Chapter 1: Rewritten Memories

Perched on all fours, Kaname peered down at the sleeping body underneath him. His hands held the sheets tightly as he resisted the urge to roam the curves of the form below him as his eyes did. She was still fast asleep, breathing lightly, unaware that the most powerful being of her world was perched precariously over her, watching her every movement. Kaname's breathing deepened as his eyes aligned with the light pulsation at her neck. A whisper of a thought passed the barriers of his tightly controlled mind. "One lick, one bite." The thought was enough to send him off the bed and with his back to the opposing wall, for fear that he would give in to his desires. He heard a stirring back where the sheets lay crumpled and saw bright blood-red eyes open questioningly. He had woken her up.

"Good morning Yuuki," Kaname said, slightly strained.

She unfolded herself more from the sheets that enveloped her so that she was now sitting up wearing her thin slip of a nightgown. She reached out a hand and whispered, "Kaname. Come."

He went cautiously, stopping a foot away from the bed.

"Closer."

He reluctantly, but also, not so reluctantly, took a step forward so that the edge of the mattress was touching the middle of his thighs. He steeled himself so that he would be in control if his bloodlust got stronger and waited for the sitting form to make her next move.

"Kaname, you don't have to resist anymore. If you're thirsty, let me know," Yuuki again whispered.

He looked at her in slight confusion, looking ready to argue the reason for his reluctance.

"I thought we were past this. We're together now, I'm a vampire, there's no more reason to resist," she reasoned slowly, as if trying to remind him of this fact.

He, again, looked at her in confusion, as if trying to remember something he had forgotten this time. Why did he resist so much again?

As he retreated within his inner thoughts, Yuuki started to crawl towards him. He was caught off guard when she suddenly appeared kneeling in front of him. She was level with him, given the advantage of the bed and grasped the collar of his shirt towards her. She let go of one hand to brush her hair onto the right side of her face so that the left side of her neck was exposed. She looked up at him expectantly.

He looked at her gentle pulsation just as he had before, but with the guards that he put up being lowered. Why did he resist again? He held her hips toward his torso so that her lean frame was against him, her head against his neck and collar. He rubbed his nose along the gentle slope of her neck, taking in her scent as the anticipation welled up inside him. Why did he resist again? Surely, he must be forgetting something, but he had gone too far that he could no longer control himself. He had given in to his blood lust as he kissed her neck, tracing the curve with his tongue. He drew back his lips to reveal the sharp fangs hidden behind and with a groan of contentment he sank his fangs into her pearly white skin.

He awoke to find himself alone in his bed, on top of sweat-soaked sheets. Cursing himself, he threw the nearest object he could find, which was a book, across the room and into the wall. The book crashed through the plaster and left a sizeable hole in the wall. He sat at the edge of the bed, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that left him in this state.

"Damn it. Damn."

He put his face in his hands and tried to get the images of her out. "It's been a year. Fuck. An entire year. Leave me alone." This wasn't the first time that he had awoken in this state. Ever since Yuuki left after the battle with Rido, he was haunted by dreams of her, her body, her face, her blood. Holding on to someone that couldn't be with him was horrible. He tortured himself day and night, but nights were by far the worst. He couldn't stand the thought of going to bed alone and being haunted by her in his dreams, but he had to put up with it almost every night.

Refusing to dwell on the situation, he took a quick shower, and got dressed. Hanabusa appeared at the door of his room noticing at the gaping hole that had appeared this morning without saying a word. He knew that Kaname was always haunted by things that he wouldn't ever reveal.

Kaname led the way out of his room and walked down the corridor of his mansion. He was bothered by the thought of the dream again. How could he let his guard down so easily with Yuuki? He gave in to his bloodlust with a few touches and words. But then again, the dream wasn't real anyway, so should he have given in just in his dream? He should've enjoyed it anyway, right? He shook his head in frustration and Hanabusa flicked his eyes toward the Kuran prince at this movement. Again, remaining silent, he knew that Kaname was deep in thought. "What does it matter anyway. It's best that I never see her again," Kaname thought.

He let out a sigh within himself, imperceivable to even Hanabusa beside him, and was ready to play the Kuran prince that he was.