A/N: I've been wanting to write these for a while, but I never found the time to. Vampire Knight was a huge part of my life and I never really wrote anything for it, but I finally have time so I dug these old one-shots out and decided to flesh them out. I don't know how active this fandom is anymore but I know there are still some. I will mainly write these for my own pleasure, but please let me know what you guys think. Reviews are a huge inspiration to me.
That being said, here are a few things to note:

1. They kept putting out extra chapters to wrap it up on the side and although I've read them this story will be disregarding the extra chapters that have been tacked onto chapter 93. Some elements will be taken from them, though, such as their children's names.
2. If any of them seem OOC please let me know and I will try to update the chapter :)
3. Chapter titles will be the songs that inspired the chapter. Give them a listen!

Song by Laurel (Candyland Remix)

It had been 35 years since her brother threw his heart into the furnace, 35 years since he was imprisoned in an ice coffin, 35 years since she believed that she had lost the only man she could ever love, and 35 years since she was proven wrong.

She floated in and out of awareness, anchored only by the feeling of blood being drawn from her neck. It caused a strange pulling sensation, as if her blood was a string that was threaded throughout all of her veins, tying her heart to his with each drink. Then again, her heart has always been inexplicably connected to his with a knot that could never be undone.

It was impossible to lie to each other in a relationship such as this. The truth was written in every vampire's blood, and all of his truths pointed back to her. Every dream, every desire, every hope that he had... she was the catalyst to each of them. She had assigned the conviction to herself that she was meant to be with her brother and that she would eventually find true happiness with him, but that notion slowly trickled away with every drop of this man's blood like sand in an hourglass. It had never felt right when she looked at her brother... even though it was supposed to. The desire wasn't reciprocal. She would cry in her bed when she was sheltered, dreaming of someone else's embrace and longing for it everyday. Each overwhelming emotion made her feel like she was falling in the ocean, and she lay clinging to dreams and fantasies like a drowning sailor struggling for air.

His mind tried to sort through the distorted images that flowed inside of her consciousness as her blood ran over his tongue. His ears were filled with a mix of sounds composed of his thoughts with her own overlaying them. Arguments they have had, vehement denial of what lied in the future, lies that had been told between the two, lust that they had acted upon, and the regret that she wished he didn't harbor... all of the nostalgic senses combined to form a tragic symphony that could only be stopped by the sound of his name on her lips, her hands on his face, and her gentle kiss.

His stormy mauve eyes gazed upon the moonlit sky with a mystery that captivated her completely. The moon's light danced over him, his pallid skin frozen underneath her touch as the cool of the winter night reached its peak. The feeling of his body that had warmed her bare skin soon left her as he moved to lay at her side. Her wide, maroon eyes locked onto the blizzard brewing outside.

His full lips parted as he attempted to catch a small drop of her blood that lingered in the corner of his mouth, enjoying the sensation that melted his entire body. He exhaled in satisfaction, his scent carrying over to her, releasing the combined smells of cherries and gun smoke into the cool air.

The fact that his skin always smelled a little like gun smoke was much like him, she thought. He floated along in the breeze, swirling and changing, providing a moment of relief or discomfort to whomever crossed his path. Then he would disappear, tickling your senses in a heartbreaking way. She knew that soon enough he would disappear and her heart would break.

"Do you know what I admire most about you," she asked, her eyes tracing his silhouette.

His gaze fell upon her chocolate hair, his lips turning up in a small grin. "What's that?"

She turned to face the darkness of the ceiling, a chill running up her back, imagining that one day she would lie here alone.

"You live as if there's all the time in the world. While everyone else is sitting on the edge, you're not afraid to look past the inevitable as if it doesn't exist."

He stilled, his hand reaching out to run her hair through his fingers.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice quiet as he felt his heart suddenly become heavy. "But time doesn't care about people or their lives. It runs out for everybody eventually."

Her breathing slowed as she listened to his words. Her heart became solemn as the two of them continued to lay in silence.

She loved his fire. She craved his passion. She was mystified by the fact that he never stopped regardless of his fate.

But to the people who never knew what it was like to be born without all of the time in the world, they didn't understand what it was like to move and change like gun smoke in the air, nor what it was like to love someone who you knew would be gone someday.

He could never stay by her side forever. That was the only certainty they possessed.

A/N: Although it technically is an extra chapter that it happens in, Ai will still be Kaname's daughter.