Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight just my OC's and plot differences.
Chapter 1: Sora
How is it possible to see the light when all you had known was darkness for so long? How do you do even the most simple of things, like tell time? Know what day it is – what had it been?
Hours?
Days?
Years?
How long had she been here in this hell? She wasn't even able to remember her own name. They hadn't called her anything but 'Abomination.'
'Long.' What is long?
The measure or length of an object. The unbearably drawn out amount of time from one point to another.
Whatever. It didn't matter. Only one thing ever really mattered to her.
Blood.
That's all that was left to her, really. That, and the excruciating pain of what the men in white called 'blood-lust'. Since it supposedly made her stronger – too strong – they made sure to give her the bare minimum. Just enough to keep her alive and able to regenerate.
It was hard to remember anything from before the men in white took her. Memories were like fog over a marsh. And not even a fun marsh, more so one with lots of dead bodies—how could she remember what a marsh was?
Focus.
Her existencedwindled down to nothing more than three things: Metal, blood and darkness.
What did blood even taste like? She could hardly remember. It had been an eternity since she'd last fed. There were things she could remember though. Like Metal tables and scalpels.
Yes. When it came to those, she was an expert. That was where they had their fun by tearing her apart and leaving her barely hanging on and only giving her enough time in-between to heal some, then back to work.
Not even the cold of the table could numb the pain.
Then there was the darkness. The only thing that could be dubbed as some sort of twisted salvation. It was the only thing she had to look forward to. When the tests were done and her screams came out as nothing more than broken whimpers – A lot like her body – they injected her with an amber colored liquid. Of course that was just to shut her up, but it was when the amber liquid came that she'd calm down.
Only then did everything disappear.
It was a long while later that she came to realize she wasn't alone.
Not physically, of course. That would give her a way to feed and become stronger. No. The place she wasn't alone was in her mind. Deep down, somewhere inside of her forever regenerating body, was a monster.
It whispered sweet nothings of control and endless amounts of blood. When she ignored it, the voice of the monster would scream at her and call her various names. It would tell her that she was nothing.
There wasn't any escaping it. It had a firm grip over her mind. But never her body or soul. She'd never give that up. Not until her mind broke. She found herself giggling at that thought as the men in white strapped her down to another table.
That was her one saving grace – knowing she still had enough strength to fight back. Bad things tended to happen when the Monster took over. She felt nothing when it did. All of her emotions would just shut down as it cradled her in its cold, yet comforting, embrace.
Much more comforting than metal tables. It looked like they were going to pluck out her eyes today. Her laughing became manic.
She wouldn't break, though.
Every time she became too weak and the Monster got out, it was always the same thing. She'd wake up from whatever damage she did, and cry and cry and cry and-
No. It was not meant to be let out… But it was always there.
Laughing.
Waiting.
Crude, dingy, stone floors layered with soiled hay scratched at her bare legs as she crawled over to her 'bed'. In reality it was just a sack of hay, but it was enough for her to sleep on.
She found that sleep came either way, no matter how hard she fought.
All she had to look forward to were dreams. Most were just terrifying nightmares. Beasts with wide gaping mouths that held rows and rows and rows of needle-like teeth. It used those teeth to chew on the bones of its victims; until they turned into nothing more than dust.
After, the beasts would use the dust and its sticky saliva to craft beautiful masks. The masks helped to fool those around them.
Those stupid enough to believe in their pretty lies would become yet another mask.
She was beginning to believe the in the beasts ways more and more with each passing moment. It was terrifying. Was she like them? An ugly mound of flesh with razor teeth and blank eyes? Or was she just one of their masks?
Her dirty hair fell in clumps down to her knees, so caked in filth it was a wonder what color it originally was. Any skin she could see under dirt was so pale- she laughed.
Pale as bones.
Dreams of laughter. Her screams to the ceiling of her cell echoed.
Those were to be hated most. Dreams like that were nothing more than another mask: a beast – so beautiful that there was no way they could be true.
She was afraid.
Lately it felt as if something was changing in her. She couldn't pin-point exactly what it was, but it felt... powerful.
The monster was raking its claws into her brain. It was only a matter of time before it clawed its way to the center.
Her eyesight flashed red and her throat felt like as if it was on fire. A raging inferno that vacuum sealed her soul and spat it out.
No. No, no, no, no. Not again.
Give in...
