A/N: Zero might be OOC and I apologise. Violence. Cursing. ZeroxOCxOC. I hope this satisfies! Don't be scared to review or citicise! I'll make a lot of mistakes and everything might be low quality. I'll try to edit as I find places lacking in...well anything. Please be patient with me and my stupidity...like how I didn't even know Vampire Knight was still on-going. This picks up from where the Anime ended. Zero has told Yuuki he's going to come back for her, to essentially kill her. So proceed! and PLEASE say something about it.

Re-edited 8/23/11: I got bored and looked over it and found TONS of mistakes...i guess i'll have to go over everything.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Vampire Knight. That belongs to Matsuri Hino; the genius.

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POV: Tsubasa

Kill, run, or be killed.

Those were the only words that rang through my pounding head as I simultaneously ran and reached for my weapon of choice. My instincts cried out 'gun' as my finger went to the leather strap around my right thigh. I turned my body around to face the evil that was, now, chasing me, while pulling out my Risen Malice to shoot at where its beating heart should have be. It used to be the other way around. I was chasing it until it disappeared to right behind where I stood. I had no choice but to run until I had put some space between us. Shots rang out into the night sky and the birds in the trees nearby shot up to the skies. They cawed in protest and then I knew; they were crows.

Shit, crows never lead to anything good. Crows are a sign of death. I was tempted to give in to superstition and shoot at them as well, but I knew my head had to be focused at the abomination more important in front of me. Red eyes stared sadistically into mine and its blood fell out of the wound I had inflicted previously. The male's sandy brown hair was disheveled and crusted in blood and mud. Bang! I shot my Risen Malice at the swaying body. I scowled as he disappeared before the bullet to pierce "his" damned chest. But I couldn't dwell too much on it, or I'd be the one dead.

My senses were on overdrive, and I could feel everything from the male's breath to the rodents in the undergrowth that grew next to the stone road. I cursed when I felt "he" was trying to kill me from behind. I skidded to a halt and pivoted around with the same foot, keeping my gun up ready to fire. "He" was there; less than a yard away from where I stood. Fuck, too close again! I jumped back and shot at "him" multiple times striving to make at least one damn bullet hit "him" in a vital organ, anger bubbling inside. But they exploded as soon as it left the barrel; no doubt his doing.

Shit! I reached to reload my gun when "he" disappeared.

Mother Fucker! I dropped Risen Malice into its pouch and reached to my hip for Bloody Passion, a blade that can be either lengthened or shortened, with my right hand. As I was drawing it, I could feel a hand wrap its cold fingers around my throat. "He" pushed me back until I hit a tree, which knocked the breath out of me.

Tch. Damn it! I could feel "his" other hand restrain my right one against the tree's trunk to keep the blade away. I struggled to push it off but to avail. Its grip was so tight on me; its fingernails drew blood from my neck and broke my right arm, right above the wrist. I winced in pain, before I suppressed it to the best of my abilities, and realized that it was staring lustfully at my neck wound.

Oh damn. I braced myself for what was coming.

"He" ripped my collar and bit down on the right side of my bared neck and pain shot through my whole body. I wanted to scream. I could feel it building inside, threatening to free itself. I bit my lip hard enough to taste the blood from the self-inflicted wound. It was too busy to even notice the new wound on my bottom lip. Taking advantage of its moment of weakness, I reached for the hidden kunai in my sleeves. When my fingers touched the cold metal, I swiftly pulled it out, before my mind could get any cloudier from the blood loss and pain. I pierced its side and "he" roared in surprise and pain jumping away.

"He" licked the blood off of "his" lips while I put my hand on my neck to help stop it from profusely bleeding. My kunai was still stuck in "his" side, and "he" made no move to remove it. "He" was either unaffected, which was unlikely, or "he" was too mental to even give a damn. I shifted my Bloody Passion to my right hand. My broken arm had not caused me to drop my precious weapon, thank whatever divine power was making sure I lived.

"Delicious blood. Fresh delicious blood." The vampire giggled to himself, sending chills trickling down my spine. "My blood." But before "he" could unnerve me anymore, I took "him" out.

