Ok so I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KNIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS I do however own the non-canon characters
Please don't complain if you hate the story. If you hate it, that's fine just don't complain about it, if you hate it so much then there's nothing I can do to redeem it, ne? Criticism is fine just be gentle after all know I'm not the greatest and start out with low expectations. NO FLAMING Dear God no flaming it's rude and immature to flame people. Anyways the characters develop themselves sometimes so please don't get mad if someone acts ooc or if even my characters do something you hate mk? Otherwise I hope you enjoy :3
Prologue
Hot breath left her lips, her eyes clenched shut and her hands were grasping at anything nearby. Folds of sheets curved and pulled into her tensed digits, twitching with adrenaline. The face of the woman pale as can be as, her body thrashing its head back and forth, rolling it, extending her neck as she panted and practically screamed for air. Her body shuttered and clutched once more as if she were in excruciating pain, the beads of sweat falling over her face and down her chin. Onto her clothes, staining onto the sheets through the splatters of blood cascading like a haunting horror movie. The last of the rapid scenes came to the vision of a man, tall and sinewy with eyes the color of the splatters. His eyes flickered with an unknown lust and then they faded showing only the glowing fangs of his canines. The pearly whites that at the sight alone made the feeling of pins and needles shoot through her body. A hand reached out and at once she felt like she was choking. You can't run from me... There's nowhere to run. And even if you do, I know where to find you.
A stabbing and ripping sensation plagued her throat as the woman relinquished a muffled scream. Incoherent phrases of cried out rejections and complaining. A soft voice whispering in her tormented room. Once the red moon sits in the sky, only then can a soul be set free. Life never ends and even sinners are forgiven on the day of a red moon...
A gasp, a choke and a bellow of pain as the woman shot up in her bed, nails digging into her neck. She couldn't breathe and she squirmed trying to break free from the hands. Her eyes half closed in a desperate attempt to see her attacker. There was no body. Nobody was in the room and then she realized, the hands belonged to her. The arms dropped and she heaved heavily for breath. Drenched in sweat, she coughed and stared around the dark room. An average dorm room, noone else there as she hadn't been assigned a roommate yet, thank the gods for that. Had there been another woman in the room, she'd have found herself at the mercy of the thrashers living nightmare.
However she knew deep in her heart, this was no simple dream. "Even now, so far away he beckons for me." She rubbed the curve of her slim throat, resting a hand in a more reassuring way. She closed her eyes, the image of the burning eyes seering in her head as his voice seemed to linger only but a dark chuckle. The world she had found would be no good as a sanctuary, would it? Was she truly safe? Only time would tell.
Prying herself from her sweat ridden bed, she stumbled to the open window and stared upon the waning moon above. A slow and lonely cloud drifting almost like an eclipse above her. She shivered from the brief wave of cold that rocketed through her body. How long did they all have? Before the demon in human form came? And further more, how long before he decided to initiate his sick and demented plans?
An incomprehensible shout was called as the door broke down, causing the girl to jump and spin tail to face her intruders. A man and a woman stood at the entrance, the latter heaving a heavy and panted breath. The light brown curl in her hair pulled back into a bow today. The uniform that matched everyone else from day class only differed with the band around her arm, the emblem of the academy on her arm. "We heard screaming... are you okay?" Dropping weapon she rand to the window girl and examined her as a mother would an injured infant.
The man on the other hand stood with a look of indifference and simply snarled unpleasantly. "Damn false alarms. Don't scream unless you're in danger or dying." With that said, he turned and began storming off an aura of hate around him as usual. The silver haired boy was known to be the school grouch and even now as he lowered the Bloody Rose he had made famous, he had an uneasy wave of anger around him. Everyone avoided him with good reasons, he was believed to be a loose canon and at times known to be trigger happy.
A disgruntled sigh befell the hazel-haired girl's lips, "Don't mind Zero. He's always like that to everyone." She slowly guided the girl to her bed before running over and closing the open window and returning to the girl's side. "You're new here this year right, what's your name?"
