Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. If I did, I would change the terrible ending!
A/N: WARNING: My mind is demented. If you can't handle strong language, lots of blood, violence, and graphic sex scenes, you should probably leave now. Don't say I didn't warn you.
To the brave souls about to begin this journey: Enjoy!
Kingdom of Blood
Chapter 1
Yuuki sprinted down the middle of the street, the heels of her black knee-length boots clicking on the pavement. She vaulted over an abandoned car. Her right foot landed on the vehicle behind it before launching her onto the next. The collective thud of military boots hitting car hoods grew distant. She was much faster than them, especially travelling on top of the vehicles. But she knew they would catch up to her eventually. Her body ached with every stride she took, and her powers were still weakened. The wind whipped through her auburn hair as she shot a quick glance behind her.
Five men clad in crimson uniforms pursued her. They each wielded identical Rose VK7s, the new 9mm handgun equipped with anti-vampire bullets. It was the Hunter Association's responsibility to test out the new weapons.
"Here, kitty kitty," one of the men taunted.
"We want to see the fangs sticking out of that wet pussy of yours," another jeered.
Summoning the last of her powers, Yuuki brandished a scorching ball of light in the palm of her hand and hurled it behind her.
A bloodcurling scream erupted from her rear. The four remaining men gasped but didn't spare a look at their fallen comrade, who was writhing in pain. Her attack had hit him square in his stomach, splitting his body in two. Entrails slithered from his corpse into a pool of his blood.
The rows of neglected cars were coming to an end. Yuuki jumped onto the ground, landing in a crouched position. Back on her feet again, she lurched her body forward in a mad dash past derelict buildings while avoiding the rubble in her path.
Now back on even ground, the hunters took the opportunity to assail her with bullets. Shots flew past her mere inches away from her face. Others sounded behind her heels.
They were gaining on her, and soon she would have nowhere to hide. The wall stood a few yards before her. 100 feet of stone towered above her, encircling the territory with a protective barrier.
She neared an alley and inhaled a familiar scent. Her senses reeled at the sudden familiarity, and she stumbled. Yuuki cried out as a bullet grazed her right shoulder.
"Shit," she moaned. A sharp pain shot through her body. Droplets of blood trickled down her shirt sleeve. But Yuuki couldn't afford to stop. She continued sprinting and realized she was quickly losing speed. She took a fleeting look around her to search for another route when a strong pair of arms seized her and pulled her into the narrow alley.
Rubber gloves stretched over her long fingers. She wore a white lab coat. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, storing not one but two writing utensils. She grabbed her glasses from above her head and pushed them to the bridge of her nose as a sly smile played on her ruby red lips.
"Wheel him in, Kato," she ordered.
Her assistant pushed the cart into the lab, huffing. A gangly man stood upright on the apparatus, struggling against the chains that bound him. A pair of terrified red eyes peered through the mask that adorned his face. Only his eyes and nose could be seen. His arms were bound to his sides by shackles that absorbed his power.
"We've got ourselves a feisty little bastard," Kato mused. "This asshole hasn't stopped thrashing since we captured him." He shook the shaggy black hair that stopped at his shoulders. His emerald eyes shone with laughter.
She stood in front of the captive, her legs splayed. She lowered her torso and gazed up into his frightened eyes. Her tight lab coat tugged around the curve of her firm ass that protruded into the air.
"I've been wet for you since I first heard of your arrival," she whispered huskily. "I can't wait to play with my shiny new toy. Oh, the things I'm about to do to you."
Kato leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.
"Don't light that shit in my lab," she spat, grabbing it from him. She took a long drag before tossing it into a sink in the corner of the room. The cigarette came in contact with water and fizzled out. A gray streak of smoke rose into the air.
"What a waste," he frowned. Cigarettes weren't easy to come by these days. "Calm down, you'll get to have your fun. You can be so impatient."
She pouted, a gloved hand grabbing a syringe from the metal table littered with tools.