One powerful swing, with both my arms, was all it took to decapitate its head. As its body fell to the ground and its head rolled towards my feet, I thought, "My" blood indeed. Stupid vampires are all the same. Blood is all that is really important. They'll go crazy for it, sometimes even literally.

I looked at the dead Level E vampire at my feet before I implanted my Bloody Passion in its "heart". Soon it exploded into nothing but dust and my kunai, which was embedded in its side, clattered to the stone street. I took a look around me for the first time after we…I had spotted it.

We had been patrolling when I had seen a pair of hungry, malicious, red eyes darting down a stone road through the forest. Scared I might lose sight of it, I dashed off without another word, hoping my partner would be able to keep up and watch my back.

I went back to the tree where I had been pinned and sank underneath it. I leaned back and put my right knee up to support my right arm. My left hand kept pressure on my neck wound which had mostly stopped. When my blood clotted, I started to reload my gun. It only took moments, and afterwards, I put it back in its place. My vision faded, but it came back when I blinked. Then I felt it. Another one was coming my way. It had, no doubt, smelt my blood. I pushed myself back up, using the tree as support.

Shit, where is the fucking bastard. My uninjuried hand reached across my body for the gun attached to my right thigh. My finger was on the trigger ready to shoot when I saw him; a tall boy who looked no older than 18 with silver hair which was tinted a light blue. It reached down to the end of his chin while his bangs covered his forehead, going down half his face. He had wide eyes that were a gray-ish purple. His right ear was peirced twice while his left ear adourned a cartilage. On the left side of his neck was a tatoo. Something that looked vaguely familiar. My vision blurred once more, so I couldn't get a good look at the intricate pattern.

So it's not a Level E. I deduced, seeing it still had its sanity. Hopefully it's not a fucking noble or it'll be troublesome when he dies. When he turned to where I struggled to stand, shock registered on his face. Not wasting another second I pulled the trigger—or I would have if my vision hadn't disappeared. Fuck my life. It'll be a miracle to get out of this mess. What hole did you dig yourself into, Tsubasa? Then I collapsed into foreign arms.

POV: Hiro

I couldn't help but be nervous. It had been three days since he had been bitten. Not lethally, but it was still a bite nevertheless. I stopped pacing by the bed where Tsubasa was recovering. I could barely see the bandages around his neck past his mahogany brown hair that normally would be tightly tied back. Now I could see how long it had grown; it barely passed his collar bone. He also had a scabbed lip. Not to mention the white cast around his right arm. Shit. He really got it bad this time around. He won't like this fucked up situation when he wakes up. Definetly not.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a can of beer. I downed it and slammed it to the counter, crushing the aluminum in the process. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Those were the only words that rang in my mind. He's definitely fucking with me. He can't be one of us. Fucking bastard. It had been three days since meeting him; the silver haired boy who was barely taller than me, with light gray eyes colder than ice.

~(Flashback Starts)~

When I had caught up, I had seen the teenager boy with an injured Tsubasa. Assuming the worst, I attacked remembering one of the many rules drilled into me: attack and subdue. If not possible, then go for the kill. Boy, was it a good fight. Neither one of us caved in until he turned to aim his gun at Tsubasa. That fucking bastard. I used that moment to get in close contact with the boy. But that was the trap, not Tsubasa. He wanted me close so he could pin me down. Truth be told, I was surprised. I shouldn't have been. Tsubasa wouldn't have been tricked. The silver-haired boy had kept his gun at my heart and glared into my eyes.

"We wasted time because of you." He growled infuriated, fangs glistening.

"What time wasted?" I scoffed. "Time was well spent keeping leeches like you off of humans." My words were laced with acid, and he winced in turn.

"Like I would actually want him." He rolled his eyes and some of my dignity whitered. "No, I meant time wasted in giving him medical attention." Hell has frozen over twice, hasn't it? The boy released me, and I eyed him warily. He did not look at me and walked to the fringes of the forest, a couple yards away from the tree Tsubasa laid against in pain. I still had my weapon, Apollo, with me. It was a retractable metal baton. I heard that it had a twin somewhere, but that wasn't on my mind at the time. All I thought about was my reckless, injured partner who laid there with a growing fever. As I was trying to, and failing to, tend to Tsubasa's wounds, the mysterious boy finally approached.