The girl struggled to speak and at first not a sound fell from her lips. She coughed, cleared her throat then tried once more. "Satouko Arai." Though she managed words they sounded rasped and uncomfortable. However the hazel-haired teen seemed to understand the reasons being and smiled in a gentle way.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Arai-chan. Welcome to Cross Academy." A pause as she thought. "My name is Sayori Wakaba." She seemed blank a moment, as if confused. It took her a few minutes, as if regaining her composure before she registered what she was supposed to be doing. "What.. exactly made you scream like that? There isn't any blood that I can see. Are you hurt?"
The young girl who introduced herself as Satouko shook her head and bit her lip. A troubled expression embraced her pale face, streaked with small clumps of dried tears, tiny rivers connecting with the corners of her faint gray-silver eyes. The black tresses of her hair curled to the sides of her face before falling a mess on her shoulders. It was obvious she wasn't the most attractive in the world, a bit plain in body and even worse with her strained and stressed expression. "Ju-just a bad dream is all." She stammered in a half lie, her voice barely a squeak from the soreness of her throat.
The girl known as Sayori frowned and let off a soft sigh. "I see, well, if you want or need to talk about it, you have myself and Zero. Though Zero isn't much of a help to those kinds of things." Patting Satouko on the head, Sayori turned and heaved a heavy breath. "Alright, stay in your room until dawn, doors locked. You know the rules." Without a further word the new guardian walked out the door, shouting something about Zero needing to fix the door.
Sinking beneath the sheets, Satouko closed her eyes only to quiver at the sight before them. Those entrancing dark and evil orbs that never ended. That deep voice reverberating through the very bones of her body. With a clench of her body, Satouko began to sob softly, fearing to sleep as sleep itself was no escape from the true terrors that awaited the soon future.
Ch.1
"YORRIIIIIIIIIII!" A femme voice shouted, attracting the attention of one partially distracted guardian. Upon hearing her name did the small hazel-haired teen turn and smile on what she saw. The speaker ran with surprising speed and soon enveloped Sayori in a hug of mass proportions. "Yori, I missed you!"
"Yuki! It's been a while!" Sayori replied in her usual chipper tone, simply relieved to once again see her friend was doing well. The two held the hug long before Sayori's attention turned to her accompaniment. A tall man with soft eyes though still somehow rough and messy brown hair matching Yuki's. "And hello to you as well, Kaname." The name alone send a wave of squees and freak outs as the nearby students went into a frenzy. Sayori looked at the couple with worry and sighed, "Yuki, you haven't changed, didn't you think it would be better if you two had come in at night time?"
"Right, I'm sorry Yori I forgot." There was a pause and a click and with a swift turn of her head, Yuki found a gun to her head. A frown on her lips, she grabbed it with a gentle yet firm grip. "Zero.." She whispered softly.
"Don't address me as if we're friends you demon." The silver-haired man hissed in his usual growl. His eyes narrowed though filled with sorrow.
"If I might impede, Kiryuu-kun." The deep and melodic voice of Kaname interrupted as his hand rested atop of Yuki's, holding the gun in place. "We have done nothing wrong. We have important business to deal with the headmaster. Should you attack us with malice for no appropriate reason, then he shall have to take the actions necessary to restrain you."
A simple "Tch." left Zero's lips as he yanked the gun free and lowered it, though his vice never alleviated. "You're just damn lucky, Kuran." With a turn and his usual angry glare he began his shouting. "What the hell is wrong with all of you? Get your asses to class!" Slowly he faded into the crowd, attempting to help Sayori with her guardian duties.
As an awkward silence set in, Kaname turned to his lover and frowned. "Yuki, are you alright?" he inquired softly. "You know it's never too late. If you'd be happier..."
