How two souls intertwine Pt 4

  Slowly opening my eye's, I realized what had just happened. With the cold metal against my wrists and the dimming pain on my side it seems that Hayate has finally decided to visit. At the most ironic time no less... Examining the room it seemed that Hayate had made the house himself. Not too bad, given the time he had on hand. Then Hayate came through the doorway, dagger in hand.

  He began to "interrogate" me as if I was simply a spineless traitor or something. From
his perspective that very well might be the case, but it still makes no sense as to why his
immature grudge could stain his mind for so long. He spouted little things like, "Kasumi, I
ask you these questions for a reason. Now answer me!" It was rather annoying, but
eventually he began to speak in a slightly more reasonable tone... thus, I listened in.

"Remember who has the dagger, and who's chained up. Not too many would be so generous to a cold hearted traitor like yourself. I do have a heart, but I don't have to much more patience, so please... Tell me why you were so 'close' to that pitiful excuse of a man!"

  His thoughts regarding Vladimir were truly angering me, but I would have to be smart and short tongued to get to the better side of things. So I answered in a simple...
explanitory... and sincere tone of voice. Sort of.

"I know you don't see him as a decent man, but if you 'knew' him you would understand. I could not begin to explain my feelings through short answers to stupid questions. Besides, if you don't like him out of ignorance you can just piss off." That didn't go to well...

  In reaction to my words he raised the dagger and cut into my arm. With my mouth closed tight only short bursts of shrieks could tunnel out of my mouth. He continued with his time consuming interrogation. Ignoring every word he would cut me again, and again, and again until I started to go pale from the lack of blood. I myself began to wonder if there was any hope at all...

  A slow drip of crimson life began to slip off the dagger, somehow the drop fell in slow
motion and finally hitting the floor made an almost unbearable sound. My head almost split in pain. I began to feel dizzy as my head rolled around. With what strength I had left a few words slipped my mouth. "Where...is...Vladimir?"

"Your more stubborn then I could of imagined, but... It doesn't really matter, and that
friend of yours is in another room. It took 'alot' more than one tranquilizer to take him
down. Not to mention every single other chain I had to keep him restrained, but I had my
way with him. If you listen closely you can hear him struggle against his restraints and
hear him moan in despair. It somehow sooths me."

  I became greatly concerned with Hayate's sanity at that point. I suppose in his situation he has been through great trauma, having to literally build his own shelter from scratch. It wouldn't be difficult for me but for him. I suppose it would be frustrating but this... What could have driven him so? With each stab of the blade it almost seemed like he was stuck in his own little orgy of joy.

  A grim smile lit his face as well. Finally with the tranquilizers worn off completely and
the strain it took to keep me still, I finally squeezed my left fist together and punched
him right in the jaw flinging him to the wall. With all the strain the chain had to go
through, it broke in the process. I looked down on now not hayate, but a pathetic
imitation. His smirk wipped clean off, his face was simply filled with a form of terror,
unfamiliar to such strength. Even with absolutely no patience, I forwarded my hand in his
direction to pull him up, he simply swatted it away with a depressing form of rage.

"Don't you touch me! You dare break our clan laws and leave us behind. You kill our mother through grieve, you destroy Ayane's soul through hatred, and you take away my sanity by deserting me in a completely different era!"

  He continued to babble on and on, with every word meaning less then the last. All the
while I just stood there, with an empty stare as if none of it meant anything. None of it
phased me, as if I new it were just petty lies. And yet I knew what he said to be true. And yet it meant nothing to me. Not a word. As if my heart had gained a thick shell from the trauma of the past years of being hunted down like a mear animal. I opened the door of the room and took one last moment to glare at Hayate before finally saying good bye and searching for Vladimir.

  The room itself was hommy enough, but the halls weren't even halls. Just soulless cave
formations. It seemed that he didn't bother to make anything else aside from a few simple, detailed rooms. Staring down the hall I saw Vladimir in a whole new way. Seeing him wander around soullessly, in nothing but pants, simply trudging along as if he were simply a zombie.

  He walked up and he stopped completley. Hayate was right about how many chains he had to use. Half his body were covered in straps and chains. I grabbed his head to turn his face in my direction, only to see empty eyes. With the touch of his skin I almost immediately felt like I was in a blizzard. Were these are the side-effects of not having enough blood in one's vampiric system?

  He then charged after me like he was a lion and I was a healthly young zebra. A cold
familiar feeling came over me, as I ran to the edges of the cave trying to escape the
starved animal within him. Finally stuck at a hall he jumped on me and began to ferociously lick my wounds as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

  Not knowing whether to let him be or try and run again I simply looked him in his eye's
and asked if he remembered me. My name escaped his mouth as he leaped back from his feeding lost. Lying on the ground in fright as if he were a child who had just experienced a nightmare, he slowly crawled to me and begged for forgiveness.

  I forgave him (Seeing how there were some benefits to things) and grabbed his hand to pull him up back to his feet. In a great wave of confusion I asked him what made him do that.

"In my case, blood means even more than just a form of life source. It can patch up if you
will one's soul. I have always feared going berserk and killing people over my simple
hunger. Unfortunatley I have to feed myself blood as reguraly as you would have to feed
yourself food. If not, my life-force will slowly drain under the strain and pressure my
body will eventually go through, and I will loose control over myself until I have been
satisfyed."
  
"Then how did your memory of me stop you?"

"That would be a whole different story. But I'm sure the feeling's mutual."

  Recalling the last thing we did before being attacked by Hayate made me understand his words. And suddenly without notice Hayate came bursting out of the room we were in and charged for Vladimir like he was a simple dummy. With a form of power and grace he smacked away Hayate's katana away and pulled him up by the neck. In a desperate attempt to win, Hayate reached for a dagger he had in hand and drove it several times into vladimirs chest.

Vladimir growled.

  Incapable of phasing him, he simply tried to force his hand off. Vladimir in reaction,
flung him to the wall leaving him unconcious. Vladimir ran up to Hayate with his hand out
like ever ready claws. Though AS MUCH as I hated to do it, I had to stop him. We then wrote a note and left it by his body, hoping he would read it when he woke up.

The note read like this...

Dear Hayate:
    
  I pity you for holding such a grudge against me for so long and blaming me for the death of mother. I cannot grasp the feeling you may be holding, but I say this to you now and forever.

Leave us be,
or visit me,
happily,
or death will come to thee.

  Me and Vladimir simply did what we would normally do until we finally saw Hayate's face
show up. With an understanding of the note, he simply greeted us with opened arms and opened eyes. He and Vladimir became aquainted over time until Vladimir said he had to go back to Russia to visit his family but he promised to come again.

The End