Early Release

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario Vampire or any part of its franchise. I would also like to thank lord of the land of fire for giving me permission to write this.

This is a sequel to The Unsealed Vampire story by lord of the land of fire and the unsealed Vampire: Moka's Revenge by yours truly.

Enjoy:

The worst part about Hell wasn't the torture. It wasn't the pain that was brought on through countless hours of being cut up, burnt or frozen in new and creative ways. It wasn't the mental or the physical trauma he went through on a daily basis. It wasn't the endless screaming and agonizing around him. It wasn't the fact that he had lost all hope to escape long ago. It wasn't even the fear of the unknown of what new tortures Reaper would come up with tomorrow. No, it was something that had kept Tsukune going through the Snow Village and the HLF. More precisely, it was one memory that kept him from falling completely prey to Hell and finally becoming no more than another scared beast locked away within the infernal realm.

There was nothing left of Tsukune as we knew him. He was no more than a shell, an empty husk that had been subjected to so much pain that he had forgotten his own name years, if not decades, ago. His mind only remembered being here, suffering at the hands of a demon with red eyes. No, that wasn't the only thing he remembered. Sometimes, after weeks of sleep deprivation, he would fall into a deep slumber for no more than a few seconds. But those few seconds were enough for him to see her... She would sometimes have silver hair and red, slitted eyes. Other times, she would have pink hair and green eyes. For no more than a second, he would feel at peace. And that feeling of peace was what made waking up the worst torment of them all.

Today it happened again. He woke up again to see Reaper grinning at him, he knew precisely who he dreamed about and that just made it all the more fun to see Tsukune break down from the same old trick, over and over again. No matter how much time passed inside the confines of Tsukune's mind, Reaper knew that particular torture method would always work. Having one last vestige of who Tsukune was made his torment all the sweeter. If he was allowed to forget himself completely, he would no longer suffer as much, at least mentally speaking. He would just be another animal awaiting punishment.

As it was, Reaper wasn't even sure Tsukune could still be considered sentient, the resulting beast he had carved out of his lighter counterpart was indeed his finest creation. It was incredible how far you could push a human mind before it broke, so imagine how far you could go when you could reform and crush it at will. And there was no shortage of time down here to experiment, either.

How long had he been carving this mockery out of what Tsukune once was? A very long time. On the outside, no more than a few hours had gone by since Tsukune went into a coma. In here, centuries had passed by, and Tsukune felt every second of it.

But today wasn't the day to reminisce, he could feel the power of the Dark Lords tugging at his mind, attempting to bring Tsukune back. They were on the verge of succeeding which meant Reaper only had a precious few hours in here at the most before the torture would end, he would have to make the most of this session.

Without another second wasted in contemplation, Reaper grabbed one of his knives and started cutting into Tsukune, intent on making sure these last few hours together would leave a memorable impression after he wakes up. Then again, after so much time spent together, there was little chance he would forget..

Once again, screams echoed in the endless abyss Tsukune called Hell and Reaper called home Wherever Hell wasn't important, whether he be dead or alive didn't matter to Tsukune, it was all the same to him now. All that ever continued in this sea of despair and agony was the pain, demonic mistress of his days. He remembered cursing something else during his early days down here. What was it? It was something he accused of having thrown him down here, something he despised. He called it... Fate. What is Fate? Does it matter? No, nothing matters anymore. All there is is the pain, pain and the women. What was her name? Why did she still haunt him? Had he done something to her? Was she the reason he was down here?

He gave his latest question a moment of consideration. If she threw him down here with Red Eyes, why couldn't he find it in him to hate her? Why? Why couldn't he just forget? Forget everything and finally be lost in the pain? Why did this carry on? What had he done that deserved so much punishment? Who was he? He just wanted the pain to stop so badly, he wanted someone to make this stop. He would do anything for that. But if someone hadn't acted after all the begging and pleading, there was almost no chance someone would act now.

