The Vampire's Praetor

AGE RATING: Age 15+

Disclaimer Note: This is purely a fanfiction depicting characters from a project developed by an author of his own private ideas. The author of this written fan fiction DOES NOT, repeat DOES NOT claim Vampire Knight as one of its works and does not associate with Viz Media, Shojo Beat, Hakusensha, and all others contributing to the work of Vampire Knight.

However he DOES claim all characters associated with "Tiamat Visual" as HIS OWN creation, this includes the following: Merc Venatir

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I run through the darkness of a desolate forest... dodging, ducking, jumping, and avoiding anything that could hinder my escape...

"What am I doing here?" I ask myself as I continue to run, "why is it always me?"

I look back while running, seeing a pair of crimson glowing eyes jumping across my view.

Quickly I turn my head and slide under a low lying branch, quickly rising after clearing this obstacle.

Reaching an open clearing I turn my head back again to see how close my pursuer is, "Close... very close..."

Within a second of whispering, my pursuer reveals itself, but do my eyes deceive me?

"Human?..." I continue my observations while continuously running, sliding under another branch, and vaulting over another that obstructed my path.

The psychotic "human"... "No... Not human" those fangs, the glow of blood in their eyes, they are not human; they are our old enemies... "The Vampires."

Lost in thought, I miss a hidden tree root tripping on the simple obstacle.

Falling, front of my body hits the ground.

I quickly regain my senses and roll to turn around.

I look at the vampire, it knew that it now had me as fresh prey and leaped to kill me

I quickly put my hand up into a "Stop" notion towards the vampire.

Looking onward, I get a quick glimpse of his face from behind my hand... the look of satisfaction, hungry for the "human" blood he sees in me.

...

"What am I doing here?" I ask myself again, not even 24 hours of arriving home from the normal life I had in America and now, I am attacked again.

I made the fatal mistake of coming back to my home town, from the normal life I've always wanted; I never wanted a life like this... for this beast to look at me as a human, for this beast kill me as a human...

"..." Unfortunately for my attacker... he too, made a fatal mistake as well... "I'm... Not... Human..."

My hand quickly gripped blank air, and bright light radiated from my fist...

Immediately, my katana appeared upside down in my fist, and I quickly began focusing my energy.

My eyes began glowing bright blue, as the world slowed down, I could see the dead soul, his blood still pumping.

My reflexes were heightened, my senses sharp, and my target clear, I firmly grasped the upside-down blade in my fist.

Within a split second, I roll left to dodge his attack slashing my katana upwards, allowing my attacker to land where I once lay.

This move cost me however as one of his claws lands a gashing cut on my right arm, the wound began bleeding rather badly.

On the forest floor I looked to my attacker and he smiled looking at the claw slightly coated in blood... My blood...

With my back against the floor I turn my head to meet the vampire's gaze.

To his surprise, I grin with a rather devious look on my face. "You left yourself wide open..." I said as I propped myself up and stood slowly.

My hand slowly wandered to the gash on my arm, and my fist tightly grasping the wound

My attacker looked at me, staring with frustration, seeing how the wound he inflicted on me didn't affect me at all.

A few seconds pass.

His frustrated look turns to sheer horror, after glancing at my Katana

I close my eyes slowly, whispering out, "...Payback hurts doesn't it?..." I say with confidence in my voice, firmly grasping my Katana soaked with blood... His blood...

Almost instantly my purser's head falls to the ground, severed from his primary body.

Immediately his remains began dissipating into dust.

The last fragment to fly with the wind was his blood drenched claw, and it too dissipated into dust.

My AURIC VISION wanes and the world around me returns to normal.

Looking around observing the atmosphere, I then focus my attention to the nearest tree and walk over to lean against it

I lift my right arm looking at the Katana in my hand, I open my fist as if releasing it to gravity.

Before it can actually fall, the weapon itself vanishes in bright light.

I quickly shake my head to regain myself, and then shift my eyes upwards staring at the bright crescent moon.

Closing my eyes, I listen carefully to the environment around me.

For a while it is very peaceful, very quiet, the wind blowing the top of the tree canopy, the rustle of leaves fluttering with the wind... "The silence of death is very deceiving..." I say to myself enjoying the peace I can at least have.

The peace of the forest atmosphere is short-lived; a simple branch snap destroys the quiet of the environment as I quickly open my eyes to enable my Auric Vision.

My eyes glow bright blue once again as I staring into the darkness of the forest

"15 meters out... There are four signatures heading my way", I whispered to myself...

"...What drew them to my location?" I wonder, gripping my wounded arm tightly... "WAIT!..."

I slowly turn attention to my wounded arm, lifting my hand from the wound, I see, it is still hemorrhaging profusely.

I quickly turn my view to my closing pursuers, realizing the danger of standing in place and I begin running again.

Now they are determined to kill me... now they are driven mad by the scent of my blood...

Completely lost in this desolate forest I run to "Who-knows-where" this is not something new for me however... This is the life I was born in, and because of that, "I HATE MY LIFE!"

My name is Mercetan Venatir, but you can call me "Merc", I am 17 years old, and I live my so-called life as a "PRAETOR".