"
"Oh, but I can't," said Hachi. "You wanted a battle, you got one! Now you're saying you want to scurry away from what has just started. How cowardess!"
Akira struggled. He couldn't get loose. Hachi's grip was too strong.
"Aren't we the fiesty one," laughed Hachi. "Straining for your life? I can't allow you to leave just yet, I haven't gotten what I wanted!"
I tried to yell but my throat choked. I couldn't speek. Akira was going to die just so Hachi's vampireself could feast on the blood.
"You said something about bloodshed," Hachi asked. "Well you got it!!"
Hachi's claw started to enter Akira's chest. I could hear his choked scream. Blood was gushing everywhere.
I finally regaied my voice. "Hachi!" I yelled, but it was weak. It couldn't break him. "Hachi!" This one was louder but not by much. Hachi's hand was digging further and further by the second. Akira's voice grew fainter and fainter as the hand sank deeper and deeper into his flesh. "Hachi!!" Still not loud enough.
I was loosing hope fast. Was it that I was concerned more about my enemy than Hachi? Of course not. I, Kohaku nor Daisuke would think that I would sink that low as to help an enemy.
My mind was scattering. I was loosing it. If Hachi got hands on Akira's blood, then he could return to normal but then the agonizing reality that allowed Hachi kill someone would not only traumatize me, but also Hachi. He couldn't bare to see blood, especially from another person.
I suddenly returned to reality. No more could I hear Akira though I saw him moving while Hachi's claw pierced deeper and deeper. I decided to try one last time.
"Hachi!!!"
His eyes were normal again and his lock of hair that would have had purple returned to its normal color. The indigo marks next to his eyes vanished. He sank to his knees, his hair flailing.
Akira was still breathing and so I decied to help. Hachi was unconcious near Akira, so it would be fine. I bandaged akira where Hachi had pierced him extra tight so no more blood could rush out. Luckily, dragons like him and I had lots of blood and could regain about twenty percent of what was lost. Next was Hachi. I took the back of my skirt and rubbed off Akira's blood so Hachi wouldn't panic when he awoke. I held Hachi in my arms tightly. I felt tears drip down my face. I couldn't have witnessed anything more horrifying at least for now.
I felt Hachi move. He was beginning to reawake. He opened his eyes, saw me holding him and his cheeks started flaring. I guess I was holding him either too tight or that I had his head pressing against my chest because I was holding it up.
He tried struggling out so he felt more comfortable but I couldn't let him go.
"Saya," he started. "Could you let me go for a moment?"
"Huh? Oh, sure," I stammered.
"Hey, what's exactly wr-" he stopped. He realized what happened and didn't want me feeling worse.
We just sat there for a while to calm each other down.
"Hey," I whispered. "I think we should go back to Kohaku and Daisuke. They have to be worried."
"Yeah," Hachi said. "I guess we should."
"Heh, Heh," laughed vampire Hachi. "Look whose all high and mighty now!"
The hand around Akira's neck clenched tighter. Hachi wanted his blood!
"Please," Akira strained. "let me go!!"
"Oh, but I can't," said Hachi. "You wanted a battle, you got one! Now you're saying you want to scurry away from what has just started. How cowardess!"
Akira struggled. He couldn't get loose. Hachi's grip was too strong.
"Aren't we the fiesty one," laughed Hachi. "Straining for your life? I can't allow you to leave just yet, I haven't gotten what I wanted!"
I tried to yell but my throat choked. I couldn't speek. Akira was going to die just so Hachi's vampireself could feast on the blood.
"You said something about bloodshed," Hachi asked. "Well you got it!!"
Hachi's claw started to enter Akira's chest. I could hear his choked scream. Blood was gushing everywhere.
I finally regaied my voice. "Hachi!" I yelled, but it was weak. It couldn't break him. "Hachi!" This one was louder but not by much. Hachi's hand was digging further and further by the second. Akira's voice grew fainter and fainter as the hand sank deeper and deeper into his flesh. "Hachi!!" Still not loud enough.
I was loosing hope fast. Was it that I was concerned more about my enemy than Hachi? Of course not. I, Kohaku nor Daisuke would think that I would sink that low as to help an enemy.
My mind was scattering. I was loosing it. If Hachi got hands on Akira's blood, then he could return to normal but then the agonizing reality that allowed Hachi kill someone would not only traumatize me, but also Hachi. He couldn't bare to see blood, especially from another person.
I suddenly returned to reality. No more could I hear Akira though I saw him moving while Hachi's claw pierced deeper and deeper. I decided to try one last time.
"Hachi!!!"
His eyes were normal again and his lock of hair that would have had purple returned to its normal color. The indigo marks next to his eyes vanished. He sank to his knees, his hair flailing.
Akira was still breathing and so I decied to help. Hachi was unconcious near Akira, so it would be fine. I bandaged akira where Hachi had pierced him extra tight so no more blood could rush out. Luckily, dragons like him and I had lots of blood and could regain about twenty percent of what was lost. Next was Hachi. I took the back of my skirt and rubbed off Akira's blood so Hachi wouldn't panic when he awoke. I held Hachi in my arms tightly. I felt tears drip down my face. I couldn't have witnessed anything more horrifying at least for now.
I felt Hachi move. He was beginning to reawake. He opened his eyes, saw me holding him and his cheeks started flaring. I guess I was holding him either too tight or that I had his head pressing against my chest because I was holding it up.
He tried struggling out so he felt more comfortable but I couldn't let him go.
"Saya," he started. "Could you let me go for a moment?"
"Huh? Oh, sure," I stammered.
"Hey, what's exactly wr-" he stopped. He realized what happened and didn't want me feeling worse.
We just sat there for a while to calm each other down.
"Hey," I whispered. "I think we should go back to Kohaku and Daisuke. They have to be worried."
"Yeah," Hachi said. "I guess we should."
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As you probabl guessed, this is from Saya's point of view. the rest you should know. itz a nitbit that i thought was easier to put on from Vamp De Triel. Of course, this is a worded format because im actually drawing the series. Itz pretty much all of chapter 13. Im just hoping you enjoyed it.
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WOW. I love vampire storys... great job!