Renewal
She was so tiny, so fragile. Her small digits clasped onto one of my own with such security, as though she were afraid to let go. Despite this, there was a warmth that spilled from the inquisitive burgundy jewels that adorned her perfectly heart-shaped face as if she was attempting to reassure me that no, she wasn't afraid. Those eyes spoke silently of her infantile trust, which seemed more fragile even than those tiny fingers themselves.
This child, this new, innocent and untainted life radiated newborn strength. This strength wasn't a physical one, no. It was something… more? There was something about the heartbeat within that little chest that seemed to draw me closer. I felt an instinctual pull toward this so utterly breakable creature as though she were a miniature puppeteer tugging on the strings that bound me to her enlightening gaze. I was helpless to this, and to the motions that followed.
My feet moved me in her direction without my issuing of the command that would have them do so. My arms moved to scoop the small bundle up, and as the older vampire relinquished her to my hold, advising me to support her head, I realized just how soft, and how seemingly weightless she was. The experience couldn't be described as holding a mere newborn in my arms. This child could never be comparable through simple words to anything in the entirety of the world. She wasn't a mere newborn; she was a tiny angel in a physical and fleshly form, a captivating miracle.
She stared up at me, and I found myself caught in those exquisite pools. The unseen force that emanated from this small creature once before had me wrapped in. She grasped my shirt with her fingers, and suddenly I became hyperaware of her heartbeat. It held a steady rhythm, as calming and soothing as it was entrancing to the touch. As I continued to be trapped in her eyes, I felt something resound deep within my chest, the nostalgic feeling of the most ancient of arts. She was pulling me into her gravity, and as she did so, this feeling spread throughout my body, starting at the center of my chest and extending to the very tips of my fingers. It was enchanting, as though I were a blind man seeing the sun rise for the first time.
I memorized the experience to the fullest extent: the texture of her clothing, her porcelain skin, the eyes that held me captive and the sound of her resonating heart. I pulled her close, holding her tightly, snuggling her into my chest and allowing myself to melt into her small form. She was the escape, the route to which I felt I could finally escape the dark. All this emotion, all this strength that surrounded this newborn vampire held the luscious scent of revival, of renewal, of forgiveness. These things which I hadn't felt for so long returned to me when I saw my own reflection in her eyes. As I clung to her, I remembered, but for the first time in a long time, I felt that someone cared. For the first time in a long time, I was no longer alone.
Kaname Kuran opened his eyes. He held her close once more. "It must be enough," he said quietly to himself. He tightened his arms around her as she dozed, deeply absorbed in the memories of an age long past, tears flowing freely in the hardship she felt through his eyes. "Yuuki has done so much for me already."