AidouxOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. I only own my fan-made character.
It was a snowy December evening. The sun had begun to set over the horizon. Its last bit of light retreating. It feared the night, that's why it shied away. Soon the moon would be triumphant once more, hanging in the sky like a beacon. Welcoming the beasts to come out of hiding.
A fresh blanket of snow had been evenly spread across the faded green ground. The sinking sound of a single pair of footsteps could be heard, slowly tapering closer, and on down the street. They held a sound of grace all their own. These feet were dressed in back dress shoes, and traveling upward were a pair of black pants. Continuing north, a long brown jacket concealed a mauve dress shirt, and purple tie draped loosely around the person's neck. From the scalp came a sea of crashing blonde waves. With crystal blue eyes that put the clearest, untouched waters to shame; and even deeper than them as well. His smile possessed a slight cockiness, as he strode down another street, took another turn and continued on.
His name was Aidou Hanabusa. Once so dependent on others he decided to take a different course of action in his life. He tried so hard to impress the one known as Kaname Kuran. In actual fact he despised such a man, because he was all Aidou ever longed to be. Now that Kuran had unlocked the secrets about Yuuki, there was nothing left for Aidou to remain by his side. He needed to break out. He needed to gain independence. That meant no returning home to his family or turning back to Kaname for assistance. He could face the world alone, right? How hard could it be?
He found himself in this rather run down town. The only purity left within it was the snow that caused a shiver up one's spine. Aidou was rather familiar with the cold. It hardly effected him now. He felt himself yearning for something. Unable to break an old habit, he missed the taste of tangy crimson as it flowed into his mouth. The spare blood capsules that he had been carrying around in his pocket just weren't good enough. Just one bite couldn't do too much harm.
Strolling into an old diner, he took a seat at a booth casually. He appeared to be just like the rest of them, but what he wanted to order couldn't be found on their menu. Not even the specials. A waitress eagerly approached the table. She hadn't seen a boy so beautiful in all her life. He looked into her eyes, and smiled. Mentally he was calculating how easy it would be to get as close as he needed to with her, but somehow she really didn't strike him as delectable. He'd find someone else.
"Can I get you something?" she asked after admiring him for a moment or two.
He smiled, revealing one of his sharp canines, but it was inviting just the same. "Just a glass of water for now, thank you."
She returned his smile, and walked away.
After she was gone he looked around the restaurant for anyone else who might perk some interest. With a clang of the bell that hung above the door, conveniently enough came walking in was his prey. His smile ignited, as he tapped his long fingers on the table impatiently. The victim was a girl about average height. Her hair was the color of blood itself that hung past her lower back, and her eyes were a piercing ever green. She wore a deep green coat that complimented her eyes, and deep grey cargo pants, that were tucked into the large black boots on her feet. What intrigued him was the way she walked. He'd never seen a girl so strong before. Strong meant rich, and delicious flavor. He had the upper hand here. Not many girls could turn away once they made eye contact with the pools of beauty he possessed.
The girl sat down at a small table for two. Grabbing the extra chair to use as a foot rest, she propped it back, balancing it with her feet. She seemed distracted. Fiddling with a lock of her hair as she waited to be served. She was about to be served all right.
Aido stood up, and casually made his way to her. Weaving in and out of the aisles, he pulled up a chair and sat down across from her, "Hello there." he said smiling.
She slowly looked up at him, and let the lock of hair slip from her fingers, "Hi." she said quietly.
The waitress from before had retrieved his glass of water for him, and set it down in front of him, smiling ear to ear. When she turned to the red head, she frowned and walked off before giving her a chance to order.
A scowl appeared on the girl's face, and Aidou slid his glass of water over to her. She stared at it thoughtfully, as he spoke to her, "Here, that was my fault. She seems a little bit jealous of you, but pay no attention. I certainly haven't been able to from the moment you walked in." he knew what to say to make a girl melt. Sadly, this one didn't have any such reaction.
"Thank you," she replied, in a monotone voice, as she picked up the glass and took a sip.
There had to be some way to get a reaction from this girl, "So what's your name?" he asked.
"I prefer to keep that to myself." She muttered.
"What's the harm of knowing your name?" he asked curiously.
"When you know a stranger's name, suddenly they're not a stranger anymore." she replied.
He paused. She definitely had an interesting way of putting things, "Would it be so bad if we weren't strangers?" he asked smoothly.
