AN: Hullo everyone! This is actually going to be my first Vampire Knight fanfiction, and it might be hard for me considering I'm better at writing in a style similar to Project K and various other types. BUT! I will try as much as possible so do not worry. :)

Update(s): RSF will be updated by Friday this week as will this story. Thank you for your patience.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vampire Knight Characters, I only own Honako and any other OCs that may pop up as well as the Plot that my OC follows. Please no flagging unless you have a legitimate reason, thank you.

!WARNINGS!

Rated M for: Violence, future sex, blood (Obviously -.-), bondage, death, and OOC cussing in some situations.

Please be aware I do not update extremely fast, so do not fret if you possibly get attached to this story and do not see a chapter every other day.

Creepy: Yuki, darling?~ Would you like to do the honors?

Yuki: Of course, Creepy-sempai! Please enjoy the story everyone who bothers to read it!

Creepy: *pouts* aww~ Yuki-chwan! Why'd you put it like that?!

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'I wonder... what would my life be like? If I hadn't met this man... if he hadn't craved my blood?'

"Now what on earth could that expression possibly be on your lovely face, my darling beautiful doll? You know someone as perfect as you... shouldn't wear such a disgusting frown." the words purred into her ear from the soft lips that had previously been kissing her neck and the voice made her body willingly lean into the strong arms of the man behind her; shuddering.

The man hummed softly and licked the shell of her ear, making her gasp, her face a bright red color and her body trembled, reacting to his touch. It only served to make her frown conform to a deep scowl and her eyes heat up with a mixture of blood lust and anger. He seemed to sense her negativity and lifted one of the arms that had been wrapped around her waist up to clasp her chin between his finger and thumb. He turned her head to look into his eyes as he too, frowned, "Be happy you are mine, my pretty doll."

Physically, she did as told, her full lips resisting for a second before finally curving into a soft smile that seemed to dazzle her captor when he looked at it. Mentally though, she refused to do anything he told her too, absolutely despising him. He smiled back, a leering and arrogant smile, "Now say it. Tell me your thoughts." he ordered smugly.

"You know, Akinori-sama... someone as revolting as you, shouldn't wear such a disgusting smile. Oh wait, never mind, it fits you just right." she was so happy right now that he had given her body that specific order! Now if only he'd tell her to do that every time she had a come back to insult him with.

Akinori-sama growled and pushed her away from him, throwing her across the room and directly into the brick wall standing there. She would have screamed in agony as her back created large cracks in the solid mass built by man, if it weren't for this man's blood coursing through her. A hand wrapped around her thin neck, slamming her farther into the wall, more cracks appearing, in order to keep her pinned there. Her captor dug his nails in, quickly drawing blood, that did cause her pain, and a loud whimper escaped her throat as his nails dug deeper and deeper, his eyes glowing bright red.

But then they widened at the sound she had meekly made and he quickly let go, catching her before she could hit the ground, cradling her always limp body like a toy that could easily be broken, and cooing words of comfort into her ear. Akinori-sama set to work gently licking the wounds he had caused on his favorite creation and she sighed in relief as they slowly regenerated so that they were no more, "I am so sorry, my darling doll... why must you force my hand like that? It would be so much easier if you just gave in, like the rest of your sisters, and became mine completely~" he murmured against her lips, traces of her blood smeared across that area of his face.

'They aren't even my real sisters you disgusting perv...' she thought to herself, wishing she could shout it to his face. She wasn't afraid of this man... mentally. She inwardly groaned in frustration as physically she whimpered again, and the man took that as a plea for forgiveness, "Of course I'll forgive you, my pretty doll~ Now, let's get you into a new dress... you're old one was unfortunately ruined by your delectable blood." he laughed and stood, carrying her with him as if she truly was just the weightless, lifeless porcelain figurine he had changed her into.

As he walked across the room he had thrown her in, humming to himself, she managed to get a glimpse of all the other girls sitting limply in fixed positions around the room, and all dressed in Lolita-like outfits. These were her 'sisters' that had been mentioned earlier. All the girls in this room were bitten by Akinori-sama and dressed up to be his toys, her most of all, and it gave her very bad emotions. She always felt angry, disgusted, and helpless around this man.

If she ever had a chance to kill him, she would without a single twitch of hesitation.

And yet, she had only been living in this hell for a little over three days. Funny how time seems to move so slow and torturously when you're being used as a puppet. Only just four days starting now, and she was beginning to think she would never get out of the grip this man had on her; always pulling her strings.