She turned her attention back to the prisoner. "I'll have to thank the boss for his thoughtful present. This is the first noble I've been allowed to touch. It's only a matter of time before we get our hands on a Pureblood, and the experiments I've been dreaming up for the last decade can finally come to fruition," she fantasized.
She stuck the needle into the captive's neck, draining ounces of the thick, crimson liquid from a throbbing vein. He grunted. She slowly pulled the needle out and admired the vial full of his blood.
"I've never understood how the sight of blood turns you on," Kato laughed darkly.
She squeezed the stopper, allowing the blood to slowly drip into a large beaker.
She ran her tongue along the outline of her lips. "It's the power," she explained. " I want to understand what makes their very beings tick. What causes them to breathe, fight, fuck and turn to dust. The possibilities are endless, and the answer lies within their blood. It just makes a girl feel all warm and squishy on the inside."
Her lips were now inches away from his. She peeled off his mask, revealing the sagging features of a man in his late twenties.
"So what do you plan on doing to this one?" Kato asked.
She thought for a moment. "Scalpel," she requested, extending her arm with its flat palm open to the ceiling. He placed the tool in her grasp.
"The healing properties of your blood fascinate me. I'm going to test whether every part of you regenerates," she smiled wickedly, running the scalpel along his bottom lip. He thrashed his head madly, trying to avoid her touch.
"Enough foreplay. You're teasing him," Kato remarked.
"You're never any fun, Kato. He's my plaything, and I'll treat him how I please. But I've changed my mind. I need him talking…for now," she smirked. "Forceps." A moment later they replaced the scalpel in her hand.
She violently shoved the tool into his eye socket, forcing it to the back of his orbital canal. Miniscule red veins protruded from the whites of his eye and his howling scream engulfed the lab.
Kato frowned slightly, watching her work. He covered his ears with his hands.
She clamped onto the glazed sphere, yanking it from his socket. His optic nerve strained to keep his eyeball connected to his brain. They split from each other with a soft "pop."
"Keep that up and I'll change my mind about your tongue!" she bellowed over his earsplitting scream.
He quieted, his breathing ragged. His other eye rapidly shifted in and out of focus. His head slumped forward as he lost consciousness.
She examined the eyeball before her. A few drops of blood silently trickled from its nerve to the floor.
"Sometimes I wonder what you would do to me if I got on your bad side. You really scare the shit out of me, Rin," Kato confessed.
She smiled. "I'm just passionate about my work."
Yuuki writhed madly in the stranger's grip. She extended an arm to reach for the Artemis Rod concealed beneath her skirt. But the stranger predicted her move and pinned her arms behind her back. She was forced against the brick wall, a hand clamping over her mouth before she could let out a scream.
Now facing the stranger, she stared into his chocolate eyes.
He had aged ten years since she last saw him. Time had not been kind. His once perfect features had thinned out. Deep set eyes sank into his face above two dark circles. A brown mane tangled past his shoulders.
The Yuuki of ten years ago would have squealed in delight and pulled him into a close embrace. Instead, she was squirming against his slim frame in an attempt to wrench his hand off her mouth. She caused him to topple onto the pavement and fell squarely in his lap.
"Quiet," he hushed, silencing her. Yuuki stopped moving. They listened for the sound of boots rushing past the alley. He finally released her when the echoes faded into silence.
"What in the seven hells –"
"There's no time for this now, Yuuki," he said, standing up. He began unfastening the buttons of his olive shirt.
"Hey, just what are you –"
"You're losing too much blood," he interrupted. "We need to get you help. Now."
He slipped the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his thin frame to her. She didn't spend a second admiring the smooth, muscular chest that once comforted her late at night. Yuuki wanted to say his name, but her vision was clouding. His rough hands steadied her and wrapped the shirt tightly around her wound. Was this all a dream? She wondered if the ten years she spent in solitude had finally stolen her sanity, driving her mind into a deranged void she would never return from.
"Follow me," he ordered, starting down the alley.
The shrill pang of gunshots a dozen feet behind them made her pause. Her knees buckled.
