Blood Lust Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Ouran High School does not belong to me – I am merely borrowing the characters.

Oh my love, I know we're drifting apart
Let's work this out, cause I don't wanna say goodbye
Harder I try is the harder I cry
Thinking we'd be done, just simply gone baby
- Let's Work This Out by Dada ft. Lil' Mindy.

"It'd be a pleasure for us to enroll Ms. Fujioka Haruhi into our school."

"If you would, please sign the deal. Remember our regulations."

"Our lips are sealed."

"Our heir is in your hands, Chairman Suoh."

"We'll take very good care of her."

Fujioka Haruhi was never one to mess with – being not only the princess of the household, but of the entire clan was an advantage that allowed her to create ice walls between herself and other people. Even within her household, her parents respected the boundaries and left her alone. For, she never disappointed their expectations, nor did she ever require their assistance. A few of her most distinguished characteristics were her patience-lacking temper and her poisonous tongue. One fragment of a sentence was shocking enough to send people into tears. She despised people without intelligence. She despised people who weren't able to follow her orders when she specifically gave them thorough instructions. It wasn't entirely her fault she turned out this way. She was spoiled; Ever since she was a kid, she had everything done her way. If it wasn't the way she wanted, she'd throw a tantrum or fight back with ruthless words. She wasn't afraid to insult servants, maids or even guests. Many kept a distance away from her. She was an isolated child, often forced to play alone. That eventually weaved into her personality as her hatred began to grow for humans in general – she turned into a hermit. Anyone who met her would describe her as cold or frightening; she was an ice princess (both virtually and physically). She didn't get along with other girls her age; neither did she ever care to strike up a conversation. They were useless idiots who only knew how to play with their dolls. She also knew her rank fairly well – she was of noble class and couldn't be classified with the common people.

But many men couldn't deny that she was gorgeous. Her royal bloodline was only an extra feature like chocolate topping on an ice cream cake. As she grew older, she became a hotter topic between her own kinds. The ice queen. The one who stole all hearts. Rumors spread far and wide as more and more men came up with brilliant plans to steal her heart.

She belonged to the highest ranking of monsters, vampires. Of course, these weren't your average blood-sucking bats that stayed out all night to hunt … or so the science fiction stories say. She rarely hunted, preferring her servants to serve her the meal rather than catching one herself. She listened to music, read books, and took walks like normal people, but she wasn't exactly the epitome of normal. Truthfully, she was the complete opposite. What distinguishes her from possibly the entire world of creatures was her brain which always seemed as though they moved by the speed of light. She was a piece of evidence that shown officials that geniuses do exist. Haruhi was only a two days old when she stuttered her first sentence. While most babies were in diapers playing with their toy cars, she was already reading fascinating books like Gone with the Wind. At the age of three, she was able to learn everything from grade one to college, allowing her to slack off for the next fifteen years of her life. Or so she thought…

"Ms. Haruhi, we've arrived." Her butler, whom she chose the nickname of Escargot (French name for snail) for his distinguished ways of slowing her down all day, replied. She liked speed, but the man just moved a mile per minute. Then again, she couldn't blame him. He was a kind gentlemen who would take a bullet for her – better than the servants and maids she had at home. A part of her was a bit suspicious of whether her parents sent Escargot on purposes… to slow her days down and for her to enjoy life.

Sighing, Haruhi eyed the giant school outside her bullet proof window for a second. This was the prison she would be locked up in for the next year or so. It didn't look too frightening – actually it wasn't frightening at all. The entire school gave off an elegant atmosphere. There were rose bushes surrounding every building so that people could admire them and enjoy the smell. The marble stairs that lead up to what seemed like a palace. The perfectly aligned trees green trees that looked as though they were just freshly trimmed. The pure white color of the buildings possibly coated just a few days ago. The shiny windows which reflected like a mirror. All of the brightness caused a nauseous feeling in her chest, but that wasn't all. Her face cringed at the sight of the golden gates. They're locking us in a jail cell, she thought bitterly.

