Author's Note: Hey, I know it's been a while since I've done anything but since school is over now, I get to start writing again! So this OC story isn't as fancy as my last one was but I hope it'll satisfy. I wanted to take a more satirical approach to writing this story and to Vampire Knight. But when writing this, I found that I had a harder time writing on VK characters because when I read it, I don't see much coming from other characters so I may be off on some of my characterization but I hope this'll suit all of you. So if you guys get a chance, please review so I can be encouraged to continue! Thanks!

Title: How Prada Makes Great Hunters

It was just a normal Wednesday afternoon when the bell rang signaling the end of the Day Class's school session.

And it was at this time where Ichiru would do his strange and creepy ritual of stroking his schoolbag to reassure himself that his ridiculously bulky but beautiful, shimmering gun was hidden.

And it was at this time that he would remember how he would exactly have his revenge against his twin brother for his very existence pushed him closer to his breaking point whenever he passed by his brother in the corridors of the Cross Academy.

It won't be long until everything fell into place and his revenge over Shizuka's death would soon be complete. Her death was a reminder every morning when he woke up and realized that Shizuka had given him something that his parents would have never imagined. Shizuka gave his life some meaning so the most he could do was eliminate the people who took away the one person that gave him meaning.

But of course, he wasn't ready for another person to take away that meaning.

He constructed his act of revenge in his mind and thought about how he would make Zero suffer for everything he had ever done to him. He imagined Zero's body torn into pieces by bullets, his blood smeared all over the ground where dogs would come and eat up the remaining pieces of flesh, and watching him die as he was running out of breath.

And every single violent fantasy exploded into pieces the moment he looked straight on where other students whispered to one another, pointed, and continued to walk away while glancing back several times.

Suddenly, the feelings of joy he received from imagining Zero dead suddenly plummeted into a sense of Armageddon. He wasn't sure whether or not to surrender to defeat or be very, very angry.

A young girl about his age who was only half a head shorter than him with 4-inch stiletto shoes (which were obviously Marc Jacobs), an expensive black blazer (which was obviously Chanel), a pretty white dress (which was obviously Nina Ricci), a flashy oversized purse (which was obviously Louis Vuitton), a pair of delicate sunglasses (which was obviously Gucci), and diamond necklaces (which were all obviously Tiffany's).

This was why Ichiru really, really didn't like human girls. He now remembered exactly why he gave up the human life.

"Ichiru! It's SO nice to see you after, like, forever," the girl rolled her eyes and smiled too cheerfully. She was a mildly pretty girl, taller than the average female student with straightened dark red-brown hair and radiant hazel eyes. Her outfit, though, was what made her so extravagantly stand out from anyone. It reeked of rich girls going on shopping sprees. All of this to Ichiru, spelled doom. "Are you busy right now? We should totally hang out since you don't have a test coming up."

"I'm...I'm busy."

"No, you're not," her smile suddenly vanished. It was that stare that made him want to pee in his pants when he first met her. "Mister Headmaster told me that I could stay here for a while and I don't know anyone here. Can I stay over at your place? Thanks, it'll be just like old times!" she patted him on the chest. "So, show me around, Ichiru." As his classmates were beginning to stare at him wondering whether or not he was dead scared of this girl or trying to stare her down her, nevertheless, Ichiru saw nothing in his future.

"Don't look so sad. We haven't seen each other in SO long," she sighed. "Carry my bags for me, please?" Ichiru reluctantly took the bags as the two walked past Zero and Yuki who glanced at Ichiru and at the girl with surprise. "Hi Zero! Why do you look so surprised? We should TOTALLY hang out some time soon and talk about your girlfriend there." Zero didn't notice Yuki flush when she quickly tried to change the subject.

"Who is she?" Yuki asked Zero. He looked away at a loss for words. "Zero?"

"...If I'm right, then we don't need to worry..." Zero said slowly. "...or...I don't know." He sighed and covered his face. Seeing that Yuki was still waiting for a real answer, he looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Her family and mine were a few of the greatest families of vampire hunters. Her name is Hisa Hamada and her powers are comparable to Touga Yagari even though..." Zero glanced back at the shrinking figures of his brother and the girl with a five-thousand dollar outfit. "...she doesn't look like it."

"Yeah, I sense her powers are coming from those 4-inch heels..." Yuki whispered. Zero gave her a weird look and decided not to say anything as Zero usually would.

When they arrived at Ichiru's room, Hisa threw off her heels, ran to the bed, and began jumping on it like a child. Ichiru wasn't sure what to do but could only stare at her. It wasn't clear if anyone was to see him whether or not he was staring in surprise or fear.

"Remember we use to do this, Ichiru? It was SO much fun!"

"That was ten years ago," he whispered. "Hisa, that's enough." The girl ceased her jumping. The cheery grin remained on her face but her eyes looked at him differently. "Why are you here? You don't have any reason to be."

"Of course I do," she got off and walked to him slowly. "What made you think I came here to want to see you?" Hisa slipped into her stiletto pumps that allowed her to lean over and whisper into his ear. At this point, he felt his heart began to race. The arteries and veins along her neck seemed more visible than they did before but none of it looked appealing. All of them seemed to have read danger. "You're not that special, Ichiru." She stepped away and smiled again. He sensed a shiver run down his spine but he refused to show it. "But that doesn't stop us from having coffee. Wait, do vampires drink coffee?"

Takuma Ichijou was the replica of the perfect male model. Girls, left and right and human and vampire, secretly swooned over him whenever he passed by. However, there was not much his handsomness could control when he received a letter from his grandfather who warned him about the arrival of a powerful vampire hunter besides Touga Yahari that could cause severe potential interference with Rido's revival.

He found it difficult to believe until he read at the bottom of the letter that he was scheduled to meet with Kaname to discuss about the Hamada's arrival. He found it difficult for anyone to have been as dangerous as Shizuka was but her case was settled without much resistance. He had difficulty believing that anyone, much less, a girl would even stand a chance against vampires like him.

Although he did wonder what it would be like for a vampire to drink the blood of a vampire hunter.