•We arent good• (Tamaki x Haruhi)

2. I cant love him

He wouldnt let me go. I remember that every part of me wanted to drain him of his blood. But one part held back. I pushed him away. "H-Haruhi..? Something wrong?" He asked me, looking down at me, heartbroken. "I need to go... i'm sorry." I ran out the door of the music room.

I ran into the girls bathroom and locked the door. I held my head tight. All i could think about was killing everyone. I thought back then that feeding would stop it all, that i would be normal. I was wrong. I knew there was 1 person i could ask for help. Nekosawa-Senpai.

I walked to the black magic club, thank god it was darker in there. I gripped my books tight. "Nekosawa-senpai? Are you in here?" I looked around, trying to use my super vision or some shit. He appeared infront of me. "What brings a host to the black magic club?" He said in his dark moniker. "I need your help. But you need to keep it a secret." I was looking down. "With what?"

I looked up. My eyes were blood red. I was still thirsty. Nekosawa didnt seem scared at all, he seemed... excited? I explained to him my situation. I asked him how to make the thirst stop. His response was, "Drink. The more you drink the less you'll want to feed. And the more powerful you will become. Thats just what ive read but it may help."
"I dont wanna hurt anybody! And how am i suppost to hide my eyes?!"
"Colored contact lenses. Easy. I also reccomend you find the person that turned you. Maybe it can help."

I took his advise. Little did i know that wasnt going to be the last time i saw Nekosawa. I continued school that day, i just held my breath. It seemed i had no recollection of how or why i need to breathe. I just had to make it look like i was breathing.

After the day ended i went home, the way i did the day i turned. He appeared infront of me. He was shrouded in dark. I couldnt see his face. It was silence for a while. Then i spoke, "Who are you? What did you make me? Why?"

He put his finger up. "Shut up."
"Answer my questions. Or step out where i can see you." I demanded.
"If i do will you shut up?"
"Sure whatever."
A guy my age stepped out. I know him. "Hey! You--"
He cut me off. "You said you would shut up."
His name, Hiroji Sarari, the school bad boy. He never wore the uniform, just his leather jacket, jeans, and some edgy band t-shirt. He was always extremely pale. Even on the brightest days he stayed inside.