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WHO: Krul Tepes and Mikaela Hyakuya
WHERE: their place
WHEN: End of August
WHAT: Mika finally finds Krul much to her dismay, boo.
WARNINGS: Possible bone breakage? Hunger pains? Blood? They're vampires.

[ Her current headspace can best be described as distorted. Completely and utterly twisted out of the shape it usually holds to the point where she's more or less disappeared from the few who know her. She's seen the messages left to her from a certain blond-haired vampire and has ignored each and every single one of them... which, she figures has only amped up the blond's concern for just where she might be and what might be going on.

Of course, it might not be like that at all either. Maybe he's glad she hasn't been around. Allows him to have his precious Yuu all to himself, doesn't it? And to no longer have such a powerful vampire as herself dictating their lives and watching their every move, it's a sort of freedom for themselves, isn't it? Besides, isn't that what they've both wanted for so long now? To simply run away with each other? Run away from the humans, the vampires, and everything else that threatens to use them?

If she could have done that with her brother then perhaps she wouldn't be where she is right now.

Which is... laying across the bed within the shared house, limp and lifeless, blood dripping from her fingers that hand over the side of the bed. She stares to the ceiling with crimson red eyes, thoughts of her brother swirling within her mind and how unfair it is that she be here surrounded by idiots who have each other while she's left with nothing. After everything she's done... everything she's been through to try and find her brother, to bring him back to her, to kill every single human that stood in her way of having her brother back in her life... and it's been all for nothing. All this time he had been a prisoner to Yuu and the humans, used as a weapon to kill her and her kind, the very kind which her brother had first been before he had been tortured and experimented on to become a demon- a slave to the humans.

She's granted Yuu immortality and how did her beloved son act? Ungrateful. Distrustful. Not even a single thank you for giving him the one thing he's wanted more than anything else in his pitiful existence: to have the one he loves and cares for by his side forever. What a miserable little brat. The things she's done to have that very same thing with her brother... and that's the sort of thanks she gets.

It probably explains why there's deep claw marks running across the walls down the hall toward Krul's room, stopping right outside the room. Probably doesn't help that she hasn't exactly been feeding either due to her simply not caring and perhaps entertaining the idea of becoming a demon herself in perhaps joining her brother that way.

It's not like anyone would care after all. ]

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[Mika doesn't understand quite why Krul has been so evasive. Perhaps she misses having her servants and lackies around, given that she's used to controlling all of Japan. She only has the two of them to boss around and the change must be hard, but that doesn't explain why she'd avoid them so completely.]

[If he's completely honest with himself, it makes him worried. Krul is much older and more powerful than him, so he's not concerned that she'll get hurt, but still. Something is up and she's not sharing it with him. They might all be in danger for all he knows.]

[That's also why, when he finally finds the room she's in, the hairs on the back of his neck stands up. The claw marks are warning enough that he should run, yet he can't help but follow the path to her door and knock. (It's silly to give whoever is in there a warning that he's arrived, but old habits die hard and Krul would be mad at him for showing disrespect.)]

[When he's met with silence, Mika opens the door, against his better judgement.]

[ Mika's stepping into her room is not exactly anything that she's in the mood for and so, she ignores the blond vampire at first while she lays there on her bed. She knew he was coming, had ample time in dashing out the window should that be something she thought was necessary (barreling past him was simply the default option) and yet, she didn't bother.

So instead, she remains there on her bed, blood drip drip dripping from the tips of her fingers into a small puddle on the hardwood floors. It's without even bothering to lift her head or throw her attention his direction that she speaks then. ]

My, how unhappy you must be to have finally found me, hm?

Unhappy?

[He steps into the room, alarmed by the scent of blood. She rarely brings food into her room as far as he's seen, so why would that change now?

But then it hits him that he knows this blood, like the scent of a favourite dish. He lived on it and it alone for years. Swallowing, he turns to her, eyes wide as he finally sees the source of the scent. Krul is injured. Despite the growing alarm bells in the back of his head, he comes up to the bed, reaching for her arm to stop the bleeding.]

...Who did this to you?

[ Who did this to her? That's enough to almost make her laugh and yet, she doesn't. Instead, lips curl slowly into a smile as she continues to stare to the ceiling even as he reaches out to stop the bleeding. What a silly child she has. ]

Who? [ She almost sounds offended that he would suggest such a thing. ] I did it to myself. I was hungry.

[ Even as she says the words, she doesn't bother to move or to look to the blond and rather, keeps her gaze fixated on the ceiling as though it were the most fascinating thing she's ever seen in her existence. ]

I'm still hungry but I don't want to drink. Not anymore.

[Nothing she could have said would have been as alarming as that. It is Krul who explained to him how demons are made, so he understands just how dangerous it is to ignore her wounds. He squeezes her wrist, unsure what to do with his free hand. Krul is paler than usual and it makes him scared.]

You have to. I have some bags in my room--

I said I don't want to drink.

