𝘟𝘟𝘐𝘐. 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

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Noé was still feeding on Mikhail's blood. I'm assuming, he was being shown everything that led up to this day. Everything that happened to the two of them. I can understand why he chose Noé to do it. But I doubt even he wanted to be drinking Mikhail's blood. Especially considering the situation. Though, he didn't really have much of a choice. Domi's life was on the line here.

"What happened to you Y/N? You used to despise humans. So why now are you working with one. What changed you?" Eulalie questioned.

"Nothing changed me! I'm still the same person I was, even back then. Scared. Alone. Troubled by those many years we spent down there. You think I wanted to be saved by the Chasseurs? Even to this day, I feel no sense of being saved. Just neglect." I shout back.

"Neglect? He didn't neglect us. He saved us. Why can't you see that?" Eulalie replied.

"Saved us? He saved us? He tortured us, Eul! How is that being saved?" I shout back, tears brimming my eyes.

"How did he save us? If the Chasseurs found out we weren't human, they'd surely have our heads. Vampires intrigued him. So he saved us from the Chasseurs mighty weapons." Eulalie said.

"There is no saviour in this twisted story. Only regret, despair and agony. Why can't you see that?" I say.

"You really don't get it, do you? Without him, could you really say you were as strong as you were 5 or so years ago?" Eulalie questioned.

"No! Because I'm not stronger. I can only heal my injuries by drinking blood. That's the only way to speed up the healing process. He broke me, Eul! He broke both of us. How can you forget the endless nights we'd both spend crying ourselves to sleep? The experiments that made us scream out until our throats hurt and we couldn't scream no more? He broke us. Psychological. Physically. Even mentally. There's no strength in that. Only suffering." I say, finally letting the tears fall.

This wasn't the reunion I wanted. I wanted us to have bumped into each other while roaming Paris. Engaging each other in a hug that never seemed to end. Catching up on everything the other had missed while we were separated. Not this. Not her threatening someone who is dear to both me and Noé with someone I've never seen before. Most likely someone she's only met recently.

I could never forget the pain I felt, day after day after day. The pain of each and every experiment they did. When he found out I wasn't human, the experiments became worse and worse every day. They wanted me to reach my breaking point. But I never did. They never could kill me. No matter how hard they tried. All the knives, weapons, nothing.

I remember one day when I was practically forced to become kin with the Blue Moon Vampire. Though I was born under the Crimson Moon, which was eventually revealed, he wanted me to intake the Blue Moon's blood. So, if I was ever to come across The Book of Vanitas, I could operate it. Manipulating the World Formula if I so wished.

He wanted me to become a Blue Moon member so his research progressed. So that he could use a Crimson Moon vampire as a vessel. No matter how much I tried to fight back. No matter how hard I tried to reject everything they did, I never could. Those experiments broke me. Leaving me labelled as neither human nor vampire.

"Eulalie... how can you so easily say those 7 years gave you strength. Are you that blind that you turned your eyes away from the fact that those experiments were torture? Just a disturbed, insane man's stupid dream of becoming a vampire?!" I shout.

"You're the one who did nothing with your time! We both fled, taking our separate paths. And what exactly did you do with your time?" Eulalie questioned.

What did I do with my time? I don't actually know. I don't remember much of it.

The windows shattered, revealing such a picturesque blue sky. But it was nothing compared to the pain that settled within my body. The moment I was able to be freed, we ran. Both me and Eulalie ran. But we ended up separated. I kept on running until I couldn't run no more. The cold wind did nothing to calm me. Only making me feel colder.

          

Eventually, I felt my body give up on me. And I collapsed. Not able to move no longer. When I awoke, I could barely make out my surroundings. I could feel the plush feeling beneath me. Soon working out that it was a bed. But when I tried to sit up, I could barely move.

"Ah! Please don't move around. Me and father found you passed out in the snow. You're feverish. So please rest." A voice spoke.

"W-where am I?" I asked.

"Somewhere safe. I don't know what happened to leave you in such a state but you're safe now. So please rest. The fever won't go away otherwise." The voice replied.

"Why did you save me?" I asked.

