Yay! My first fan fiction!

Originally I wanted to write up a story the first day I formed this account, however time got away from me with exams and such -_-

BUT! Its summer already! That means I have a lot more free time than usual!

Anyway, this is my first story, and its just a little one shot about this fanfic I read earlier. It was really cute, so I'm writing up the same thing only with different guys.

So in full spirit of disclosure, I present to you my first Vampire Knight fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I don't, unfortunately do NOT own Vampire Knight. I do however own this fanfic account and this story, for pure fun and entertainment.

Shiki

You go out on a nice, spring night where the moon reflects upon the river making it sparkle more than Aidou. You take your bag, which held your sketchbook and your speakers and ipod filled up with piano and violin music.

You set up your environment making it peaceful and calm. You enjoy the sound of the water gently hitting the walls of the grass. And then you begin your sketch.

The sketch itself was beautiful yet it lacked something, something important. Oh yeah that's right; love. However you didn't notice.

You see, whenever an artist draws or paints something, they always have to have love for their art; otherwise you wouldn't even call yourself an artist. However the artwork cannot lack its character, or personality. The art has to perform the actions they were created to do.

"What do I do now…" you thought. You rip the art out of the red velvet sketchbook and throw it to the ground. And then you start another piece.

When you finished, you look at your sketch. You think your added love to your drawing and you added color this time to make the art pop.

After you added color, you look at it. It LOOKED like it had love however it didn't actually have it. You sigh in defeat. "What's wrong?"

You jump from surprise, and you turn around. It was Senri Shiki, the quiet one who always hung around Rima Touya under an umbrella to block out the sun. He has never talked to you, until this moment.

"Oh, Senri…um" you stutter for lost words. "I was just drawing something" Bingo, right on the mark. "Can I see?" his soothing and caring voice oozed with gentleness. "Um…sure." You hand him your finished drawing, the one with color.

"This is amazing." His dark eyes scanned the smooth paper and found something that I was confused by. "What?" you ask, "Oh nothing, its just that your sketch is amazing and all but your missing something" He said examining your page. "What is it missing?" "Love." "Excuse me?" "Love, every artist needs to appreciate their artwork otherwise it will lack character and personality". You can't remember the last time you were ever given this thing called love. The only love you have ever received was from the piano, your mother passed away from a heart disease. Before she died she said:

The reason I'm dying sweetie is because your father never loved me. But if your heart is strong enough, I'm sure, no positive that I will always be with you.

And with that your mother passed away and with you gripping a sketchbook she gave to you on your 5th birthday and tears that filled you heartbroken eyes. Your father sent you to Cross Academy so he can have time to think things over with a therapist.

"_? (A/N your name goes on the line)" his face is in front of yours, you can tell his eyes shook with a bit of worry. "Oh sorry I was just reminiscing." (A/N -_-)

"What are you listening to?" He asked when he saw my ipod. "Oh Mozart's Moonlight Sonatina" "That's a good piece, I love the way he explains his emotions on the piano." (A/N You guys should get into classical music, its amazing) Shiki said.

After your short discussion, you realize its almost morning. You reach for your stuff when a branch unexpectedly scratches your lip. In seconds, blood is coming out like a storm. You sense Senri's eyes go red as he watched intensively as your blood goes out. In seconds (A/N Dannnggg there is A LOT OF SECONDS in this story ^_^) you were pinned to a tree and Senri's tongue gently licks your bottom lip. And then he kisses you.

You moan silently as he continues to suck your blood out of your lip. He takes in your scent and struggles to remove himself from you. You sense this and you gently push him off you. His eyes regain his normal color and he says "_ I'm so sorry I could resist."

"….." "_?" He asks. Then you kiss him again, this time WITH temptation.

FIN.

Author: Huh?Huh? What did you think? I know, it may seem a bit rushed or something. But please give me your honest opinion by reviewing! Thank you for taking your time to read this, and I hope you enjoyed it!

-JanKayKay