The most questionable thing that she was unable to understand was why would her parents lock her here? They knew she was perfectly fine in her little chamber, but what right did they have lock her in a boarding school when she learnt everything until college when she was only three years old? She didn't care if she was overreacting. It wasn't fair. She hated parental authority. Why did she need to sit through these classes when she could be at home reading a good book like the Master Key System by Haanel learning things she had never touched upon? Or sitting in front of the computer earning millions by predicting the stock market? Instead, they decided on something more productive and social… like school. It was just a waste of time for her, but her father suggested that she needed at least one year of high school experience where she would social with other girls, find a lover, and go to prom. All of which made it onto Haruhi's list of more despised things.

"I'll pick you up at 4:30." He said, interrupting her angry thoughts. Haruhi glared before grabbing her bag.

"Be late again and you will find yourself migrated to another country. Remember, I want 4:30 on the dot. Not a second early nor a second late," Haruhi said coldly. A part of her wanted to rip her hair out of her scalp.

The students stared at her as she entered the gates as though she had another eye growing out of her forehead. Girls whispered while some guys whistled. She didn't care. Being the daughter of the royals meant she had experience to these events. It was the same thing over and over again – she was like a nearly extinct dinosaur at the zoo. Why not just feed me some food and have your hands bitten off at the same time? She scoffed before giving everyone an icy glare. She was like a Venus fly trap, luring her targets closer.

"Is that the new girl? She's scary." Her mouth watered with distaste. This was possibly the worst situation for her. She was the center of attention to nearly everyone on campus. Everyone was staring, making her more nervous. Although she was sixteen, not once has she ever made a friend.

"Dean's office... Dean's office..." She muttered frantically, trying to calm the jittery butterflies in her stomach. Several people looked as though they were about to approach her. The thought made her heart beat quicker. Was this really what school was like? Was it really this intimidating? It was embarrassing to admit her vulnerable feelings in such a situation. She clutched her bag tighter as her face looked stoned. She immediately thought of the map her father gave her before she was departed from them. If she was correct, the Dean's office would be a straight left towards the first building. It would have a large mahogany door like the door to her room at the palace in the vampire kingdom. She walked as quickly as she could with her human speed.

A welcome was heard the moment she entered. She took a seat in the middle of the hall.

"I hear you are transferring to Ouran High. We're very welcome to have you here. I've heard about your academic talents from your father as well as your past teachers, and we're just delighted to watch your exponential progress in our school."

"Thanks." Haruhi looked up at the man. Her eyes scanned the name plate on his desk before a spark of recognition passed her head. It was that man who her father was telling her about; apparently, this man was going to be her caretaker at her stay in the human world. Chairman Suoh. The brainless talkative old grandpa owned the school. Not only that, but he had a son who was in the same year as her. What was his name? Tama… something. Her father told her during their last dinner together but she refused to listen.

"I can see that you're not very familiar with the school, so I got one of the brightest students here to show you around – luckily, he takes the same classes and is in the same graduating year as you are."

"Is that so? Why, I'm honored." Haruhi turned to face her left only to be faced with a sharp looking black haired man leaning a meter away from the door like a shadow. He wore spectacles which glinted off the lights. Maybe he'll grow to look like Dumbledore when he grows older. The thought of it led Haruhi into a fit of mental giggles. She bit her lips and just stared into his cold onyx eyes. His eyes transformed into slits as she walked over. The look on his face told her that he did not like the chairman's praise for her.

"Can you see okay? You're squinting a bit." She said, waving her hand in front of his face and purposely trying to agitate him. She didn't like him; his posture to his facial expression told her that he was a snobby rich arrogant bastard. He looked irritated, but remained his calm facial expression.

"Kyouya Ootori." He chose to ignore Haruhi's rude comment and stuck his hand out as Haruhi looked curiously at it. Why was he holding out his hand? Did he want her to hit him because she disobeyed him? Unluckily for her, she left the whip at her palace so if she would hit him, her skin would directly touch his. She looked towards Chairman Suoh.

