Hey, one day I thought of how Maria said that she wanted to see Ichiru and then the thoughts just kept going on from there. I don't own Vampire Knight, damn it!

This was re-edited on October 2, 2009 at ten zero seven PM.


Ichiru.

That name was the most sacred name in my vocabulary.

He was beautiful. His eyes were a rich violet, and his hair was a wispy silver color that looked as though he was a mysterious and mystical creature from the heavens. He had a wonderful personality that made me absolutely adore him.

I sighed. He loved Shizuka. He had no reason to see me now that Shizuka was dead. In fact, he had avoided me with great care. He was especially careful about meeting me accidentally. It was very obvious that he didn't want to be reminded of the very painful and pitiful past experiences of when I shared this body.

I had all the reason to give him every piece of me. The only problem was that he never noticed. He either was constantly overlooking the fact that I was madly in love with him, or he was too stupid to realize something so blatantly obvious.

The only person he thought of was long dead. She would never come back. I wouldn't let her.

The way that he spoke to Shizuka was nearly frightening. He had a deeply buried passion that she very well knew was lying beneath the shadows of his brain. Shizuka did not acknowledge his feelings for her. She would flirt for the sport of it, and would enjoy seeing his hopeful expressions fall miserably to the ground.

I did not.

Shizuka did love him of course, in many ways. When she had urges to tell him that, I suppressed her. She thanked me for this of course. She would never allow anyone to take her emotions like that. And I got something out of it too. I got to keep Ichiru.

When Ichiru looked at 'me' he saw his master, my master. Shizuka was who he saw when he looked into my eyes. He did not know me at all. I had regained control of my body at times, and had lead him on, only to be fought away by Shizuka, which only further lead to his love of her and not me.

Each and every time we parted a slice of my heart would melt. At these times, Shizuka would taunt me, calling me weak to love.

Now that my body was my own, I had control again. There was no Shizuka, No Rido, no meddling purebloods to destroy our blooming romance. I wanted him in every way. Nothing would stand in my way. I had a chance, and I would take it. I would use this to my every advantage.

This leads me here, our lips parted. My skin was on fire, heat releasing from every pore in my body. My soul was filled with his being, only him. The warmth was steady, and ever so gentle, with an unexplainable passion that was growing to me more than I could handle. Our love grew second after second. The darkness was in our surroundings, only showing us each other.

I understood that he didn't love me. I understood that he still only thought of his pureblood mistress. I understood he was using me. It didn't matter. I would make him mine; he would flutter to me, begging to be mine. He would bow before me, and I would play with him in sweet love.

His heart would be on fire each and every time that he laid his violet eyes on me, I would make sure of that. I would seduce him into loving me. I Maria Kuranai would make Ichiru Kiryuu bend to my every whim.

"Maria…. Maria… MARIA!" a hand shook me awake, and I opened my eyes. My father stood in front of me. "You are finally awake." he walked out and I feel back to the covers. I wished I could go back to the world of dreams where I would forever be with Ichiru. I knew how would achieve this, and I smirked wickedly.

He was mine.

Sighh… I edited this one right after Never trust your heart… I'm so tired now. Please review this newer version...