So, for a long time I've actually wanted to write a Ouran fanfic

So, for a long time I've actually wanted to write a Ouran fanfic. I couldn't find any inspiration until one day, I was writing a chapter for my other story Blood of the Innocent, when it came to me.

Vampires plus Host club equals Awesome!

So, I bring to you a new story. Wa La!

Disclaimer: I do not own Host Club. I own Host club doujin, merchandise, an art book, and I draw host club fanart (Deviant art Tsukiko-Usagi) but I do not own Host Club.

This is why I cry myself to sleep every night. (jk!)

I.

An Ending

There were many things Haruhi never expected. One had been the death of her mother when she was only six years old, and the death of her father at seventeen when a drunk driver slammed into his car one stormy night. The other was her acceptance into a premier college on an achedemic scholarship shortly after her father's death. Coupled with that the fact she graduated early from high school and set off for college the second the ink dried on her diploma, there were many things Haruhi had never excepted.

At the top of that list, however, was her own untimely death only two weeks after arriving in the city her college was located.

School was set to begin in another three weeks the night Haruhi had gone out to go shopping. Living on her own meant that she needed to buy her own food if she wanted to eat anything. She always went shopping at night, nothing out in the darkness ever frightened her. Ever since she had to cut her hair when one of her younger neighbors had put his gum in it, Haruhi had worn her hair short. These days, without much money to spend on clothes, Haruhi wore her father's old clothes. Along with her glasses, Haruhi looked like a geeky, ruffled boy and she preferred it that way. For some reason, she found looking like a geeky ruffled, poor young man carried less trouble then looking like a young lady. This way, she figured, no one would ever mean to give her any trouble day or night.

Maybe that was why, that night, with the aura of familiarity worn from many trips to and from the Mini-Mart, Haruhi was unable to suspect what would happen. She walked in, bought what she needed, and walked out as was her routine. It was about ten, Haruhi had checked her watch after leaving the Mini-Mart, when she passed the club "Bathory's Dungeon."

It was a club she passed every day, one of the few clubs between her home and the Mart. Often she had wondered what it would be like to go into the club, but she didn't have that much money and school took precedence over all else. So, this night when she paused for the second or two she usually did when she was going home, she doubted that anything out of the ordinary might happen.

Just as she was passing the club, one of the cans she had in her bags fell out and rolled down an alley behind the club. Haruhi sighed and walked after the can. The small metal can rolled, hitting some of the stones and turning this way and that, before plopping down near a dumpster. Haruhi brushed the hair from her face and sighed as she knelt down to pick up the small can.

A growling sound alerted her that there was something else in the alley. She looked up, scanning the area to see if there was any kind of creature lurking nearby. Nothing moved in the alley, and once again Haruhi turned her attention back to the can. She picked up and put it back in the bag when the growling noise started again. "I really have to get out of here," she thought as she began to leave the alley.

She was heading out, nearing the street again, when something impacted her back and caused her to fall the to ground. Her glasses skidded across the pavement and Haruhi screamed and tried to fight off whatever was on top of her. Part of her shirt was ripped open as the beast on top of her growled and snarled. Haruhi hit the creature in face but that didn't even faze it as rolled her onto her back and growled. She couldn't see its face in the dark, only two red eyes that glowed in the dark alley, and dark hair that fell around the shadowed face.

Dark red hair framed a pale, thin face that now hovered above hers. Haruhi's eyes looked at the high cheek bones, traveled up the long, pointed nose, to rest on a pair of eyes that were currently burning with a bright, red glare. As soon as her eyes met his, Haruhi felt her body become paralyzed.

"Pathetic," a nasaly, shrill voice sneered, and Haruhi felt her head jerked in such a way that she was forced to expose her neck. She felt a long, slimy tongue lap the side of her neck and a loud chuckling noise caused the chest of the creature on top of her to rumble and shake. One of his hands drifted down her top, groping one of her breasts before moving his hand down and pulling on the waist band for her pants. Able to break out of the hypnotic state she'd been forced into, Haruhi screamed, yelling anything she thought might attract attention to the situation. The hand jerked away from her waist band to try and cover her mouth but Haruhi moved her head, screaming the entire time. Growling, the creature punched her in the gut and forced the breath from her lungs. Taking advantage of her as she lay gasping, the creature took her chin and forced her to expose her throat. Then, he sank a pair of fangs deep into her throat.

