C H A P T E R - Prologue

R A T I N G - T - Some mild violence/bad language

P A I R I N G S - Zero x Yuuki

N O T E - Don't own Vampire Knight

Summary:

It has been one year since Yuuki and Zero have gone their separate ways. During a sudden attack Yuuki is saved by a mysterious dark figure, who is revealed to be her old enemy. Will Zero's hidden feelings be stronger than his desire for vengeance, or will he follow his promise and finally kill off the person he had once cared for? Better yet a new sworn enemy has risen to claim not only Yuuki but Zero as well, along with the continuous distraction of prowling vampire hunters. What kind of future will the reunited partners come to reveal? Is there more to it than they anticipated?

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump went the pounding motion of his heart against his chest. His vision was weary; his mouth was desert-like, his palms drenched and his insides rolled. He reared his eyes up to stare down the head of a gun and the own eyes of the beholder. Those crystal orbs that pierced through him like he was a target and his enemy's gaze the arrow. The scent of blood was overwhelming with a musk taste of gun powder that mingled into the atmosphere. The city lights of the ally-way garnered a tender hint of death echoing through its walls. The barks of dogs and the honking of car horns in the background added their own dense soundtrack to the scene taking place.

"P-Please," he finally let out, "please d-don't kill me!" His body shuddered unwillingly.

"Tell me who then."

"I-I already told you, it was…it was…" Even now when he had the image of the person clearly proscribed in his mind he was unable to articulate or have it spoken. The tension was rising between them, and his enemy was losing patience.

He was kicked in the side, a warning to speed things up, or else. "I-I know secrets! I know people! There was one his name was…" Again his mouth didn't motion.

The gun clanked.

"N-No wait please!"

The base was pressed against his head, "I have no interest in anymore talk from you. You're a waste as it is." His enemy's voice said in a hoarse tone. "Now the world will forget the thought that you had ever dared to walk across it."

He bared his fangs, "You bas--!" But the end came anyway.

Those same crystal orbs trekked down the long city streets. The darkness of the night was a relief considering it brought a sense of killing would-be vampires that had no meaning to live in this world any longer. His gun was still firmly clenched in his hand waiting to be used at any given moment. There was no reason to let your guard down at this hour, especially if the scent of blood was amidst the sheltering crossroads that formed whenever another ally-way came to pass. That same liquid followed his footsteps as he went. Concerned with the idea that a whole pack full of Level E's may jump out any second he stopped into a local bar.

Though he was no drunken piece of shit that would usually turn the corner here he still found alcohol mixed with the memory of murdering an unused soul to be a decent acupunctural remedy. Or at least it was something to keep him occupied and calm for the evening until he went to bed.

"Well look who we have here!" The bartender raised both eyebrows and looked up and down at his new visitor. "Aren't you that so-called bounty hunter-detective guy I've been hearing about?" His accent was vividly subtle.

"One beer please," the crystal orbs adverted their gaze for a moment to watch their owner's hand reach down and rummage through some pockets and take out a couple yen. It clambered on the table in front of the hunter and he helped himself to his seat.

"Ah, yes of course, be right with you."

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" A voice came from behind the bounty hunter's profile. Two men were apparently throwing a fit whilst holding each other's shirt collars. One was bald with a dozen tattoos carved around his arms, while the other was lean yet taller with a chiseled haircut. The crystal orbs took no heed in attending to the confrontation taking place, all they stared at was their owner's reflection in the mirror across the counter. It wasn't the best outlook to check up on his physical attire since the mirror was a glass cabinet.

What he saw though was something unnoticed until now. A streak of blood ran down his cheek and dripped onto the wooden table. His hand instinctively ran across it to wipe away the red pigment. It stained his hand and he took a brief moment to lick it off. The iron taste sent his body into a feeding frenzy. It has been too long since he has drunk the last essence of blood to sustain him. He was growing weaker, his inner self yearn for the liquid of life to return to it. Defeated his fangs sunk down into his skin penetrating the flesh deep within to the bone. His eyes shut as he drenched and then revived himself with the same source of energy that fueled him. He retracted his canines and pulled the sleeve of his jacket over the open wound. He was able to check up on himself through the same poor mirror incase his lips were tainted or the scar on his cheek was still bleeding. Neither were a problem and it was all taken care of before the bartender could return from another doorway to present the bounty hunter with his beverage.

"There you are sir," he grinned trading the drink for the money that still laid out on the table for him. "I hope it's a good one."

His visitor pop the cap off with ease and set the tip to his lips before having been pushed from behind and sending his drink pouring across the ground below. There was an intimidating growl that went unnoticed by the two men that were now throwing punches at each other and tossing they're bodies everywhere.

"Hey you two, break it up before I kick both of ya' out!" The bartender threatened reaching for a random bat he found. However, the two had already stopped; they were both thrown head-long against the opposite wall. The collars of their necks were apprehended and their feet lifted from the floorboard. Their capturer was the beholder of the crystal eyes. His fangs bared and his tendrils of hair covered half of his features but it was clear to both the men that they had clearly done something wrong.

They were thrown opposite ways, one landed on a table, the other into a bystander. The bounty hunter trudged off dauntingly without any pleasure-filled sense to stall him as he exited the bar. The bartender meanwhile looked on, knowing he owed the disturbed vigilante another drink next time he would return. His attention followed upon the two rowdy men who he urged out with a load tone and tapping of the bat against his counter. They reluctantly obliged to his demands and left.

Furious beyond belief the crystal-orbed hunter tried to decide upon a solution to his anger issues. This would be the perfect time for some blood thirsty Level E's to pop out and attack him, knowing he would be able to use them as a scapegoat. Unfortunately, the horizon of the sun was coming into plain sight beyond the tall proudly build structures that a-lined the city's borders. No vampire would stand for a daytime battle that was sure to be noticed by the public eye. He sighed and sauntered down the road towards an old rusted up building. The garage door flew up thanks to the strength of the hunter and he welcomed himself inside.

"So there you are Zero, I've been worried about you. Have you scored any vermin tonight?" A man who's faced was painted in car grease and dirt stepped forward. He was a middle aged man who wore a goatee and baseball cap as his attire. His cheerful smile consisting of a single golden tooth that ceased to pluck out any of the many flaws about him. He was no picnic for sure.

"Isao," the hunter said calmly, "is it ready yet?"

Understanding his accomplice wasn't the type to answer his usual questions Isao shook his head, "Sorry not yet. I have just installed a motorized engine though, that will definitely allow the bike to exhilarate ten times as fast as before."

The hunter walked off.

"Wait," Isao stepped forward and slipped something out of his pocket, "Is this yours?" The hunter craned his neck around to examine the picture of two familiar figures. It was snatched from his mechanic's hand in half a second. "Wha--Hey, where you going all of a sudden!?"

"Bed," was all he answered as he ascended up the staircase.

His mechanic sighed heavily and shook his head again. "That boy will never change; I wonder what kind of things happened to him to make him this way." He shrugged it off, "Ah the hell with it." His body swirled around and he strolled off to continue his work.

Author's Note:

I apologies for the silly and partly pointless introduction but I thought I would like to have some insight to this story before actually starting it. Kind of leaving some spaces open for question and such to your dismay. I hope to get the next chapter up soon and I promise it will be slightly longer than this one so don't worry people!

PS - I would be very appriciated if I could have at least 2-5 reviews for this chapter, it will encourage me to write faster and better!