Guilty Love ( vampire knight )

chapter 19 damnation

I always wondered why humans had the need to express their emotions...

Ever since I could remember, I've always found it a precious thing how easily they could express upon those feelings kept deep inside.

Hate

Betrayal

Anger

Kindness

Compassion

Guilt

Sadness

Revenge

...

Love 

From the shadows of our closed world, I could see it all. The expressions and voiced out emotions that humans are so easily able to show off. Yet what's reflected in their eyes gazing back at our own would only be considered hatred and despise.

Our kind has always guarded themselves so closely that often I feel as if we ourselves have cut our ties with humanity. Often we are said to not have that humanity but only refer to us as blood-sucking demons. The only time I have seen human emotions within our kinds' eyes would be that when having drunk our fill of blood or on the search for prey. The reflection amusement and mischief as well as fake kindness.

I had always felt like an alien, a stranger standing between a borderline between the humans with their genuine humanity and my own kind forced to block our own emotions behind glass masks. In my own eyes, both seemed equally monsters at times. Who is the one who decides who are the monsters and who are the innocent? In my own eyes for years humans have often appeared to me as the monsters killing innocent vampires who only wished to live among their own kind. Fearing us for own difference and for our unchangeable cravings for blood. Yet we can't change who we are no matter how much we wish we could.

Humans find it natural to kill animals in order to feed themselves and find it in their rights to fight against one another for what they wish. Yet when we do the same we are sought out and killed. So who can decide who are the monsters?

He had been one of the few who hasn't seen we with that reflection in his eyes as I had seen on so many. Watching him grow from a child to a young adult. Smiling at me and treating me as if we were the same. A substitute mother or sister. Yet now all I can see in his eyes are that same reflection I have seen for so many years. 

Moaning the intense pain of her drying throat called Miyu back out of the darkness as she struggled to open her tired heavy eyes. She found herself laying on the sofa of a dark cold room. Still wearing the dress she had picked for the ball as a large red stain spread on her shoulder down the right side of her body. A small pool of blood dripping from her hand to the floor. Gazing up she could see the bright moon shining through the uncurtained windows.

"You're awake." A voice spoke out as she heard footsteps growing close to her. Tiredly she turned her head to the side as she watched Shizuka walk over to her blood still spilling from her wound. Siting up she pressed her hand over her shoulder.

"Where are we?" Miyu asked as she looked around the dark room.

"Somewhere where we won't be disturbed, "Shizuka said with a small frown gazing down at her bloody hand.  

"How troublesome, even against vampire weapons our abnormal healing is limited," Shizuka said as she walked over to the window gazing out at the night sky.