Hey there friend, first off I'd like to thank you for clicking my story, I really appreciate you giving it a chance. Now I'd like to just state that I HAVE NEVER EVEN ATTEMPTED TO WRITE HORROR! I came up with this idea and just decided to write it out on my phone.

Alright, I'm done pestering you guys

Enjoy~

Chapter 1

Kaname's back arched off the velvety sheets as another volt of searing pain coursed through each of his limbs, the rational mannerisms he'd perfected over the years being violently beaten by the primal vampire instincts he was born with. Elongated claws dug straight into the mattress, leaving tears in the unfortunate finely made fabrics in-between.

His elegantly decorated personal quarters bathed in the red tint of the scarlet moon, giving the burgundy sheets a hauntingly glowing complexion. How painful this night had proven to be, and yet the worst had yet to come. As far as the vampire council could gather, every 342 full moons, the silvery rock that orbited earth would turn a rich shade of red, bringing out a savage side to all purebloods who were exposed to it. Some say that it was the spirits of vengeful hunters who wanted to show the world just how grotesque the creatures of the night truly were. A most preposterous tale, indeed, thought its affects were most... Affective...

Seek them. DRAIN them! They're so defenseless, and yours for the taking! What in hell's name are you waiting for?!

Auburn locks were thrown from side to side as his pale body twitched, reasonable mind set quickly losing its futile battle. He felt like screaming, the pain was borderline unbearable, but he bit it back. The name of Kuran brought him a high nobility which unfortunately came with a fragile pride and to express the slightest discomfort would be like a butcher's knife through the shoulder for him. The only signs he he used to convey his physical condition were his rich wine colored eyes being tightly hided by fluttering eyelids and the bloodied mess of a lower lip courtesy of his twin ivory tips.

Come now, those fucking tablets do nothing but tease you. How long has it been since you hunted down one of those delicious blood vessels and feasted? Don't you miss the feeling of their delectable screams ripping through their throats as you tear their necks open. The feeling of their their twitching limbs under your hands. The wondrous satisfaction of their pathetic little bodies going limp. DON'T YOU MISS THAT?!

Another strike to the brunet's immortal body sent him over the edge, he immediately went still as stone as the remains of logic were smashed the monster stepping out of its cold, dreary cage.

All of sudden, the pureblood felt everything. Every heartbeat vibrated in his slightly pointed ears. Every footstep that he would usually ignore became his main focus.

Yes, yes... Let it go! You owe yourself that much! Hunt them down, the reward is too great to pass up!

Pale eyelids rose slowly, revealing deep scarlet irises that pierced through the shadows of the noble's delicate features. His threatening fangs were bared as a grin spread across his face.

Tonight, he would grant himself in the crimson indulgence he craved so desperately. And those who tried to stop him, would become his prey...

That is my attempt at being scary... don't laugh at me!

It's really a brand new concept because in reality, I don't like being serious, but I tried my hardest and this is the result. :D

Just out of curiosity, I wanna see if someone can guess where I got the number 342 from, so I'm holding a contest that will go on until someone actually gets it. The prize will be a Request-fic that I'll write just for you! ... Not the best prize but... that's all I can really think of... Here's a hint; It's not a random number. You may groan, but I bet that a lot of participants were going to answer with that.

Until I see the lot of you again, I bid you adieu~