DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vampire Knight, this anime/ manga series was written by Matsuri Hino. However, I do own this Plot and OC; Aria, as well as any other OC's I add.

Prologue: Last Breath

She lowered her head further down my neck, her breath spilling across my exposed throat. I began to tremble in fear as she tenderly pushed my dark hair over my shoulder. Her teeth clamped down on my skin, piercing the skin while burying her fangs into the warm flesh. A strangled cry of terror escaped my lips and my large hazel eyes widened in shock and fear. She latched herself onto my neck, her pointed canines buried deep within the tender flesh of my exposed neck. Blood dripped from the puncture wounds mingling with the tears that brimmed in my eyes and trailed down my pale cheeks.

As the strange and utterly terrifying situation penetrated my clouded mind, I began to thrash about in her iron-grip, scratching at her arms until her fingers clamped around my wrists in a vice-like grasp, attempting to subdue me. Weakly, I tried to tug my wrists from her grasp, beating my fists against her shoulders weakly. She held me up by the wrists with a single small hand and used the other to support my neck to stop me from dislodging her fangs from my jugular. Her mouth never strayed from the wound torn into my skin and her tongue ravenously lapped up the flowing blood, a savage growl tore from her throat.

"Stop, please." I whimpered pleading with her. Fear began to pump through my heart, along with the terror that she might actually do it- she might not have the strength to stop and kill me.

Complete and utter mind-numbing fear dominated my emotions, making my burning hazel eyes as wide as saucers. Reality and fantasy twisted into sense of nothingness as I strived to preserve my life and to stop my bloodshed. Nothing seemed real, it was like I was floating away from my body, leaving this fake existence behind and realising everything I thought I knew was fake and everything I thought was fake was real.

Everything I thought I once knew fell away to leave me suspended over a vast open space of nothingness. There was no up or down, there was nothing it was like I was suspended in a never sky, something that doesn't exists, shouldn't exists was real.

"Ally," I rasped out trying to appeal to her rational side, the side I knew that couldn't be completely taken over the beast that so consumed her now, "Stop, please Ally."

My feeble pleas fell on deaf ears and the nauseating sound of her drinking my blood continued to harass me, echoing inside my the vast emptiness of my mind like a sickening melody. It conquered all my rational thought spiralling me scarily close into the depth of insanity and hysteria, rendering me helpless.

An inexorable pain constantly throbbed from the puncture wounds in my neck as she continued to drink, engulfing the entirety of my being. My breathing had become shallow, causing me to gasp in strange panting breaths; I was slowly losing both blood and oxygen. The heat of my blood slid down my neck and along my collar bone, it was sickening the amount of blood that continued to soak through my dress. Rivulets of my blood splattered onto the floor, colouring the usually white marble the dark shade of crimson, pooling on the ground like oil. The warm blood was in stark contrast to her frigid hands that touched my wrists and the frozen lips that moved against my neck, drinking my life away with each loud resounding swallow.

Darkness threatened at the corners of my awareness and my vision began to blur a fuzzy grey; however I could not allow myself to slip into the darkness's warm embrace because I feared that I might never wake up from that eternal slumber and I was not yet ready to be embraced by the arms of Death. The shadows I saw from the corner of my eyes were enticing me, to lull me into a false sense of security. I fought against the intruding sensation, banishing it from my mind knowing to surrender would be the death of me.

Tears continued to fall from my eyes, the sickening sound of her removing her fangs from my neck resounded through the empty room. I watched as she lifted her head from my shoulder, her eyes glowing with a crimson lustre. Nausea began to roll through my stomach as she dropped me carelessly to the floor. My salty tears mingled with the copper scent of my blood as I lifted myself up, fumbling with the knife I had strapped to my thigh now that I was released.

The weapon slid from the sheath, a sense of calm filled me as I held the weapon in my hand, and crimson eyes followed my every movement as I slowly pulled myself up to my knees. I held the dagger in my hand threateningly the wrought gold of the hilt shimmered in the dull light flickering from the overhead down light. It was heavy in my grasp, but not an uncomfortable weight, a familiar one. I slowly stood on shaking legs grasping the knife in my two hands to steady it.

The vampire before me bared her fangs, but then a frown tugged on her face. Short brown wisps of her hair danced along her cheek and dark blood covered her lips and chin as my blood trailed down her pale perfect skin.

"Oh Ally, what did they do to you?" I asked, tears once again filling my eyes as I gently touched my neck with the bite mark, feeling the slick feeling of moisture against my fingers, my blood.

"I'm sorry." The girl said in front of me, her own burning crimson eyes brimmed with tears.

She began to move towards me again but I held the knife up, she paused as if unsure what to do next. Slowly she reached for my hands and caught my wrists in her grasp. I stared as she placed the dagger over her trembling chest, "Right here." She said to me.

I froze, unable to move a single inch. Even though this vampire had bitten me and fed on me, I couldn't bring myself to kill her, because that in turn would make me a monster to. But I couldn't bear to see her hurt another person, I had my duties and that was to keep these things from harming, feeding and killing humans. My arms and legs trembled, the vampires touch was cool, but her grip was strong. The girl was only fourteen years old but she could overpower me with a single move if she so wished but she didn't and I understood why…

"Aria, I'm so sorry." The girl said before me, her mouth moving but I couldn't comprehend what she was saying as she yanked my arms forward and drove the knife into her awaiting heart.

The dagger pierced her pale skin, burying the weapon into her cold, dead lifeless flesh up to the gold hilt, very well piercing her unmoving heart. I watched in fear as the girl roughly pulled the dagger from her chest, the blood began to flow. She released me from the grasp of her fingers and the weapon clattered to the floor, blood splattered along my legs and the blood on the knife scattered into the air.

I watched as the crimson blood flowed from the wound staining her grey shirt a strange dark black. The blood spread along her shirt like a flower blooms in the spring, or a bird spreads its wings in preparation for flight. The young girl looked up at me the crimson luster leaving her eyes to reveal brown eyes flecked with topaz that were as familiar to me as my own. Her lips moved one last time; with her last breath she struggled to convey to me the one thing she had to tell me, this time I understood what she said "Its better this way." She paused as she gasped for breath as her life's blood continued to flow from the puncture wound the knife had left, "I love you Aria."

The girl before me exploded into tiny fragments of crimson colored crystal that vanished in to the air almost as quickly as she died. My legs buckled beneath me and I fell to a heap on the floor, the knife only a few centimeters away from the bare flesh of my knee. I lowered my head and my loose hair brushed against my lower back and elbows. My tears blurred as once again I began to cry in earnest, the salty water carving tracks down my blood stained face. I slowly rocked myself backwards and forwards as I mumbled into the silent room, "I love you too sister."

I collapsed completely onto the ground, burying my face into the cold, hard marble floor. My hair flowed around me like a chocolate river, the ends sticking in the bloody puddle on the floor but I was too wretched to move. My breath came in rasping gasps as the reality of what just happened finally began to filter through my mind, I had killed my little sister, and I had killed her with my own Vampire Hunting Weapon. I wasn't sure what was worse the fact that I had been afraid of her as she bit me or the fact that I was the one that felt like the monster?

I laid there for what felt like an eternity, crying my heart out and laying my fingers in the last remains of my younger sister, and my best friend, the small pool of blood, my blood.

READ & REVIEW: I literally wrote this in two hours but I find it a little creepy this entire idea came to me while I was eating dinner and talking to my own younger sister. But anyway, let me know what you think of this and I'm not sure where I want to go on this one so it will be random spur of the moment updates. Thank you.