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Drip. Drip. Drip. Her tears formed a small puddle on the tainted and impure floor as she trembled, trying to register what had happened two days ago in her mind once again. Her breathing hitched, her lightless hair was incredibly damp. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that she liked humans. It was only natural for her. But, it was not natural for her parents. If only they acknowledged the fact that the ruby-eyed female liked humans, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way. Earth was a cruel world, at least that was what she had learnt.

Now she was sheltered in an abandoned building, all alone. Nico managed to get inside from the back without getting noticed or spotted by the public, but it was evening anyway. She could hear the constant rain pound the nearby window, the wind raging like an infuriated God. The shouting, the screaming, why wouldn't her parents accept the fact that she liked humans? She was kicked out of the house with no belongings—she didn't care that she was a vampire. And she didn't like humans because of their blood, instead it was because of how interesting they were. There was so much to learn. Attending Otonokizaka Academy has certainly helped as well. During her time there, she learnt that humans have two specific genders, whereas she was no gender at all.

'Why?' you ask. Because she was seventeen. At the age of eighteen (next year), her gender will be revealed on her birthday by the Vampire Laws. If she had drunk a lot of male blood by then, she will become a male. If she had drunk female blood most of the time…you know what I'm going to say. At the moment, she was leaning towards the female side: she had consumed female blood a lot. She had only drunk male blood once, just to explore and experiment. That was when she saw a teenage boy in the alleyway, wondering what on earth he would taste like. And after she had sucked some—or most—of the content, she hid him away.

Her stomach gurgled, it had been three days since she had last digested the juicy blood. She was literally pleading for the watery content inside her head.

"Damn it. If this carries on, I might…" she trailed off, her eyesight became blurry, "die…"

Suddenly, a sharp pain began to take effect in her arm. Rolling up her gory sleeves, the raven-haired female glanced at the injury. A while ago, she had attempted to steal some food from a stall in the district; unfortunately it backfired—the owner of the stall was bellowing continuously— a sharp kitchen knife had dug into her flesh. She recalled the spout of blood that spewed over the ground and remembered the harsh words that were thrown at her. Luckily, she managed to escape. Because if she didn't flee in time, she would have been dead meat. Aside from that, her injury from the incident struggled to heal: it was still bleeding promptly. It was hopeless. With no food, with no blood... Nico was certain that her life would end. But, it was going to be a peaceful death. Instead of a painful one.

Nico threw her head back, staring at the ceiling wondrously. And then she covered half of her face, closing her eyes, tears dribbling down her icy cheeks.

"Is this…the end…?" she questioned herself, an emotionless expression equipped on her face. "I don't trust in anyone, not anymore…"

After all, she was always alone. Even though she wanted to develop a friendship during school so much. But her courage was weak, it was so little. As if it was a little ant surrounded all alone in a desert.

The firm walls laughed at her manically, their beady eyes staring creepily without turning away. Eventually she buried her face and hugged her knees. A sudden headache was present; she began to feel dizzy. Darkness was all she could see, there was no light source at all apart from the moon; a serene atmosphere loomed across the building.

"I…feel sick. I'm sick…of everything," Nico muttered, a crack in her tone.

She was exhausted, her knees couldn't function, her hands were too shaky. In addition, there was no blood to be found, despite that there was some on her arm. Because if she sucked the remaining blood that was left trailing down her arm and staining the floor, her chances of dying would increase. She didn't want to die. Not now. But it was reality. She pleaded inwardly that it was a dream, even though she knew 100% that it wasn't. All she could do was lie down and await her eventual death. Not even a smile escaped her lips, not even a frown, her lips remained straight as a line. Once again, she slowly shut her eyes, exhaling quietly. Maybe this was it after all. She screwed up, she literally ruined her life. Now, she had nothing. Though, it wasn't her fault; it was her parents. Or was it? Nico thought about reconsidering the blame, however she couldn't be bothered to since she had too many thoughts already and couldn't make enough space for it.

Before she could fall asleep and pass away, she heard a loud thump. Her eyes flickered open, and she was left in puzzlement. Hardly any noise that loud had appeared since she had arrived here. Then something unusual happened: she saw light in the distance. A figure too. She wanted to run away, yet her legs didn't seem to be in the mood. The light flashed brightly, causing her to squint her eyes. She discovered that someone or something was holding a flashlight. Also, she heard music.

'W-wasn't this building abandoned…?' she thought confusingly.

