Hey guys!

First of all, I do not own Rosario to Vampire. This work is merely fanfiction.

Second of all, this story is not going to be sticking to a lot of the more detailed lore or events within either the anime or manga. I kinda had an idea in my head, and went with it so; if you would prefer a fanfiction that revolves strictly around those worlds, I am afraid this may not be the one for you. However, I will definitely do my best to keep all the characters in character, and will be basing this fanfiction off of the basics of the anime. After all, this wouldn't be a Rosario to Vampire fanfiction otherwise XD

That being said, I hope everyone enjoys the fic!

Chapter 1

It was finally happening. The boy who, only moments ago, was facing the silver-haired young woman in front of him was now bent double, his chest heaving, and blood spewing from the mouth that agony had cruelly pried open. His female counterpart merely stared at him, her eyes brimming with tears she hadn't known she could shed. This was the most deeply she had ever felt in her life. Ever. And she absolutely hated it.

Yes, HATE. That was a feeling she was comfortably familiar with and, as she stared at the boy in front of her, she welcomed it. Hate dried her eyes and hardened her heart. What did it matter; the boy she loved was soon to be gone forever. Replaced with a beastly, mindless killing machine. That was what saving him with her blood had done to him. Tsukune Aono was turning into a ghoul. And, although Moka Akashiya could never forgive herself for that, she could certainly place her anger towards herself on another being. Namely the ghoul that was now taking his place and that would rob her of the only man she had ever loved…she would never forgive it for that!

With these anguished and desperate thoughts running through her mind the young woman felt her vampiric power suddenly rush through her veins and felt her eyes heat up as they pulsed a brilliant crimson. Her glowing red gaze took in the sight before her: she could no longer see the boy kneeling in front of her, as he had almost totally been covered by a whirling tornado of large bats. She scoffed, her despair having given way to cold, calculating cruelty. They were concealing his body growing and turning the deepest black, the ugly featherless wings sprouting from between his shoulder blades, the fact that his hair has most likely all fallen out by now, Moka thought, a twinge of pain tugging at her heart again. She looked down at her chest angrily, as if she felt betrayed by her life-sustaining organ. No. That thing is not Tsukune. It is what has devoured everything Tsukune has ever been. And for that, it deserves to die.

The bats had stopped whirling now and had stuck themselves onto Tsukune's still hunched over body, moulding themselves to his somewhat enlarged figure. Moka, in her cold rage, did not notice the unusual lack of wing shapes that should have been sprouting from the ghoul's back and instead took a few, mechanical steps towards what she now believed to be the beast. Her silver hair whipped in the harsh, supernatural wind that had been created by the boy's transformation as she crouched into a fighting stance. She was going to kill this thing before it ever had the chance to ruin her beloved Tsukune's memory.

With his picture in her mind, Moka felt hot tears blur her vision once more, but this time she did not care about them. Instead, she used them to fuel her hate and as she raised her powerful right leg to deliver her death blow, she shrieked out her famous catch-phrase.

"It's time you learned your place!"

But, as she swung her foot down towards the still encased beasts' head, a strong hand darted out from underneath the bat blanket, sending a few of the creatures fluttering away, and caught it. Moka fell unceremoniously to the ground, her balance thrown off by this unexpected resistance, and her white head snapped up to stare at the arm still gripping her foot.

It was lean and toned as she had expected, but the cruel talons and hideous black, scaly skin were nowhere to be seen. Instead, the arm was as smooth as human skin, if significantly paler; and the fingernails were short and manicured. The vampire felt her mouth drop open at this realisation, and as movement from below the mass of bats sent them scattering, she could not help but gasp aloud.

The flurry of leathery wings leaving the area revealed Tsukune to the young woman who was still sprawled on the floor, but he was not the ghoul that Moka had been expecting. Far from it.

Silver hair, a shade darker than the vampire in front of him, framed a pale, porcelain face whose calmness was broken by the two beams of vermillion that were Tsukune's eyes. His face looked older somehow, and less innocent, as Moka always did when she changed to her vampire form. His shirtless body was definitely not that of a teenager's, at any rate. The cold, hard expression on the man's face was so unlike the kind, compassionate nature of the boy she had come to know, that she almost grew afraid. But then, he did something that was so unmistakably Tsukune, Moka almost laughed and cried at the same time, in her relief. At the sight of his own hand around the girl's ankle and then Moka herself sprawled defencelessly on the cobblestone, staring at him in shock; Tsukune began apologising profusely while he abruptly dropped her foot as if it had burned him. He straightened up and looked down at the ground, solemn and quiet.

