Badass Yui

Conflicted

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Jordan POV

This time I needed to hurt him. Ayato had no right to hurt her feelings. Absolutely no right. I loved her and that love knew no bounds, did it?

I swung my arm back feeling the crisp air pulled back by my fury-filled knuckles.

Because of these imbeciles, I was prepared to do anything to protect her. Like always then.

With my heart pulsing at what felt like 100 beats a second, I punched him straight in the jaw.

A defiant swing that could potentially knock someone out or at least cause some real damage.

The kind of damage that you wince at even when it's not brought upon yourself. Like when men protect their family  jewels after seeing someone getting kicked in the balls.

It's like they can sense the undying pain. 

Victory swelled over me. I anticipated subjectively what I would find once I opened my eyes. To see his pallid complexion flare, hoping for his raging demeanour to  lash swiftly out. Without waiting any longer in savouring the moment, I opened my eyelids decisively.

Denial. It was the first emotion to take over. Crashing down as suffocating waves to the shore. It seemed impossible that I could've hurt her. That I could've hurt Yui.

Ayato's eyes flashed full of hatred. Considering it was the outcome I was hoping for, it didn't make me feel too grand.

Ayato POV

What the actual hell? He had come to the mansion to protect her and he'd knocked her clean out. Unconscious. Anyone could tell how unresponsive she was just by looking at her.

Sure, I may have hurt her feelings but she knows the type of person I am and can see past the masked emotion, surely? If I didn't poke fun at her then she probably wouldn't talk to me at all.

I wouldn't get to see that adorable rose blush on her cheeks or her nervous habit of letting her hair fall just over her face.

When did I become such a lovesick little boy? You could practically see the hearts in my eyes, hear the violent thump of my cold- blooded heart.

Kneeling beside her, I pulled her up in my arms, her legs resting on her knees as I carried her weightless body up to my bedroom. All the while, I had to suppress the unexplainable anger inside me. Why did I care so much about pancake?

As I laid her down on the four poster bed, she seemed eerily peaceful.

Usually, when I presented a little mortal such as her it meant something entirely different but at the moment all I could endeavour to think about was her welfare. Even though she did look pretty cute lying on my bed. Just so innocent...

Damn. When did I start loving people?

To be one hundred percent sure she was going to okay I checked her pulse. It bounded steadily and surely so I descended the stairs though I already wanted to go back to her. To never let her out of my life ever again, so that she would never be in harms way ever ever again.

Then again, some could argue that I'm the biggest danger she'd ever encounter. Monster. Vampire.

A mere thought of that word froze in my mind...