Her eyes wandered to his, and she tilted her head just a little, "What do you think? Some guy just comes walking up to a girl with no reason behind it obviously means he's looking for trouble."
"I have my reasons," he replied.
"They're not positive ones either." she retorted, taking another sip of water.
"You shouldn't assume that when a guy comes up to talk to you that they want something. Maybe I just wished for a bit of your time." Aidou had never met a girl so hard headed.
"You've gotten far more than your fair share of my time." she started to run her finger around the rim of the glass. It made a sound like a small wind chime in the breeze.
"What makes you so sure I'm looking for trouble?" he asked, leaning in to take her hand in his. She had a warmth he hadn't ever experienced. It made him pause.
"Because," she said, leaning in and letting a smirk play across her face, "I am trouble." she winked at him, and leaned back against the chair once again. Slipping her hand from his, she started fiddling with a lock of her hair once more.
Aidou found a certain curiosity in himself from her reply, "I like trouble." he nodded, "there's nothing fun about innocence."
"Innocence can be a blessing if you know where to find it." she said twisting her hair around her finger. Finishing off what was now her water, she set the glass down in front of him and stood up. "I just came for a drink. See you around prince." she muttered, walking on by him.
"We still strangers?" He called out to her, and she paused at the door.
Looking back at him, she smirked, but said nothing as she let the door snap shut behind her.
As she started down the street, she couldn't help but get his stare stuck in her head. Those eyes, something about them were so beautiful… almost angelic in the most sinful of ways. Only one kind of creature had eyes like that.
"Hey," she heard a voice and turned around. Aidou stood before her once more. She was at his shoulders when he was standing up. Her boots probably gave her an extra half inch on height. Before she could really react he pulled her into an embrace, running his hand through her hair, to separate it from her neck. It was over, he had her now. Leaning into her neck, to fully indulge himself, he paused, when he heard the snap of a revolver being aimed. A barrel was now pressed against the back of his head.
The girl stood there calmly, but her voice sounded filled with rage, "I can cap you with this without it ever having any effect on me vampire prince." She explained, "It's a gun made specially to kill vampires such as yourself. Hunters carry them."
Suddenly, the tables had turned. Aidou couldn't move. If he did, he'd be killed. This girl… was a vampire hunter? How did he not see that? Something about her, the way she moved. Her eyes. They held something in them he couldn't read.
Lowering her gun, she pushed him back, and took a step back herself. When she looked him in the eyes they were red, instead of the crystal blue she was just starting to get used to. Sighing to herself, she held her gun tight, ready to pull the trigger at a moment's notice, "I'll let you go. I don't know why, but I just don't feel like wasting a bullet on you." she scoffed, walking away, flipping her hair as she went.
Aidou sank to the ground after she had disappeared from eye sight. Nearby was a vacant alley way. He had no where to go on this cold winter night. No place of refuge. Tonight he'd stay alone in the darkness of this alleyway, with an empty stomach no doubt.
Three days passed, and still the vampire hadn't feasted. Not even on human food. When he woke up the first morning, hiding in the shadows of the alley, he couldn't move. He didn't have the strength. No one took notice. No one cared in this town. Now that three days had passed, he felt miserable. So numbed by the girl he had encountered. How was it not obvious there was something about her? He couldn't remove those sullen eyes from his memory. They haunted him.
"Still sitting here huh?" he heard a voice say. Weakly he looked up at the very girl that haunted him. "You sick or something? You've been sitting here for three days now." She must have walked by every day while making her way into town. It was the third evening. He didn't have the strength to respond. She let a breath escape her lips, and held her hand out to him, palm up. "I'll offer this once. A drink for a drink. Take it or leave it."
His eyes widened in astonishment. Why would a hunter ever do something like this? He was afraid to move. Was it a trick? He had to take that chance, if he didn't he'd end up dead either way. His pale hands shook as he reached out for her delicate, warm hand. It still held the warmth he remembered from before. Bringing it to his lips, he bit down weakly, and lapped up the liquid like it was water and he had been dehydrated for days.
It was a bit painful. She could feel him sucking the blood from her hand. The initial puncture hurt the worst, but she turned her head away and bared it. She didn't know what compelled her to care whether he was left to die in this alley or not, but she couldn't stand to see him sit by himself anymore. After a time, she felt him pull away from her hand, and gently let it go. Now her arm was throbbing. She obviously had lost quite a bit of blood, but she'd live. Rubbing the edge of her hand where he had bitten her, she saw that the two fang holes were still dribbling with blood.
