To tell the truth, Yuki was surprised to find out as a vampire, she still dreamt. The same dream she had since she could remember, where she woke up on stuffy summer nights with her shirt plastered to her back and her face wet. It had a few variations depending on her situation, but it was always, essentially the same.

There was something moving within her oh god someone please make it stop it prodded places reaching for something. She was always surrounded in darkness then and her arms were too weak to find something to hold on to. It hurt, it hurt so much whatever it was trying to burst free- no wait it wasn't bursting free it was searching searching for what please stop someone save me help and there was a flexing sensation oh god it was a hand it was a hand inside her she had to scream-

"Yuki." A hand that seemed so gentle on her cheek pulled her forcefully back to reality. Her own grabbed it instinctively, digging her nails in. A pair of matching red orbs locked with hers. "You were having a nightmare." Remembering herself, she pulled back her hands in a fluster.

"I'm sorry Kaname." He watched her blush and turn away, pulling the blankets up around herself. She became incredibly aware of the weight of his gaze on her, as though he was waiting for her to speak. The familiar thirst itched inside her awakened by his very presence. Kaname. She wanted to touch him and yet she was almost afraid to. This man who had played so much roles to her: savior guide prince charming brother lov-

His fingers rested on her arm and the itch turned into a throbbing pain. Almost sharp in her desire for him. She could see the pale column of his neck glowing in the moonlight (old habits were hard to kick she still preferred sleeping at night), the tendons standing in relief and oh god how she wanted it, how she wanted him. He was so beautiful. And he was hers. She couldn't wrap her mind around that fact, didn't dare believe it. It hurt to look at him.

She doesn't want it she needs it she wants to be one with him she wants to drink until she's satisfied until his hands spasmed on her back holding her so close that she can feel his heartbeat thudding against her chest like a trapped bird she's not herself she loves him she doesn't want to hurt him it would satisfy him and her-

His other hand teases the edge of his collar easing it aside to reveal the vulnerable vein pulsing a faint blue black beneath his skin. Her body quivers and she leans forward in yearning, a fire in her body. She recalled the ecstasy of fulfilling that hunger. The sweet metallic taste of his blood. Hidden away in the darkness was a slight curve to his lips as though he was privy to a secret she wasn't supposed to know.

The fingers on her arm travelled until they were stripping the blankets away from her and the arm was encircling her waist, pulling her closer. Kaname never spoke. His breath was hot, stirring the hair next to her ear, a silent encouragement. Were those his lips that brushed the shell of it- oh there was a slight nip and it sent a jolt of awareness through her. Slowly, her hands rested against his chest, her body leaning against his. Stop stop such shamless hunger she was so shameless for needing it so badly.

This was not her.

Her fangs broke skin and he sighed.