Eldest Kiryu (Vampire Knight Fan-Fiction) BOOK 2

Chapter 8: Opened

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A chilled silence swept between the male and the female. The female had an aura of rage encased around her, while the male had a sharp level of calmness.

"You're telling me, that I should be the bait?" her voice was decreased in volume, but held a concentration of sharpness. "To an extent, I can forgive you for your wording, but I am most definitely not going in there blindly, without knowing who the hell I'll be dealing with, possibly dying from" her eyes flickered to stare directly at the man before her. "Who is the 'sleeping beauty' we are resurrecting, Richard?" she questioned.

The dark haired male listened quietly to the woman before him, taking in her frustration along with her questions. "The so called 'sleeping beauty', as you're saying, is none other than Lyon Ashter" Richard replied.

Purple eyes blown ajar, as she took in the reply. Her jaw locked tightly, while her visible hand was enclosed to a tight fist. "..... This is practically..... A suicide mission...." her body was tense as she spoke.

The very name sent chills running up and down her spine. She knew that she was not going to get out of that cave, without a sense of judgement or punishment done on her. The most probable outcome would be her death, considering the ruthlessness of this situation.

Mitsuki, shifted her gaze to the cave, before she looked back at Richard briefly. She could see the clear hesitation, mirrored in his crow like eyes. She didn't necessarily blame the man. She couldn't.

"...... I'm heading in ....If I don't make it out alive.... don't bother with my body...." she began, her eyes downcast. "I'd be sucked dry by then...." she finished, her tone dull, while she didn't try to sugar coat her words.

Richard watched Mitsuki, his hand twitched, as she spoke. His lips were strangely sealed shut, while his mind raced. His throat felt dry, as he gazed down at the woman before him. He forced his twitching hand to move, before he lightly placed it on her shoulder, squeezing her limb effectionately.

The young woman tilted her head, ever so slightly up, her stare revealed nothing. She brought her hand to her shoulder, lightly held his hand, before she brushed aside his limb off her. She walked towards the cave, while she gave a mock solute.

"I'll see you.... if I make it out alive..." she spoke, before the darkness of the cave engulfed her whole.

Mitsuki advanced forwards. She couldn't allow her mind to dwell into unnecessary scenarios. 'All I have to do is just get in the chamber.... resurrect him and everything will be fine.....' she practically made herself repeat this thought, over and over like a broken record.

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Ruka stormed back in the classroom. Her abrupt announced presence, had grabbed the attention of every single Night Class student within the spacious room.

She made no acknowledgment of the attention, but instead chose to sit at the back of the room, away from all of the other Vampires. Her posture was stiff, while her light brows, knitted to a visible frown.

The only Pureblood in the ranks, rose a dark brow in question, while his brown orbs locked on the said female's form. 'She's clearly been shaken....' his eyes held no remorse, while willed his long fingers together, locked into a loose grip around one another.

His gaze shifted to the door, once he noticed the blond Aristocrat enter the room. He made no comment on Ruka's strange behaviour, nor on Hanabusa's sudden absence. He instead chose to deal with this later.

'I'll get my answers....' was the last thought the young Pureblood had in mind, before he turned his attention back to the bickering professor.

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Candles, from every corner, lit the chamber. 'The placement of these candles.... What the hell is this?' the placement of the candles, had thrown the said woman off completely. It did nothing to reassure her nerves, in fact, she felt a familiar sensation of bile build up from the pressure.

She immediately stopped her advancement, when a candle suddenly flickered. 'There's no breeze in here..... nor am I close to that cursed tomb...' she swallowed, her eyes darted from one place to another, her awareness conflicted.

She didn't dare move, instead she chose to stay rooted on her spot. Her eyes stayed focused on the candles, never once shifting to the tomb, that was surprisingly pushed open enough to allow someone to get out.

"Well well, looks like I don't have to find a meal to devour after all... I mean you came willingly to me.... Gem" a sudden raspy voice, tickled the shell of her ear, while a hot breath fanned her cool neck. The woman immediately stiffened, her purple jewels switched between rage and fear, as she cursed at her stupidity.

Crisp grey orbs stared down at the woman amused, before the said individual brushed their fingers, ever so lightly on her exposed skin. "You won't be leaving this cave.... Until I'm done with you.... Gem" the individual, a male leaned forwards, his chest pressed firmly against her back.