She looked into his eyes, and they were red. He wiped his mouth, and closed his eyes. Soon they returned back to their regular blue. Relief seemed to appear on her face, but she tried to keep it hidden. She went to his side, and draped his arm around her shoulder, helping him to his feet. "Your energy probably won't return completely until about an hour from now. I'll let you stay with me for the night so you don't have to stay out here. It's a dangerous town." She started to help him walk, and he remained quiet, until his eyes noticed the mark on her neck.
"You've been bitten before." he remarked. He was still questioning the motives of the girl. Why was she helping him?
The girl cringed, letting her hair fall over the scar on her neck, "It was years ago… it's not important now. He only nicked me anyway…"
"Your taste is sweet." He cooed.
She frowned, "Don't talk about me like I'm a meal."
"I've never tasted anything so sweet." he whispered breathlessly.
"Please stop." she muttered.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked.
"We all need a break sometimes." she answered in her monotone voice.
"You cry a lot don't you?" he wondered.
She paused on foot, and glared at him, "I swear I'll drop you right here. If you don't want that shut your mouth."
He let a small smirk play across his lips, but said nothing.
When they got to her house, it was a small place out in the middle of no where. Trees in every cardinal direction, and they traveled on for miles. Her house was big for one person, but it was home nonetheless.
"You live here alone?" he asked. She was just a teenage girl from what he could judge.
"Have for about eight years now." She replied.
Aidou pulled his arm from her once they got to the porch. He had regained some of his strength. It wasn't all there, but he was recovering gradually. When she went to unlock the door, he stepped in front of her, and stared down at her. She paused. Running his hand down the edge of her hair, he made it to her neck. His index finger touched her scar and she froze. Pulling out her pistol she held it to his forehead, "Don't touch me."
"What did he do to you, to make you show so much fear?" he wondered tilting his head.
"I'll kill you." she growled.
"Pull the trigger." He challenged.
Her eyes started to sparkle, but it was out of pain. They were filling with tears, and her hand started to shake. She lowered her head reluctantly. Feeling him grab the hand that held the gun, and turn it away from him. He placed his other hand beneath her chin lifting it up to met his gaze, "I must thank you properly for saving me." he pressed his lips against hers, and she froze in place. His lips were so chilling. She dropped the gun immediately, allowing him to hold her hand. When they parted, she trembled, feeling a little bit like putty. "Tell me what makes you so afraid." he whispered.
She slipped her hands from his, and reached down to grab her gun. Reaching for the doorknob behind him, she pushed the door open, and looked up at him, "If it's one thing I'm not afraid of, it's slimy vampires like yourself." She growled, walking passed him.
Holding out his arm, he wrapped himself around her waist from behind, and pressed his lips against her neck, teasing her. She cringed, but couldn't move when she most needed to. She wanted to aim her gun, but her arms felt like lead, "Please," she finally mumbled, "if you're going to bite me… just do it."
He opened his eyes, lifting his head, to rest his cheek against hers. Her warmth made him smile, "I'm not hungry at the moment, maybe some other time." he slipped away from her, and moved passed her. Her body shook, and he looked back at her victoriously, "is there some place I might be able to bathe?"
She had to gather her words, "Upstairs. It's the first door on your left." Her words were muffled, and unchained from one another. Once he disappeared up the steps, she fell to her knees. Within such a short time, he was able to move passed the walls she built so high and tall. Those eyes, they could see right through everything she tried to hide. Rising from the floor, and from her defeat, she closed the front door and flopped down on her couch.
When she opened her eyes about ten minutes later, seeming to have almost fallen asleep, Aidou stood over her with his beautiful hair a mess. She seemed to stare at him, admiring the eyes that stared back at her, but she quickly snapped from the haze and jumped up from the couch, "Don't scare me like that!" she yelled.
"I thought you weren't frightened by slimy vampires." he grinned.
She scowled, "I'm going to take a shower. You better behave while I'm gone." she turned to go upstairs.
"No promises." He muttered under his breath.
When she came back downstairs, running a brush through her hair, he was resting on the couch. It was his turn to marvel over her. He hadn't noticed her physique while she was in her heavy green coat. Now that she was in a tank top and pajama pants however, she seemed more her age. Bending over, and flipping her hair back, it seemed to fall into place perfectly. A smirk spread across his face once more, but he remained silent.
