"Gah!" The teenage boy clutched the porcelain sink, panting and dry-heaving as sweat trickled down the contours of his face.
I can't handle this…
He continued to breath heavily as he clenched his eyes shut.
Ahh…I need this. I need it.
A trembling hand reached up and clutched his throat, traveling lower even , brushing past his tattoo that was now red and burning with thirst. The quintessential desire for blood pulsed teasingly through his own veins, driving him to the edge of sanity.
Tablets…f-find the tablets…
He ran a hand through his damp, silver hair as he looked frantically around the small, dilapidated studio apartment. It was night, and all that lit the small living space was the glow of the city buildings. The boy groped around desperately in the dark, searching, hoping to find his precious tablets.
A few minutes after over turning just about every last thing in his apartment, he found a pack full of tablets. Careful not to drop any, he slowly opened the package and poured the entire pack into his mouth, dry-swallowing all the pills. He let out a long, relieved breath, wiping some of the perspiration from his forehead onto his dirty sleeve.
That should hold me over for a while…
He through the empty pack haphazardly and plopped onto the bare mattress. His head was just about to touch the pillow when a loud ringing tone filled the room.
Damn it.
Reluctantly, he pushed himself up and reached for the phone on the junk filled counter. Still feeling the high from his tablets, he waved quite a bit in his actions. Therefore, picking up the phone may not have been the best idea in this situation.
"Uhm..h-hello?" he muttered out as he tried to pad his way back to the mattress on the floor.
"Ah, Zero-kun? You actually picked up this time?"
Fuck. It's her.
"Y-yeah…I guess I did. Why, should I hang up?"
The person on the other line let out a heavy sigh, clearly agitated by his ignorance.
"Zero-kun…do you even remember our last conversation?"
He paused and thought for a moment, I don't even know who the fuck this is. He pulled the cell phone away and searched for the name.
When he found the name, he stared a moment longer at the bright white screen.
Cross, Yuki.
"Y-yuki? What the hell do you want?" His eyebrows furrowed together as he shut his eyes and shook his head slightly, his leg shaking in aggravation.
"Zero-kun…everyone is worried about you. No one can find you, you don't talk to anyone. Last time I saw you, you were passed out in some alley about to get beaten to death." He could hear her voice growing more and more disappointed. "Why can't you just go back to normal? To the Zero I knew?"
Yuki was not the only one growing irritated. As she continued to speak, Zero gradually gripped the phone tighter and tighter until he just gave in and hung up.
What does she know anyway. Fucking slut.
He walked over to the small, barred window and looked out to the city. The city that helped his downfall.
Six months ago he left Cross Academy and came to the city to leave in isolation. To get away from his former life. He wanted nothing to do with those 'fang loving pricks' and needed time by himself.
I need to hunt them.
He gripped the sill of the window and squinted his eyes.
And kill all of them.
He groaned and rested his head on the side of the window.
Even though I'm one of them…
He hit his fist against the wall and pulled his lips back revealing to long, white fangs. Yes, Kiryuu Zero was a vampire, and a vampire on the brink of sanity at that.
You may be one of them, but don't forget…
He walked over to the messy counter, picked up Bloody Rose and turned the safety off. He searched in a large pile of clothes on the floor for a jacket, stuffed more packs of tablets into his pockets and grabbed his cell phone before he headed towards the door. Gun in hand, he exited the apartment complex and headed toward 5th and Lune, a.k.a., the vampire district.
Don't forget Zero…
The wickedly cold fall air, whipped around him; he clutched the collar of the jacket closer to his neck, trying to keep in as much warmth as possible.
As he reached the edge of the district, a small, frail looking girl approached him.
She looked up at him with large, circular eyes, "S-sir? Can you help me?"
Not even waiting for a response , she reached out and clutched his jacket. "Sir, please…" As she looked up at him, her face changed.
It changed into a hideous, beast with two sharp, blood-stained fangs exposed. In a harsh, wiry-sounding voice she mumbled, "…I'm very thirsty…" her red eyes flickered up and down his passive, unemotional face.
Don't forget…
Just as unemotionally, he raised his gun and pointed it point-blank at her face.
"Sayonara." He clicked the trigger, the vampire screeching as she was turned to dust.
...you are, the Vampire Knight.
Author's Note:
Yay! A new fic! Well…I kinda planned on this just being a one-shot. But! If the response is good…Maybe I'll add a few chapters! Actually…I also thought about making this a crack fic, ya know…some ZeroxKaname stuff going on. Hmm…idk! I need help planning this! Gimme some feedback loves! 3333