Although Moka new it to be impossible, she dared to believe that what she saw before her was true when she reached out and touched his cool cheek, making the situation all too real for her. An incident like this had never once occurred in vampire history. Moka, instead of turning Tsukune into a ghoul with her blood, had created an S-Class Super Monster. A vampire.

"A vampire, not a ghoul. My, my this is very interesting indeed." Although the strikingly handsome vampire man in front of her was indeed Tsukune, he was a little different from how he had been before, as a human. Moka marked this as she lifted her mug of tea to her lips and blew curls of steam in the newest vampire's direction, listening to his words. They were sitting in Moka's bedroom, nursing their own steaming beverages, Tsukune's now being just a little redder than he previously would have liked. Now though as he sipped his own drink, the wine red colour staining his full bottom lip, his pink tongue slipped out and elegantly removed the tell-tale mark. As he did so, the silver-haired Moka could see a new fang peep out from underneath his upper lip and shivered unwillingly. The equally silver-haired Tsukune eyed her and smirked, as if he was amused by this unintentional display. Truthfully, and it killed Moka to admit it but it was true nonetheless, this Tsukune intimidated her slightly. The monster energy he was giving off right now was more than she could have ever hoped to have been able to achieve, and he wasn't even trying.

Could my blood really have been that potent? She thought to herself. There is no other feasible reason…But, I may have to ask father about this entire affair. Eventually.

Studying him closer than this Inner Moka had ever cared to before, she noticed that Tsukune was also more confident. The air he gave off was that of superiority, and it was as if one should be thankful he was even taking part in a simple conversation. She did not think he was doing it deliberately though; it was more as if that was his natural state of being. He just seemed so comfortable within himself, unlike he had ever been before.

"Am I that good-looking, Moka, that I deserve so much of your so sought-after attention?" Inner Moka gulped and looked away, something she had never before done in her life, and twirled a strand of her long hair shyly, also something she had never done before. While Tsukune was cute and gentle before, Moka had to acknowledge the fact that in his new state, he was drop-dead gorgeous. Not to mention the raw magnetism that was rolling off of him in waves. The vampire girl felt somewhat bittersweet about the fact that he had managed to find a shirt to put on.

Tsukune got up abruptly, startling Moka, but quickly crossed the room and apologised as he sat down next to her on her bed, "I am very sorry for scaring you, my darling, but I am still getting used to my heightened – well, everything." He gave her a genuine smile then and Moka relaxed visibly.

"My darling?" She repeated, the term didn't sound extremely unpleasant to her ears. His smile grew ever so slightly as he nodded.

"Of course. Nothing has changed, Moka, since I confessed my love to you. I merely thought I would never get to say it again." And his blood stained eyes validated every word.

Moka felt that if she could blush, at this moment her cheeks would be a colour to rival her own eyes. But, for some reason, she did not mind.

"Alright Tsukune. But I must tell you something first…" If he was worried at these words, the new vampire did not show it in the slightest, he waited patiently for her to continue. She did not disappoint.

"…I love you too, Tsukune."

He gave her a magnificent smile, both of his fangs gleaming in the room's single overhead light, and Moka was momentarily dazzled. Without another word, Tsukune enveloped her in a warm embrace, pressing her to his firm, muscled chest. It was not of sexual intention in any way, but she could feel the strength of his love for her in the way his arms curled protectively over her back, the way her head fit so perfectly into the hollow created by his collarbone, the way…

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain in the side of her neck and she cried aloud. Pulling back abruptly, Tsukune looked the surprise written all over her face. A single, red line traced its way down to his chin from a corner of his mouth and as he wiped it away with a finger, he gave the stunned Moka an impish grin.

"Please accept my apology once more, Moka, my love. I did not intend for that to happen at all, but you smelled far too delicious to resist."

He licked his finger clean.

Tsukune felt powerful, capable, like he could finally grant his girls the protection he'd longed to give them ever since he had arrived at Yokai Academy. He thought he would miss being human, but then again, he was expecting to become a mindless killing-machine. As he walked along the path back to the boy's dormitory, the waxing moon stark against the maroon sky, he attempted to analyse his feelings about his new state. It could not be reversed, and honestly, he didn't think he wanted it to be. He saw the way Inner Moka had looked at him tonight. She, of all people, had actually been flustered. And by his presence. A small smile crept onto his lips as he pictured the scene again and he walked through the front door of the large, gothic building.

