Kana's POV:

"Kana..."

A voice echoes through the darkness.

"Kana"

It gains my attention.

"Kana...Wake up"

The voice beckons me awake from my peaceful slumber, and I find myself lying face towards Kanato, while he still sleeps soundly.

"Quickly Kana" The voice continues to speak in my mind.

At first I thought it was a dream, but the voice is so familiar that it can't be just a hallucination. Repeating the sound in my head, I can finally pick who the voice belongs to, causing my eyes to widen in realisation.

"Beary?" I stare down at the unmoving stuffed bear ticked snugly in my arms.

"It's a full moon, Kana" She informs me.

Of course how could I have forgotten?

That explains Beary's sudden awakening. Her tone of voice sounds more rushed and slightly on edge than usual, I wonder what has her so frazzled all of a sudden? Looking back up at Kanato's closed eyelids, I decide that I f I want to talk to Beary more in private, I need to be in a more quieter environment.

Rolling over under the sheets, I stealthily slip from the bed and tip toe across the carpeted floor. Reaching the door, I turn the knob silently and hoping that it doesn't emit a metallic creaking, which it doesn't. Successfully securing the door behind me, I cradle Beary in my arms and look down at her, beginning our conversation once again as I continue aimlessly down the hall.

"You must hurry Kana, you're in grave danger" She warns mysteriously.

"What do you mean? Kanato won't hurt us anymore, you don't have to worry" I assure her with a small smile, as I think of Kanato.

"I am aware he is incapable of harming us greatly, but he is not the imminent threat at the time"

"Then who?" I question further.

" 'He' will come, and will not stop until you're dead. You and your sisters"

Stopping dead in my tracks, I stare down at Beary with my eyes wide in terror.

"No, he can't!" I exclaim in almost a whisper.

"It has been foretold"

Standing frozen in the hallway, I clutch Beary even closer and squeeze her harder in horror. It can't possibly be true, is death by my father really my end? My mind flashes back to all those times father would strangle me, all for nothing, and I would almost pass out. Perhaps this time, when he comes to kill us all, once he has his hands clamped around my neck and black spots cloud my vision...I'll never wake up.

As if I was currently being choked, all the air begins to leave my lungs and I desperately suck in gulps of oxygen.

"Kana, there is a way to avoid this fate..." She continues on, her cryptic words ringing in my now throbbing head.

Hyperventilating, I drop to my knees as I feel a stabbing pain in my chest cavity, where my heart beat increases vastly in speed. Letting out silent cries of pain, burning tears leak endlessly from my eyes in salty streams. My entire body turns numb from the agony, my tiny figure slumping fully on the floor as I'm still gasping for air.

"Listen carefully Kana..." Beary ignores the fact that I'm suffering above her.

"I refuse to be weak!" I gasp out, using my clenched hand to claw myself across the carpet.

"You must run" She instructs, her voice a fading whisper in my ears.

My jaw shuts tight to ensure a frightening scream doesn't escape my raw lips, teeth grinding against each other to distract me from the torture that is erupting all over.

"RUN!" Multiple demonic voices chime in my head, some sounding like a sweet doll or a lost soul of a child, others like a reincarnation of murderous demons.

"I promised Kanato I wouldn't be weak" Wrenching open my eyes, I gaze off into the distance of the hallway with an insane stare.

The voices in my head repeat their previous words endlessly.

Pulling my lips up in a crazed grin, I heave myself from the floor at a leisurely pace, wincing when a new wave of searing pain rocks my body and shaking limbs. Although I keep up my demeanour, thinking of a thousand different ways I could torture and torment my father for nearly killing me several times, before finally giving him a brutal end. By my own hands, I shall murder him in cold blood, and he will pay for his crimes against my family, my sisters...me.

"No. I'm not going to run...but I'm not going to fight either. I'm going to tear him apart worthless bit by worthless bit, until I'll have him begging for mercy. How I can't wait to hear him scream in utter terror" I grit out, still enduring my rapidly beating heart and having my eye twitch continuously and uncontrollably.

If possible, my lunatic smile widens to an insane extent of a Cheshire grin, adding to my manic look, my head tilts slightly to the side.

"You would like that too. Ne, Beary?" Looking down into her pitch black pupils, I can see them gleaming with glee as she spots my mad expression.

At that moment, all is silent and all is still. Not a single heartbeat, nor a single movement. Then, from a window far behind me at the end of the hall, a long beam of sunlight shines upon my pale face, casting a shadow on one side and illuminating the other.

"Well, would you look at that Beary, my heart seems to have stopped" My grin drops into a mere smile, no pointy teeth showing.

Snapping my head down, my shoulders bob as I let out a few inaudible giggles under my breath. Steadily, my giggles amplify in volume, soon coming out as melodic laughter. But this was no ordinary laughter...this was the laughter of a psychopath.

Suddenly, a palm grips my shoulder and squeezes lightly, immediately shutting off my abrupt laughter. At the same moment, my heart begins thumping normally in my chest, as it should. Shortly, my breathing returns to normal and I let out a small breath, and slowly, I can sense my pupils widen back to ordinary and the smile falls from my face.

Turning around, my gaze moves up and meets the shining lime pools of my younger triplet, with a concerned face. Still, we continue to stare at each other, unmoving, until she brings her hand from my shoulder and wipes away the remnants of my dried tears.

Feeling a rush of exhaustion, my entire body collapses onto my sister in front of me, which she is lucky to catch me and hold me close in a snug embrace. In a comforting manner, she strokes my hair gently, untangling the violet knots as she goes.

"Come on, they're probably waiting for us" She utters softly in my ear.

Nodding softly, I feel Laita move my body away from hers and hook her arm under my shoulder to support my weight on hers. Staring at the ground, I will my body to move along with hers, as we amble down the carpeted hallway. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Laita with a pained and also drained expression, eyelids heavy, slouched posture, limping figure and beads of sweat forming and falling from her forehead. With my body still numb and my mind still confused and flooded with thoughts, I barely even register that we're moving down the hall and my feet are moving on their own accord.

Once the steps are in sight, I'm so overjoyed that we've reached our destination and hopefully allowed to rest for a bit. Then I notice a tall and proud, dripping wet, figure blocking the spotlight of moonlight. From the next outburst it's clear that it's my older triplet, who's now completely compromised our time alone together without the six prying vampire brothers to intervene our secret...problem.

"OH COME ON!" She shouts, loud enough to wake the entire mansion of sleeping beasts.

Great job big sis, you've done it now.

I hear Laita growl in annoyance from next to me, I lower my head once more and stare at the carpet. I won't allow my sisters to see my pitiful state, especially the others accompanying Aya at the bottom of the steps. That's strange, where's little Sura then?

"You're an idiot" Laita announces, giving Aya a pissed off glare with her tired pits of green.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that" Aya sighs in defeat.

Well that's a first.

"How's Kana?" Aya asks, her voice laced with worry and sympathy.

I want nothing more then to explode in her face about giving me sympathy, but that would be uncalled for. Submitting to my demons is a bad thing, but that doesn't mean that they don't decide to fill my head with devilish thoughts once and a while. Staring back down at Beary, I think about her last words before her voice faded, along with the rest of the demonic souls that decided to pitch in their words as well.

"Sorry Beary..." I whisper.

"But I'm not going to run"

Woo, cliffhnager much.

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