"... let's stop..."

"Why?"

"I-I don't l-like this..."

"What? Why?"

"It feels wrong... I.."

"It shouldn't... we love each other... so this is right..."

"But..."

"Are you still scared of me?"

"...."

"Are you?"

"... yes..."

"Don't be. I promise I'll never hurt you again-"

You wake up with a cold sweat, and a phantom sting on your neck. The dream, all you remember of it are the words, uttered by a familiar, yet, distant voice. As your senses begin to ground, you groan and stretch your arms. At least you try to, but you find yourself able to feel only one of them.

"Huh?" You panic, as you sit up with concern. You feel a weight on your shoulder, as you check out your arm. At this point, you wouldn't find it strange to wake up without an arm.

"Oh..." However, no such thing happens, as you notice your arm hanging limply, and feeling understandably numb. You thank the gods and lean back on the wall, with a sigh of relief as you feel the blood flow back to your arm. Now that your head is a lot less cluttered, you can register your surroundings.

"Yeah... This isn't my cell." For starters, your cell has a window and isn't as dark and messy as the one you are in. Not to mention, the bed feels weird. It lacks a certain metallic scent to it, and it is missing your partner.

You groan with distaste and rub your itchy neck, as you hop off the bed. You try not to step on the clothes scattered all over the floor, and make your way towards the door. Sudden light assaults your eyes as you step out of the cell room, followed by a mental assault of being stared at. The inmates that are passing by stop in their tracks and just stare at you for a brief moment.

Before you can muster the strength to say something, they just go back to whatever they were doing.

"Phew..." You feel relieved that they aren't in their default bullying mood, but decide to keep moving before they change their minds.

"Ow..." A sharp sting burns your neck, as you feel around your neck with one hand, and support yourself against the wall with the other.

"The fuck?" Feeling no traces of any wound, you look at your hand to see if you are bleeding, but you find no trace of red. Glad as you are, you still wonder about the cause of your anguish.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little bitch?"

"Tch." As you hear someone call out to you from behind, you click your tongue in irritation. Feeling the anger from your luck running out and the phantom pain, you turn around to meet the woman who called you. She seems familiar, and if you recall accurately, she was there when Elena saved you in the canteen.

"I would rather not do this now." You try to talk your way out of it, but she just scoffs.

"That built whore, she isn't here to save your ass now, is she?" She grins, as you feel her step on your nerves with her tone and every word she speaks.

"Fuck off." You respond, feeling a vein on your forehead pulse in resentment. You have no idea why you are getting so worked up, considering this is a new norm for you.

"What was that?" She groans, furrowing her brows in comical spite. While it alerts you to back away, you take a moment to scan her. Her body is lean, not as much as Elena, but she is for sure stronger than an average person.

"Alice..." Calling for your wife in broad daylight seems like a terrible idea considering she's asleep. Chara's cell room is on another floor, and there's no assurance she's present there, so running to her room isn't the best option either.

But that isn't the only reason you aren't running off, there's something else. It centres your thoughts, and fuels you with a foreign desire.

"You heard me. What are you gonna do?" You grin, as you see her come stomping towards. Once she's just inches away from you, a metallic scent bursts into your nostrils, setting your senses ablaze.

The woman draws her hand back, but she's too slow. Keeping your torso low to the floor, you snap forward and bury your fist deep in her gut.

"Wow..." You watch in aw, as the woman falls to the ground and writhes in pain while clenching onto her stomach.

All the inmates are watching you two with curiosity, and your neck now feels like it's burning up, but you don't care. Your eyes are on your prey, who spits blood, staining the floor along with her tears.

The crimson liquid on the floor spreads hypnotically, as you start feeling a bit light-headed, and high. You get on top of her, and with a swing of your fist, her nose shatters under her skin.

"Bleed some more." You whisper in her ear, before punching her messy, blood-stained face. It enthrals you, the way her face contorts every time you hit her.

"Let her go!" Her friend screams from in front of you, gaining your attention. Suddenly, you forget all about the woman underneath you and stand up, your eyes fixated on the newcomer.

"I swear, dude. Get away from her, or I'll-".

