Vampire Academy

So, this is a story that I tried to write but I never really got into it. It's only about 12 pages long (I know, it's a failure) and more of a fanfiction for the story Vampire Knight. I figured that I might as well show everyone, since I won't be writing it again.

Oh, and if you take the story, I will eat your face xD (Unless you credit to me, of course, because otherwise you can do whatever you want. Copy the story itself and credit it to me, or you can steal the plotline and I'll be fine with it, since I didn't even make it up)

The title wasn't my official one, or a WIP (Work In Progress) as my friend would call it.

Prologue ~

The woman could no longer speak. Her lower lip barely managed to quiver, her chest barely able to rise. Like a building collapsing under no more than chipped columns, her life was slowly crashing down to the darkness that surrounded her.

   Life seemed more precious than ever, like a rare jewel in a million stones, especially when it was yours.

   In the darkness, though, life still held on. The woman’s was fading, yet one was still bright and thriving. It was changed, but still alive. It’s small; ten year old hand clasped her bloodied one, clutching it tighter as hers became weaker. So delicate, holding onto lost hope, the woman thought. So brave to keep a hold onto something that was lost.

   Yet the sobs of the life carried on, crying for her. The hand that clasped hers was no more than a child’s. The poor child’s cry echoed throughout the dark cavern, in what seemed like an endless trap for both her and her son.

   “Please,” Her little boy cried. “Please don’t die.”

   That sentence was music to the woman’s ears. The cries of her little boy somehow soothed her, putting her mind to rest. The woman managed to smile, tears fading away on the surface of her eyes. “My boy,” She whispered. “Be brave.”

   The woman did not feel any more pain. She no longer faced to burden of rising her chest again, no longer clinging to the life that she held so dear. There was no more hope for her.

   “No,” The little boy cried. He rested his head on his mother’s chest, and felt it going cold. Tears began to seep into her soft clothes.

   It was only fear that remained now, only the feeling of loneliness in this dark, dark cave. The boy shut his eyes and squeezed them tight. “This is a dream,” He cried. “This is all a dream!”

   “That’s right,” It was the scary vampire man, the one who had chased him and his mother and trapped them in the cave. He was the one who killed his mother by biting her in the neck.

   “That’s right, little boy,” The vampire repeated, his voice dark in the cave, echoing through the moist stone walls. “This is all a dream. When you wake up, it’ll all be over.”

   The boy opened his eyes as he heard the voice come closer. His mother’s blood was smeared all over his face, coating his dark black hair from root to tip. He wanted to wash it all off, ruin the evidence of his mother’s death. Forget she was even alive.

   “Come here, boy,” The vampire taunted from the darkness. “Let me see the fear in your eyes.” Scratching sounds flittered through the cave. The vampire could crawl along walls, up on ceilings. The boy had seen it. It had long, long claws that had managed to skim the boy’s arm, and it hurt a lot. But the boy just clenched his fists and stared off at the darkness, somewhere.

   The boy screamed when he felt the vampire land on him from above. He was no match for a grown-ups weight.

   The vampire knocked the boy onto the ground. He hit the rock so hard that it knocked the wind out of his lungs. But that was the least of his concern.

   The vampire’s claws split deep into the boy’s little shoulders, and he cried out in pain. The boy kicked and struggled, but with every movement the claws sank in deeper and deeper, and all he could do was scream and scream.

   The vampire’s eyes glowed brightly in the darkness. It stared down at him, glinting red. The boy could almost imagine the hungry grin on its face.

   “Now, come on, boy,” The vampire hissed. “Be brave, like mommy told you. You’re screaming like a child.”

   “He is a child.” It was a man’s voice. It flooded in with light as the cave entrance slid open. The boy’s eyes were so adjusted to the dark that he could hardly make out the man, and he had to squint to make sight of him. He was a shadow standing in the way of light, with a slender build. His voice was light, like he lacked in manliness. Yet he was so brave to stand up to a vampire.

   The vampire’s head snapped back towards the light. It hissed, and with the boy in his possession, jumped up and grabbed hold of the ceiling. The boy cried as the claws detached themselves from his flesh and onto the roof of the cave. The vampire hissed again, gripping the boy tightly against his side. “He’s mine,” It spat. “He belongs to me.”

   The boy kicked and cried and kicked again, trying to wriggle out of the vampire’s grasp. The vampire clutched him tightly, though, and the more he squirmed, the tighter its hold became. The boy could hardly breathe.

   “Nothing belongs to you,” The man said. “He is a living being. Only a little boy. Let him go, vampire, and I’ll let you go unharmed.”

   The vampire scowled. “You wouldn’t let me go, even if I did hand over the boy.” The vampire snarled. “Vampire Hunter.”

   It spat Vampire Hunter like it had a bitter taste to it. The man just stood tall. “That is untrue.” He stated.

   “If you are going to kill me,” The vampire hissed through his sharp, ugly fangs. “Then I’ll have one last meal!”

   The vampire screeched, but then plunged its blood-hungry fangs into the side of the little boy’s throat. The boy screamed, but the scream turned into a gurgle under his own blood welling in his throat. The vampire was drinking his blood.

