kiss of the vampire "the Girl with the Sharp Sword"

Kiss of the Vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp Sword"

Mission eleven: Regrets

Deyviel snaps his eyes open.

(Pant pant pant)

Deyviel narrows his eyes at the clock.

Alarm ringing!

Fuck. What is it? (Press stop on the alarm.)

(Knock) "Hey, you dumb ass. Wake up, you're going to be late at school. Move your ass now!" Deyviel's father said. He just shook his shoulder and took a bath before going to school.

"Hey kid, do me a favor. Don't sleep too late next time. Here (he threw a sandwich to him), eat this whole walking. Go now, blackhead," he said.

"(Smiles) Thanks, pops; appreciate it." I'll be late today, so don't wait for me, old man," Deyviel happily said and ran to school. In the middle of his walk, he encountered a girl that got surrounded by thugs (4 of them). Jeez, man, these idiots again," he said while slowly approaching them with his hands inside his pockets.

"Hello, normies and amigo di eldiablos." After hearing that, all four turn around and meet Deyviels Punch, and moments later all of those four men fall down. "Man, these morons always do this on a daily basis. Can you guys have nothing to do in life? Piss off and get a life, dumb fuck," he shouted, and the thugs ran away. "And hey lady, you shouldn't walk around here; those thugs always do that to many people, so. if I were you, I wouldn't take this path again." He advised her, but she just looked down and nodded.

"T…thank you, Mr. She, she shyly said. "The name is Deyviel; what's yours? "He asked.

"I'm Elisia," she shyly answered. "(Damn, why is she cute?) Come on, I'll walk you to school. The base of your uniform is well headed to the same school, so let's go," he offered his hand, giving the brightest smile to her that makes her heart skip a bit and turning her face red. And he took her hand, and they started walking together.

(Author's note: I'm not going to write "that's how I met your mom., No, fuckface, this is an action fantasy, not a romance. Anyway, back at it.)

As they walked, Deyviel kept an eye out for any more trouble. The streets were bustling with students, but the atmosphere felt tense. He could sense that something was off today.

"So, Elisia," he said, trying to keep the conversation light. "What brings you to this part of town? You don't seem like the type to hang around here."

Elisia hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I... I just moved here. I'm still trying to find my way around."

"Ah, a newbie! That explains it," Deyviel replied, flashing her another grin. "Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes. Just stick with me, and you'll be fine."

As they approached the school gates, Deyviel noticed a group of older students loitering near the entrance. They were known for causing trouble, and he felt a familiar surge of protectiveness.

"Hey, Elisia, wait here for a second," he said, releasing her hand. He walked over to the group, his posture confident. "What's up, losers? Looking for trouble again?"

The leader of the group named Rodney, a tall guy with pink hair, with a wide grin, stepped forward. "What's it to you, Deyviel? You think you can just walk around here like you own the place?" Rodney asks, trying to intimidate Deyviel, but Deyviel just chuckles.

Deyviel smirked, his fists clenching at his sides. "What if I am? Whatcha gonna do, Patrick? (He called him because of his pink hair.) ); And if you're looking for a fight, I'm more than happy to oblige." He said a menacing smile appeared on Deyviel's face.

Elisia watched from a distance, her heart racing. She had never seen anyone stand up to those guys before. Deyviel's confidence was both thrilling and terrifying.

Rodney just laughed, glancing back at his friends. Signaling them to move closer, "You think you can take all of us on? You're outnumbered, kid."

"Maybe," Deyviel replied, his voice steady. "But I've taken down bigger idiots than you. So, what's it going to be? You back off, or do we settle this right here?"

"Well, I guess we can join your fun, right, Deyviel?" Ethan chimes in. Hand on the shoulders of Rodney's friend.

"Welp, I want good exercises anyway, and my body is kind of stiff, so I'll join,Denver added while stretching up. and moving closer to Rodney's back, and Rodney quickly noticed that they were surrounding them.

And Mizuno was about to say something, but then Rodney spoke. "Task, let's go. It's not worth it."

The tension in the air was palpable. Elisia could see the hesitation in the leader's eyes. Deyviel had a reputation, and it seemed to be working in his favor.

After a moment, Rodney scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Whatever, man. This isn't worth our time." He turned to his friends, and they began to walk away, muttering under their breath.

"Heh, hey Deyviel, we're late, so let's meet up later after school, okay?" Ethan shouted, and the three of them walked inside the school.

Deyviel watched them go, a mix of relief and adrenaline coursing through him. He turned back to Elisia, who had stepped closer, her eyes wide with admiration.

"That was amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You really stood up to them."