[ Her tone is firm, snatching her wrist away from Mika and bringing the tips of her fingers to her lips to which she lazily licks the dripping blood off with her tongue. It's... not enough, not even close, and yet she still does so with a lazy sort of look in her eyes. ]

Why aren't you with your dear Yuu? You should be keeping an eye on him.

[ Still she doesn't look to him, dropping her arm across her stomach. ]

What does Yuu-chan have to do with this?

[Even if he doesn't understand, it nevertheless makes him feel guilty. Yuu should be protected. Perhaps he's doing something wrong by looking for Krul, but it's not like he has a choice. Mika can only hope that nothing will happen to Yuu while he's here.]

[Tensely, he reaches for her wrist once again.]

He's safe. I've been looking for you.

Why?

[ She flicks her wrist away from him again and this time, she stares to him, eyes of crimson cold and piercing. ]

What do you care? You have your dear Yuu with you forever now. What exactly do I mean to you? Don't you hate me, dear Mikaela? For what I've done to you? What I've done to dear Yuu?

[ Even as she speaks there's ice in her voice, the tips of her nails harshly scratching at the inside of her palm and drawing more blood that drips down her wrist and onto the sheets she lays upon. ]

What does it matter to you if I'm gone?

You hurt me for your own amusement. You took Yuu from me. I have every right to be angry.

[His own honestly shocks him, but it feels like he's following a path he can't step off of. Does he hate her? Yes, some times. But not all of the time. She has protected him more times than she has hurt him. Even if he hurts it doesn't mean he wants her dead. Ignoring her clear warnings to give her space, he looks into her eyes.]

And yet, you're still the best parent I ever had. Of course it matters to me.

[ What an infuriating answer to give. Honestly, who raised him? The irritation is difficult for her to mask this time and she squeezes her hand tighter and TIGHTER, allowing more of her blood to drip down her wrist and stain the sheets she lays on. ]

I took your humanity from you and made you into the monster that you'll always be. You're my dog even now. And now? So is Yuu. So tell me... what do you care?

It doesn't matter to you if I care or not.

[Still, what she says hits a sore spot. He is her dog and they are both trapped now. If Mika could choose they'd both be human, not living this cursed existence.]

[But that's how life is, isn't it? He has to roll with the punches, otherwise he might as well give up. His gaze lingers on her bloody hand for a long, hungry moment, before he looks up again, placing a hand under her neck as support. Mika wants her to sit up, but he's also very aware of how little she wants to be touched.]

I don't want you to hurt yourself.

[ Who taught this child his manners? Because he's clearly LACKING in them currently if he thinks touching her of all people is a good idea right now.

Clearly he's not thinking.

His touch only further causes her nails to tear into her own flesh, digging under skin and allowing blood to flow more freely down her wrist and arm; it doesn't even hurt what with an immortal life. ]

No one cares! No one but Ashera does and he's gone!

[ It's at that she shoves at Mika's shoulder HARD. Not enough to send him flying through the wall or anything but enough to give him the message to not touch her as she pulls away from him, blood splattering across the wall. ]

Ungrateful brat.

Ashera?

[The push is sharp but not as powerful as what she can normally muster. Mika can't decide if it's because her heart's not in it or if she's really, really suffering from bloodloss or it's because she's thinking of her brother.]

[Mika's worried; the scent is almost overpowering at this point. Missing Ashera or not, it's dangerous to get to close to the edge between vampire and demon. He comes back to her side, glaring as he reaches for her hand again. How much blood can she lose? Swallowing (and trying to ignore his own thirst) he asks:]

When's the last time you fed?

[ Yes, Ashera. Her brother, the one who, had he not been taken from her, Mika would more than likely be dead along with Yuu as it was only by her hand that they were spared, that they were not killed on the spot along with the others. How so very lucky for them.

When he reaches for her hand this time, she lunges forward with that very same hand and presses the palm of it to his mouth... the palm that's been torn apart and blood flows from. She stares to him around her bleeding hand, eyes piercing his own crimson red. ]

What does it matter to you?

[Mika flinches, his mind stopping in its tracks when the bloody wound is pushed into his face. Blinking, he simply freezes up: the instinct is to grab a hold of her hand and lick as much of it off, but his mind is still screaming how bad of an idea it is.]

[Instincts win. He places a hand over hers, holding it in place as he sinks his fangs into her wrist. Mika holds her gaze as he does so, wondering just how badly she must miss her brother to react this way.]

[He hopes the bite will soften the anguish somewhat, perhaps even make her pass out.]

[ The sting of fangs sinking into her skin is enough to send a rush of feeling through her lithe figure as Mika pulls her blood into his mouth and for a moment, it reminds her of years ago when he was still newly turned and came to her, desperate for her blood in some attempt to try and fight off the hunger that practically choked him from the inside out. It's sweet, in a way, that he could still come to want her blood like this what with having had Yuu and all and still having him to drink from even if his blood is no longer filling.