Not letting him finish the sentence, Yuki looked up with a soft smile. Though how sad it seemed she managed to pull through some genuine emotion. "It seems like Zero's in a good mood today, ne?" Yawning, her arms stretched above her head as she turned, causing her chestnut hair to fan behind her before settling back to its waist length. "Besides Kaname, you know I chose you and I plan on sticking with you. You're my life now, so more of that 'if I'd be happier' crap."
Kaname sighed but couldn't help and release a soft chuckle. "Alright, fair enough." With a soft movement, he pulled her close an arm around her waist as his taller body towered her a moment before dipping her slightly. "Yuki, I love you." His voice was light as a feather, a whisper on her ears as he pressed his lips gently on hers if only for a second. "Shall we go to our room?" He motioned with his other hand once she was stable on her feet once more. Her reddened face making him feel a slight swell of happiness inside his stomach. She flailed a moment yelling at Kaname for being cruel and making her flustered in public, but he disregarded it.
"Kaname, you never told me why we had to come back to the academy all of a sudden." Yuki inquired, looking over at the man as she gently continued removing a stack of cloths from the open suitcase. The clothing now scattering the once neat bed. The small bumps and curves on the blankets from the weight as little as it might be on its surface. She sighed as he went silent.
The room had been nicely set up for them, almost like a suite at a hotel with mingling reds blues and greens trimmed in gold. Kaname had commented it was tacky, but oddly Yuki liked it. She had a sort of attachment to the academy, after all most of her life had been lived here. Everything looked silent and perfect, despite the obvious patch job of when Kaname lost control and sent a splintering blast into the wall. Clearly the headmaster had done the best he could to cover it, but it was still obviously there. The floor was wooden and shone beneath the soft surrounding lighting.
A yawn came from Yuki's throat earning another soft chuckle from Kaname. "Tired, Yuki?"
Blushing faintly at her small outburst, Yuki looked away. "A little, but I can't sleep right now since it's almost dark." Her cheeks darkened as Kaname walked forward and pulled her into his arms before collapsing back on the feather-soft bed.
"Perhaps then you need to feed? Or maybe if I lye here with you, you will accept sleep." He teased her softly before kissing her temple, letting out a sigh of contentment. "Stay here with me, Yuki." He asked, his eyes closing to relax. The moment was silent as Yuki shifted, curling more comfortably against him as if obliging. The moment of peace was like heaven. Neither speaking only the subtle sound of their soft breathing and the gentle thudding of the calm hearts. Unfortunately their romantic moment was short lived.
"Yuuuuukkiiii~~~ My little Yuki has come to visit me!" There was a sound of thrashing and someone shouted faintly Sir, shouldn't you let them rest? It fell on deaf ears as the chairman barged right in and practically draped himself onto the bodies on the bed. Yuki blinked and looked at him and smiled nervously at his wails. "Oh Yuki so cruel! You never call or write anymore! You don't love daddy anymore, do you? I should have known! You hate me!" His eyes tearing with rivers that nearly flooded the room in a metaphoric way.
Kaname simply laid there with an awkward and blank expression. He didn't get angry, not at things like this. It was obvious however that he was incredibly irritated with the usual blank look of annoyance. With a nervous laugh, Yuki pushed the chairman off of them and sighed exasperatedly. "Don't you have any reserve?"
"Yuki! Why are you so cruel to me?" He sobbed. "I need you to call me daddy! I need my little girl's love!" In a desperate display of drama, Kaien reached for the sky pretending to choke to death. Falling backwards onto his back, his glasses gleaming and body stiff for a moment.
"Headmaster Cross.." Kaname started as he sat up and stared at the melodramatic man on the floor with indifference. "We've come on a more important errand. Something is coming and for some reason I believe Cross academy is the safest place for Yuki at this point of time."
Kaien blinked and straightened himself out, a more serious look upon his face. "What exactly are you talking about, Kaname?" Briefly removing his glasses, he proceeded to begin cleaning them with the hem of his shirt. The dark of his irises resting on the two.