"What do I do?" She asked curiously, nearly embarrassed. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Kyouya's shoulders shake a bit. Kyouya stared at Haruhi with distaste. One look of her made him think of his fangirls. She was pretty, he reluctantly admitted, but did she really have the brains to take the same classes as him? He took the most challenging courses in the entire school and topped each and every class. Just a while ago, the Chairman was praising her genius abilities that it made him want to cringe in disgust. He expected a female version of himself – a girl whose head is always in a book, who didn't care about her hair or her looks except she turned out to be one of those airhead who seemed as though they only cared about physical appearance. Still, you can't judge a person by looks, he reminded himself. When she took a look at his hand, he stifled a laugh. Maybe she really is dumber than he expected.

"It's a welcome greeting. You introduce yourself. Then you put your hand in his hand and shake." Chairman Suoh looked a bit strangely at Haruhi, but he was warned that the poor girl did not have any knowledge of how to socialize with people. He just never expected it to be as bad as her father exaggerated it to be. She was isolated from society, preferring to complete diffucult physics problems that Einstein solved in his age rather than playing with other children. She was solving and proving advanced mathematical equations before she was five.

"Fujioka Haruhi," she said, returning back to icy stoned face. She put her hand in his. The moment their hands touched, she felt a spark running through her mind. She pulled her hand away, afraid.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asked, pushing up his glasses. He looked at his hands, perfectly sure that he washed them before he came. Was she a hygiene freak?

"I'm fine," Haruhi walked off, grabbing a map and the schedule on the Chairman's desk. "Thanks for the schedule. I must get going."

"First class, advanced placement physics. Oh joy, my favorite class," she muttered, before looking around. The first bell rang nearly ten minutes ago.

"Excuse me, Miss Fujioka. If you forgot, Chairman Suoh specifically sent me to show you around. I would be neglecting my duties as bad host and look down upon if I didn't escort the lady. Plus, I was told that we have the same schedule."

"Are you trying to hit on me?"

Haruhi backed away, preparing for escape. Maybe he was one of those hormone crazed guys she read about over the internet. One of those people who would pounce the moment they got the chance to. Kyouya scoffed, before walking away. Motioning for her to follow him, but she ignored it and wandered off on her own. It was nearly half an hour later when she found herself strolling around campus memorizing each building and the classrooms it contained rather than attending class.

"Aishh, how large is this school?" She asked, annoyed. Ouran consisted of nearly a hundred different buildings, each of which was teaching a different subject. For example, if you took physics, you would be placed in the physics building. Chemistry in the Chemistry building. Etc. The entire campus was grand and obviously made for the rich – for, one meal at Ouran cost as much as a week's worth of groceries for commoners. The students attending there were all daughters or sons of CEOS and chairmen, enabling the school endless funding and donations. She took one final glance at her map before tossing it in the trashcan and walking off to class.

"Ms. Fujioka Haruhi, tardy on the first day." The teacher lectured the moment she walked in. It was written on her face that her first impression was a bad one. Haruhi intended to sneak into class, but the doors were a bit too light and she pushed it a bit too hard. The door slammed open and nearly forty pairs of eyes stared. She looked at her classmates before recognizing the same familiar smirk she saw nearly forty five minutes ago. She groaned mentally.

"Sorry."

"Since you missed the lesson, stay afterschool so I can learn Helmholtz free energy."

"Sir, I learned it when I was three."

"Can you explain it?"

"The Helmholtz free energy F is one of the four thermodynamic potentials defined by the equation: F=U – T where U is the internal energy, T is the absolute temperature and S is the entropy. The Helmholtz free energy is a measure of the energy required to create a system after the spontaneous energy transfer from the environment has taken place. The quantity TS is energy you can get from the system's environment by heating. The Helmholtz free energy is constant at constant temperature and volume. It plays a key role in statistical physics. Do you need to me to write out how we derived this equation? Also, you sound unsure that I learned everything before. Shall I give you a run down of all the formulas, equations, and laws? "

Haruhi held a triumphant look as the teacher looked at her in disbelief before regaining his conscience. He didn't like the new student at all. It was only day one and she was trying to outsmart him… and if he was correct, she would. He was told that this student was a special case from the Chairman. He shook his head, before swallowing but still doubtful of Haruhi's capabilities – he'll have to test her later to see whether her abilities were as good as she boasted it to be.