"Or you will what?" You interrupt her, as you start walking towards her while wiping the blood off your knuckles. You see the woman's leg tremble, as she hesitantly starts backing away. But you step forward, desiring to corner her. Just then-

"Hey, let her go-" an inmate places a hand on your shoulder from behind you, attempting to sound intimidating. But you cut her off with the back of your fist crashing against her jaw, knocking her to the wall and onto the floor.

"Don't touch me." You feel the venom in your words, and wonder where it's coming from. But before you can ponder on it any further, you feel a fist crash against your face. While it doesn't even move you, it does manage to cut your lip, putting the taste of blood right in your mouth. Turning to your side, you see another inmate, brave enough to step in. Though just a glare from you, she's visibly regretting her actions, and step away from you.

You face her, intent on hurting her until you are satisfied.

"Hn!"

Something sharp jolts up your spine, and straight into your head, lending a paralyzing pain. Your legs buckle with no strength, you feel your head shut off, and just when you are about to hit the ground, a woman holds onto you in her arms.

"Just what happened?" She whispers to herself, as she quickly picks you up with ease and holds you in a bridal way. She takes a look at your unconscious face and says to herself, "He's different. Something... Something's changed."

She then turns around, her blond hair whipping the air as she does, and take a sharp look at the inmates around you both. Each of them shiver under her gaze, because they know what Satsuri does to the one's that misbehaved or acted out. While most of them feel glad they didn't get involved, few fear for the fate of those who did.

"W-we tried to stop them, but-" some of them try to reason with her, but are cut short instantly.

"Not. Another. Word." And as per her command, silence befalls every inmate present, nobody daring to even lift a finger.

"Stay away from him." Knowing that her message is heard loud and clear, the tall woman walks away while carrying you, the inmates making way for her, praying they don't make eye contact. 

Satsuri doesn't say anything else, as she continues walking whilst ignoring the audience until she reaches your cell room. She only gets even more annoyed when she notices that the door is closed from the inside. The frustration builds up from inside her, boiling to the tip of her head, as she professionally avoids lashing out with you in her arms. Stepping closer to the door, she knocks on the door, waiting for the occupant to open it.

She waits for an entire minute.

'Why can't they just use their own cell?' She thinks to herself, annoyed when the person occupying your room shows no sign of opening it. 

Having waited for long enough, she steps back a little. Accompanied with a deep inhale, she slowly shuts her eyes, and with a deeper exhale, the wrinkle amidst her brows disappear. Her frustration drops to null, as one by one, her thoughts slow down. Feeling centred, she opens her eyes and focuses on the door lock.

CLICK.

As the door unlocks as she wished, she kicks the door ajar and walks in. However, her focused mind shatters into pieces of sparking rage, as she finds a girl in black underwear, sleeping way too comfortably on your bed, beneath the window. Lying on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow, an arm dangling off the edge of the bed, and her long raven hair flowing down the bed and onto the floor.

"And why the hell are you here?" Satsuri tries to stay calm to the best of her ability, as she waits for the girl to wake up. Luckily, she does.

"Hmmm? Why ar'ya in ma room?" Aria asks, ash rolls onto her back and stretches her arms with a yawn.

"It's not your room. It's his." Satsuri spat, the audacity of Aria getting on her nerves. The very first day, she had to pry her off you, and now this. She watches with distasteful eyes, as Aria gets up with another stretch, and sits cross-legged. She makes a confused face, as she leans forward and takes a look at your face. Once she recognises you, her face lights up in a flash, and she jumps off the bed, standing merely a few inches close to you in a second.

"Damn, I missed him!" She tries to embrace your sleeping self, but gets denied by Satsuri, who sidesteps her, almost tripping Aria.

"I asked you something." Satsuri asserts as she glares daggers at the younger girl, her eyes showing no sign of tolerance. 

"We were havin' a sleepover. What's the problem with ya, bitch?" Aria grunts in resentment, as she scowls at Satsuri from over her shoulders, before clenching her fist and turning around to face the woman.

