First Fanfiction. Not sure how to do this right yet. I'm not even sure if I'm even doing anything at this point.

Diclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or anything in this story that is not mine. I got the names off of etemology websites and such, so those aren't really mine either. I don't know. I just know I don't own Vampire Knight.

-Chapter 1-

Family Profiling

Ok. To say that Zero was pissed would be a major understatment. But there were no words that could describe how many people he wanted to punch in the face right now, so he settled for "pissed".

He was tired of being treated like a freaking prisoner in his own kingdom. His parents had once been some of the most powerful Vampire Hunters this world had ever known... or, not known. But here he was. Being followed by hunters on a schedule to make sure he didn't step out of line. Having a gun cocked to his head everytime he sneezed.

But what the hell could he do about it. It wasn't like there was some sort of serum that could bring back his human side. Someone should really start working on that, he thought to himself, trying to calm himself down a bit.

But since he couldn't, he resorted to throwing his water glass at the far wall.

It exploded in a shower of glass. He was starting to fume. More mad at himself now for creating a bigger mess to clean up. Sighing roughly, he crossed the dark room to retrieve the glass pieces in the carpet.

It was his apartment, but if "Headmaser Cross" saw the mess in the morning, Zero would be asked millions of worried questions in which would make him even more mad. He sat wondering if he had really ever not been mad a day in his life. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten an apartment so close to the association. That, possibly, could be a major problem causer, Zero thought sarcastically.

He bent over to pick up the glass. Despite his nagging memory of his childhood nurse yelling at him not to touch broken glass, he scooped it all in his hands at once, not caring about the million tiny stings that the glass caused. He dumped the shards into the trash can in his apartment, ignoring the rest on the floor. A vacuum or something could take care of that later. He had already lost interest in this mess. His brain was yelling at him to get rid of some of his messes, and this one didn't concern him as much as the other ones did. He filed it for a rainy day.

He turned his attention to his hand, where most of the cuts were closing, but the deep red liquid remained. He tried to recall the last time he had been graced with fresh, real blood. The last time had been before Yuki had left with that damn pureblood. Yuki. The one he had finally grown to love. With another man. His worst enemy. That was the number one problem in his life. But she was happy now. Shouldn't that be all that mattered to him? Whatever.

A powerful hunger started to unsettle his stomache, moving to his eyes, turning them a never ending scarlet color. He knew drinking his own blood wouldn't benefit him. But, God, he was hungry.

The hunger eating at his insides was too overpowering. Almost like an addiction he needed to fulfill before he suffered from God-forsaken withdrawl. He went to his dresser and grabbed his medicine box. He threw back two or twenty pills and gulped down a glass of water. He stumbled over to his bed and laid with his hands over his eyes. A couple deep breaths later and his hunger was a little more under control. He stayed like that until he fell asleep... a few hours later.

Zero woke up as ticked off as ever. Just because the sun didn't bother his non-vampire-born eyes didn't mean that he had to be a morning person. In fact, morning people ticked him off even more. So when the president of the association came bouncing up, Zero was not amused.

"Zero, good morning! I have some great news!" The president seemed to brimming over with bubbliness.

But if he expected a real answer from Zero this early in the morning, then he was mentally insane. So he recieved a small grunt out of him instead. The president didn't seem to be deterred.

"Zero, do you remember the Jolons?" He paused in another attempt to get Zero to speak. When he finaly realized that wouldn't be happening, he continued. "Well, there coming over to OUR association building to watch us do what we do best. They should be here in a couple hours or so, so be on your best behavior and act presentable." At this he threw a wink at Zero, whom had gone slightly pale at the mention of the family.

When translated into the true meaning, Jolons meant "valley of the dead oaks". Which, Zero thought, is about as creepy as the real people. The Jolons were another Vampire Hunting family, close in rankings with the Kiryu's, but a million time more merciless. Their oldest child had made his first kill at the age of five. Normal hunters finished training around age thirteen. Rumor had told that each child has the head of their firsts kills hanging in their rooms above their heads. There was something messed-up about the whole family.