Deyviel shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just another day in the life, you know? Gotta keep the streets safe for the newbies." He winked at her, and she giggled, her cheeks still flushed.

As they entered the school, the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period. Deyviel glanced at Elisia, who looked a bit lost in the bustling crowd of students. "Hey, do you know where your class is?"

She shook her head, biting her lip. "No, I don't. I'm supposed to be in Room 204, but I have no idea where that is."

"Room 204? That's on the second floor; just follow me," Deyviel said, leading the way. As they climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He was showing her around, protecting her, and it felt good.

When they reached the classroom, Deyviel paused at the door. "Well, here we are. Just remember, if anyone gives you trouble, you know who to call," he said, giving her a playful salute.

Elisia smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Deyviel. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime, Elisia. Just don't forget to save me a seat at lunch, okay?" he replied, and with that, he turned to head to his own class.

As he walked away, Deyviel felt a strange mix of emotions. He had always been the protector, the one who stood up for others, but there was something different about Elisia. She made him feel... lighter somehow. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. Focus on school, he told himself.

The day dragged on, filled with the usual classes and the occasional scuffle in the hallways. Deyviel found himself glancing at the clock more often than not, eager for lunch. He wanted to see Elisia again to make sure she was okay.

Finally, the bell rang, and he bolted out of the classroom, weaving through the throngs of students. He spotted Elisia sitting alone at a table, her lunch untouched, looking a bit lost in thought.

"Hey, there you are!" Deyviel said, sliding into the seat across from her. "You look like you could use some company."

Elisia looked up, her face lighting up. "I was just thinking about how different everything is here. It's a bit overwhelming."

Deyviel nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I get that. But trust me, it gets better. Just stick with me, and I'll show you the ropes."

They chatted about their classes and their interests, and Deyviel found himself laughing more than he had in a long time. Elisia was easy to talk to, and he enjoyed her company. But as they talked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface.

Suddenly, the cafeteria doors burst open, and a group of students rushed in, panic etched on their faces. Deyviel's instincts kicked in. "What's going on?" he asked, standing up.

One of the students, a girl with wide eyes, gasped for breath. "There's a fight outside! It's the older kids! They're going after someone! Ah… Deyviel, help! We need your help!"

Deyviel's heart raced. "Who?" he asks, standing up from his seat.

"I don't know! But they're out of control; they're beating Mark. Please help him, Deyviel!" she shouted.

Without thinking, Deyviel turned to Elisia. "Stay here. I'll be right back." He didn't wait for her response; he dashed out of the cafeteria, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

As he burst through the doors, the scene before him was chaotic. A group of older students had cornered a smaller kid, shoving him around and laughing. Deyviel's blood boiled. This was exactly what he had been trying to prevent.

"Hey! Get the hell away from him!" Deyviel shouted, stepping forward, his fists clenched.

The group turned, surprised to see him. Rodney turns; the same guy from earlier smirked. "Look who it is. The little hero. You really want to play again, Deyviel?"

Deyviel squared his shoulders, his gaze unwavering. "You're not going to get away with this. Not today. At least you still can go home; that's what I can assure you."

The leader laughed, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "You think you can take us all on? You're outnumbered."

"Nope, not at all. You guys are too weak to be considered opponents, so I was hoping you'd brought more," Deyviel replied, his voice steady. "So back down now, Patrick," he added.

The tension in the air thickened, and Deyviel could feel the tension. But moments later, all 5 guys and he are in the principal's office, and Deyviel is the only one who had no bruises from the fight.

The principal's office was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The walls were lined with awards and certificates, a testament to the school's achievements, but the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Deyviel sat in one of the chairs, his heart still racing from the adrenaline of the fight. The older students, now seated across from him, wore expressions of annoyance and disbelief.

Principal Harris, a stern-looking woman with glasses perched on her nose, leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Deyviel. "I received reports of a fight outside the cafeteria. Care to explain what happened?"

Deyviel straightened up, his confidence unwavering. "I saw a group of older students picking on a younger kid. I couldn't just stand by and let it happen."

The principal raised an eyebrow, glancing at the older students, who were now sulking in their seats. "And you thought it was wise to confront them alone?"

Deyviel shrugged. "Someone had to do something. They were out of control."

"Out of control?" Rodney, the leader of the older students, scoffed. "You think you're some kind of hero? You just got lucky."

Deyviel shot him a glare. "Luck, my ass; you're just weaklings, that's all, and luck had nothing to do with it. You guys need to learn that bullying isn't cool."

Principal Harris cleared her throat, cutting through the tension. "Enough. I will not tolerate this behavior in my school. Deyviel, while I appreciate your intentions, you need to understand that there are consequences for fighting, regardless of the circumstances."

