Chapter 二
FarewellMonths have passed since that Christmas night; since I made my very first friend. I haven't seen or heard from him since, but that cannot be helped I supposed. If anyone of my masters found out that my existence was discovered without their knowledge than there would be grave consequences. The very thought of such would send violent shivers down my spine. Whenever someone would learn of me on accident that person would have their memories erased, the same if a person that the masters do not trust well enough when Yuki is met. Her life was the precious gem that had a vicious theft after it.
It was now a day for a different party; a birthday party. Yuki was turning four and thus a small princess themed party was in order. Of course I was the one who had to set it all up all on my own--from the cooking to the decorating to organising the presents. It was quite sad really, my dear sister was given everything--even when it was not her birthday--yet I was given rags and work. It hurt even more that they take Yuki on a trip to the nearby village two days after today every year. It was sad because that day is my birthday, which I was damned to spend alone in my little hut. At least I didn't have to do any chores.
I was now putting the finishing touches on the cake as it was set on the serving table. Initially it was completed last night, but I had the sudden urge to add a red icing rose bundle to the top after I had placed it down on the golden tray and pink lined table. A radiant pop of colour that differed from the colour scheme while still complimented the room; something to catch the eye without losing sense of the gold and pink balloons or shining decorations. I was so absorbed in my finishing touches that I had not heard someone enter the hall until said person spoke up. "What are you doing?" I nearly dropped the icing bag on the cake in shock, thank goodness I hadn't, and I turned around to see master Kuran standing a few feet behind me--a blank expression on his face.
I quickly got off the chair I was using to level myself to the cake and did a quick bow before holding out the piping bag to show what I was doing. He looked at the bag in my hands and then to the cake, walking closer slowly. Each step he took made my heart thump faster, fear practically sweating out of me. He was now two steps in front of me, towering over my small body, his red-brown eyes trained on the cake. "You added red roses..." he turned his gaze down to me, making me shake violently when he did so.
He reached his hand towards me, making me squeeze my round, almond eyes shut in fear. His hand rested on the top of my head, unmoving and with little to no pressure other than that of gravity. My eyes staid shut, however, in fear that I would receive a lashing if I were to look him in the eyes. "You can stop here now, I'll have one of the servants take care of the rest." He spoke, his voice softer, but still void of emotions, "I want you to take a break now." With that I suddenly found myself suddenly standing in the garden. All alone.
That was a close one... I sighed to myself in my thoughts as I walked towards the garden shed. I wonder what has gotten into master... he's never told me to take a break before... no one has for that matter. I decided not to dwell on the matter as I opened the door and shut it behind me. I shuffled back over to my bed and flopped down, my body making a hollow thud as I made impact with the thin sheeps and hard floor. Ow... onak that was not a good idea...
A year since that strange day. I was now officially seven and spending this winter day covering the rose bushes with a protective tart after I had spent the last hour out in the cold dusting the snow off of them. My fingers were now red and numb, my shivers now a norm, and the rose bushes were now covered and snow-free for the harsh season.
My attention was brought to the front of the mansion, my head snapping in the direction. The scent of blood. Master Haruka's blood. I got to my feet and ran to where I could smell the blood, my bare feet no longer feeling the biting pain of the cold snow.
I stopped in my tracks at the scene before me; master was bleeding, Young Master Kaname was being pushed behind his father, and a man with my eyes held a whip of blood. My presence was not unnoticed by the stranger as he turned his head to stare at me with mad eyes. "Well, well. What have we here," he took a few steps towards me as his grin stretched in madness, "a little girl with Juri's blood." My knees shook in fear, my body frozen in place. "A fine appetizer before my main meal, I'll bet." He raised his whip in the air to lash at me.
Before the whip hit me, it was stopped and tangled with another blood whip. "Stay away from her." Master breathed out heavily as he yanked his whip, forcing the stranger to fall back a few steps away from me. "Your fight is with me, brother. Not my daughter."
If I wasn't frozen in place before, well I sure was now. Master hasn't ever called me that, not ever. Not since my eyes first opened. I stared at master with wide eyes at this. He then spoke more words I was not familiar with. "Ryda, go inside and hide. Let father and your big brother take care of the big-scary-man." He flashed me a small smile that seemed sad and almost apologetic.
My body took his words as an order and before I could even process any thoughts I was already running into the mansion. My body carried me to the back exit on the other side of the mansion, determined to make it to my old hiding place. Where I used to hide when mistress was angered with me and I managed to escape my punishments. Three steps away from my spot, a small shelf high up on the wall in a dark corner of the back pantry, arms grabbed me and I was pulled into a chest.
A soundless scream ripped through me when fangs bit down on my shoulder, the disgusting sound of the little amount of blood in my body being drained away. Get away from me! Get away from me! Get away from me! I screamed in my mind, Get away, get away, get away! A gust of wind came from nowhere and the deranged scream of a level E echoed out as his body was now slowly falling apart, his blood now a red coloured snow. My mismatched eyes stared at the pile of ash and snow. Did I do that?
Wasting no time I found myself running once again, ripping open the back door and running straight. My vision was foggy and my body tired, but I didn't stop running. I just had one thought racing through my head, run.
I have no idea how long I was running for, nor how far I had gone. All I knew was that my body was at its limit, the wound from where that level E had bitten me was not closing and more of my blood was spilling out. Weak from malnutrition my body has practically lost all ability to heal at a normal rate for a vampire.
My feet itched from the frozen grass beneath it and soon I found myself collapsing on my knees where I stood. My body fell forward with a loud thud, my vision now blurred as I slowly lost consciousness--the snow crunching under me and biting at my cheek. As my eyes started to become heavy and my mind began to wander, the sound of a woman shouting and feet rushing towards me. That was the last thing my mind could register before everything went black.
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A bit to late to say this, but yes, I am back. Well actually I'm procrastinating on studying for my finals that are worth 50% of my marks. Uni life... yeah I'm totally drained.
Anyways, I'm back for now. I wont be finishing my other pieces of work till after my exams are over--for those of you who might be wondering--so please be patient with me *bows*
Oh, also I don't own any of the images that will be used. I just got them off of google, but if any of you know the original creators comment it so I can give them credit.
The images of rough sketches or notes that Ryda will scribble, they will be in the next few chapters, are mine though.
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The Unknown - Vampire Knight
FanfictionA girl with no voice and a golden heart enters Cross Academy as a representative of the Senate. A girl with mismatched eyes, and a scared heart. Her name was Ryda, and she was a mute Pureblood. Her heart was shy, gentle, and fearful as a child. Afte...