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[ Sakura Matou was always a tainted woman. But she couldn't help but fall in love in spite of how tainted she was, and it showed rather easily in so many ways -- how she showed sweet affection by cooking bentos, to how she would always watch from afar, almost a bystander in his life. Not to mention that he was her shield.

But then he left.

Up and disappeared.

That gave them the chance to corrupt her more, to turn her into what she was today. At first it was normal, like always... but now, it was something completely different; she practically craved for blood. She couldn't help it, though. That's how they made her into what was essentially a vampire.

Of course, she had qualities that didn't befit your ordinary folktale vampire. Her violet hair and eyes - which were forced upon her to begin with turned white and red. She could walk freely in the light of the day without any issues. But her abilities were strengthened and she became more powerful than she ever was before. She's no longer the weak Sakura that she used to be, completely defenseless that she couldn't even do anything unless they told her to.

However, she desired the blood of men. Sometimes she even craved more than that. If she didn't get what her body needed when her body's internal clock's time was up, she would go completely mad. But she drank in that madness and thrived on it. Of course, there were times when she wanted it to stop. When she wanted to just become normal again for the person that she loved... but at the same time, she was a monster. He could never love her like this.

She was certain of it.

Nevertheless, there's a house on top of a hill that's surrounded by a gate that seems to be almost practically abandoned. But if it was really abandoned, why is there a light turned on at the highest window? How peculiar. ]

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[ Maybe... she should just let go. The laughter doesn't die down at all in the slightest, and even though his words might be firm, there's still something cruel that has settled there. ]

Then, do you want to see? Just how different I am now?

[Her laughter does hurt him. It doesn't settle well with him, for some reason there is still a feeling, that something inside is screaming because of so much silence.

If only it was just a high school crush, this would be easier.

Even if she is hurt...she has to be there deep down.]

Yes, let me see you.

[he smiles very gently and speaks sweetly]

You still make Bento like no one else can?

Very well. I suppose I'll permit it this once.

[ At the top of the staircase, she appears. It's difficult to see her, given that she's dressed in all black, but it's her. The corruption runs across her face and her own shadow seems to expand with each barefooted step she makes.

There's something... terrifying about her, like there's something practically screaming enmity from her whole entire body. Her hair is white, her eyes dyed a dark, blood red. Her appearance alone is enough to make someone's blood run cold.

But if there's one thing that's the same about her, it's the ribbon she's always worn. ]

[He sees her, and the enmity that screeches from her, to him. Is evidence of inner pain. Then he smiles when he sees the ribbon.

He walks closer to her, despite how his body wants to run, he sees the little ribbon as a sign of his love still being in there. And pushes himself to get closer, regardless of how his body screams to run]

My...My darlin...did I hurt you this much?

[He says full of love]

Don't call me that.

[ The words are bitter and dark-- and unfortunately for him, while the ribbon is something that she's worn all this time, it wasn't something from him in the slightest bit. It's a sentimental item that she's had even before she met him.

Something that means more to her than he could ever guess. ]

You don't understand anything. You knew nothing about me. Nothing.

[He closes his eyes and looks down sadly. She can't be completely gone, she can still heal. That ribbon MEANS something, so she can feel something other then hate]

Your right...and I'm sorry...

I just noticed things, felt things off you. And they were more then skin deep.

I see someone that just so hurt...and is screaming with so much rage just so the world can hear her for once.

And I'm soo...soo sorry...that I didn't get it, and that it's hurt you this much.

So? That's it? You're just going to apologize and think that I'll just simply forgive you? It isn't that simple.

[He shakes his head, he speaks sadly, but still filled with nothing but love toward her]

No. I don't expect you to forgive me, I loved you and I should have tried harder to reach you.

There is nothing I can do about that...But I still love you, so I want to carry your burden with you.

If you would let me...for once, love you the way I should have.

Edited 2018-08-21 23:22 (UTC)