Creatures of the Night

A fanfic by both Dawn. Fire. Angel and Littlebells


DFA: Hi everyone! My name is Dawn, and this is my partner in crime, Littlebells! The both of us are co-authors for this story.

LB: Ola! My name is LittleBells, and, no, I don't do crime! Yup, co-authors. Anyway, I've never written any Vampire Knights stories, so, don't mind me if my writing sucks. Cause I know they do. *tears* Dawny, if the story doesn't get good response cause of me, don't kill me.

DFA: I won't up you don't call me Dawny in front of the readers. And here's Kaname who wants to say something.

Kaname: We didn't know we were so famous. (Kaname wipes eyes) Dawn's making two stories for us!

(Author Dawn thinks, "wimp".)

Yuuki: Nii-sama, don't cry.

DFA: ... ANYWAYS, just remember, I won't be stopping the other Vampire Knight story, 'First Love', but it might take longer now with two stories to update... Just kidding! (Author Dawn cowers when readers raise rotten tomatoes) I'll update when I can. On to you, Bells!

LB: Actually, I've got nothing to add anymore. Haha! Oh right, we've got disclaimer to do. Aido, come! *holds a packet or two of Pocky* *Aido looks at LB with puppy dog eyes* ... And now we have Aido for the disclaimer!

Aido: Goody! Littlebells and Dawn don't own anything in this story except for the OCs!!! Pocky, please! (Author Bells tosses Aido the Pocky)

LB: Good boy!

DFA: Without further ado, I present to you, the Prologue! And please don't waste Pocky.


Prologue: The Beginning

The crescent moon shone dimly through the thick trees as two flashes of white moved quickly through the trees. Forever moving, never stopping, never showing signs of exertion, the creatures silently followed some invisible trail.

It was not long before there was a small, reddish glow of fire in the general direction they headed. Voices were carried back by the slight breeze in a low murmur, and the sound of something cooking. It wasn't the food that invited these creatures, oh no. They craved something more... liquidized, and more precious than anyone ever knew.

There were four of them, three males and a young female, not counting the dog. Two smelled of alcohol, whilst the other two were sober. The dog was pacing uneasily, and sometimes letting out a panicked whine. Grilling nicely on the spit was the game these hunters have caught. Now, though, the hunters will become the hunted.

Suddenly, the dog barked loudly, in the direction of those two creatures. A low hiss escaped the bigger one, and the other one let out a small snarl, as they crouched high up in the tree. The dog whimpered, and cowered into his dark-haired master's head.

"What's wrong, boy?" the burly man asked the dog, stroking his head as he peered up into the thick trees. "There's nothing up there."

The other man, a thin guy with jet black hair, laughed drunkenly. "I told you he's been drinking," he said, grinning like an idiot.

"Nonsense," the first man replied, still staring up at the trees. "Dogs don't drink." He stood. "I'm going to check it out."

The smaller creature glanced up at her partner, and dropped into sight. She bowed her head and moved forward slowly, her eyes closed, but seeing everything.

The young man rounded the corner and started when he saw a beautiful young girl, maybe about sixteen or seventeen. Her face was halfway hidden by a curtain of silvery-gold hair that shone like diamonds in the moonlight, but the man could see that she was inhumanly beautiful.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?" the man asked in a rough voice. "Kids like you shouldn't be out here in the woods. It's dangerous. Go back home."

The girl raised her eyes, and he saw that they were red – blood red.

His eyes widened, and he stepped back involuntarily – and he bumped into something hard, but warm. Slowly, he turned around and saw a perfect looking boy, the exact replica of the beautiful young girl. His eyes, too, were blood red.

The boy smiled, his perfect white teeth flashing in the darkness. The girl looked at him, and her lips moved, more quickly than anyone can imagine. The boy rolled his eyes and spoke to the man; his voice was a low, ringing murmur that would entrance anyone.

"Call your friends."

He couldn't reply, he was shaking so much with fear and longing. What were these people?

The girl drifted silently to her brother's side, and she spoke to the man this time. In a beautiful, wind-chime voice, she said, "I know that you speak – call them."

"W-what?" he stammered at last.

Her eyes flashed dangerously. "You heard us," she whispered; he detected a sense of menace under that beautiful voice.

He swallowed, and then turned to call out in a shaky tone, "Sakura! Come here and bring those two lugs along." When he turned back to where they were standing, they had disappeared.

"We sense your fear," the boy's voice whispered from behind him, in a rush of wind. The man whirled around, but he wasn't there.

"Do not be afraid," the girl murmured, this time to his right. He turned again, but she was gone.

"What's up, man?" his drunken friends called through the trees. His daughter, Sakura, a pretty fourteen year old girl with blond hair and gray eyes from her late mother's side, padded beside them. She was nervous, he could see that. The dog cowered into her side, and whined.

Suddenly, the slight whir of the wind stopped, and the two perfect beings gazed at his friends. Oh, how he wanted to run and scream, "Go! Run away!" But he knew that they'll catch them if they did run.

The men were staring straight at the beautiful girl, who gazed back with no interest and lots of boredom evident on her face. Sakura's eyes flickered back and forth, from her father, to the boy, and to the girl, then back again. Not my girl, the man thought firmly, and reached into his coat for his gun.

Then, the boy crouched and sprung right to the drunkards. The girl whirled and kicked the gun out of his hands. She smiled faintly, "That useless thing isn't good against me."

"Please don't hurt my girl," the man begged. "Don't hurt Sakura."

She tilted her head to a side, and smiled. "I'll try," she promised, and then she lunged for him.

-DFA


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