Relaxing

His eyes widened as he knelt at her side. Valentine's head bowed down low as he looked at the blood and then at himself. The teenager couldn't fall into the unconcious world. The eighteen year old's fingers lifted her up, he lifted her up and with much struggle lifted himself up.

They were about a half mile from the school hospital. No...I can't go there...I have the energy, nor the will to want to go there. Setting her down, he knelt to her side, collapsing by her side, his head by hers and his eyes facing the sky above.

A couple minutes later, a panging noise hit his head as the subtle and cold raindrops his head. His wound had not healed, but was beginning to. He was losing blood, too much of it.

Gripping his shirt Valentine patched up his chest and then while the other half of the shirt, ripped and stained with his own blood Valentine placed the patch upon her. He gritted his teeth, his thin black hair now pouring down with the rain upon her head.

"Great...I finally meet a friend and she dies...do I have the responsibility to have a friend?" Valentine's solemn voice met with the air and the rain, and his eyes looked towards the heavens.

"Yea, are you alright? Why are you shutting your eyes like that? Are you that tired?" Valentine wondered if he should pick her up again and run them to the hospital. The eighteen-year-old looked at her in the eyes and saw the vampires behind him. He then wondered, Are they dead...dead?

"Why?" He asked, the last time she said this she was worried that the two vampires would kill him. What was the connection? Valentines eyes searched everywhere for an answer. "You are dying of blood loss, I can get you to a hospital! I know, we would get in serious trouble, but we wouldn't die." Valentine was fighting his hate for getting himself in trouble on purpose.

"What is wrong?"

A thump in his stomach came over him. Give my blood! What? But...I don't want her to die, yet, she could suck it all...get a bloodlust while I am giving her my blood. I might just die of blood loss.

Clenching his hands, the friendship, his first friendship and probably his last, was engulfing him. "Sure...go and suck the blood from me. From living blood." He looked down, always doing that whenever he was forced to donate blood. He was a bloodtype 0.

Valentine then looked to her and shuffled next to her, drawing her up with his arm. "Umm...bona patite." He tried to smile, but under the rain and the fight, he hadn't the energy.

The kiss on his cheek was to distract him so the pain wouldn't hurt as much as the shock. She hadn't done this before but she knew shock made pain dissappear. She wanted the boy to not hate her after this.

As the warmth of the kiss was upon his cheek, Valentine was shocked, but reason took over his mind to tell him not to question the amount of their friendship. Amelia let go of his neck and the blood did not spurt, but he was indeed not doing so well.

"You didn't have to kiss me, really, what are friends for?" He thought the kiss was for thankfullness, not for the shocking purposes. Valentine looked up at the sky and found it to look nice on this particular day. Rising up, the eighteen year old found himself leaning towards the left, away from the vampire.

Guess that took out more than I expected. He was getting woozy, the world was still as light as ever. "Hey...can I just rest my eyes. I guess I need to bandage up my bloody body." He leaned against a tree and slumped down. Valentine's head leaned against it as did his back. His eyes closed as Valentine's face drew towards the sky.

"So, how many of those fights have you done?" The world of the vampires...two words...scary...exciting.