Truth of the Silvers (Vampire Knight)

Her childhood: Jason

There was one other moment in my time where I feared selfishly for my own life.

I saw blood everywhere.

On Jason I saw blood and on my parents I saw blood on my adoptive parents I saw blood, I saw blood in my drink, I saw blood on the walls, in my tub I saw blood, in my books I saw blood.

It was everywhere. One moment everything would be fine and chirpy but then without any warning, blood would be covering me and everything around me.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't drink. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. If I had looked in the mirror, my reflection would always try to kill me. That or I'd attack myself.

Jason was there though. Most of the time, he'd be able to stop me from sending those shards of glass through my skin. He'd prevent me from drowning in my own pool of 'blood'. He'd stop me from having nightmares.

"Rose," he would always say, "I'm here, I'll always be here,"

Thinking back, we never mentioned it. Even bringing up my hallucinations, he and I never brought up the fact he'd always whisper that to me when my parents couldn't do anything.

Like a silent agreement. Not to misunderstand it as a barrier between us but more like a secret.

I feared for my life because I couldn't sleep. I wouldn't be able to sleep. I'd wake up screaming Bloody Mary from a nightmare and be incapable of falling back to sleep. Every time I blinked I always saw blood.

I felt that I'd pass out from being too tired. But then if my body would shut itself down out of exhaustion, I'd be stuck in my nightmare. And so I'd try to keep myself awake.

Then Jason found out.

He'd then get under the blankets with me and holding my hands our breaths intermingling and tell me of stories of his past.

Of a magical man who saved him. We both believed it to be a fairy tale he thought up of in his dreams....but...now we know better. That man was Rei.

He'd then hold my hand till I fell asleep, wiping my tears away.

He never told me he found it exhausting, but after a long time, I realized that it wouldn't be nice to drag yourself out of bed for a crying girl. So at one point, as soon as I woke up, I'd keep quiet and see if I woke him up.

So half of the time, no one knew.

But Jason, soon became a light sleeper, finding out what I was doing.

One day, it just disappeared. Jason would use to brag about curing my fears all the time. It was nice.

So then came along the first Valentine's day. Still bragging, he insisted I make him chocolates and being the kind and forgiving person I was, I...

I made apple pie for him.

He complained about it, not wanting to eat it at first. So I had challenged him to the first game we could find. Chess. Our bets were that if I lost, he wouldn't have to eat it and I'd have to read a series of books he liked. If he'd lost, he'd eat my pie and we'll make a bonfire of all his favorite books.

I won, naturally.

So we ate apple pie over the romantic sizzle and pops of burning books that night...but Jason did admit, the pie was good.

So sometime that same month, I remember we started up our swordsplay. Then, obviously, he beat me.

I pouted, but out of pride, I practiced even more. So I received Aeternum but I was never allowed to use her, she was an anti-vampire weapon. And Jason was a vampire.