After the Kuran Rido incident, peace returned to Cross Academy and its occupants, but not for Kiryu Zero. Meanwhile, a beautiful girl from Italy, who claimed herself to be a hunter and was on a quest of revenge, came to Cross Academy in Japan. What would happen when the two, who shared a similar past, meets? This story is set one year after the Kuran Rido incident.
Author's Note: To be honest, I really like Kiryu Zero! When I read VK manga by Hino-sensei, I always think that Zero shouldn't suffer alone without someone to share his pain. Especially after he found out that Yuuki, the only one he loves (maybe because she's the only girl he knew, duh!) is actually a Pureblood and has left with Kaname, leaving him behind. So, Zero, alone. Therefore, I got inspired to write at least a better and happy ending to Zero; he deserves a better girl than Yuuki. My writing may suck but I just wanted to share my ideas and know what the readers' opinions. So, here goes my first fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I do not own VK and all of its characters.
The red-cloaked figure quickened her pace through the towering trees that stood in the midst of the night. Sharp, heavy breaths fumed out from her mouth, searching for air to fill her lungs, which felt like it was going to burst any moment due to lack of oxygen. The figure coughed and then blood spurted from her mouth. The figure then quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. Occasionally, the figure groaned in pain. There was a big gaping wound on her back – a wound caused by vampire claws. Later, the figure dropped down onto her knees as she could not stand the venomous pain anymore. She must rest, she decided. Staggering, the figure walked towards a tree and leaned against it, breathing in and out slowly and steadily.
Slowly, the figure in red cloak raised her gaze to the sky. Tonight was a full moon, like 'that' night, she thought. A wave of nostalgic pain swept in her heart. She winced. She did not want to recall the night that changed her life forever, the night she lost all the things precious to her.
"Damn." She cursed. The wound on her back was slowly healing but the pain was still unbearable. The figure dropped onto her side, trying to get into a more comfortable position that would not kill her back some more – she lay on the dew-wet grass. As the figure inhaled the sweet scent of grassy earth, closing her eyes, she recalled what she encountered just a moment ago. The encounter that earned her the injury on her back.
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The vampire pounced onto the silver-haired hunter who was lying on the earth viciously, in a way similar to a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey in front of its eyes. The hunter, however, managed to roll aside just in time before the clawed hands of the blood thirsty vampire dug onto the earth where he had been. The hunter muttered a string of profanities under his breath and aimed his silver gun towards the vampire. Just about he was focusing the aim, blood trickled from his forehead to his eyes, blurring his vision. The hunter was distracted for half a second.
This was the time where the vampire took his opportunity. Generating a ball of black energy in his palms, the vampire threw it towards the vampire hunter.
The injured vampire hunter struggled to get up and dodge but his feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. He was somehow mentally disturbed that night and could not really act fast enough. He cursed once again and tried to use his last weapon – his trump card - when suddenly the vampire yelped in pain, resulting in his missile not connecting to his enemy. Instead, the ball of energy flew and hit a tree beside the hunter, making the tree burst into black flame in no time. The vampire was becoming even more enraged than before and turned around to see who exactly had interrupted his fight.
The vampire saw a figure in red cloak, face hidden, holding a few silver daggers in its hands. By the size and scent of it, the vampire could make out the figure was a girl. A human girl. The vampire sniggered. A meal came just in time as he needed it. The snigger had turned into a sickening laugh and the vampire, ignoring his enemy, charged towards the red-cloaked figure instead.
"No!" The silver haired vampire hunter shouted, clasping the wound on his head and tried to stand. Tried to protect the mysterious girl as well. The girl would die, he thought. This vampire is exceptionally strong.
But the opposite to what he thought happened. With stunning speed the cloaked figure evaded the vampire's careless lunge and threw the daggers she had been holding with perfect accuracy. Her daggers stabbed the vampire on the chest and it howled in agony. However, that was not all. The girl had not enough. She unsheathed her sword strapped at her waist in one fluid movement and charged towards the reeling vampire. She was about to stab the vampire right at the heart when the vampire's eyes bulged – as if something had charged him up – and he jumped past the girl with the speed of lightning and clawed the girl's back with his talons, tearing her cloak and flesh along. A cry of shock and pain came out from the girl's mouth before she fell onto the ground.
This was the perfect time for the one watching the whole drama to act. The silver haired vampire hunter wasted no time to grab this opportunity to kill the creature he hated the most in his whole life. He lifted his gun again, this time with the perfect aim, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The vampire roared in agony before he fell onto the ground just beside the motionless girl. He disintegrated slowly, his skin fell off his bones, skull cracked open and lastly all of his bones turned to dust, leaving only a crumpled set of clothes on the wet earth. The hunter finally had the time in the world to get back onto his feet again. Sighing, he stood up and walked calmly and nonchalantly towards the mysterious cloaked figure who appeared out of nowhere and had helped him quite indirectly. He only approached the figure a few steps when suddenly the figure scrambled to her feet – and ran away, leaving the silver haired hunter dumbfounded. Nevertheless, the hunter made no attempt to call out or chase after the figure. He only watched the figure dissolved into the darkness of night among the trees.
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The red-cloaked girl's eyes flickered open opened and then opened wide in shock. Had she fallen asleep? How long had she slept? The girl raised her head and looked around, nothing had changed. The sky was still dark as it was nighttime. The girl breathed a sigh of relief but what she saw almost made her gasp loudly. The moon, was no longer a full moon. A few days must have passed while she was asleep. Quickly the girl got up from her lying position with her hands as support. She groaned as she felt spasms of pain reverberated throughout her body. It was then she realized that the wound on her back – the claw wound - has healed completely. The girl smiled a little and resumed her journey through the woods, staggering.
The girl did not know how long had she walked with the help of a crumpled map in her right hand and a compass in another. Finally, after hours that she personally felt like an eternity, she saw the majestic building she had longed to see. The reason why she left her home country.
"Cross Academy." The girl whispered.
Well, I guess that's the end of the prologue. I'm sorry if I made grammar or spelling mistakes, I am after all just an amateur writer. In fact, this is my first time publishing a story on the Internet; it made me nervous! Anyways, I hope readers will read and review this story. And I most welcome constructive critics. Thanks.