"Why did we save you? We couldn't have just left you out there. When we brought you back here, your temperature rose way too high. Father's a doctor, so he knew what to do. He was the one who suggested you be brought back here." The voice said.

"Erm... what's your name?" I asked.

"Céleste." She replied.

"I'm Y/N." I reply.

"Céleste?" Another voice spoke out.

"Father! She's awake. Y/N woke up." Céleste called out.

"Y/N? Is that her name? I'm glad to hear she's awake." Her father called out.

"I thank you Monsieur for saving me. But I must take my leave now. I shan't overstay my welcome." I say, forcing myself to sit up.

"Please. Rest a bit more. You can always leave in the morning." Céleste says.

"I possibly couldn't impose that long." I spoke.

"I'm sorry, but my daughter is right. You're in no condition to be walking around right now. After we brought you back here, I found you were riddled with injuries." Her father spoke.

After that, I fell backwards onto the pillows. The towel had long since fallen from my forehead. I watched as her father picked it up and dipped it into some fresher, colder water before placing it back onto my forehead. Then I fell asleep.

I think it was several hours later before I woke up. It was still dark out but I felt a lot less feverish. I found some paper and left a note for Céleste. Thanking her and her father for everything they did. I then left, climbing through the window.

I had no goal in mind. Nowhere in particular to go. All I knew, was that I'd have to survive for now. The memories of the events that transpired the day before still stuck with me. But I would always just ignore them. It never helped me forget, but it kept my mind still for some time.

After I left, I just seemed to walk for hours on end before I somehow managed to find myself stood before a grand library. One I never knew existed within Paris. And that was where I spent most of my time. Growing up, that was all I ever did.

Until I met Mathilde. My life seemed to change when I met her. I saved her one day. Some thugs were trying to get money from her. I scared them off and she thanked me. It must've seemed obvious to her that I had nowhere to go. So she offered me a place to stay.

She then told me her dream of becoming a Paladin. Though she came from wealth, she was never going to take her father's offer of buying her way and a seat at the Paladin table. She was going to do it all with hard work, grit and determination. So, as a means of helping her train, she taught me. Taught me how to use a sword so that we could spar every day.

Sparring meant that both of us could become stronger. She could work towards her goal. And I had found myself a distraction from what had occurred over the 7 years I spent hidden away. Hidden from the world and hidden from the Chasseurs so that they thought I died.

Mathilde nor Céleste ever found out what happened to me. I never told Céleste why I was in the cold with barely any clothes to cover my skin. And neither of them found out that I was a vampire. I especially kept it hidden from Mathilde in fear it would jeopardise her career if it were found out she were friends with a vampire.

I was told, by both Céleste and Mathilde that I had said Eulalie's name multiple times. Céleste told me I said her name when I was in my feverish, weakened state. And sometimes Mathilde would hear me suddenly call out her name whenever I would have a nightmare. I never told them who she was. Just said "a friend of mine that I lost".

It scared me knowing Eulalie was out there somewhere. And that neither of us had any way of knowing if the other was safe. We just had to trust each other that we'd be reunited one day. And that, maybe, I'd also be reunited with Mathilde and Céleste too.

I wonder why I suddenly remembered such a memory. I wonder what happened to Céleste. Does she yet still live? And Mathilde. I remember she was training to be a Paladin. Did she become one?

"I don't see why it's of such importance what I did when I was gone." I reply.

"Ah. Hi! You finally found your way here." Mikhail suddenly spoke out.

Who's here?

"Good to see ya!" Mikhail added.

I turned around, not expecting to see him stood there.

Mikhail pushed Noé aside before he spoke.

"Tell me what you did to them." Vanitas asked. A sinister look in his eyes.

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Why did I only notice now, months
after finishing Vanitas no Carte that
the Vampire of the Blue Moon's bracelet,
or at least, the pendant on it, is Vanitas'
earring. So technically, he carries a piece
of the Vampire with him everywhere he
goes.
Also, apologies for the shorter chapter.
I somewhat wanted to cut out the
scene of Vanitas' past. It makes me
cry every time I see what he had to go
through.
Word count ~ 1700 words
à suivre
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