Haruhi froze before letting out a gurgled yell. Blood flowed down her neck and the creature greedily lapped it up before sucking at her neck. She tasted blood and felt the liquid rising in the back of her throat. Struggling, Haruhi freed a hand and smacked the creature in the shoulder. This jolted him and she heard something rip. Warm blood flowed down her neck and soaked into her shoulder. She tried to yell again but only made a sickening gurgling noise as the blood continued to flood her mouth and nasal passages. Her eyesight began to fade, going dark as the creature lapped her blood from the wound it had created. Haruhi closed her eyes and prayed she might lose consciousness soon.

"Hold it!"

A loud explosion went off and creature on top of her roared. Haruhi slowly opened her eyes and watched the creature, covered in red, get off of her and slump to the side, before it ran off. Its footsteps sounded far off as Haruhi looked around the alley and saw nothing but the color red. Red covered the scene, plastering the walls of the alley. Haruhi felt faint, wondering if all the blood there was hers. Something ran to her through the red, a tall blonde man dressed in blue. With her glasses gone, Haruhi could not make out the details of his appearance. He gingerly picked her up and held her. She felt cold dripping into her body and the man began talking to another person.

"Is he alright?"

"No, a lot of blood's been drained. He probably doesn't have more then a few moments."

"Shit, this is the last thing we needed to worry about. I'll have to have someone call the cleaners so we avoid unesscessary attention."

"Is someone tailing the vamp that attacked him?"

Around this time the cold feeling that had been seeping into her body felt like she was being put in a freezer. She began shivering and shaking, the taste of blood taking over her taste buds as the liquid coated her tongue and mouth. The cold feeling continued, resembling now being thrown in an ice cold lake. She gasped and tried to breathe but the cold stopped her, stilling her attempts and freezing her lungs. Her eyes turned to the man who held her. Even with her glasses off, Haruhi could tell he was attracted. His lips were moving but her ears could not hear anything he might be saying. She watched his lips with fasination, her gurgled coughing stilling in the calm he created.

Suddenly her body seized up and contorted. The man holding her was surprised and nearly dropped her as she began to convulse and twitch. She felt something metallic into her mouth and hold her tongue down as the seizure went on. Then, shortly after it began, the seizure stopped. As she lied there in his arms, Haruhi felt the man take the metallic item from her mouth before brushing some of her hair from her face. Her heart, which had been pounding in her ears during her seizure, was silent, nonexistent. What did it mean if you couldn't hear your own heart beat? Was she dead?!

A voice drifted in, the same beautiful mealody she had heard before. "It's okay, the pain will fade, and then you'll sleep. Just be brave, because when you awaken, everything is going to change for you. No matter what though, I promise I will protect you," the mealody said, pouring from the lips of the man holding her. Everything began to fade away but as long as she could, Haruhi stayed focused on his face.

Darkness began to cloud her vision and Haruhi finally closed her eyes. "I wonder where that tunnel and light are?" she thought cynically. The last thing she heard, before everything became silent and dark, was the man who held her. His voice was pleasant as he said to his compainion, "I think we have contamination."

…

Tamaki hadn't been expecting any excitement that night, aside from the excitement usually experienced in the Host club line of work. He had just been serving two very beautiful ladies, brunette and blonde, when there was a loud commotion outside of the club. He looked over at Kyoya and the older man sighed before excusing himself from his table. Tamaki turned back to the ladies he'd been serving.

"Excuse me, there's seems to be some big commotion outside. Allow me to check on it."

"Aww…." The brunette said, batting her pretty eye lashes, "You're leaving us already?"

Tamaki leaned forward and took her hand. He laid a gentle kiss on it and smiled. "It's better for us to ensure that you lovely ladies have nothing to worry about when exiting this club tonight." The girls giggled and Tamaki walked outside with Kyouya.

"What do you think it is this time?"

"Don't know. Couldn't be any worse then the cat fight that one night."

"No kidding."

Tamaki opened the back door leading to the alley behind the club. The second the door was opened, the overwhelming smell of blood reached Tamaki's nose. He looked around and spotted a vampire attacking someone. The person was pinned underneath and he could hear the vampire sloppily drinking from the victim. Tamaki immediately reached for a flare gun located on the counter. Tamaki had learned awhile ago flare guns were good for stunning someone, and in a business where you had to ensure your customer's safelty when enetering and leaving your establishment, stunning and scaring away trouble makers was very important.