Deyviel nodded, knowing he was in trouble but feeling a sense of pride for standing up for what was right. "I get it, but I couldn't just let them hurt someone."

The principal sighed, rubbing her temples. "I understand your perspective, but you need to find a better way to handle these situations. Fighting only escalates the problem."

The older students exchanged glances, their bravado fading. "We didn't even do anything that bad," one of them muttered, but the principal shot him a warning look.

"All of you will receive detention for your actions today," she declared, her voice firm. "And Deyviel, you will join them. Consider this a lesson in conflict resolution."

Deyviel felt a mix of frustration and acceptance. He had done what he thought was right, but now he was facing the consequences. "Fine," he said, crossing his arms. "But I still think you should be punishing them more."

Principal Harris regarded him for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "I appreciate your passion, Deyviel. But remember, there are ways to be a hero without resorting to violence. Use your voice, not your fists."

With that, she dismissed them, and Deyviel found himself walking out of the office alongside the older students. The atmosphere was tense, but he felt a sense of satisfaction. He had stood up for someone who couldn't defend themselves, and that was worth the trouble he was in. But after they left, one of Deyviel's friends, Ethan, entered the office of the principal. "Hey auntie, can we talk about Deyviel? She just looked at him, meaning for him to continue.

"Can you give the guy a break? He's been through bad shit since childhood; he lost his mom and got bullied when we were in elementary school, and no one stood for him, so that's why he developed a heroic persona. And what I'm asking you, Auntie, is to not punish our friend." He bowed while saying that.

Principal Harris looked at Ethan, her expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. She had known Ethan for years, and his earnestness was hard to ignore. "Ethan, I appreciate your concern for your friend, but rules are rules. Deyviel's actions, while noble in intent, still resulted in a fight. I can't simply overlook that."

"But he was trying to protect someone!" Ethan argued, his voice rising slightly. "He's always been the one to stand up for others. If anyone deserves a break, it's him."

Mizuno chimed in, "Yeah, Auntie. Deyviel's not a troublemaker. He's just trying to make things right. You know how tough things have been for him."

Denver nodded in agreement. "He's been through a lot, and he's just trying to help. We all know he could have walked away, but he didn't. He chose to stand up for someone who couldn't defend themselves."

Principal Harris sighed, rubbing her temples again. She had seen the good in Deyviel, but she also had a responsibility to maintain order in the school. "I understand your points, and I admire your loyalty to your friend. But if I let Deyviel off the hook, it sends the wrong message to the other students. They need to understand that violence is not the answer."

Ethan stepped forward, his voice steady. "But what about the message it sends if we don't stand up for each other? Deyviel is a hero, and heroes don't always follow the rules. Sometimes they have to break them to do what's right."

The principal looked at the three boys, their expressions earnest and determined. She could see the bond they shared, and it reminded her of her own youth, when she had fought for what she believed in. "You all have strong convictions, and that's commendable. But I need to find a balance between discipline and understanding."

After a moment of silence, she continued, "How about this: I'll reduce Deyviel's punishment to a warning. He'll still have to serve some time in detention, but I won't make it as severe as it could be. However, I expect him to reflect on his actions and find better ways to handle conflicts in the future."

Ethan's face lit up with relief. "Thank you, Auntie! That's all we ask for."

Mizuno and Denver exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring Ethan's joy. "We'll make sure he understands," Mizuno promised.

Principal Harris nodded, her demeanor softening. "Just remember, boys, being a hero isn't just about fighting. It's about using your voice and your influence to make a difference. I expect you all to support Deyviel in that."

With that, she dismissed them, and the boys left the office, feeling a sense of victory. As they walked down the hallway, Ethan turned to his friends. "We did it! Deyviel's going to be okay."

"Yeah, but we need to make sure he learns from this," Denver added. "He can't keep putting himself in trouble like that."

Mizuno nodded in agreement. "Let's find him and talk to him. He needs to know we've got his back, but he also needs to be careful."

As they made their way to the cafeteria, Deyviel was just stepping out, looking a bit disheveled but still carrying that familiar spark of defiance in his eyes. When he saw his friends, a grin broke across his face. "Hey, what's up? Did you guys get in trouble too?"

Ethan shook his head, stepping forward. "Nope, we talked to Principal Harris. You're getting a warning instead of a full detention."

Deyviel raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really? You guys did that for me?"

"Of course," Mizuno said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We're a team, remember? But you need to be more careful. You can't keep putting yourself in the line of fire like that."

Deyviel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know. I just... I can't stand by and watch people get hurt. It's not in me."

Denver nodded. "We get it, but there are other ways to help. You don't always have to fight."