"You may be seated, next to Kyouya Ootori." The teacher assigned as Haruhi nearly fainted. Bad idea—we're going to kill each other in the middle of class. She bit her lips and grabbed the textbook before angrily plopping down next to the black-haired man. He stared at her while she glared back. Their relationship was not a smooth one, but Haruhi contained herself from darting at him. Sitting on the edge of the table, she made sure that she was at the farthest distance away from him. With her elbows aligned to the exact edge of her desk, she dazed through the lesson, noting things that he went over, but not paying attention. She closed her eyes and mapped out an unimportant physics equation which she has wanted to solve since two days ago in her head until the bell rang.

"Test tomorrow." The teacher told the class before walking out. Haruhi yawned before grabbing her textbook. Kyouya followed after.

The next few classes were pretty much the definition of hell as well with the exception of Drawing and Painting. In every class, the teacher would introduce her, the students would stare at her like she was a large python they've never seen in their life, and then assign her to the seat next to Kyouya Ootori. It made her wonder why there was only an empty seat next to him. And in every class, he would hold a triumphant smirk while she glared back. Despite everything, she made it until lunch break.

The moment the bell rang, she darted out of the room to the courtyard she found. Pulling out The Master Key System by Haanel, she sat on a swing with her back facing the sun.

"That's a very good book. If I remember correctly, Bill Gates read that book, dropped out of Harvard University, and created his own company with the idea of wanting to have a portable desktop on everyone's desk."

Haruhi looked up only to be faced with the same onyx eyes she had to face all morning. Her eyes narrowed into slits as Kyouya put on his sweetest fake smile. His host smile, in other words. The bright radiance emitting from his body made her want to vomit on the spot. She held her breath.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine though it isn't any of your concern."

"Ouch, that hurts."

"What do you want? Are you here to darken my day even further? It's already horrendous enough that I have to sit next to you in every single class. May I ask why there is only one empty seat next to you?"

"Because no one has the same intelligence as I do – most of the people even in the advanced placement classes are a bit... dumb. Anyone who sits next to me thinks they're going to get butchered."

Haruhi snorted returning back to her book before Kyouya spoke again, "I'm afraid you're in my reading area."

"Your?" Haruhi scoffed, not looking up. Kyouya was a bit annoyed. Not once has anyone treated him this way, but here comes the new student with no manners. She must be an airhead. "Do you dominate this area?"

"No, but most people like to keep away from my territory. I am an Ootori after all."

"Do you own this school?"

"I do not."

"Then why should I leave?"

Kyouya plopped down right next to her.

"Bastard, get out."

"Such ruthless words should not be spoken by a woman. How about I show you around after school ends?"

"I don't understand how my afterschool activities have anything to do with your concern. You're just determined to get into my pants, aren't you??"

"I'm doing what the chairman asked of me – I follow directions well. I have no interest in your non-existence curves or your grandma wrinkles."

"Leave, now. I'm in no mood to argue."

"We can share then." Kyouya said, taking a seat opposite of Haruhi's before speaking again, "Are you ready for the test tomorrow in Physics? You looked like you were dozing through the entire lesson."

"Shut up."

"The roses look lovely today."

"Are you some kind of pedophile?"

"I don't understand how pedophiles relate to roses. The last time I checked, pedophile is a man who preys on little girls."

"I am younger than you. By two years."

Haruhi growled before grabbing her book and stalking off to the other boundaries of the school. A victorious smile crossed Kyouya's face as he walked Haruhi's disappearing body stalk off in anger. Kyouya Ootori always got what he wanted. No exceptions what so ever, but her last comment made him curious. He was two years older than her?

