Disclaimer: VK isn't mine.
A/N: VK has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. It fulfills the silly girl side of me, quickens my heartbeat and everything. I think that's the reason why it was so easy to start writing a fanfic on this one, something which I always find to be quite hard for every series. Anyway, it was quite enjoyable writing this little thing. I really hope I can get back to writing with this. Ugh, damn wb!
Sometimes Yuuki has difficulties telling a dream apart from the reality, the past from the present, the truth and the lies. The border interlaps, blurs, merges, vanishes then reappear. Her new eyes see much clearer, but the world around her looks as if a veil has been draped over it. And yet, what is reality itself? She remembers bits she learnt from Aidou a while back, deep behind the veil of mists, about theories of phenomenalism. It had struck her as odd, how it fits the random pools of thoughts she often sinks in when the sun comes up and it's just too painful, too harrowing to close her eyes. She dives away from ghosts of memories, menacing fingers threatening to rip her heart apart. When she questions reality itself, the clawings and scremings shush to a sigh.
The moonlight fall in streams, coating Zero's hair with a magnificent sheen of silver. It trickles onto Yuuki's skin, pale and cold in the coldness of the night. No, she tells her self. The one in front of her is a stranger in a mask. Her fingers, locked in his velvet-soft hair, twitched. She wishes to remove that dreaded mask, and yet her fingers fail to move. Shadows of that important person tug at her consciousness, a constant presence in the back of her head. Smog of guilt permeates in her chest, threatening to suffocate, to take her breath away.
The masked man's gloved fingers slipped under the black tulle, the fabric rustling softly not unlike a maiden's sigh. As she tried to gaze into those hidden sharp eyes, he lowers his head onto her neck. Her fingers tighten its hold on his silver locks, expecting the dull pain of his fangs. His cold lips brush lightly upon her neck and she shudders.
She couldn't get her eyes off of the tattoo marked upon his neck. Or maybe it was the neck itself that was so captivating, with the stream hidden under the thin layer and the sweet, sweet promise its hisses whispered to her ears? The moon watches on as they lost themselves in each other, silent on the lies of ignorance they whisper to themselves.
"Yuuki", the man whispers with a throaty groan, pushed between his teeth, loud and clear amidst the silent sighs and choked back moans. For a second the cold moonlight glowed warm and golden. The sun must have risen, she thought. But the light was so bright it must have been in the middle of the day, and vanished so quick that it must have been a dream. And yet, what is a dream? Is it the warm blue sky she saw just for a moment, or this perpetually veiled darkness of the night?
When his lips brushed hers, she could taste the sweetness of the sweetest of blood. "Zero", she whispered to the cold air.
In her heart, she could hear the rattling of chains, the chains connecting her to the other side, to a person who was so close and yet now so far away. Traitor, it seems to say. Traitor, traitor, traitor.
As she sank her fangs onto those warm lips, she cried.
A/N: Please do give me a review or two! I haven't been writing for so long, I think I must've forgotten how. Would be great if you can tell me which parts I lack so I can do better next time! Thanks for reading!