Yuki flicked her eyes at Kaname who seemed to be staring at her with expectancy. As if in an understanding way she sulked a moment before leaving the room, however that didn't stop her from trying to eavesdrop. A door shut between them, she pretended to move away, walking in place before stopping and leaning to it; ear pressed firmly to close any air-distance.
There was a hesitance, a quiet moment where they waited to be sure she was gone, even if for not. Slowly the bed creaked as Kaname seemed to adjust and turned to the headmaster. "I'm sure you're no fool. There has been a rumor flying around of the constant deaths of purebloods." He paused and eyed the headmaster's reactions for any sort of alarm or a sparkle of an idea. However there was only a thoughtful look upon Kaien's face.
"No.. I haven't hard anything of that... are you sure it's not just a rumor?" Kaien's face showed a serious deepness to it as he pulled his hair back into a ponytail. A look of disdain on his face at the thought of a pureblood being slaughtered and there being no clues to the murder.
"I wish, however I noticed at the last council meeting there were surprisingly and alarmingly fewer purebloods than usual." Kaname sighed and closed his eyes, resting the shrap curve of his chin in the crook of the back of his hands. His mind reeled in a similar pattern as Kaien's. "It's so strange, the council is covering it up. Usually they'd make it public as to find the culprit, however it seems they may have ulterior motives."
"Perhaps the reason they don't tell everyone is because it could be incredibly dangerous. young and inexperienced ones could get killed in attempt." Kaien inquisited before frowning. "Still, are there any suspects? Any at all?"
"No, sadly. It's just been announced that all purebloods should find safety in a crowded place with plenty of people for witnessing. I can understand their view for that, but I can't understand why they don't hire bodyguards. It's all a little worrisome."
"So you brought Yuki here for safe keeping?" Kaien Cross smiled. "Wow Kaname this is the best compliment you could give your father-to-be!" The exposed grin on his face quickly faded as Kaname gave his soft, blank glare. It almost dared the man to try and say that again. With a wave of his hand in a dismissing way, Cross sighed. "Well nonetheless, you two are welcome to stay here as long as you please."
"I appreciate it." A thankful look on Kaname was enough to earn a new grin on Kaien's face.
Cross nodded before standing to his feet and sighing. "Well I was wondering why we had a few new students that were slightly unusual." Scratching his head. "I got a few papers in today that a couple of choice families were sending their children here. No reason why the sudden change, especially curious as to one being far out of country."
"Oh? That would be?" Kaname feigned interest, his eyes more focused on where Yuki was eavesdropping, almost as if knowing he was watching her, she tiptoed to the bathtub. Kaname stared another moment as Cross whispered his response.
"It's a secret, you see you'll meet him soon enough." A finger to his lips and a chuckle behind them Cross watched as Kaname excused himself silently from the conversation. "Aaa I'm terribly sorry, I interrupted your night didn't I?" Dusting himself off he turned. "Keep in touch and up to date Kaname, until the murderer is found you're not even safe here." He said darkly then once more smiled. "Toodles~! See you at dinner I hope!"
After the man disappeared behind the obstacle of a door, he turned and looked out the window in thought. Was there really murders, had he overreacted to a silly rumor? He sure hoped so. A hand resting on the doorknob, he spoke softly yet firmly. "Yuki are you decent? I'm coming in."
Yuki answered with a soft squeak. "U-Uhmm yeah it's fine! Go ahead."
Kaname allowed himself in and sniffed. "You weren't bathing, what were you doing?" He knew well, but she would avoid the truth anyways. As she babbled some nonsensical story about what she claimed to have been doing, Kaname grabbed her chin gently, cupping it in his hand. "Yuki. Why do you still try to hide things from me? Don't I make you happy?"
"O-Of course! I-I just..." She sighed. "The pureblood killer isn't real, is he?" She blurted before she could stop herself, ears red with embarrassment.
Kaname shook his head with a heavy breath. "Yuki." Pulling her into a kiss. "You need to stop playing with knives." Replying with that alone, he turned and left the room, leaving the woman he loved disheveled and confused.