   A loud gunshot rattled the cave walls. At first, the vampire kept sucking. But then the boy and the creature fell from the ceiling and landed with a thud. The boy felt the vampire’s bones break under him and the rocks. It had softened his landing, but the boy was still in pain. The bite on his neck was throbbing more than he could bear, and it seeped blood. The boy cried, gripping his neck.

   The man ran over to the boy and kneeled down beside him. He touched the bite with his fingertips. “It’ll be okay,” He said, but he sounded unsure. “Can you stand?”

   The boy was about to cry more, but he remembered the vampire’s words, “Be brave, like mommy told you. You’re screaming like a child.”

   The boy tightened his chest and fought the pain. The tears began to fade but the pain didn’t leave.

   The man reached his hand down and grabbed the boy’s hand lightly. He helped the boy up to his feet.

   The boy’s world swayed and he lost his balance for a moment, and fell onto the man. The man caught him, but the boy hardened his expression and pushed away from the man, punching him in the side by accident. The man hardly even seemed to feel it.

   The boy hardly fought the tears as he remembered that his mother and father were dead. He was lonely.

Mika opened the door and saw the Headmaster standing in the doorway. His long blond hair was, as usual, tied up behind his head, and his circular glasses reflected the warm light from inside.

   “Oh, hi, Headmaster.” Mika said. “Where were you? I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

   The Headmaster smiled. “Well, I was out hunting for vampires, Mika.”

   Mika’s eyes grew curious. “But I thought you didn’t hunt anymore, Headmaster. You said that vampires can be at peace with humans.”

   The Headmaster shrugged. “Yes, well, I wasn’t going hunting originally, but then I . . .”

   Mika looked into the Headmaster’s eyes. It was odd for the Headmaster to be so hesitant; normally he was quite the chatterbox. Of course, maybe it was just because it was only Mika and him, but still, she was sure he could chat up quite the storm.

   The Headmaster frowned, and that was when Mika realized that they weren’t alone. The Headmaster stepped aside a little and Mika gasped. Behind him stood a boy, about her age. He had blue eyes and black, spiky hair, but it was coated in blood. His face was smeared with red. The clothes he wore were soaked with blood, but he was covered by the headmaster’s overcoat. He didn’t look at Mika, instead stared off into space.

   “What happened?” Mika gasped with wide eyes. The Headmaster stepped in out of the dark. It was snowing outside, casting grey flecks against the black background. “He and his family were attacked by a bad vampire,” The Headmaster said quietly, bringing the boy with him. He shut the door behind him.

   Mika stared at the boy. He looked hurt, not just physically. There was a certain fear in his eyes that Mika couldn’t comprehend, like he was replaying horrible scenes in his head, over and over. Mika felt hurt for him, too.

   The Headmaster looked down at the boy. “I need you to get him cleaned up. I’ll make something to eat for you two, okay?”

   Mika nodded as the Headmaster slipped out of the warmly lit hallway and into the kitchen. Mika kept staring at the boy for a moment, but finally said, “I’m Mika.”

   The boy hardly even glanced at her, but Mika saw life flicker in his eyes. Mika reached out her hand. “Can I . . . is it okay if I take your hand?”

   This time, the boy turned his head. He looked at Mika through hurting eyes. Mika looked back at him, her eyes wide and curious, but she gently clasped her hand around his bloodied one. It was freezing from the cold.

   The boy looked down at her hand. And to Mika’s surprise, he squeezed it. Mika let her lips work into a weak smile and she clutched it back.

   Mika led him down the hall and into the bathroom. The tile floor gleamed white against the red on his skin.

   Mika turned on the bath as hot as it could go. The water steamed out of the faucet as she reached her hand to his sleeve. “Can I take this off?”

   The boy was unresponsive, but he watched as she helped take the overcoat off his shoulders. She took off his shirt and gasped.

   Blood ran all the way down to his hip from his neck. It was smeared all over his torso. Mika looked at his neck to see two deep bite marks spaced evenly apart, both oozing with blood.

   Mika grabbed a cloth and dipped it into the hot water. She gently placed it on his neck and rubbed softly. The boy just winced.

   “What happened?” Mika asked. The boy didn’t say anything. “Oh,” Mika said. “I understand. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

   “No,” The boy said. Mika’s hand froze in surprise. His voice didn’t quaver in sadness or pain. It was straight and strong. “It’s okay.”

   Mika stared for a moment but then returned to her cleaning. “You know, I’m an orphan, too.” After the boy didn’t say anything, she was afraid he wouldn’t speak to her again. “I was rescued by the Headmaster. He saved me from a vampire.” She continued.

   The boy’s interest spiked. He glanced at her, almost unaware of the pain from his wounds. “You were?”

   Mika nodded. “Yup. I was five years old, and all I remember was seeing this person with huge, sharp teeth jump at me. But the Headmaster saved me. He’s officially adopted me, but I still call him Headmaster.” Mika smiled. “He’s been like my father ever since. And he’s quit vampire hunting and opened an academy. It’s especially for vampires, but we have evening classes and day classes. All the normal kids are in the day classes, and the vampires are in the night classes. They don’t share dorms, but they have special events together, like dances and all.” Mika sounded happy. “But the academy is for big kids. I’m not old enough to attend yet, but when I’m a big kid, I will be! The Headmaster is homeschooling me for now, but someday I’ll be able to go to a real school and have real friends.”