"He won't make it if he doesn't get treament right away. I'll have someone come by my apartment to tend to him. It's either you take him or I will." He had told me with such seriousness I almost trusted him.Almost. But after taking a look at Tsubasa and the fever that was building, I complied.

"Two things; I'm going to need something as a leverage to guarantee our safety." I couldn't trust him. Vampire were not made to be trusted, ever. He blankly stared at me for a moment, and I thought he wouldn't agree but he did. He reached into his pocket, which made me tense, and pulled out a small black box with a red rose designed onto it. He dropped it into my hand and waited for my next request, evidently. I looked at it curiously but decided to look at it more closely on a later date. I would find out that they were blood tablets. "And I'm going to need the name of the pers-vampire who is actually willing to help us." I had picked up Tsubasa in my arms and faced him dead on. Mimicking me, he had turned his whole body to face mine.

"My name is Kiryuu Zero." A Kiryuu? My face dropped and his rose is amusement. The only Kiryuu I knew were a prestigious vampire hunting family. Then what in hell is going on? Damn, fuck my life.

~(Flashback Ends)~

POV: Zero

Damn vampires. I couldn't help but release my anger and hatred as I took a shot at the Level E, who was hungrily devouring a female, with Bloody Rose. The vampire combusted into small flames, and soon it was just me and the woman. The young lady was up against the brick corner in the darkening alleyway. Her dusty black hair covered most of her wounds and her pale face, but the blood was falling mercilessly onto the dirt. Suddenly I became aware of the smell. I cursed and closed my eyes to help me block out the smell, but I smelt it all the stronger. The smell of blood intoxicated me and I could feel my throat burning with thirst. My incisors lengthened and I ran my tongue against the aching fang.

Damn hunter. I shot out of my moment of weakness and remembered my blood tablets were with that bastard. Shit, shit, shit! I wanted to end myself right now; to finish my lust for something unnatural to the humans. I turned my head away to take in some fresh air and before holding it in. I approached the blood covered woman and wrapped her wounds up. She wasn't going to make it, that much was obvious, but I couldn't let her be another Jane Doe. I wrapped her body with a dirty blanket nearby and picked her up with it. I wasn't going to leave my fingerprints on her, just in case they came looking for her murderer. I gently set her down on the doorstep of the store nearby, I didn't know what it was, and rang the bell before leaving. I didn't stay to see her taken to safety. She was in Fate's hands now, not mine.

On the way back to my apartment I passed by a darkened window and saw my reflection for the first time since this morning. My silver hair was barely tosseled and my face was minorly cut. I scowled remembering what I did for that lady. Tch, when did I get so soft? I was tempted to shatter that glass window so I wouldn't have to see myself but that would arouse attention. Only a few brave people dared to venture out into a night like this but still, a commotion would be inevitable.

There was no moon in the sky, casting everything in an eerie shadow. My face even looked more unnatural. Then again I was a despicable creature of the night. I touched my gun hidden within my open coat and let out a heavy sigh. She would have been the one to comfort me now. She would have been the one standing next to me executing these orders. Then executing me when it became my time, but he ruined everything with his selfish plans. Damn Kuran. You will die by my hands. I thought as I stalked off into the night.

~(Apartment)~

Now I have to deal with them. I closed my eyes to help suppress the annoyance and unlocked my apartment door. I pushed it open and turned to lock it once more. I started to walk towards the kitchen when I felt eyes boring into the back of my head. I spun around, pulling out my gun, just in case, and looked around. My eyes became accustomed to the lightless apartment and I seeked for a face. Not finding one, I slowly turned around wary. Then I felt it. A gun was jabbing into my back, alined perfectly with my twisted heart. I froze, and I knew who it was before he spoke.

"Vampires should just die." A menacing voice growled from behind. It was that damn hunter, awake and bent on killing. Fuck my life.

A/N: Thank you for making it this far! I'm going to decide whether to continue or not by the number of reviews. As long as there is at least one person who wants me to continue, I will. Please tell what I'm doing wrong or doing well.