A whimper left her lips as the nails on her hands extended into sharp spikes. She clawed at her neck in a vain attempt to ease the pain. She knew it wouldn't help. Instead screams took over the silence that once filled her cell.
The strong metal walls seemed to close in around her. It was suffocating.
After screaming for what seemed like forever, the reinforced metal door to the cell creaked open, letting in a blinding amount of light.
She hissed like a rabid animal, scurrying into the darkness in the corner of the room.
3 men dressed in white walked in her cell.
The tall man on the left spoke first, "Jay I think we need to put our little blood-sucker back to sleep, she's going to end up killing herself if she doesn't stop scratching at her neck like that."
Kill them first.
The man in the middle, Jay, spoke next in a teasing voice. "Awh come on now, I think she would be doing us and the world a favor. Isn't that right? Abomination." The way he spit out the word made her skin crawl worse than the bugs that did so while she slept.
Jay pulled out a syringe with amber liquid inside. It was pretty obvious what his intentions were, and he'd never been gentle.
This is enough. Give in!
Her skull felt as if it was about to burst open and coat the small room in her brain matter. She screamed louder as he came forward with the sharp needle. Her breathing was out of control, coming out in huffs of steam.
Everything began slowing down.
Yes. Take a deep breath. That's it...
The next time she inhaled, she smelt it. Felt it. It was pulsing around the room, a sweet yet spicy smell, and... It was coming from the men in white.
Now let me out… Let the hatred you feel come forward. Give me control.
She let go, too tired to hold on. Too tired. Once again, she gave the monster what it wanted.
She was an observer to her own body, taking the back seat – yet aware of everything. No feelings existed in the back seat.
As the monster took over, so did its monstrous instinct. Or maybe it was her instinct?
With inhuman speed, she was in front of Jay, looking up into his eyes. It made her smile to see his fear, but the grin was gone in an instant. Replaced with rage.
Lashing an arm out, the tall man on the left went flying back into a wall. She grabbed the shocked man on the right by the neck, and it snapped it with ease in her small hands. The sound reverberated through her own bones and she shook in pleasure.
The syringe Jay once held was tossed somewhere behind her carelessly. When it shattered, the man flinched, and his small beady eyes widened in horror.
Even standing up as tall as she could possibly manage, they were still taller than her. But she was much stronger, and now they knew it.
Inhaling the air around him deeply, a wide smile found its way back on her face. It was strange, really. She could feel his fear surround her. It made her adrenalin pump faster and her throat burn with need.
Blood. Feed.
That's what the smell was. The words were the only thing running through her mind, over and over again on repeat.
Blood. Feed. Blood. Feed. Blood. Feed-
Feed on his blood.
She grabbed the front of his lab coat and pulled him down to meet her height. Leaning in towards his neck and grabbing into his hair, she pulling his head harshly to expose thin sweaty skin. She Licked over his heightened pulse and felt him tense up. It was salty.
Without warning, she bit down and Jay let out a moan. She started gulping down his blood, not caring that it got all over her face, the floor and her body. Must have hit the artery. It didn't matter. She was dirty anyway.
The eternal burning that was in her throat cooled down some, but it wasn't enough.
The monster inside of her still wanted to consume more, to take the lives of the people who took theirs away.
When Jay fell slack – dead she assumed numbly – her attention was pulled to the hypnotic sound of another beating heart. Turning slowly towards the sound, she regarded one of the other man she threw into the wall. He was knocked unconscious from the force of hitting his head, but still alive.
She walked to him slowly, got on top of his limp body and went straight for his neck. Not even feeling the slightest bit of remorse, she began ripping his flesh from his muscles all the way to the bone; painting the walls of the cell, that had once tried to hold her, red with blood.
As soon as she was finished, she stood up again—noting numbly she had torn his head from his shoulders—and made her way through the still open door. The florescent lights didn't bother her eyes like before. Then again, nothing felt as it did before; all she could feel was the power coursing through her veins. It was such a rush that she stumbled slightly, giggling like a mad-woman.
When she stepped over the threshold of the door and into a white hallway, she felt it again – but this time there were more. All of the heartbeats pounded loudly in her ears, just waiting to be consumed.
When she spoke, it wasn't that of her own. While hers was described as wind chimes on a breezy day – this voice was the opposite. It was loud in the empty hallway and hoarse, speaking in many voices that sucked you in and took hold of your soul. It demanded to be heard, to be obeyed.
It was the monsters voice.
"Come to me so I can cleanse your filthy souls. Come, and let your master consume you."
