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chapter iv | secrets and threats
I was standing at the edge of the roof, my dress dancing with the wind and my skin aglow from the moon's light. The scent of blood now masked by a heavy blend of herbs and ash. I leaned back to bask in the moon's glow, eyes now closed and head tilted back to allow my hair to cascade and hang. It had grown quite a bit from just that single feeding I had just moments ago.
"If you have something to say, just come out and say it." I called out, however I did not bother to change my position to face the person who had been watching me from the shadows for some time now. "It's rather unbecoming to be stalking a young girl, Ichijō-senpai."
Takuma-senpai stepped out from his place of hiding and approached me slowly, though being sure to stop just out of arm's reach of me. "The scent of blood can't be masked by little tricks when it's already been caught, Clover."
Hm. No honourific this time, I supposed there is no way for my to play innocent then. My thoughts were interrupted by a large hand circling my body and a warmth pressing into the side of my neck. My eyes caught sight of maroon coloured hair just in my peripheral, it-along with its scent-was recognisable and familiar. However, the presence was off.
"If you wish to drink the seed, allow my to inform you that it has yet to bear fruit." I spoke with a dead and unfazed tone of voice to the stranger hiding in the body of my classmate. "You gain nothing from plucking a seed before it has taken root." I held up my hand to allow the moon's light to showcase the pendant that was decoratively displayed in the palm of my hand, it's chain acting like a glove style bracelet.
The pendant no longer had the initials it had previously showed after my little taste testing, but instead returned to its original state of a jade stone with nothing of noticable significance to outsiders. To those who were even a little versed in Eastern beliefs would see it as a protective charm to ward away misfortunes and harm.
Ironic, really, seeing how I am nothing but misfortunes itself.
A deep, unrecognizable voice spoke from Senri's lips against my skin, "you are from the Servants of Disaster; a surviving test subject." His words sent my mind into a panic, however I refused to show it.
"The organization has long since been eradicated. I am now a free fang." My voice was firm and cold as I spat out my words in a show of dominance and warning. Pureblood or not, him leeching from Shiki's body is proof enough that they are either a fallen Pureblood... Or in desperate need of recovery.
"A fang you are," their breath fanned over my nape before they finally pulled away, "a fang that I need. So, I have a proposition for you, little half-breed."
"Not interested." I stood to take my leave, however their next set of words caused me to freeze in place,
