All right, this is like my first fanfic that I have EVER attempted to write and I'm really joyous and a little anxious of what you guys will think of it. Please bear with me that I don't really have much of OMG-YOU-ARE-SUCH-AN-AMAZING-WRITER thing going on for me so I my writing will suck at times, but hopefully, with a little practice I shall get to a state of TOTAL AWESOMENESS (Cue awesome echo voice sound effect) Ok enough of me blabbing, now on with the story! *begins chewing off nails, then fingers like SpongeBob in one of those old episodes*
Summary: Trouble has reached Kaname, and now Yuuki is in endangered, to make matters worse, he's called upon and now has a furry responsibility to take care of. Will he accept the task and go along with it because it comes with his pureblood status, or will he find that he's so drawn in that he finds his responsibility a little more enticing? Sorry Yume fans, it's Kanamexoc
Warning: Heads UP FOR UPCOMING LEMONS IN FUTURE IN FUTURE CHAPTERS. Rated M for mature.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KNIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, JUST MY OC'S
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; Avoid all entanglements; Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
As if like a sigh, the wind blew, rustling the newly turned colored leaves on the trees. The air said it all. It was nearing autumn and the trees and other surrounding forest foliage acted as evidence as their leaves turned of different colors. Their colors varying from bright reds and oranges to mellow yellows and dark browns.
The Night sky's most precious gem glowed its ethereal glow as the tiny beams filtered through the different sections and parts of the almost leafless tree tops.
The air was crisp and fresh. It didn't carry the stale almost stifling scent that the city air usually carried. It was relaxing and rejuvenating for those who were previously exposed to the sickening urban air. They weren't really forced into inhaling it, but the new air, the air that ran through the forest and spread and stretched cross the wide open grassy fields, made it felt like for those in a long time living in the urban areas were forced to submit to such mediocrity of the standards of life.
One could get lost in the silence that the night provided. Its somehow haunting essence soothing the nerves and offering the most welcomed of serenity to troubled minds; and so it did for one.
Light were the footsteps as they fell one after the other, as their owner almost silently made their way through the forest. The only sounds were the crunching of the fallen leaves under heavy combat boots.
Margo let a sigh past her cherry tinted lips as she stopped for a moment, admiring the light breeze that gently caressed her porcelain white skin.
Heavily lined lids with thick dark lashes slid shut, effortlessly masking her arctic blue orbs. They stung a little as her tiredness finally caught up to her.
Her mind was at ease here, and she would like it to be, even if just in this moment of time.
The night was always her comfort, especially the tantalizing scene it created with the moon. She would have always welcomed what the night bring for her, because it was always comfort, but as if life was tired of seeing her at peace, not now for sure.
Her dark brows furrowed as her mind reeled with a break-neck pace with the previous haunting thoughts and memories of no more than a few hours ago.
The day had gone by without anyone uttering either a word or phrase of neither complaint, nor act up upon displeasure due to something frustrating or annoying them, in a small two story house, as the sun went its usual way of this time of day.
Its departure left the sky painted with vivid oranges, reds and yellows. Rich purples, dark blues and soft variations of a delicate pink.
The small two-story house was somewhat secluded; the surrounding foliage acting like an almost impenetrable fortress.
The house was small, but it nonetheless it was built with a rustic charm. The roof was made of asphalt shingles as the walls were made of obviously long aged bricks. Two of the aged brick walls were covered with varying species of sinewy vines. Their direction of which they grew creating a somewhat intricate pattern on the said walls.
Fruit trees littered the yard. Since autumn was fast approaching their leaves began changing and the air gave off a new feel. It was welcomed a bit, being the first few signs of the coming season, but as it progressed, it gave off a more…sinister…feel as to describe.
All the lights were on in the small home, creating silhouettes of varying objects that were there, hidden behind modest curtains and other materials of concealing. Among the shapes of objects that had their silhouettes displayed through the windows, the occupants of the residence were also there on display.
Almost silently, footsteps fell on the carpet-clad floors as they made their way down the hall, only to stop at a door that was slightly ajar.
"Hey Margo!", a young girl who looked to be around 18 said, as she peered through the doorway. Her appearance was that of utter most beauty.
Her creamy ivory skin was illuminated under the fluorescent light as her deep blue eyes, which reflected and mirrored the essence of maturity, gazed at her sibling. She had long onyx hair that had grown to a length of her lower back. She had small delicate features that were sculpted to that of a model's; physically flawless. She sported a pair of black skinny jeans and a white form-fitting tee. She had a look of questioning as she stared at her sibling who looked as if she was the cat who ate the cannery.
With a quick turn, she spun on her heels, her short onyx hair lightly brushing against her porcelain white skin. Her eyes widen at her the thought of being discovered in her deed, but quickly narrowed as she glared daggers at her older sister.
"Gwen, what the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you knock for once?" her eyes blazed with fury as she quickly gathered her 'stuff' and push it aside, under her slightly messy bed.
"I would've, but the door was open so I didn't", a smug look gracing her delicate features as Gwen took a step inside the messy room, "what's that under your bed Margo?" a smirk twisted at her full lips.
Now inside she could get a better look at her younger sibling. Her face was slightly flush, and her clothes disheveled. Her pair of shorts was unbuttoned and her tank top was slightly ripped at the side. From her angle, Gwen could see that Margo's bra strap was popped and that she was trying, in a discrete fashion, to hold it together so as not to give away herself, but of course, was done in vain for it was too late.