There was a short pause before doors in the hallway slowly began to open, and more white coats walked out. Their faces held excitement that didn't reach their unseeing eyes.
None realized they were being lead to their deaths. Or maybe they did realize, but like her, didn't care.
Seeing this made her giggle harder. She twirled around in circles, joyfully. Was this what the men in white considered blood-lust? Was this how they felt while they plucked her apart?
No matter. It was taking over her body, just like the monster.
She stopped and a sadistic smile spread over her bloodied lips. Her long fangs were on show for them to see, but instead of their eyes widening in fear, they held only eagerness.
Extending her bone-white hand, she spoke in an airy voice, "Who would like to go first?"
Then, there was darkness.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Shou walked up to a bland steel door. It didn't look like much, but apparently it lead to some underground research center, where the people there had been running some illegal tests.
The vibes he was getting from it were less than inviting.
Why do I always get put on the creepy missions? He thought to himself as he opened up the door. Nothing good ever comes from places like these.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Shou had to take a slight step back. The smell of blood and death hit him like a brick wall. Fuck.
Forcefully swallowing down the lump in his throat, he walked into the building, past an empty receptionist's desk, and followed to where the smell of death was the strongest. He wasn't afraid. He was never afraid… Yeah.
While trying to convince himself further, Shou couldn't help but notice something... Strange. Like how there was no one in sight.
Now, he wasn't an expert by no means, but normally weren't there people walking around places like this?Shou had been expecting a little more resistance than what he was getting. A little more of a fight.
It was rumored that the scientist's here were doing research on any type of vampy related things they could get their hands on. That included every type of vampire (level E included, sadly) and even hunters. How they managed feats like that, he would never know. Just snatch and grab, he guessed.
Lately, though, there were human abductions. So if all they had to do was collect humans that could only mean one thing.
They either had a contract with a Pureblood (unlikely) or they somehow imprisoned one. It was a lead he would follow regardless. If it had to do with a Pureblood, he was there.
After walking for what felt like forever, Shou found himself at a double door. He mentally prepared himself, noting a strong presence somewhere behind the door. It was distinctly a vampire.
"Blood-lust filled vampires are so troublesome." He thought out loud to himself.
The wide double doors opened, and he stood there for a second, taken aback for the second time at the sight.
Blood. It was everywhere.
Limbs torn from bodies and gore thrown around like some sort of morbid painting. The once white walls were now stained with splatters of dark, red fluid. Brain matter, organs and bone fragments slowly fell down walls in certain areas.
After a few beats Shou came out of his shock and put his hand through his unmanageable black hair, and whistled, kicking a nearby arm. "This is not going to make Kaname happy. Not one bit. Hate to be the sucker to clean this mess up."
As soon as he was done speaking, he felt it again. But this time it was easier to distinguish. A presence this strong could only mean one thing: Pureblood.
And a strong one at that. Hmm. They had managed to acquire one after all.
Taking another look around, he searched for who had caused all of this mess, not really prepared for what he saw.
A young woman, probably no older than him—on top of a small pile of bodies—naked.
Extremely dirty and bloody, but still in nothing more than her birthday suit. Seriously, who kills an entire research center naked?
"Crazy people." Shou answered himself out loud, nodding his head. The suddenness of his voice momentarily frightening himself. This creepy ass place was getting to him.
Deciding to finally take a closer look so he could take the crazy Pureblood away, he made his way through the throngs of scattered bodies. He grimaced every time he stepped on something squishy. Find your happy place, find your happy place.
Three spines later and a few mushy bits later, Shou could see that the girl was indeed passed out. A small smile rested on her full, bloodied lips, while her body was curled into a ball—The sight reminded him of a cat.
Bending down he extended a large, pale hand towards her face. He shuddered when his hand made contact with her cheek and ran through her blood and grime caked hair.
A wave of familiarity washed over him.
The girl made a small noise as if feeling his presence, and revealed emerald green eyes. Eyes that held a shocking similarity to his.
Shou's hand began shaking. He was in a state of shock and could not find it in himself to move as she began lifting herself up and made her way towards his neck.
Before she could bite down the male whispered one word. It stopped her from what she was doing, and instead she looked up at him with a cross between confusion and recognition.
Her green orbs rolled back, signaling her loss of consciousness. She was out like a light.
Shou let out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding. The word he spoke echoed around the room, and his skull.
"Sora?"