"You and him? Do you take me for an idiot?" Satsuri questions with a hint of sarcasm, but also with a raging bitterness. She's feeling jealous, she knows that too. But, what she doesn't understand, is why it feels similar. Nostalgic, to say the least.

"Idiot? Nah, yar just a bitch. I an' him made up a long time ago. Cus unlike you, he doesn' have a stick up his ass." Aria grins, not hesitating to eye you like a meal even in front of Satsuri.

"Stop looking." Satsuri demands, the last bits of her professional demeanour crumbling. Every part of her burns in a foreign envy, as she steps forward.

"Put him down, then. Let's talk." Aria shoots back with a smirk, suggesting violence as a way to settle the heat. With her job now a distant thought, Satsuri silently walks past Aria and lays you down on the bed.

Knowing full well that Aria is ready to end her, Satsuri's focus shifts to the wooden drawer next to the bed. With a quick motion, she swings her hand back, as the drawer cracks and bursts, and the sharp chunks of the wood shoot past her-towards Aria. Satsuri turns around due to the momentum of the swing, just in time to see Aria latching onto the ceiling, a luminous blue eye glaring down venomously. With a quick movement of her hand, the still airborne chunks change their trajectory and shoot upward. Aria snaps forward with predatory speed, missing the wooden bullets, and positioning herself against the wall edge, she plunges down towards Satsuri, her arm stretched back and fist clenched. Satsuri immediately hops back, causing Aria's fist to crash against and braking the tiles. But, when Aria looks up at Satsuri-

BANG!

A gun pointed straight towards Aria, and a bullet cutting past the skin on her neck, the vampire ignores it and lands a punch straight on the blondie's face. Satsuki's head bounces hard against the wall, leaving a little crack.

"Persistent bitch-"

While Aria tries to gain the upper hand, an arm-length piece of sharp wood plunges into her throat. The shock paralyses Aria for a moment, before she stumbles back against a wall, and slides down to a sitting position, leaving a trail of blood on the wall.

In front her she see's Satsuri, in almost the same position as her, except she has a slightly clenched hand, stretched out and pointed at Aria. Satsuri then makes a harsh tugging motion with her hand, and the piece of wood roughly pulls itself out of Aria's neck, pulling along a little skin, as it hovers in the air for sometime, before falling to the ground lifeless. Copious amounts of blood gushes out of Aira's neck, as her vision starts blurring.

With the fight over, and Aria on the verge of her last breaths, Satsuri lets her hand fall, as she throws her head back and takes a deep breath. A stinging pain shoots through her skull, as she just realizes that Aria has broken her nose. She just chuckles, remembering Aria's vain attempt to beat her. She keeps chuckling, and then when she takes a look at you:

"Baby... baby... don't you worry, I'll always find you... cus I promise, to never hurt you... haha..." even though she has no idea what she's singing, rather than being bothered by it, she just ignores it, and supporting herself against the wall, she stands up.

With blood dripping on the floor with each step, she walks towards your cell door. Resting her forehead against the door, she pulls out her phone, and gives a call to her partner. Even though it annoys her that it's taking Sena a long time to pick up, she stays unusually calm.

As the ringing goes on, she hums a foreign tune to herself, as she let's her mind wonder... back to when she and her partner 'arrested' Aria.

She remembers how she got impatient when the vampire kept escaping her clutches.

She drove a metal pipe through her skull.

She might have been suspended for a really long time, if the bloody girl had died then. For once, she was glad that Aria had such a good healing ability.

'Healing...'

A heart wrenching gasp escapes her mouth, as she turns around, hoping for the best. But, what she see's is the worst case scenario. Aria stands on the bed, embracing your unconscious self against hers, with her fangs sunken deep into your neck. Her mismatched eyes glare at Satsuri, as the officer feels an instinctive fear grip her.

Aria's purple eye then changes to match the predatory blue one, as she drops you back on the bed. The bite mark on your neck heals almost instantly, to which she just smiles, before turning back to Satsuri. The blondie just then notices, that the large hole she put in Aria's neck is gone without a trace. In fact, she looks as good as new. The girl showcases her razor sharp fangs with a malicious grin, as she then says:

"I hope you can do more than that, because I won't go easy anymore."