And when she surveyed the figures appearance, it turned out that she was a female with crimson hair, a school bag was clasped into her hands. Her tomato-coloured hair reminded Nico of the juicy, delicious content, causing her hunger to esteem even more. Nico fell silent, staring at the tall amethyst-eyed female who she assumed to be older than her. They both stared at the other— a questionable expression on the scarlet-haired girl—and she widened her eyes, surprised that the girl didn't scream or react. Instead of screaming that there was a creepy weirdo in the building, the teenager said, "Let me help you," while staring at Nico's damaged arm. The older one watched her take off her colourless headphones and place them inside her pocket, taking a glimpse of her ensemble after. The teenager was wearing a familiar white shirt…and a…stripy blue bow. In realisation, Nico enlarged her red orbs once again after processing the attire of the latter. This slender redhead was younger than her? And, she's attending Otonokizaka Academy? No, it must be a coincidence.

"What are you doing inside my house?" the crimson-headed female asked, aware of the dry tears plastered to Nico's face. The shadowy-haired vampire flinched.

"This is your house…? I thought it was abandoned," Nico replied; the other lass shook her head while crouching towards her.

"No. It isn't. And you haven't answered my question yet," the female unzipped her bag and rummaged through it. She managed to find a pack of tissues that she hadn't opened yet and removed them from her bag immediately.

"That's none of your business, Redhead." Nico coldly replied. "Is that a problem?"

Silent, the crimson-haired teenager wrapped the residual tissues around Nico's arm, ignoring the her bitter response. Nico pursed her lips in order to stop them trembling, her eyes twitching simultaneously at the hint of pain. Eventually she snatched her arm away from the latter, fed up. The other knitted her brows tightly in confusion.

"I don't need your help, got that?" Nico bluntly said, hostile ruby orbs trained onto the amethyst-eyed teen.

"If it keeps bleeding, you're going to die. I'd rather help a stranger than watch them die in front of me."

Nico laughed, "Die? My death's going to happen any second now. I might as well wait."

The redhead shook her head, "No. I won't let that happen."

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Nico said, a sly grin creeping towards her lips, "I made myself clear that I don't need your help."

"You're one to talk. Besides, look at you,"—the girl said, eyeing Nico directly—"Anyways, what happened? Out of curiosity only. It's not like I care about you or anything,"

"Ha. No one cares about me anyway…" Nico smirked. "Not anymore…"

She then stood up, somewhat stumbling as she did. The purple-eyed teenager's concern didn't matter to her. "I'm leaving."

And she began to pace to the exit while trailing her hands on the walls, just in case she fell down. Her vision was still blurry, she couldn't make out the scene in front of her. The headache didn't seem to vanish as well. Just when she was going to take another step, Nico stopped. Her hands were too weak to grasp onto the walls, her legs kept quaking viciously. And so she fell, a loud crash echoing throughout the hallway like a ghost. She couldn't take it anymore, even if she tried to get back up, her knees were too fragile. Blood kept dripping on the floor, revealed by the shimmering moonlight from the window. Nico hoisted her head weakly, extending her arm. The horror-struck redhead hurriedly sprinted up to her while also noticing that the tissues failed to prevent the bleeding, as it was completely smothered in blood.

"Hey! D-don't die! Not now!" she bellowed, taking Nico's hand. Nico's head rose, trailing her fingers up the others arm, aiming towards a certain spot. She caressed the pale, soft neck of the younger one, her desire for juice increasing rapidly. The other lifted her eyebrows, bewildered by this sight. "W-what are y-you…?"

"I…need blood…" Nico mumbled, her ruby orbs glowing into an incredible shade of red. She could feel her fangs grow inside her mouth, and she licked her lips lustfully. Then she leaned towards the crimson-haired lass' neck, narrowing the distance between them second by second in preparation for dinner.

"…Itadakimasu…"

A/N:

Some of you guys might be wondering why this isn't a Private Wars chapter, some of you might be wondering why I haven't updated for quite a while. Well, I went on a business trip for a few days. And also, I had some family issues as well as writers block for Private Wars. That's why I am going to announce now that Private Wars will be on Hiatus (I even underlined it, put it in italics and made it bold) until...I don't know. I know that some of you might feel disappointed, but I really can't type a single word about it apart from the number of the chapter. Gomen. Apart from that, I have started a new story. I've got a lot of ideas running through my mind for this story, and this will be a NicoMaki focused fic. I don't know what other pairings I will include. Maybe not the main ships, since I think that I should experiment with the potential or crack pairings. I don't know, to be honest. It's just a thing I am trying out, since I do not mind other pairings. Even though I have my OTP's for Love Live, but...it should be up to you.

This was just a test chapter, to see whether you're interested or not. I'm not sure about writing more of this, but like I said, I've got a lot of ideas for the story. It would be very appreciated if you review, since I would really like to know what your thoughts on this story are. Once again, I'm sorry.

~Nacho

P.S: Updates might be slow. Lately work has been piling up ever since the business trip.