"Yeah, use your voice, not your fists," Ethan added, echoing Principal Harris's words. "You can still be a hero without getting into trouble."

Deyviel looked at his friends, their concern evident. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it. I'll try to be more careful. I just... I want to make a difference."

"You already are," Mizuno said, smiling. "Just remember, we're here for you. Always."

As they walked back to the cafeteria together, Deyviel felt a warmth in his chest. He had friends who understood him.

"And how about you tell us about your new girlfriend over there?" Point in Elisa's direction and wait for me.

Deyviel felt his cheeks heat up at the mention of Elisia. He glanced over at her, sitting at a table with a few other students, her laughter ringing out like music. "She's not my girlfriend," he protested, though the smile on his face betrayed him. Ethan raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Oh really? Because it sure looked like you were enjoying her company earlier."

"Yeah, man," Denver chimed in, nudging Deyviel playfully. "You were practically glowing when you walked her to class."

"Are you morons spying on me?"

"Who wouldn't? "Cymac chimed in.

Mizuno laughed, shaking his head. "Come on, Deyviel. You can't deny there's something there. She's cute, and you were all heroic and stuff. It's like a classic movie moment."

Deyviel rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. "Okay, okay, maybe I think she's kind of cute. But it's not like that. We just met."

"Bruh, kinda?! You blind? (grabbing my head in her direction.) "She's straight-up beautiful, you dummy,Denver said.

"Just met? You saved her from thugs and walked her to class. That's a solid start," Ethan said, crossing his arms with a knowing look.

Deyviel sighed, running a hand through his hair again. "I don't know, guys. I mean, she's nice and all, but I don't want to rush into anything. I've got enough on my plate with school and all this drama."

"Drama? You mean the drama you create by jumping into fights?" Denver teased, but his tone was lighthearted. "Look, just talk to her. You're good at that. You made her smile, and that's a big deal."

Deyviel glanced back at Elisia, who was now looking in their direction, her eyes meeting his. She smiled shyly, and his heart skipped a beat. "Maybe I will," he said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Just be yourself, man," Mizuno encouraged. "You've got this."

With a deep breath, Deyviel straightened up. "Alright, I'll go talk to her. Wish me luck."

"You don't need luck; you need confidence!" Ethan called after him as Deyviel made his way toward Elisia.

As he approached, he could feel his heart racing. What was he going to say? He had never been great at this kind of thing. But as he got closer, he saw her smile widen, and it gave him a boost of courage.

"Hey, Elisia!" he said, trying to sound casual. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all!" she replied, her voice bright. "I was just talking to these guys about the school. It's all so different from where I came from."

Deyviel took a seat across from her, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, I get that. It can be overwhelming at first. But trust me, it gets better. You just have to find your groove."

Elisia nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I hope so. Everyone seems to know each other already, and I feel a bit lost."

"You'll find your place," Deyviel assured her. "And if you ever need help, I'm just a shout away. I mean, I'm kind of the unofficial tour guide around here."

She laughed softly, and Deyviel felt a warmth spread through him. "I appreciate that. It's nice to have someone looking out for me."

"Always," he said, his tone sincere. "So, what do you think of the school so far? Any classes you're excited about?"

Elisia leaned in, her enthusiasm evident. "I'm really looking forward to art class. I love drawing, and I heard the teacher is amazing."

"Art, huh? That's cool! I can't draw to save my life, but I admire people who can," Deyviel replied, genuinely interested. "Maybe you can show me some of your work sometime?"

"I'd love that!" she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm still working on my style, but I'd be happy to share."

As they continued to talk, Deyviel felt the earlier tension of the day fade away. He was enjoying this—enjoying her company. It felt easy—natural even. And for the first time in a while, he found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could let someone in.

And after a week, I confess, we started dating a few months later, and then that one fateful night. I saw that smug face before he hit Elisa's bus with his truck. Before they collided, I could understand his lips saying, "Don't mind me taking her with me (smiles).

"Damnit, nooooh!!!!" I ran as fast as I could to save her; she was bleeding, and her bus was about to fall off the bridge. I mustered all of my strength to run as fast as I could, but I was too late. The bus fell. And I tried to jump and save her, but the lake was too deep and the current was way too strong, and the police stopped me. All I can do is cry and cry and cry...until I can't cry anymore. And then I collapse.

To be continued…

Authors note:

Kiss of the vampire character bio

Name: Denver josh cruz

Age: 19

Race Human

Blood: type o

Occupation: welder /thunder

Height: 5'3

Eyes : brown

Weapons: dual dagger

Ability: ki manipulation. 

Awaken ability: fire

Skill: dual flaming slash, jagged blow