"Zero? Ze-ro? ...Zero?" Zero lightly felt the finger of the president jabbing into his cheek, well, until Zero threw his hand away from his face. He found himself mad again.

"What the hell are they doing coming here?" Zero spoke his first words of the morning. Actually, shouted probably says it better. Everyone in the main hall of the association building became silent and stared at Zero, a few with their hands on their guns. Zero didn't care anymore. He recalled his angst from last night.

Giving a small growl, he turned from Cross and stormed off in the opposite direction. The noise his boots made were slowly draind out by the noise of the people in the hall returning to their movements.

Zero ran his eyes around the familiar building. The elaborate, high dome ceiling made the place seem more holy, rather than hunter-ish. They usually brought the vampires they caught through this way, so there was bars placed on all the windows. The bars over the small windows made it more intimidating. The lighting was dimmed. "No use wasting any money by lighting the building beyond what was needed," the president always said.

Zero navigated through a few more corridors, pretending not to notice anyone around him. Even the few girls who threw him flirtatious waves. He recongnized the one girl in the middle. Aimi Sohmo. She had been in the day class at Cross academy for a while. She was all gossip though. She threw herself at almost any opportunity for attention and had often claimed that she had seduced a few of the men in the night class. As if. "Hey, Zero!" Aimi called. She also had started to assume that they were friends. But he did have to admit, she was kind of cute.

But he wasn't as gracious to admit it on the outside. He walked past them without aknowledging their presence. He'd really rather be left alone to sulk the arrival of the Jolons. He decided to climb to his favorite spot in the association before he had to leave on his duties.

He turned a few corners into the oldest part of the building. It had once been used as the school part of the young trainees education, but was later deemed unnecesary, therefore had been closed. Now the students were left to find their own education at whatever school their parent's chose. They had never tore it down though, and it had never been remade. It was just... there. They hadn't even removed the furnature, desks and all. They had even left the grand piano in the music room. That was his secret room.

The music room was the largest of all the classrooms. And the shelf on one wall of the room was easy to climb into the ceiling, where you could go anywhere in the Association from. Including the clock tower, the highest part of the city.

Once he had climbed up there, he could see the entire town. He sat on an open window ledge and let himself melt into pensive thought.

So the Jolons decided to pay them a visit. He should have seen it coming sooner or later. They were always looking for ways to beat ahead of this particular association. They were so dense though! Zero wouldn't be surprised if they didn't even kow his family was dead. Or if they didn't know about the events however many years ago that was. He didn't keep track anymore. Eleven, twelve or something.

But then again, maybe they had just found out and wanted to offer their "condolences". Hell, maybe they'd offer Zero a place in their family. They would. But it would be for their own personal image.

He would decline, naturaly. There was no doubt about that. He didn't even feel like he belonged where humans were anymore. Plus they already had like, five children anyway. They were a big family. Seven in all.

Takashi and Shinobu Jolon were the parents. Both were your extremely stereotype vampire hunter insane psycho-person. Plus they were pretty old, but never seemed to slow down a bit. Zero was annoyed by them.

Akira, he was the oldest child and the most aggresive. About eight or nine years older than Zero. Zero didn't like him.

Then, um... *snap* right, Nikoru and Koru. Twins, like him and Ichiru. Nikoru was sweet, but deadly. Zero didn't much care for her. Koru talked big, but was no threat. Zero didn't much care for him either.

The fourth child was Osamu. The boy liked his meals. And snacks, and all other food he could stuff himself with. Zero was disgusted by him.

There was a fifth child. A girl, I think, thought Zero. She was his age, if he remembered correctly. He couldn't bring her name to mind. But then, she must not be as bad as the rest of them to not have her own mental profile.

Zero sat for about another fifteen minutes until he decided it was about time to get back to his reality. He climbed back into the music room and followed hallways into the Association building. This was going to be a long day, Zero thought.

And he felt that was an understatment.

First Fanfiction. Please, pleasepleaseplease comment and tell me if I'm doing this right. I promise I have a whole plot and everything in my head. I may start out rough, but I promise I'll get somewhere!