Ethan peered down at the girl in his arms with soft eyes before they hardened on the injured vampire.
"The hatred burning in your eyes is terrifying, prince." The boy chuckled, trying to hide his pain, but paused when a flare of overwhelming power lashed out and forced him to rethink his decision. The glass walls of the greenhouse echoed with cracks and broken glass.
"Malik, you gotta control yourself!" the golden haired pretty boy warned his friend. Standing by the water fountain, having rescued Lisa, whose arm was thrown around his shoulder as the other rested around her waist.
Malik's gold eyes were glued to Alice. Unable to rip his eyes from the gruesome hole located on her shoulder or the puncture wounds on her legs and arms. Before the human eye could blink, Malik appeared before the kneeling vampire with a feral growl.
His body, fueled with undeniable rage, boiled for the vampire's death. But before he could rip out the throat of the one who dared put his beloved in such a state, the blade of a sword touched his neck. From behind, another person, a boy with short raven hair, aimed the barrel of a gun at his head.
"Prince Malik, while I understand your rage, this stupid fool is still under my family clan's authority. Meaning his punishment falls under me and my father, not you. I do not wish to start a feud between our two families because of the actions of a single idiot."
This charming but firm voice came from a woman with extraordinary beauty, cold ruby eyes clashed with gold angry orbs. Her long strands of rose red hair blew with the wind. In her hands was the hilt of a sword aimed at Malik's neck.
From behind Malik, a stern voice of a boy began to recite. "Fights on school grounds are prohibited except when administered by the school during night class Physical Ed lessons. Killing is a serious offense, resulting in expulsion from the school and several other severe punishments."
Unlike the girl who wore nothing but a black negligee gown, the moon's light basking down her fair smooth skin and slender figure, the boy was still in uniform.
The color theme was black and silver, the same as daytime students, but the style bore a resemblance to those worn by 'Gifted Students' minus the red armband with the emblem of two swords on his right arm. The boy was handsome with stony eyes resembling a starless night.
Walking over to Malik, whose gold eyes bled red for the vampire's blood, Ethan held Dia in his arms and said, "Restrain yourself. There's someone who needs your attention more."
These managed to sink sense into his head. Eyes regained their natural calm state. Not wanting to waste another second staring at the disgusting fiend, he quickly made his way to the auburn haired girl, who was assisted by students wearing black and silver uniforms. Their movements were precise, but gentle so as to not aggravate the wounds further.
When Alice was fully bandage, a pair of arms was about to reach out to her when an iron-grip took hold of their wrists, cold eyes glaring at him for his offense.
"Do not touch her. I'll take her there." Carefully, Malik gathered Alice into his arms, tenderly positioning her so that she was comfortable with her head lying against his chest before walking off.
"Damn, vampire! Gather your stuff! Our job here is not finished yet!" A boy with spiky short orange hair, wearing an eyepatch over his left eye, grumbled before yelling out orders to his subordinates.
"You can hand her over to me now." A girl wearing an eyepatch appeared next to Jasper, holding her hand out to receive Lisa. Jasper stared at the girl hand before redirecting his gaze on the damsel he rescued.
"It's okay. I got it from here!" With the looks of an angel, Jasper flashed the girl a beautiful smile that made her flush with heat. Jasper knew his actions were odd. He didn't even know this girl who he found to be very attractive. Relying on his gut feeling that didn't sit right with the idea of others taking her away from him.
"Oi, Wendy! Stop wasting precious time and get your ass moving!" yelled that same grouchy voice from before as the girl stuttered out a reply, obeying his command.
"Princess, I trust you to handle your subordinate and that he will be swiftly and accurately punished for his crimes." The boy in uniform aimed his gaze at the girl before calmly taking his leave.
"Tch, upright human!" The vampire, the one in charge of this messy affair, scoffed. Sighing with relieft, when the arrows in his shoulder disappeared as weakly stood on his feet and bowed his head to the woman with the rose red hair.
"My beautiful princess, please-"
"Daisy, restrain him!" On the girl's command, a cute petite girl, face void of emotion, wearing a short Lolita-inspired maid uniform, appeared. She twirled a long black handle before slamming the hammer into the boy's torso. Instantly his knees buckled and touched the ground again, saliva spewing from his mouth as he clutched his stomach.
"P-Princess, why...?"
"Shut up!"
The boy looked like a puppy kicked him, but her eyes remained unmoved, chillier than a wintery night. Raising her foot, she pressed the heel against the boy's head, burying his head into the stone ground. Without saying another word, the girl's eyes glowed red, displaying her anger. Repeatedly she stomped the boy's head deeper and deeper into the stone ground, forming a dent with his blood.
Each time the girl stomped her foot, the ground shook until finally, the boy was unconscious. His beautiful face ruined as the female vampire stopped her demonstrations. The maid standing next to her mistress's side instantly took out a white towel and wiped her mistress's foot clean.
"This is only just the beginning," she said to the unconscious boy before throwing a look at her maid.
"Daisy, grab this idiot." Obeying her mistress's order, the smaller girl picked up the boy and flung him over her shoulder as if he weighed nothing before following her mistress out of the greenhouse.
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Like a broken record, recollections of yesterday's events played inside Dia's head until she woke up with a gasp, clutching her chest. Yesterday's events were so surreal that she had a hard time believing they even took place.
Finally, Dia took notice of the bed; the room she was currently resting inside was not her dorm room. The room was burgundy with an old-style interior design, but the furniture like the bedside table, personal sitting area, and creamy-colored curtains was polished and seemed brand new. From across the room were two double doors that opened.
"So you're finally up." Strutting in the room like a female mob boss who owned the world was a captivating woman with brown skin and long raven hair sporting a three-piece maroon-colored suit with the jacket over her shoulders. Removing the cigar from her mouth, she handed it to her attendant, an older man in his late fifties or sixties dressed in a butler uniform.
The woman didn't seem old. In Dia's eyes, the woman looked to be in her mid-thirties, which brought up the question of the cane. Held in her right hand was an ink-black cane with the hilt of a dragon. Grabbing a chair, Dia grew nervous and a bit scared when the woman dragged it beside her bed and took a seat, crossing her long legs.
Just her presence alone alerted Dia that she was not a woman to be trifled with. Staring down at her creamy-colored bed sheets, she felt the woman's eyes probe inside her soul.
"Well, young lady, I'm expecting an explanation of yesterday night's events."
With a voice that commanded respect, leaning forward, the woman reached out her arm. A black gloved finger lifted Dia's head so their eyes could meet.
"I expect nothing but the truth. Do not leave out a single detail."
'She's terrifying,' mentally cried Dia, who began telling the woman everything that happened yesterday night.