"Why, why, why mother?" Haruhi muttered under her breath as guys stopped to point at her. Her eyes twitched violently. They were definitely lucky that she wasn't blood thirsty. She was just slightly irritated by a certain man with a last name of Ootori. He dared to go against her, but it finally seems as though she has met her match.

It wasn't her lucky day, but she was feeling calmer than usual, her thirst was temporarily ceased last night when she snacked on a delicious golden haired student. He provided the richest quality of blood which made her mouth water when she thought about it. Of course, the man was still alive – she'll just have to scent him out when her throat begins to corrode again.

Thankfully, lunch period was over and she proceeded to her next class, advanced placement English.

Literature was always a favorite subject of hers. Whether it was a nonfictional biography or a fantasy story, she would always find the most amusement out of reading. The different styles of writing and wording intrigued her. English language was amusing – just 26 letters of the alphabet could create millions of words. The power of vocabulary. One of the first books she ever picked up was Twilight by Stephenie Meyer and it sent her into a fit of giggles about the fantasy ideas of vampires. It amused her till no end as the entire kingdom shook with her laughter. Her interpretation of vampires was too fantasy like. At least she got the speed, their "diet", their immortality and the fact that they do not require sleep correct. Then again, that was just the human interpretation of their own race, but they were much more complex than that. She dieted on mostly animal blood, but the teenaged years are a time period where all young vampires needed blood.

English passed by fairly quickly. She was given Hamlet by Shakespeare which she read nearly a decade ago – the memories of Hamlet appealed back to her as fresh as new. The lecture wasn't all that interesting, she observed her classmates, most who were dozing through the lessons with the exception of onyx eyes and a group of kids wearing this glasses. The teacher was a bubbly young lady who enjoyed standing up there and jabbering about things that appealed to her. It would always go off topic, but the lecture would pick up half-way from her stories.

Under the desk, she was quickly flipping through the book which she spent the past two periods reading. Nostalgia crossed her mind as she finished the last page. She made another mental note to go to the Ouran library and borrow out more texts which she could read. A part of her deeply missed the huge underground library her parents gave her for 2nd birthday. She finished nearly 2/3rds of the library before she had to part ways with it. Time past quicker then she thought, though she was sure onyx eyes was glaring at her for not paying attention.

"That's all for today. Read pages 54 to 108 in your Hamlet book for tomorrow and we will have an interesting discussion where your grade will depend on your participation. Also, analyze a theme with three pieces of contextual evidence and write it in essay form. I expect a stack of twenty six essays on my desk the moment I enter the classroom."

Haruhi quickly shoved her books in her bag and left. Her schedule consisted of one extra period which she didn't have a class, therefore allowing her to make a swift way to the library of Ouran. Her first day was definitely not a pleasant one, but it wasn't all too bad with the exception of a certain man.

Hey everyone!

I apologize for the horrible English — I haven't edited it at all (did a quick spell check, does that count? xD), for this is just a side amusement with an idea that sparked my mind a few hours ago. It's REALLY OOC; I'm not particularly pleased with this writing either, but my friend said I should just post it and see what happens (or it could stay rotting in my word document).

Oh, and I'm going to add lyrics to songs on every one of my chapters now. (: … I put my iTouch on shuffle, find a song, and then add a part of the lyrics to the beginning of the chapter.

Anyways – physics stuff credited to: .com/content/sid/6/page/helmholtz I'm not in physics yet, but yeah. (:

Also, I am SO SORRY to those who were looking forward to me updating Pride and Prejudice or Eternity under the Moonlight. Mom took away my laptop, which contained all my manuscripts. So, I'm currently stuck on this crappy computer typing up another story to seize my boredom. So, this is probably going to be a short story? I haven't decided yet, but it'll vary depending on how long my laptop ban goes. –tears-. BUT, if you don't like... don't read it. =.=. I'm getting sick of people telling me to stop writing stories because they don't like it.

Anyways, REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW — Next chapter in… two weeks (if Haruhi doesn't see reviews; she might suck your blood dry if you don't). Constructive criticism is welcomed, while being a hard-core anti-fan of this story might trigger me to spray paint your face. ;P

See you then. (;

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