• ChAptEr 1
    ~night night night~

    dAy 1
    I walk up the porch to my new house, this is my 99th new house. My mission: get sent out within a week. This is all I got left for me-my game. I, was sent from house to house. It used to hurt, to get ripped from a family after finding out they really didn’t love me. But after the 13th house, it became like a game- go in and try to get out as soon as possible, exposing the truth behind what people are really like- and even growing in knowledge as I go.
    This new house seems forgotten-the grass, the trees, everything is dead. It’s amazing that some would- no could live here… I’m taking the game here again, last time-number 84 to be exact-was 2 weeks 1 day there, but it was on the other side of this town. Being back seems nostalgic, yet melancholy.
    I step forward into the dusty mansion. “This is new, well not the house-it pretty old, but it’s the 1st outa 99 houses to be a mansion THIS big!” I said. Then I leaned against the wall, dozing off.

    D4Y Z
    I wake up to notice school already started. I jump up, dust off my clothes, and run-off to school. I walk down the halls, stopping before the chem. Lab. –ugh, chemistry, I hate chemistry- Seems to be the only thing on my mind.
    I turn the doorknob slowly and sneak in the room. “Shannon, your late. And considering you have just been here about 3 months ago-”
    “Two months, six days, and twenty-three hours, to be EXACT.” I muse, interrupting him “And it’s MS. Shannon to you.”
    I quickly regain my seat of power right after entering school again, lovely. “Just, take your seat-if you will- I need to being class.” he saids, but I heard it- A trace of fear in his voice. So with a devilish smile, I walk over and sit down at my usual spot. The person that had sat there moved as soon as I walk that way.
    “Hey. Someone was sitting there already, but theres a seat in the back table.” Someone taps me on my shoulder. Everyone gasps, and look at him with their eyes wide waiting to see him in shreds. But I can tell, he was new-and good looking, mostly. He had light-icy eyes, with long, deep crimson hair. He was tall, and medium width, looked strong too- well strong enough. He couldn’t take me on, I sort of felt bad for him. So I let him slide- noticing a tattoo on his upper shoulder, a cross of a demon with blood drizzled down it.
    “Ah, I didn’t know I'm quiet sorry. Allow me to introduce my self- I, am Shan-la, kaitou no tadashi. Mi amore-You are?”
    “Ikutou Ichioma”
    “Well, iki-wa, the pleasure is ALL mine.”
    “Umn lets sit- teach looks mad.”
    “Fair thee well---I’ll enjoy your company, iki-wa” I whisper.
    I take my seat, in the back. Everyone is awe-struck. ‘SHE listened to HIM?! Written all over their faces.’ I look up to see iki sitting across from me- a statuette of perfect proportions, elegant in every way. I can’t stop myself any more.
    My eyes turn red, glowing with anticipation. Ringlets under my eyes show my thirst. My classmates scream. The teacher tells everyone to get out into the halls. They lock the doors. But Iki is still in there, sitting in the corner. Fear coats his eyes. His eyes stare at me. I feel a tinge of pain strike right through me.
    “Shan-la? R--right? P--Please…….d--don’t hurt m--me!”He shouts. The teacher and students watch though the windows. I look at him, slowly-slowly I break down.
    “What-what have I done?”I whisper as I fall to my knees and slope to the floor. “Iki…I’m sorry…”
    “Shan-la I-”
    I’m already at his neck, my lips brush his throat. “Iki-wa, please-”I start but he interrupts.
    “Shan-la, go ahead. Just-just please don’t kill me.”
    I look at him, his eyes locked on mine. I watch his face as he glances down at me, I move my mouth to his neck. *CRUMP* I bite into him. I slowly drink the warm, metallic liquid. My eyes close. *drip-drip-drip* Blood drops onto the floor.
    I stop. This doesn’t feel right. I know I haven’t drunk in a while but his blood tastes too different then it should. I draw back, licking up the last few drizzles running down this neck. I look up at him, his eyes look directly at me.
    It’s like he’s staring directly through me. I can’t stand it anymore. I just can’t… I back away, get up and run. He reaches out and grabs my hand. I turn and smack him with the length of my hand. I gasp.
    “I-” He lets go of me, and reaches up to feel his cheek. It’s burned red with flesh. I want to reach for hi, hold him in my arm and say I'm sorry. I want to protect him. But I know Oh-Too-Well that that is not possible. I cause pain, I hurt people. I can never protect anyone.