   “Oh,” The boy said quietly. “School.”

   “How old are you, anyways?” Mika asked, her voice slowly getting brighter. The boy blinked and said, “Ten.”

   “Me too!” Mika yipped like a puppy. “I think I already told you, but I’m Mika. What’s your name?”

   “I’m . . .” The boy took a moment to think. “I’m Jiro.”

   Mika placed her finger on her lower lip, and thought for a moment. “Jiro . . . I don’t know any Jiro’s. Nice to meet you, Jiro!”

Part 1 ~ Long Live the Dead

“No, I mean, wait . . . huh? That doesn’t make sense!”

   Jiro sighed and rested his head on his hands. “We’ve gone over it seven times, Mika.” He groaned in his deep voice. “How do you not get it?”

   I whimpered and stared down at my paper. I hated disappointing Jiro, but I just didn’t understand math. It wasn’t like I was going to be a mathematician or whatever when I grew up, so why should I even do it? I’d rather be doing something more fun.

   “Well, I mean, if you rounded this number . . . wait, what is n?”

   Jiro looked at me like I just decided to kill myself with a fork. “You’re kidding, right?”

   I bit my lip and frowned. “Well, maybe, I dunno . . .”

   Jiro moaned and opened his mouth to speak just as Headmaster came in. His blond hair was greying, but he was still healthy as ever. He liked to cook, and I could tell he was in the mood because he was wearing his lucky apron decorated with pictures of cakes and cupcakes. He had four aprons, but this was his favourite.

   “Hello you two,” Headmaster said. “How’s the math going?”

   “Horrible.” Jiro muttered.

   “I don’t understand!” I whined, dropping my head in my hands. “I hate grade nine. Midterm sucks. I’m gonna have to go to summer school!”

   Headmaster swung open the fridge and picked out some home-made icing. “I don’t think you’re that bad, Mika,” He said, placing the bowl on the counter. “I mean, how bad can you get?”

   Jiro looked just like he was about to answer in a very un-encouraging answer when Headmaster said, “Don’t answer that.”

   I looked up at Jiro, my eyes finding their way to his neck. Two small scars lived there, right on the surface of his skin. Reminders that he could never forget what happened that night four years ago, so that every time he look at himself in the mirror, he would see his mother and father, and the vampire.

   Jiro had never really been very social with anyone since his parents died. He didn’t like talking to people, and he never passed up the chance to end a conversation. Not really with me, of course, because Jiro and I shared a special relationship. Even though he’s normally just as solitary with me as he is with everyone else, it’s those special moments when he talks to me. When he really talks to me, when he tells me what’s bothering him or what’s on his mind. That doesn’t happen very often, but normally Jiro is bothered by something. Like vampires, for instance.

   The thing Jiro hates most is vampires themselves. Because one killed his family, he’s held a grudge against them forever. When the evening class comes, he watches them like they were the ones that murdered his family. But the vampires in the evening class are different. They’re here to promote peace between the vampires and humans, even though, of course, no one knows about them. Only select people do: the hunters, Headmaster, Jiro and I and a few others. Anyone else who finds out gets their memories erased. It’s harmless, but kind of confusing. And some people end up remembering after awhile, so we still have to be extra cautious.

   The only people Jiro trusts is me and Headmaster. He’s too solitary to express any of his feelings on a normal basis. Jiro’s different, and it always looks like he’s depressed. He mumbles everything, so much that it can sometimes get annoying. I’ve tried to talk him into speaking up, but he just ignores me.

   “Okay, let’s try again . . .” Jiro mumbled, pointing to my paper.

   We’ve been friends ever since that day. After his parents died, Jiro didn’t talk to anyone for days. He didn’t eat, either. But he came around, and eventually became comfortable with his new home. I was surprised when Headmaster adopted him, too. Headmaster hadn’t planned adopting children. He told me once that I was enough for him, but yet he adopted Jiro so suddenly. Like Jiro was a special exception, he was living with us before I even realized it.

   But I’m happy that Headmaster adopted Jiro. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

   “. . . so n equals three-hundred.” Jiro finished his sentence. I looked down at where he was pointing, to a messy equation that I had written at the beginning of our study session. I probably looked a bit dumb at the moment.

   “Do you get it now?” Jiro asked. I scratched the back of my head innocently. “Heh, yeah, I do. That’s . . . really easy.”

   For a moment, a look of relief flashed in Jiro’s eyes. But then he sighed deeply. “You’re a horrible liar.” He muttered.

   “I’m sorry!” I broke out, looking at the paper. “I was just so lost in thought that I didn’t hear you! I’m sorry, Jiro. Just explain it one more time?”

   Jiro moaned quietly but nodded. “Okay. You’d better listen this time.”

   I nodded energetically. “I will, I promise.”