And so he gave in to his despair as he had done so many times before as his mind went blank from the pain Reaper inflicted upon him once again. Sobbing was the only thing left for him, to sob and scream until the end of time.

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Moka was next to his comatose body laying on one of the beds in the infirmary, she had come as soon as her mother had told her that they found Tsukune's body. For the last 24 hours, since she got back to Yokai Academy, she refused to leave his side. She would hold him and whisper to him but he was too far gone to hear her. Despite the Headmaster's warnings that she could do nothing for him, she stayed, Nothing would separate him from her, not this time. She had once lost him to Mizore, she would never lose him to someone else ever again. She had once lost him to her blood now flowing within his inert body, she would never let her nature get in the way again.

Both Mokas would make that exact same promise and beg him to wake up continuously, they had fallen asleep still begging him to come back to her. They had warned her that he may not be all there when he woke up from his coma, that it wouldn't be a pretty sight. She didn't care: If he was hurt, she would nurse him back to health. If he needed comfort, she would be there to give it to him. But no matter what, she will be there for him when he woke up, she swore that to him and wasn't about to let him down. If only they still possessed the familiar bond, Inner Moka would be able to enter his mind and help him find his way back to consciousness. Her blood would make him strong enough to get through this. Then again, from what she understood, that was what drove him insane and comatose in the first place, she was the reason he was wandering in the dark, unable to find the light. By attempting to save him, she had damned him. No, Tsukune would judge of that once he woke up. If he never wanted to see her again, she would obey his wishes. For now, however, he was out, and she loved him too much to ever leave him in this vulnerable state, now or ever for that matter. So she stayed, intent on being there for him whenever he would wake up. Little mattered time to one who was immortal but it would be nice to see him wake up soon.

On the other hand, when he finally woke up, she would have to talk to him about her family, it seemed that having Tsukune meet the Shuzen clan formally would be impossible to avoid now, she wanted him ready for anything they might throw at him. But something else bothered her, it was the way her sisters reacted when Tsukune was mentioned in their presence.

Kokoa seemed to downright despise hearing that name, every time someone would bring it up, her face would scrunch up ever so slightly as if in disgust. Getting her to accept him might be a tad bit difficult. Akua was a little too interested in meeting him for her tastes, whatever she had planned could not be good for Tsukune. Kahlua was the most enigmatic of her three siblings on the matter, oddly enough, she who is usually so overjoyed would excuse herself from company whenever he is mentioned. Could she not even stand him being mentioned? She never took her sister for the elitist type, she is usually so accepting of others.

But now that she thought about it, her mother was bringing him up his case in conversation a lot since her meeting with the Chairman. The others might not notice but she would always be ever so slightly saddened when she spoke of him. How did she know? She had seen that exact same sad but hiding it with a smile look on various occasions in the mirror. Who better than she could tell when she was keeping something a secret? At the time, she simply dismissed after hearing what his condition is but she did seem more saddened than usual lately. Did she know something about Tsukune she didn't? She would make a point of asking her just what she was holding back, right after Tsukune woke up and she had made sure he was alright.

Of course, just as she had thought that, who other than the Dark Lord in question would walk in at that very moment? She was accompanied with the two other revered Dark Lords, all three were watching Tsukune's inert form with a lot of attention. Moka merely glanced at them before turning her gaze towards him. When would he wake up?

Lord Fuhai excused himself from the room and exited without uttering a single word, leaving both Lords Bloodriver and Tenmei to continue to appraise the boy in the infirmary of the monster school. Both approached him simultaneously. As Moka watched the two Dark Lords head to the right of Tsukune's bedside, opposite of where she was seated and holding his hand quite firmly, both planted themselves next to him and exchanged a glance and a nod before turning their faces to Tsukune's. The room was completely quiet for a few minutes, Moka didn't dare interrupt the powerful Lords in whatever they were doing, hopefully raising Tsukune from his coma, and sat there in silence with an expectant look etched on her face.