The smile fell away though at the thought of the complications that came with his now being a vampire. He would need a seal of some kind to comply with the school rules, and mask his now true form. Moka had suggested asking her father, the renowned Issa, one of the three dark lords and the vampire who had made her own rosary. Tsukune had nodded his agreement, that would be the best possible plan of action, but they would only be able to see Issa on winter break, and that was not for three weeks. He needed a temporary fix.

He sighed. No doubt the Director will be wanting to see me anyway if I walk around just like this tomorrow. So, when he does, I could ask him what might possibly work.

He sighed again, now having reached his room on the third floor. Entering, Tsukune Aono pulled off his shirt and threw himself onto his single bed. He stared up at the ceiling and gave a little, disbelieving chuckle. When his parents had told him about the flyer for the school his father, Koji Aono, had picked off of the street, he could never have dreamed it would eventually lead him to become a silver-haired, red-eyed, super-powered vampire.

The next morning Tsukune took a deep breath before exiting his room. To his own surprise, he did not feel as nervous about walking around in his true form as he thought he was going to be.

Becoming what I am must have changed me more than just physically. He knew this was true. He felt more at ease with himself than he had felt in ages. And, to make matters even better, he was turning the heads of the students around him and causing whispers to ripple along the corridors.

"Is that guy really a vampire?"

"He must be! Look at that silver hair, and red eyes!"

"He's a legendary, S-Class super-monster!"

It felt good. Better than good. It was something Tsukune hadn't known he had longed for until now. Recognition. To be acknowledged not as worthless and weak, but as someone to be respected for both his physical strength and strength of will. He had always had the latter, but the combination of the two was so dizzyingly intoxicating that Tsukune almost felt drunk off of ecstasy.

A glimmer of pink suddenly caught his eye, and Tsukune's thoughts were abruptly interrupted. He turned his head to look at the end of the hallway where the Moka he had first met, Outer Moka, was entering the homeroom they shared. A large group of girls immediately in front of him thought that it was them he was staring so intently at, and collectively fainted. As if he had never seen them, he walked straight past the pile of happily unconscious bodies and headed straight towards the door that had just closed between him and his now confirmed girlfriend. Confirmed between him and Inner Moka, at any rate.

The boys, who had also been fawning over him, rushed over to the girls to help them up. A guy has to have his chance after all.

Tsukune paused outside the homeroom door. His senses (that were now heightened one hundredfold) had been relatively easy to manage, so much so in fact that he surprised himself at how quickly he had adapted to his new self. He now used this fact to listen in on what was happening on the other side of the door.

"Have you seen the new guy?" Kurumu's loud voice rang out. "Apparently he's already taken over the position as the hottest guy in school."

"What?!" An indignant, child-like voice rang out. Tsukune smiled as he recognised it to be Yukari, his little witch friend. "No way is he hotter than my Tsukune!"

"Hey!" Kurumu shouted again, "He is my destined one, so don't go getting any ideas in that childish little head of yours!"

"Tsukune will be my husband one day, not yours." A somewhat deadpan voice could be heard under the shrieks of the two fighting girls, and Tsukune chuckled. Misore would never change; she was a snow woman after all. Hearing them squabble over him however, made Tsukune feel a little guilty. He and Moka would have to tell them that he had made his decision. He refused to lead them on under any circumstances. He cared about them too much; he could never be so cruel to his girls.

Speaking of which, Moka's was the only voice he had not heard up until now. He wondered why. Only he and the Mokas had known about his changing into a ghoul; well would have been change anyway; but they are both aware of everything going on when the other is in control.

So Outer Moka surely knows that he did not turn into a ghoul after all?

As if to answer his question, he could hear a quiet sniffle on the other side of the door. Moka, he thought, a pang of pain stabbing at his heart. He couldn't stand it when she cried.

"He's gone," He could hear her say softly, "And it's all my fault." Tsukune didn't think his face could pale any further than it had already, but he certainly felt the blood drain away from it. Outer Moka doesn't remember what happened last night. I can't let her believe Inner Moka killed me. I have to tell her, looking down at his white hands he realised that he had to do more than only that, I have to tell all of them the truth. About the whole ghoul thing…the vampire that I am now…everything.

Tsukune took a deep breath and clenched his fists, it was now or never. And with that he threw the sliding door open and marched into his homeroom, ready to show the girls who he was now.

Kurumu turned away from their regular, morning cat fight the moment she heard the door open behind them. It could only have been her one true love, her destined one, who had just entered.

"Tsukune!" She hurried over to the figure who was purposefully marching towards Tsukune's desk, and attempted to shove his face into her ample bosom. But something was not quite right, this person was too tall for her breasts to reach. Kurumu, whose eyes had been shut tight with joy, opened them now and looked up at the young man she was actually rubbing her chest against.

