Love Me! (Shiki x Reader)

Chapter 21

You wake up the next morning to see green eyes staring at you. You quickly jump up and flip on the lights. You sigh in relief when you find out it is just Azuna. You forgot she is staying with you. You look at the time. 2:30 in the morning.

"Why are you up so early?" you ask.

"I'm a ghost. I can't sleep," she answers.

"Oh yeah," you say sleeping. "Then what do you do all night."

"Wait for sunrise," she smiles.

"Okay then," you say while crawling back into bed.

Azuna lays down beside you. You turn to face her. Both of you smile at each other. You wrap your arms around her. You get the feeling she needs it. You feel warm, droplets on your shoulder. You don't push her away because you know she's crying.

"Everything will be fine. I won't let him hurt you again," you whisper, trying to soothe her.

You let her cry it out. It sucks being a human sometimes. Humans are weak. Something may happen while their down. You wish you were a full vampire. Then there would be no use for weakness. You have to stay strong as long as she's here. You gently stroke her hair. You'll find a way to save everyone. You will find a way to become a full vampire.

The image of your mother comes to your head. Your head begins to hurt. Your mother's smiling face when you went home that day. Then the image flips to her laying in her blood.

You have to find a way to control it. You look outside. That time of year is almost here. You look down at Azuna. You hug her even tighter, trying to hide your own tears. You don't want to hurt anyone. You can't let anyone get involved. Your alone...

After you get done packing, you look over at Azuna. She is staring at you while sitting on your bed.

"Do you really have to leave?" she asks.

"Yes. I need to get away from everyone. Unless if you want Ritsuka to get hurt," you bite your lip and look at Azuna.

She's looking at the floor. Her eyes droop. She has a sad smile pasted on her face.

"I understand," she sniffles. "Thank you for what you've done for me."

"Of course," you smile. "I know what it's like to lose a friend."

You throw your bag over your shoulder. You hug Azuna and say your final 'goodbyes'. You leave the house and walk down the street. You look up at the stars. One catches your eye. The star is alone. It's dull and in it's own little clear circle. The other stars are far away from it. Something about that star makes your mouth smile. And makes your eyes water. You shake your head and continue on.

"Where are you going Little Rose?" You look ahead of you to see Urie standing there with a rose pressed to his lips.

"Leaving," you say while walking forward.

"Is that so?" he smirks.

You nod and push past him. He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He looks into your eyes. The rose still pressed to his lips.

"Why is that?" he whispers while narrowing his eyes.

"I have my reasons," you say while pulling your hand away.

"Maybe I should accompany you," he smirks a little bigger.

"I don't think that's necessary," you try to sound kind, but comes more rude than you wanted.

Urie picks up your hand. He places a thorn between his teeth and picks it off the rose's stem. He cradles your pointer finger between his and his thumb. He presses the thorn against your finger. You try to pull Your hand away.

"Stop! That hurts!" you yell.

Soon blood drips down your finger. He lets go of your finger, and you quickly yank it back. You watch the crimson liquid slide down your finger and onto your palm.

"Why did you do that?" you ask while holding your hand.

Urine stays silent. Then, he presses the thorn against his finger. Blood soon wraps around his finger. He pulls your hand over to him. He puts both of your fingers beside each other.

"We all bleed even when it's not visible," he whispers.

He lets your hand go.

"We are all threats," he says.

He tosses you the rose. You catch it and watch him walk away. You wait till he's out of sight. You look down at the rose. The image of Shiki laying in his blood rushes into your mind. The image of Azuna's bleeding chest comes to your mind. Then, you look at your bleeding finger. You sit on the ground. You have no idea what to do now.