Vampire
Night is their element, a large part of their lively hood. It is what hides them from prying eyes, holds them close like a mother would and welcomes them in. Vampires live off the night, and flinch away from the light of the sun. They were born in the darkness, fated to the darkness, welcomed by it, and loved by it.
They were also stained by it, the darkness within which they lived and thrived. Their nights were made up of horrible things, they were the nightmares sitting on the edge of a persons mind. They were the subconcious fear barely acknowledged, the gritty bloody taste of fear in your mouth.
They were vampires, hated, adored, lusted after, feared, and utterly mind consuming.
They've held hearts in their hands, jugulars between their teeth, they've watched eyes fade into darkness, they've watched, and they've stalked. They've murdered, without a care barely glancing at the still beating heart in their hands.
When he does go to sleep Kaname dreams of all this and more, of sweet innocent eyes, a bloody crown, of chess pieces ever moving, always in play. He dreams of silver hair, broken amethyst eyes and a gun pointing down at him.
"Monster."
He dreams of innocent eyes dirtying, falling into the cold crystalline likeness of a predator, of a vampire. Kaname dreams of blood, someone crying, and more blood. The sound of gunshots, the primal sound of beasts tearing each other apart, of dark dungeons and battles long past. Kaname dreams of the future, and fears somewhere deep inside.
Because like any other pureblood Kaname can't help but to seem to break everything he touches, and he's afraid he might break something too precious to be lived without.