Bright red eyes glared down at her and she let out a banshee shriek and hurriedly backed away.

"I – I – I… I AM SO SORRY MR VAMPIRE, SIR. I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN. WELL, UNLESS YOU WANT ME TOO…AH! NO! FORGET I SAID ANYTHING, I PROMISE I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! I - "

Kurumu babbled her apologies and bobbed up and down in a frantic curtsey as Tsukune looked on in astonishment. Did she really not recognise him?

Yukari and Misore, who had continued the squabble in Kurumu's absence, now looked to her in irritation.

"Do you mind Kurumu? We have enough going on here without your stupid ramblings! What are you even doing anyway, you big cow?" Yukari's harsh words never used to bother Tsukune before today, she had called Kurumu much worse in the time that they had all known each other. But right now, for whatever reason, it offended Tsukune's nobleness and he felt the need to stand up for his friend.

"Do not speak to her like that," he said quietly, but firmly. His voice had even dropped in pitch to fit his new appearance, apparently.

"And just who do you think you are mister?!" Yukari turned, with fire in her eyes. But, when she saw Tsukune standing there, the flames immediately died down, and fear took their place. With all the noise now having also fizzled out, all of the students in the room became aware of the almost tangible monster energy that pulsed through the room. None of them had ever felt a reading as strong as that of the mysterious new student before. And when they turned, they saw why.

A young man stood at the back of the classroom, a scowl on his pale face, his silver-hair wafting in the ceiling-fan's breeze, and his red eyes radiating power. Everyone trembled in their seats. Not even the transformed Moka, whom they all knew of and almost worshipped, had an energy signature like this new student's. Who was he? No one was brave enough to ask.

Tsukune stared every one of the students down until they grew uncomfortable and turned back to the front, attempting to continue with the conversations they had been enjoying before; and when there was some semblance of normality in the classroom, he attempted to talk to his girls again.

But Yukari interrupted him before he could even begin, "Waahh!" Much to his dismay, the little girl, four years young for her grade, began to bawl her eyes out. "I'm sorry mister mysterious vampire, I didn't mean it!" He reached out a hand to comfort her, but Moka immediately tugged the little girl into her arms protectively. Tsukune drew his arm back as if he had been burned, while Moka looked at him pleadingly.

"I am sure you meant well, sir. But please, let me calm her. I am quite certain that you will only make her more upset. You can talk to her afterwards, if that is okay?" Moka smiled wanly up at him, her pink hair framing her beautiful face and Tsukune nodded solemnly. Not one of his friends recognised him and - to make things worse - they were afraid of him. Not for long. They will have to recognise me at some point.

But he didn't say anything and simply put his bag next to his desk, sitting down in his usual seat. Misore eyed him warily, "I am afraid that seat is reserved for someone else."

Tsukune looked at her glumly, but did not say anything. At the front of the classroom the group's homeroom teacher, a woman reminiscent of a docile house cat, entered and attempted to quiet the buzzing classroom. She began taking register and, one by one, the students stopped talking to respond to their names.

"I know you vampires are superior to us, but that still doesn't give you the right to take another monster's seat without asking." Tsukune's eyes widened as he heard some semblance of anger bubble up in the snow woman's voice. This was the first time he had ever heard a trace of emotion when she spoke. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and was about to reply, when he heard his name called.

"Aono Tsukune?" A meowing voice rang out from the front of the room.

"Present," he replied without thinking.

For the second time in the space of a few minutes, the entire class was staring at him in astonishment. Even the cat-like woman behind the teacher's desk felt her mouth fall open as she gaped at the student claiming to be Tsukune Aono.

Tsukune himself felt the rainbow gaze of his girls hot on his back, but he straightened himself up and smirked confidently. Where is all this arrogance coming from? But as quickly as the thought had come to him, he dismissed it. He decided not to question his new found poise any more. It was part of his character now, and he was going to use it to his advantage.

"I am sorry, sensei. My seal broke you see, and I fully intend to speak to the Director during the course of today on the topic of getting a temporary one," he gave the teacher a charming smile, and she went as red as the can of tomato juice Moka had on her desk. Flustered, she nodded her head spastically and swiftly moved on with the rest of the roll-call.

Tsukune turned his head to look at Moka, who had an unreadable expression on her face. Yukari, who was still sitting on her lap, had eyes as big as saucers; while Misore and Kurumu simply gaped at him, a blueberry flavoured lollipop lying forgotten on the tiled floor.