She laughs a little, soft and fluttering, watching as her blond little son drinks from her like he always use to and she reaches out with her other hand to gently stroke her fingers through his hair. The act is gentle- caring and strangely out of place almost given her lashing out at him mere seconds ago.

It's only after a moment that she comes to press herself against him, wrist still held firmly within Mika's grasp as she drops her chin to his shoulder, letting the boy drink and be drained in the process. She's been bleeding out for some time now, hasn't fed in a number of days and with the way that high ranking progenitor's blood is often so addictive to lower vampires, she almost fully expects Mika to drain her to the point of death and so her eyes fall shut as tears roll down her cheeks. ]

Ashera...

[ She mutters her brother's name, recalling times when they would do this with each other and if she keeps her eyes closed long enough, she can pretend it's him and not Mika, fingers caressing through his hair still. But Mika's hair is not like her brother's. It's short and sticks out... not long and soft like silk as Ashera's was. That alone has her eyes slowly open... glazed over and distant from this moment between them as faint swirls of purple slowly begin to creep across her face. ]

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[Mika's not comforted by her laugh or the way she softens as he bites her. However, he does calm down when she curls around him, putting her fingers in his hair in the same fashion she's always done. Physical contact has always had that effect on him, whether it's Krul or Yuu touching him. (He rarely lets others close enough. Only them. It's a family privilege.)]

[But no matter how pleasant it is, he can't lose sight of the bigger picture. It's not a regular feeding. She's not doing him a favor by sharing her blood with him, liked they used to. She's hurting herself and Mika is just a tool to make it go quicker. At least that's what it feels like, despite how warm and high the blood makes him feel.]

[The demon markings spreading on her face is finally the warning Mika needs to withdraw from the bite, gasping as he holds her up. It's not his intention to turn her into a shadow of herself or dethrone her. Swallowing the blood, still feeling dizzy, he has to ask her a question before he continues.]

...Do you want to stay a vampire?

[ This has been a side of Krul in which she's never fully felt before... or at least, not in a few hundred- if not thousand years. Her brother is the only real emotional attachment she still has to her humanity and so for the idea that everything she's done to return him to her is for nothing and has been for nothing... it's why she sits up there in front of Mika with dazed eyes and the telltale swirls of demon possession gently crawling across the sides of her face.

His question, however, has her eyes look to him, as distant as her gaze is and, in the moment, she sees long flowing strands of purple and matching crimson eyes looking to her with a concerned look.

Ashera.

That alone has tears quietly roll down her cheeks even in this state and she continues to stare to Mika... to Ashera. ]

I miss you...

[ She mutters the words weakly, meaning them for Ashera and yet Mika's face flickers before her brother's image in and out. Her time is running out before she loses herself and becomes the very thing her brother was forced to become (because this is the First's fault) when he was taken away from her.

It's perhaps a split second decision... perhaps the way in which she recalls Ashera being taken from her that she grips at Mika tightly and presses her face to his neck, sinking her fangs into pale skin and pulls his blood into her mouth. ]

[Even when he expects it, the pain from the bite will always be a shock. Mika draws her close in a tense hug, supporting her smaller body against his own. It's impossible to deny how similar the situation is compared to when he was turned, even if it's reversed. At least Krul takes the initiative to drink without being forced.]

[She's very unlike Mika in that regard, but it's a relief that he doesn't have to force her. It's hard enough to see her anguish and her tears.]

[Instinctively, he reaches up to run his fingers through her pink hair, even as he feels his body go slack from the venom. Her bite should alarm him, but he knows she won't take more than what she needs. Mika tries to relax as she has her fill, trying not to think about how similar her vulnerable facial expression has been to Yuu's. Mika curls around her a little, feeling dazed.]

I won't go anywhere.

[ Vampire blood is never quite as satisfying as human blood and considered to be a taboo of sorts across their kind. Then again, Krul's known to dance the fine line of taboos as it is and so, this isn't so out of the ordinary for her, let alone with how often Mika drank her blood over the years before finally drinking Yuu's.

Even as she drinks from the blond vampire, her eyes remain glossed over, the coppery taste of blood warming her throat as she continues to pull it from Mika's neck, drinking him down as much as she can in her crazed state of hunger. To show such vulnerability to the blond, to have him see how much she misses her brother, how alone she feels with being here... only to Mika would such a thing be shown and it's because of a special kind of trust they have between each other in this complicated and unhealthy relationship that is the two of them. There's no one else who could possibly understand, no one else who would cradle her like this while she swallows down their blood greedily... no one else since Ashera.

It's after a little that her fangs withdraw from his neck and she pulls back from the crook of Mika's neck, the swirls of demon possession having retreated from the sides of her face and yet the exhaustion that she feels still written all over her face; it's emotional more than physical by this point. With a gentle hum, she presses her tiny frame against Mika and more or less curls herself against him, her head dropping against his chest, her eyes falling shut, passing out right there within his arms as her body goes limp and her mind slips away from her to thoughts of Ashera and how warm he also was when holding her like this. ]

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