Akasha and Mikogami were too busy attempting to override Reaper's influence on his lighter counter part to notice Miss Akashiya staring at them in a hopeful manner. Soon, a couple light bulbs above the bed where Tsukune laid sleeping exploded, signaling that something important was happening. The room's temperature dropped several degrees and left Moka in a chill, the two powerful monsters seemed oblivious to this development as neither of them moved an inch.

Finally, it happened, Tsukune began to stir in his sleep, his face contorting in pain as if mirroring his inner torment. Only two people knew what that meant, Reaper's grasp was slipping just as they expected. So far, he had been quite persistent in keeping Tsukune locked up inside his own head. The resistance, though futile, was an unexpected development that left the Dark Lords momentarily surprised, they wouldn't be able to raise him from afar, hence why two of them just showed up to focus a bit more energy into it. The mind was a relatively new frontier for the revered Lords, none of them had delved extensively into those arts, mastering something as complicated as this therefore took more time than expected. Soon it wouldn't matter though, Tsukune would wake up and they could begin the process of healing him, he would need it badly.

Tsukune had been looked up in there for a good 30 hours in all. From what Mikogami estimated, the equivalent of an hour out here would be the same as a decade in there. Which meant Tsukune had spent a total of three hundred years in his own personal Hell, a dreadful thought, he was going to need a lot of therapy for this one.

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Tsukune was screaming in agony once again, things were going on as they did every other day. Occasionally, Red Eyes would make a comment about a weapon or whatever else went through his sadistic head, Tsukune would just stay quiet for the duration of the explanation and whimper or scream depending upon which weapon was put to use. Tsukune hadn't spoken in years, what would he say? Beg? Already did that countless times and it only made Reaper's tortures all the more brutal.

There was nothing to do but stay hooked up like he had been for as long as he remembered, shut up and let it just happen. Perhaps tonight he would be lucky enough to fall asleep for a few seconds, the pain afterward was immense but any chance at even a semblance of peace for any length of time was enough to look forward to.

He was so absorbed with the unbearable torture that he almost didn't notice something that was very out of place, the sound of thunder would pierce the air and make his ears hurt every so often. It was the only sound that was ever heard apart from Reaper's mad laughter or idle conversation mixed with the incessant screaming of the damned all around the poor boy, that of course, excluding his own screams that occurred every few seconds. So imagine his surprise when he caught the sound of rumbling all around him. At first it was subtle, almost impossible to detect, it then progressively increased in volume. Soon, the entirety of the space was shaking in rhythm with the strange rumbling. An earthquake in Hell? That was new. Reaper didn't let the shaking stop him from carving into Tsukune's flesh, however. If any thing, it seemed he tried to make it more painful, if that was at all possible, just as the shaking increased.

Then the shaking stopped for no apparent reason. Just as it did, Reaper took a look around him and sighed, dropping his weapon back on the tray with a look of nostalgia planted on his demonic face that so closely resembled his own. Both beings locked eyes one last time before a blinding light engulfed the room. The screams and thunder faded, the pain disappeared and Tsukune felt himself being propelled at incredible speeds through the blindingly light space.

After feeling himself ripping out of his own skin on account of the unimaginable speed at which he was traveling. The light became dimer as he felt a current of electricity run through his body. As soon as the electrical shock had faded, he found himself in an unfamiliar room covered in white and surrounded by some very strange people. The first man he saw looked to be a priest, he was currently holding a cross to his forehead and had promptly attached a silver chain to his arm, his grin and yellow eyes were making him feel very uncomfortable. The second person he saw looked an awful lot like one of the versions of the woman, he would have believe her to be the woman in question if she did not look slightly older than the version he carried in his memories. The last one was the most shocking to him, it was the woman.

As soon as she saw him turn to look at her, she had immediately latched on to him and began kissing him. Wait, how did he know what she was doing? All he knew was pain. Why didn't he hurt? The words that followed were even more confusing.

"Welcome back among us, Tsukune Aono." The hooded priest declared just as we was still in the mystery woman's warm embrace. Where was he? Who were they? Who was he?