Hello! This is the rewritten version of Vampire Exorcist! I'm really sorry to have not being updating for such a long time, but I moved to Sydney, started high school, and with all those things there is everything else…
Also, when I went back today to read VE, I felt so shocked at the complete failure in my grammar and also, the freaking OOC-ness in Allen!
So I decided to rewrite VE… Yeah *lamely*
Warning: Slight description of gore, future yaoi, and also coarse language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or -man. I only own my plot and OCs.
"So, this is the end, huh…" Lavi panted as he leaned against the pale form of Allen, whose breathing also came out pained and choppy. Wounds covered both of their body and the two knew that they were fatal. The last remaining Noahs were finally defeated, but the price was a high one to pay; the bodies of finders and exorcists alike scatter across the battlefield showed that clearly.
Allen grinned bitterly at the red-head. "You don't say, Lavi," he murmured, wincing when a fit of coughing racked his body. He could feel salty, warm blood in his mouth that he was too familiar with.
"Shut it, baka Moyashi," came a raspy voice, "You're making this even shittier." It was Kanda; he was in no better form than the other two, in fact, he looked even worse with the gaping hole in his stomach caused by one of the Noahs. "I can't believe that you are actually being so fucking pessimist for once. What happened to the everything-will-be-alright Moyashi?"
The addressed teen smiled at Kanda, having to have heard the slight affection in the other's voice. "I thought that you knew everything, BaKanda," he quipped, feeling cold evade his body. Everything was blurring even more, even the vibrant red of Lavi's hair looked pale to Allen now, but he ignored it.
"I can't believe you two are arguing right now," Lavi chuckled weakly, "I-" he was interrupted by a painful feeling in his chest. "Allen, Yuu," he said softly, "I- Thank you for everything, see you in our next life." And then his eyes closed for the last time. Lavi Bookman was dead.
A silent drop of tear slid down the pale cheeks of Allen, mourning the loss of another friend. Suddenly, he felt a hand land on his head. The teen looked up to find Kanda smiling down at him. "Baka," Kanda said, "Stop crying, it's annoying." Allen leaned into the palm on his head, trying to hold back tears.
"I guess that there is no reason to cry," he smiled, pained, "We will be joining everyone soon."
His smiled was returned fondly, "Yeah," Kanda replied. And then he closed his eyes, relaxing at a soft breeze blew through the field, ruffling his hair. "See you on the other side."
"See you, Kanda."
The exorcists were finally at peace.
Or that was what Allen thought.
Allen woke up with a start. His heart felt as though it was about to burst out of his chest at the rate it was pounding. Holding a hand to his chest, the teen, now man, sucked in deep gulped of air to calm himself down. Once he felt like he was okay, Allen slipped out of the small, single bed that he had previously occupied. He groaned as he felt his bones popping into place, moving to the bathroom of the hotel to do his activities.
After a short shower, Allen packed what small belonging he had and left for the lobby. He had been travelling for a few centuries now, ever since the fall of the Earl. He was just trying to escape his demons, but everywhere Allen went, there was always something that reminded him of what he had lost. It pained him, knowing that he would never be able to regain what was lost. But what could he do? Keep walking.
'I should find somewhere to go next,' Allen thought, 'America, maybe?' Moving was a simple matter for Allen, after all, he is the owner of the Ark. But he refused to use it; for it reminded him too much of the times which he and his friends had travelled through the machine to go to a mission on the other side of the world. The memories were just too painful to think of.
Walking aimlessly down the street, the man caught sight of a brightly decorated poster that stuck out like a sour thumb on the wall of a dark-looking bar. Curious, Allen swiftly made his way to the poster, taking care to not bump into anyone in the crowd. Now that he was nearer, the man could see the delicate prints that decorated the paper. It read 'Cross academy awaits you! Only for the best! Limited space left! Sign up today!'
Allen stare at the words for a while longer, he knew somebody named Cross other than his master… and then an imaginary light bulb appeared above his head. Snapping his slender fingers, the petite male cackled evilly as a certain memory of a chubby boy resurfaced in his mind. It was the vampire hunter boy he had worked with on one of his missions years ago! The boy had adored him back then as a big brother, and he even went as far to wear a dress for the sake of helping Allen retrieve innocence. It had been a while since he saw the boy, Allen thought to himself, he hope that he would still remember him.
Humming happily to himself, Allen made his way up the hill where the poster had conveniently pointed out with a bright red arrow. 'I think that I wouldn't mind staying in Japan for a bit more~'
All Kaien Cross had for a warning before his window shatter into a million pieces was a faint shout right behind him. If not for his vampire hunter instincts, Cross swore that he could be a chandelier by now.
Staring at the figure that had landed on his precious desk, Cross waited for the dust to clear and reveal the identity of the figure.
The figure stood up, and waved slightly to the shocked man.
"Long time no see, Kaien," a melodic voice said, and it rang a bell in the addressed man's head. He had heard this voice somewhere, a long time ago… And then Cross' eyes widened.
"Allen Walker!"
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