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tw// gore, creepy stuff
Yui didn’t know what to expect when she pressed open the heavy white door, having just navigated endless vacant, sterile white rooms lined with smooth chairs and tables that looked like they’d never been occupied prior to her entering. It was the strangest thing, but she knew she was somewhere close. Just how close, Yui wasn’t sure, but nevertheless found herself shocked to find what she did behind that door
Stretching before her was a dank, narrow wall, its drab, dark red carpeting contrasting greatly from the building she previously wandered about. Immediately upon entering, she was hit with a thick scent of wax, dust, and even more strange— blood. It was heavy, it was everywhere. Her breath hitched in her throat the closer she drew bear the smell’s source while her thoughts raced behind her wide eyes as to what she was about to witness.
Crouched in the middle of this awkward ballroom was Simone, her blonde-white curls gleaming beneath the warm glow of a chandelier not-so-high above her. They shifted slightly when she hoisted up what Yui quickly realized to be a pair of legs still connected to the mangled remains of a male torso and what she assumed to be his arms. His head was nowhere to be found. With the corpse now limply clung around her waist, the girl, still veiled by her thick hair, leaned over and with a series of wet crunches and tears continued her devouring of the body.
All around her the man’s blood had dried to a near black color against the already crimson shade of carpet. Her entire body was covered in it too, her face still yet to be revealed. Yui knew if she tried to swallow she would choke just by how her trepidation gripped her by the throat. Her eyes welled with tears but couldn’t find it in them to descend down her cheek, and with each small, shaky exhale, she could feel her heartbeat quicken.
“S.. Si...” She started but Simone’s name merely dropped from her quivering lips in tiny, whispered syllables, though it was enough to make the sound of her eating cease in an instant. Yui’s eyes widened even more so when she saw her slowly pick her head up and with that her curls, now cascading gently down her back, to reveal her face. Her beauty could just barely shine through the horror Yui found herself locking eyes with. The unconventional lighting obscured her features and caused the most deafening silence to ring between the two of them there in that dusty ballroom. Simone’s eyes were shadowed though her cheekbones caught the light effortlessly, and beneath it all was what looked to be a veil of blood smeared all across the bottom half of her face and down her neck. For how far away she was, the red here also appeared black, giving Simone the most uncanny expression when combined with her hardened, glaring eyes. And then slowly, the woman’s voice drew out from her blackened mouth in a low tone, though clear enough for Yui to hear,
“If he tasted the same to you as he does to me, you wouldn’t be looking at me like that.”
Yui choked out half a gasp and stumbled back, the sudden movement causing her nerves to flare up and continue to propel her back, where her feet would run before she even realized she started her escape. She flung open the door and tore down the hall, her pounding footsteps echoing terribly off the shining walls. Yui knew she was pursuing her without looking back; she could feel the faint hum of the atmosphere behind her being warped to accompany a traveling entity, the same way it did Cordelia. Upon reaching the parking garage, Yui was quick to break out into the lot but was immediately seized by a pair of strong arms before she got a few more steps in. A loud, frightful cry tore from her lips and she thrashed immediately, Subaru just barely being able to keep her still as she struggled.
“St- Stop! The fucks’ the matter with you?!”
Yui would continue to leap from his weakening grasp like a spooked rabbit, her arms outstretched and clawing at his clothes as she tried to inch down his broad back. But, to no avail, he pulled her down and straightened the human before him, his pupils quivering with the same exhilaration that kept her panting and frantically whimpering, “She.. she was... no...” None of what she sobbed into his chest made any sense to the dumbfounded vampire who still stood frightingly close to the door.
“What’re you... what are you saying? Yui?!”
She managed to lift her head from him and pull him down, her eyes now puffy from the onslaught of tears that racked inside her small, trembling frame.
“It’s her!”
“Who?!”
“Simone! It’s always been her! We have to— oh god.. I have to go! I can’t—”
Her words would break apart into tear-filled mumblings as she wriggled between his hands. Subaru was processing this information far too slow for her liking, and at any moment Simone would burst from that door and do him the same way she did that other demon in the ballroom. Yui could throw up from how her insides surged up inside her and twisted grotesquely at the fleeting glance of Simone’s bloodied face peering around the end of the white hall still in sight by the swinging door. Another scream broke from Yui’s lips and she beat in Subaru’s chest relentlessly, doing anything she could to get away from him and the face that still lingered behind her shut eyes.
Azusa and Kou slowly came meandering around a cluster of cars, both with the same grim look of shock plastered across their faces. They both heard Yui squeal and cry a number of times, but never did they hear her scream the way she was now. Not even Subaru, who, to his dismay, was left with no choice but to free the hysteric girl and send her flying in the direction of the two other boys. Though, Yui paid no mind to them and reeled around the same cars with a quick skid of her shoe, disappearing into the rest of the lot to be reunited with the others who steadily crept up the winding road. By some lingering human instinct, Kou was left with no choice but to follow the girl, quickly muttering to the others, “Fuck that,” and running after Yui. It was the fastest he and anyone else had ever seen Yui run before. This fear she felt was primal, just like her hunger.
