Nope don't own Vampire Knight and spoilers to chap 50
Zero thought he was almost to a tolerable place. All that effort of forgetting the old Yuuki , crashing down to the start. He wasn't even going to see her just her douchey pure blood boyfriend. Why the hell did he agree to attend this shitty meeting when he knew this was going to happen.
The chairman had to know he couldn't be out hunting every single night. There just weren't enough ratbastard level-e's on the damned list in the area. As soon as he's done with school and shit he's going after all their precious pure blood leaders. No matter how arrogant they are Bloody Rose will be able to handle it. The nights he wasn't out hunting he was getting drunk or being a manwhore. Such a shame he couldn't drink, fuck, and kill at the same time. That thought first came to him when he was pretty drunk and started labeling himself as a triple-threat and the next Hannah Montana. The rest of that night was spent practicing his singing, dancing, and coming up with a stage name.
He tried drinking till there was nothing in left in his mind when she first left and almost had his stomach pumped so that was out, Now the goal was plain old drunk, blacking out was not an option at clubs. It happened once and this girl was just straddling him and staring. In most other places people would've cared but here they probably encouraged it. He ended up going to her place.
Contrary to popular belief Zero wasn't a totally mean drunk. More of a bipolar guy. Imagine him about to kill himself or one of the Night Class and then having Yuuki calm him down, times that by 30 and way faster. The girls he was with thought that meant he was sensitive. All of them were horny/drunk sluts and probably would've believed he was a robot if he went "beep bo ba beep." He was never drunk enough to mistake them for her though. Must've been a total fuckup in a past life if life gave him such a shitty hand this time around. That was his mantra trying to trick himself into believing he really did deserve this. When it was going good he could loose himself in the thought.
One week was as long as a girl lasted usually, his flavor of the weak. He liked to pretend he was having an actual relationship but eventually he'd notice how annoying, whiny, bitch, or whatever the hell else was wrong with her. The shortest was around maybe 15 minutes from grinding on the club floor to a bathroom stall. Every face was there somewhere in his mind as much as he hated to admit it he was a conquest, keep count kind of guy sort of. They were all his markers to show how far he's fallen. If he was particularly drunk his brain would pick out the girls he liked most, the two weekers. Then Zero would just be able to circle the features he liked most on each. Those features were the basic reason they lasted more than a week. All their features would start forming a picture. It was like no matter how hard Zero tried to keep them apart they kept crawling back together to form Yuuki. Instead of putting the pieces of her face back together, he had to start putting the pieces of his life back together. But, really try this time the first real attempt since he was 9 years old.
Not that great I kind of have problems writing stories unless their songfics