He took her into another room, still humming that same tune over and over, the tune that sounded a lot like that lullaby Ba Ba Black Sheep and set her on the tiny bed pushed against the corner of his hideout. He grinned perversely, reaching for the first button to her dress before he seemed to have an epiphany and instead went to grab a chair, pulling it up right in front of the bed where she lay. Taking a seat, he rested his chin on a hand and quickly ordered, "Take of your clothes for me, nice and slow~"

'What?! No!' but her body was already moving, sitting up on the large bed, and she slowly lifted an arm to the button he had been reaching for before hand. She supposed she should've considered herself lucky before this moment. Akinori-sama had been using a great deal of control to not force her to have sex with him for the four days that he's known her. She's a virgin... currently, but she had a sickening feeling that she wouldn't be after her creator got done playing with her today.

And even if she was just a doll to him, the single tear that streamed down her cheek was from a real person... vampire or not, and all he did was laugh and hum to himself, lewdly watching as she finally undid that last button of the twelve button dress.

She was half way through taking her dress completely off when a loud, and destructive crash was heard upstairs in the gross abandoned house all of Akinori-sama's men stood guard in and lived in. He didn't treat the men the same as the women, they were just pawns, tools for his disposal. Girls were his play things, to keep and cherish as long as he wished too.

It made her sick.

Akinori-sama looked to the ceiling and his eyes grew large in fear, the smell of humans soon started making its way to the basement where they currently were and he stood quickly. He scooped his favorite doll up in his arms, not carrying how dressed or un-dressed she was, rushed to the doorway they had just come from not to long ago, and shouted at the forty or so girls left in that room, "Stay here and fight, I don't care what you do, but keep those hunters from passing this door!"

'He's giving them all a death sentence!' it was unfair... how someone like him could so easily create a thing for his own amusement and then simply throw it's life, it's usefulness, away whenever he pleased. As he turned away from the door, she found herself catching the dramatic, horrific scene of the hunters, guns a blazing, jumping into the mass of now moving and hissing 'dolls', shooting and killing everything with trigger happy fingers.

At least she had made it out. Bad news was, she was probably going to forever be with her sadistic Akinori-sama, because it had either been: Escape from the hunters with the foul wretched man, or find a way to stay and she would've been killed instantly by the very same hunters that obviously weren't in the mood to discuss weather a vampire like her should live or not.

Akinori-sama thought they had been safe, just getting out of the basement would be enough to get away from the hunters, but he quickly found that had been a trap. As soon as he had stepped of the steps leading down to the cellar from the top of the earth, he was shot, five times in his body by guns in the trees that were rigged to fire when something stepped on the near invisible trip wire at the foot of the stairs.

Now, it could just be her imagination, but maybe the smile that had widened her lips when she saw that was a bit over kill?

To her creator's credit, he did manage to continue on running until he made it to a deeper part of the big forest his hideout had been in before collapsing in the dirt and dropping her not far from him. He could hear the hunters hot on the trail as they followed his blood and it made him curse raggedly under his breath.

Akinori-sama quickly regained his composure though and reached the 'doll' he had dropped earlier before lifting her up and biting into her neck. He took just enough to seal up the wounds and then he picked her up, rushing to the nearest town. She couldn't believe this, was he still trying to escape? Oh well, suppose anyone in their right mind wouldn't want to die, but after the short time of being with this horrible man, she's come to appreciate the wishes of death.

They made it to a sleepy, small town in the middle of no where and he set her behind a large dumpster. Immediately she was sickened by the stench of rotting food, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it, at least it wasn't touching her hair.

To her astonishment, Akinori-sama leaned in close to her, righted her dress once more, and covered a hand over her eyes, "Will have no memories of anything that has happened in the last four days, other than being bitten by a pure blood vampire." he whispered and that was all it took for her eyes to close, and her to fall into a deep darkness that was possibly the closet thing she had gotten to sleep since she had met that man.

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Creepy: Well, that could've gone better honestly... *sighs*

Yuki: I think it went just fine! I'm sure at least some one out there will like it, don't you worry Creepy-sempai! *says the always cheerful girl with a Complex worse than Bella's*

Creepy: I highly doubt it but what eves, Leave a review please if you liked it!

Zero: You might have a point, it is really short, are you sure anybody's gonna like this crap? *Points to the shitty story*

Creepy: *Shrugs* I honestly wish it could be longer, but I washed my truck by hand today, and my arms are like noodles right now, hehe... *sweat drops, waving her noodle arms around*

Yuki: Zero! Quit being so mean! *punches him*

Zero: D'OW! Yuki!

Creepy: *Watches the fight and waves dejectedly over her shoulder at the non-existent fans* See you guys next time... she said hopefully.