"Hold it!" Tamaki yelled, praying it would get the beast's attention. The beast made no notice of him, just kept drinking. Tamaki aimed and fired, hitting the beast square in the back. He pulled the trigger and a bright ball of red fire slammed into the beast, blowing a piece of its back off. Blood sprayed everywhere, including the victim who was now lying motionless on the ground.

The beast had rolled over off the victim before dashing off. Tamaki ran to the victime and checked for any vitals signs. They were weak, the victim had lost too much blood. He and Kyoya had been too lat to save him.

His eyes on the victim, Kyouya walked up next to him.

"Is he alright?"

"No, a lot of blood's been drained. He probably doesn't have more then a few moments," Tamaki said, turning from the boy to Kyoya. The agitated dark haired boy pushed his glasses higher on his nose.

Shit, this is the last thing we needed to worry about. I'll have to have someone call the cleaners so we avoid unesscessary attention."

Tamaki glared at Kyouya, who just shrugged. He looked back at the boy and sighed, knowing that as impersonal as it seemed, the cleaners would have to be called. He was opposed to the erasing of a human's existence, but he was more opposed to the consequences unesscessary information could have.

"Is someone tailing the vamp that attacked him?" Tamaki asked, hoping to change the topic.

Tamaki looked after the way the vamp had gone. "Get one of the others on it, and keep the donors from leaving before we secure the premisces." Kyouya left and Tamaki held the boy in his arms. "I'm sorry, we were inside and couldn't do anything." He looked around and saw some discarded groceries lying around. "You were just out shopping, you weren't asking for this. I'm sorry you poor guy." The boy in his arms remained motionless, just looking up at him with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes. Tamaki noticed his shirt was torn and when he checked out the damage, his cheeks flushed at what he saw.

"You're not a guy are you? My, you must have been a surprise for that bastard when he saw your secret. I'm sorry such a cute thing as you has had to suffer, but pass in peace, okay?"

Then, as it seemed the girl was circling the drain, her body contorted and seized. He nearly dropped the girl as he seized and shook. "Oh hell…" Tamaki muttered, thinking back to the scene he had witnessed. There had been blood everywhere, including on the victim. It was not impossible that contamination may have occurred. If contamination had occurred, this situaltion ran the risk of getting real bad real soon.

First things first though, and Tamaki reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver pocket watch, a gift from his father, in the girl's mouth to keep her from swallowing or biting off her tongue. Her body continued to seize and quake before, finally, it went limp as a damp rag. Tamaki watched as the girl looked at him and Tamaki gulped. He brushed her hair again and then moved his hand so that he could stroke her cheek.

"It's okay, the pain will fade, and then you'll sleep. Just be brave, because when you awaken, everything is going to change for you. No matter what though, I promise I will protect you," he whispered. After he had made his proclaimation, the girl closed her eyes and the heartbeat was gone.

Kyoya walked back into the alley and Tamaki looked at him. "I think we have contamination," he told Kyouya as he picked up the boy. Kyoya blinked. "Should we take him to Lavender?" asked Kyouya. Tamaki chuckled and pointed to what the torn shirt had revealed. Kyouya followed where the finger pointed and smirked.

"Shall we take HER to Lavender?" he asked. "Yes, we know nothing about this medical stuff, how'd it go with tracking the vamp?" Kyoya shook his head and Tamaki knew what it meant. They had not been able to find the vampire, and now there was a dangerous beast lurking out there in the darkness. "Should we have the girls get escorted home tonight?" asked Kyouya. Tamaki nodded. "Better safe then sorry," said Tamaki. He walked into the club carrying the limp form of the boy.

There was a quiet thump and Tamaki looked over to see the boy's wallet had fallen from his pocket. Kyouya walked over and picked up the little wallet, flipping it open and looking at the boy. "Tamaki, take a look at this," he stated, holding the wallet up. Tamaki looked at the open wallet and his eyes widened.

"Haruhi Fujioka, What a beautiful name." Tamaki lovinly gazed at the motionless figure in his arms. "Let's take her to Lavender and have her take a look at out little girl here," Tamaki said. Kyouya nodded and they walked back into the club.