"Well," she started, "it's late. I should be sleeping. I expect you gone by the time I get up."
"Do you really want me to leave? What if I crave a midnight snack and end up killing someone? Then return here. If the authorities show up here. It might not look so good on you." He grinned.
She froze, halfway back to the staircase, "What are you saying?" she sneered.
"You should let me sleep in the same room as you so I don't happen to slip out and cause a little trouble. Of course, I don't need to sleep." he whispered, now right behind her.
When she turned to face him, his grin turned into a cocky smirk. She growled, and turned toward the steps, "Fine…" she muttered, "nothing funny or I will kill you. I mean it."
When they got to her room, a small nightlight sat beside her bed. A rotating fan was on in the corner, so the room would never be completely silent. When Aidou saw the nightlight, he looked to the girl for an explanation, "Afraid of the dark?"
She didn't look at him, as she made her way over to her queen sized bed, "I always have been." she whispered. Now snuggled under her blankets, she closed her eyes and kept the mental picture of the spare pistol in her nightstand fresh in her mind.
Aidou sat down next to her on the bed, and ran his fingers through her hair. Her eyes sprang open, and she sat up, "What did I say about touching me?" she growled.
"Calm down, I promise I don't bite." he joked dryly.
She looked away from him, toward her window.
"I want to know what happened…" he murmured, "if you tell me I'll let you rest."
"Know what?" she mumbled.
He reached over, and moved her hair to reveal the scar. She shuddered, and he leaned into her neck. She got the hint, and jerked away, "Alright." She snapped, "about eight years ago a pair of vampires attacked my family. They killed my parents, one of them dying in the process. When the other vampire found me, he was just about to fully indulge himself when I reached for my dad's pistol and blew him away. That's it. I've been here alone ever since."
He leaned in again, holding her tightly so she couldn't pull away, and kissed the scar on her neck. Her face glowed with embarrassment, and he looked at her smiling devilishly, "Finally you react like a girl should. Girls always look more beautiful when blood's brought to the surface of their cheeks. You wear it well." he complimented.
She clenched her teeth, "I'd tell you to bite me, but you probably would if I gave you the opportunity."
His smirk broadened, and he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, "Are we still strangers?" he asked.
"We'll always be strangers." she muttered.
"I want to know your name." he said, almost pleading.
"We all want what we can't have." she replied.
"If I tell you my name, we're no longer strangers, and you have to tell me your name." he fired back.
"If I don't listen I'll never know." She pulled away, and snuggled back into her blankets.
He leaned over her, and she blushed once again, "Now that I've gotten you to blush you'll never stop." he chuckled. It was humorous to him, "I'm Aidou Hanabusa." he whispered it into her ear. It was whispered in a way no one could ever ignore.
Her lips parted, and trembled, "Chelsea." she muttered.
He grinned, and looked deep into her eyes, "Well Chelsea," he kissed her forehead, "goodnight." he laid down beside her on the bed, and shivered under the blanket. It was a weird feeling. It was chilling not being right against her warmth. She felt him shiver, and glanced over her shoulder at him. She leaned down and plugged in a cord. Then flipped a small switch. He watched her curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a heating blanket. It'll keep you warm." she said motioning toward the second blanket in the layer on three on her bed.
"The artificial warmth isn't nearly as welcoming as yours." He sighed.
"It will have to do." she whispered, closing her eyes.
"Can you tell me why you saved me today?" he wondered.
"I thought you were going to let me sleep." she groaned.
"I lied." he chuckled.
"I don't know why." she sighed.
He rolled over to face her, and started running his fingers through her hair again. She flinched. Cupping her cheek with his hand, he whispered, "I'll be gone by the morning."
She opened her eyes, and stared into his. He smiled gently, and let his eyes close. Even without the need to sleep, he wanted to. Just to be at rest beside her, he felt comfortable, but he knew she didn't feel the same way in the least. Somehow it bothered him, and he couldn't figure out why. For now, he wouldn't think about it. Instead, he'd just enjoy her radiant warmth against the palm of his hand.
Author's Notes: This was sort of spur of the moment. I kept day dreaming about Idol-Senpai and suddenly this was born. Thank you for reading, and see you at chapter 2. =D