~ArShi SS~ The Vampire Knight#2

Chapter 10

He hurried his steps as soon as he smelled blood, and froze as he felt his world collapse in front of him again.

The burn intensifying in his throat, the seal burning the burn, and his own soul torturing him for giving attention to the burn when he knew who's blood it was in the first place.

Master was bleeding. So damn freaking much.

And what was he doing? He was feeling thirsty.

He cursed himself some more, and rushed to the shivering body of Vikram. God, how had he let all this go wrong? And what was he supposed to do?

He tried to bring Master to consciousness, trying his level best to wake him up, not let him slip into the deep dark sleep of death.

And suddenly, Master started coughing out blood. Arnav could almost feel tears pricking through the side of his eyes, when he heard the really shaky voice come out of Master's body.

"Rule Book..."

He could swear he wanted to kill Master. Even right now, at his deathbed, Vikram wanted Arnav to follow rules? How bloody f**king crazy was that?

Maybe Master really was crazy. Who would say such a thing at their death beds?

Yet, controlling his anger somehow, he tried to save Vikram, "Stay Awake, Master... Please." He breathed, calmly.

He felt a feeble smile tug at Vikram's lips, his breathing becoming more ragged than it already was.

"Let her make her own destiny..." Vikram told him, and shut his eyes, his strength finally running out.

"Master? Master??? MASTER!!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP MASTER" He couldn't believe the tears flowing down his cheeks.

No. This wasn't happening.

No. Master hadn't left him alone.

No. He wasn't an orphan again.

No. No. NO!

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Arnav still couldn't believe any of it. Not more than a few hours had passed, when he had put Master on fire.

Was all this really happening?

Just few hours ago, he had been on shift.

It had been a night like every other night.

And now, his entire world seemed to turn into ash before him.

What was he supposed to do now?

There was no Khushi anymore.

There was no Vikram anymore.

Who was he supposed to live for?

Dejected, he went to Master's study, trying to find some sense into the whole situation.

All the other parts of the house felt eerie to him. As if they were mocking his existence, telling him that he was a bane to anybody who existed close to him.

For the first time in ages, he asked the higher powers, why did they always leave him?

Wouldn't it be better if he was killed too?

He settled down on the main chair behind the wide mahogany table, and sighed. How many times had he been on the receiving end of this table? How many times had he shot at Vikram for one thing or the other? How many times had he broken the rules that were so dear to Master?

He felt like choking himself to death.

What was the point of living anymore?

Blood shooting through his ears, he didn't know what he wanted anymore.

What he would not give for Master to be alive.

What he would not give for Khushi to be a human.

What he would not give for the answers to the questions roaming in his head.

Dejectedly, he tried obeying Master's words, and took out the rule book, proclaiming to himself that he had gone crazy too.

It only contained everything he already knew about. Not a single rule was there about which Arnav didn't know. And how would he not know, when all of this had been taught to him since the time he could read.

After hours of not finding anything new or useful, he shut the book, and placed his palms on the sides of it, landing his head on the back cover, sighing in defeat.

That's when it hit his head, quite literally. The back cover had a very non-uniform surface, as if something had been encased in it.

And instantly, he was tearing out the cover, looking for what was beneath it.

He found an envelope, encasing a letter. Impatiently, he opened it, now knowing that Master hadn't gone crazy after all.

Arnav Beta,

If you have this letter in your hands, then I am guessing I am defeated. And dead too.

So, now that both the aforementioned things have happened, I would like to tell you why they have happened, cause there is only one possible circumstance that would make me face defeat.

Khushi.

I know she is still a teenager right now, and you are still just a protector looking over her right now. But things will change in the future.

At times, you would think why I made you her protector anyway. Looking at how her skills are developing right now, she barely needs protection in future.

But that is where you might go wrong.

She doesn't need protection from the future, beta... She needs protection from her past.

If you haven't faced the truth already, than I would like to tell you, that Khushi is a S-Class Vampire.

She was born to the noblest of families amongst their world, at a time when we were still at war with them.

But her being an S-Class is not the problem. Her being born is the problem.

She was conceived on orders from the 'then' ruler of their world, Shyam. The wretched bas***d wanted a wife, a queen, a soulmate. And prophesied that the child born to Maya and Jay, would be his other half.

And like everyone else, Maya and Jay had to obey. But that didn't mean they wanted to obey. No matter how much Shyam was worshipped; nobody would have given up their child willingly to Shyam for marriage.

So, Khushi's parents wanted to get rid of this prophecy. They wanted the child to have her own power over who she loves.

And they knew, once she met Shyam, she wouldn't have any conscious thought process left to deny him.

But before anything could be done, they were murdered. I had to seal off Khushi.

Shyam had gone into hibernation back then. Nobody knew why, but he had.

But if I am dead and you are reading this letter, it's more than obvious that he is back for Khushi.

I know this is a huge favor to ask, beta. But I need you to save Khushi. Save her as if your own life depended on it.

I know you are not that fond of Khushi, but please, do this for me.

I have promised her mother, and I want you to fulfill that promise in case I am unable to.

And Arnav, I am sorry that I am this hard on you. But you have to know, losing your father was the worst pain I had to face in my life. He was a brother. And if you kept breaking rules, you would end up like your father. And I cannot lose you.

I may not say this often, but I love you Arnav. You are the son every father would be proud of.

Arnav crumpled the letter in his hand, and let the water flow freely from his eyes, burning everything inside him.

At least, he knew he had to live now. For Master. For Khushi.

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