"There's the bloodsucking bitch!" a man's voice boomed. "And another one's joined her!"
"Yuuki, come on! Do you want to die?" he shouted. He grabbed her forearm, pulling her with him. He set off in a rapid sprint with her stumbling behind.
"Kaname….wait…" she croaked, gasping for air between haphazard breaths. He dragged her down the winding path, taking sharp turns every now and then. They flew around a corner, narrowly avoiding the bullets that whizzed past them.
Yuuki had lost track of their course. She doubted she could navigate herself through the labyrinth of alleyways and back to the main street if her life depended on it.
The two of them followed the curved path and Yuuki cursed loudly. They reached a dead end.
Kaname moved toward the shadowy corner of the impasse. The wind whipped violently around them and a hidden door appeared in the ground. He yanked it open, shoving Yuuki down the dark hole before following her.
The hunters entered the blind alley Kaname and Yuuki had stood in just seconds before. They swore, wondering how the hell the vampire duo outsmarted them.
Kaname and Yuuki fell to the floor, catching their breath in sweet relief. Yuuki had no idea how long they sat there. It could have been hours or minutes.
Kaname helped her to her feet. She smelled the dank earth around them and touched the dirt walls of the narrow passageway. They were deep underground.
"Let's go, Yuuki. It's not far," he said.
"Where exactly are we going?" Yuuki asked, trembling from the blood loss. She was freezing cold.
He wrenched open a wooden door instead of answering her. Yuuki followed him into the dimly lit den. A yielding light illuminated the familiar faces staring at her in disbelief before she blacked out.
Yuuki woke up in a cold sweat. She was in an unfamiliar bed and she was naked. She didn't remember undressing herself. She tried to sit up, but an unknown force prevented her from doing so. She groaned, eyeing the white bandage wrapped around her right shoulder.
"You should take it easy," a concerned voice murmured. "You lost a lot of blood, but you'll be okay once we can get some back into your system. Ruka removed a bullet shard from your shoulder." Kaname pushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Yuuki didn't mean to, but she visibly grimaced. The last she could recall, Ruka hated her guts. But it sounded like Ruka had just saved her life. Yuuki detested the idea of being indebted to Ruka.
Kaname seemed to read her thoughts. "She's become our trusty surgeon these past few years," he let out a low chuckle.
Yuuki forced herself upright and leaned against the bed's headboard. She almost revealed herself but quickly pulled the bed sheet above her torso. Kaname's eyes twinkled.
"Where am I?" Yuuki wondered. She examined the stuffy room. There was not space for much else other than the bed she lay in. A small table to her left was littered with notes and crumbled pages. Various maps and drawings were tacked to the wall.
"It's not much, but this is my room. You'll be staying here with me. Our dwelling wasn't intended for many people, yet our numbers have been growing," he explained.
"But there's only one bed," Yuuki stated. She didn't see how they would both fit in it.
"So there is," he responded coolly.
Yuuki had so many questions. What was this place, and where exactly were they? She hadn't come across many vampires during the past ten years, and she could sense that several resided here.
She stood up suddenly, tripping over her own feet. Her head was still reeling. Kaname shoved her against the wall. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. He looked up at her, his crimson eyes boring into her reddish-brown ones. He was fuming.
"How can you act like you don't remember who I am?" he seethed. "Your angelic face and the sweet scent of your blood consumed my thoughts these past ten years. You're the only reason why I'm still here. I've longed for the day we would finally meet again."
Yuuki tried to escape his firm grip, but he was too strong.
"Do I really mean that little to you?" he demanded.
"How do you think I've been able to survive?" she cried. "You've been dead to me. I'm not the same carefree girl you remember from Cross Academy. Your emotions make you weak, Kaname. With them, you are nothing."
A/N: OMG WHAT IS THIS I don't even. I've been watching too many horror anime series, and I think this is the result of that lolol. Please R&R. Seriously, let me know what you think. This story is so far out of my wheelhouse that I'm scared of it. But I think I'll try to continue!