Vermillion
By SMYGO4EVA

The students of the Night Class were very beautiful, heaven-sent and almost god-like, but deep inside they were far from being something from Heaven. They were called angels when they were really devils in disguise, a façade most likely to assist them into attain the crimson lifeblood that they so desperately lusted after. They ride upon the darkened nights, sealed away from the humans who had the purest of liquids, a drink that they would love to be intoxicated in, yet they appear human as well, which would be a great sin stained in the lifeblood they seek.

As far as most vampire hunters were concerned, blood-drinkers weren't human at all, no matter how alike they claimed to be in their cruel masquerade.

To Zero Kiryu, they were mad, bloodthirsty creatures inclined to sheer satisfaction in the murders they committed even when the Level E animal hadn't taken over. They were dangerous, cruel, and abominations and had to be destroyed, every last one of them.

To Yuuki Cross, they were very beautiful, god-like in the eyes, and what they had was unattainable, as if it were forbidden to even become one, let alone see them in their much envied loveliness. She was one to be kind, meek, and mild in one look, yet she never knew that the night had placed upon her.

The sight of crimson was almost unbearable in Zero's heliotrope eyes, the very stench of bloodlust making him sick to his stomach. He was disgusted at demons who stole the very essence of innocent people, but he was more disgusted of himself. He was sickened by his own existence, because he was one of them; he was a blood-drinker, a vampire, one that stole the crimson of innocents, and he was one who rode upon the darkened night.

She was a mere mortal, and she was under lock and key to keep her from what was to be realized in the world she was in now. Yuuki saw only blood in her vision, where everything spun and kept spinning out of control, stained in the crimson and the innocence that were never be meld. They were both held in sin, in the most forbidden act that was known to both humans and blood-drinkers. All that was once pure was now dirtied and sullied by what the dream had to offer.

What was once beautiful had been made ugly and unclean from the chains of a black veil being lifted, by the burgundy reality?

Both the hunter and the human would know of what was forbidden and what was to become of their existence, reflecting in equally azure light from Heaven and the crimson rivers of Hell. The heavenly spheres that created the blood-drinker's impossible beauty give new birth, but to redeem these two souls, in which essence would be marked by blood, would be connected to a great sin.

Their eyes would be painted by what was to come.

Their existences would be marked and stained in the vermillion sea that paints their eyes and their very world, the very Earth, and all they see from here on.

(A.N College and life in general have been really hectic lately, with midterms and all, but I still have my muse. I came up with this idea after seeing an operatic production of 'Faust', and through this piece I referenced parts from the songs featured in the opera.)