"So," The older girl cocked a delicate brow and leaned a slender hip onto the dresser, "who was he?"
It was a simple question, but Margo found it hard to answer.
"What're you talking about?" a nervous laugh left her body as she turned to conceal her now blushing face.
"Ugh Margo, don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Now I won't ask again, who was he?" She was getting a little annoyed at her sister's act. Which person in their right mind wouldn't notice what obviously happened to have placed her in this condition?
Margo bowed her head, contemplating whether she should tell her or not. Her head was in frenzy with her thoughts. She bit her lips and gently sucked at her small lip ring as she ran over of what her actions should be. She lifted her head and was about to speak before she noticed that her sister was no longer standing before he, but was at the foot of her bed, already pulling out the things she had placed under it.
"Gwen!" she shouted before noticed that her sister did nothing but stare blankly at what she found.
"Gwen I can –", but Margo didn't had a chance to explain when her sister cut her off.
"Margo… what … is this…?"Her petite and dainty hands had held the very thing that Margo had tried in vain to keep from her sister's prying eyes. In her hand was a brown shirt with a black and beige colored stripe running across it. A small and intricate symbol was expertly sewn on the front pocket. An all too familiar symbol for the both of their liking.
"I-I can explain. Really Gwen I can, just give me a chance to…" Her words were lost in her throat as her voice threatened to break. Tears began streaming down her face as she gulped and began. "It was Robert…h-he was here, at the house while you were gone and," she gulped once more as she continued, "he came… in here…" Her sister's silence and bowed head was disturbing to her, but she took it as a sign to continue anyway. "H-he…forced himself on me…"the last sentence brought her voice to nothing but a whisper, as images of what had previously happened came flashing through her mind.
Her head bowed as she fumbled with the popped bra strap as more tears came streaming down her face. Occasionally she would bite her lip in anticipation of her sister's words and actions. Her ears perked up as she heard some shifting in front of her. She was now expecting the comforting arms of her sister, placing her in a comforting embrace, but no such action.
Margo's head snapped to the side as her cheek stung and her eyes watered more than they previously were. Slowly her head turned to look at her sister. Her eyes widen as she whispered a fain call of her sister's name.
Gwen stood there, her face which was once an emotionless palate, now painted and molded into a disgusted and enraged scowl at her younger sibling. Her lips twisted into a wicked sneer as she hissed out her sentences like venom at her. No amount of love or affection evident in her voice. "How DARE you? You ungrateful little bitch! Robert has done nothing but been a good person to us! He's helped us more than anyone else, he took us in when no one else WOULD!" Her face was red and her breathing was hard as she continued her harsh rant. "I know you don't really like him all that much but you shouldn't SLANDER HIM! Don't hide how much of a whore you are by using Robert's good name! Do you hear that?" Her whole presence was seething with rage as she glared daggers at her sister, warning her not to say anything like that again.
Margo was completely taken aback at her sister's actions and words. S-she didn't believe her…. and she was a bitch and a …a whore? By now Margo was shaking as she took a step back, and her legs hit the side of the bed softly. Suddenly her knees gave out and she slowly slid down to a tearful whimpering mess. S-she, her family, her own sister, her own flesh and fucking BLOOD didn't believe her! She stared out blankly before her, not looking at anything particular, as she didn't notice Gwen wordlessly making her way out of the room, and only the almost silent click was made to signify her departure.
She sat there on the ground for what seems like hours, as she tried to grasp what just happened. Someone who was to love, care and protect had just raped her, and she had told, confided in her sister, who was usually protective and caring of her, of this. And what did she get? Nothing more than to be called derogatory names!
Rage and heart wrenching pain surged through her whole being as salty tears began pouring from her already red and puffy eyes.
Her knees became weak as they threatened to give way and make her collapse into a tearful heap as her mind refused to let, what was only but a few hours ago, down.
She wanted him to die, to be ripped into shreds beyond recognition. This wasn't the first time he'd done this to her, but this was the first time he did it and she told someone, her sister. Speaking of her, she wanted to her go down in hell with him too. She had just been raped by that…that…monster and was being the one punished? Oh yes, she wanted to see her get what she deserves for siding with him. To receive the same punishment as he did. Death.
Her eyes momentarily closed when the sound of a blood-curdling scream reopened them. Her sister's voice for sure, for she knew it anywhere. Her pained cries of agony called for help. Somebody, anybody, Margo. She was about to go when-
The sound of growling behind her, made the fine hairs on her arms and neck stand on age, as the familiar sickly sweet voice entered her ears. His mock worry only making her gut twist in fear for what he was going to do, as the faint taste of bile with just a tinge of a metallic and coppery substance gracing it.
She slowly turned to face him, her face deathly pale and morphed in a face of pure unadulterated fear.
"Ah~ My sweet Margo-chan, you had me so worried. You know, I was looking for you, and I was beginning to think that someone had found you and took you away." His pitch black and soulless eyes stared at her fully. "Oh well, since none of that happened, why don't we play a game? ~" His torn up lips quirked into a wicked grin as he pounced at her. Long, sharp fangs poking at his bottom lip, as his razor like claws extended fully and he reveled in a fit of laughter as he began his onslaught.
A blood-curdling scream was released as it was soon drowned out in his maniacal giggles.
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