Because 99% of the people insisted on story format :3

The winter frost had chilled his fingers to the bone. Forgetting his gloves was an unfortunate thing, but in midst of the rush attending to a mission, it simply slipped his mind. It was the dead of the night – the perfect time for Level Es to make their moves. Getting a call even at 2am isn't new. He didn't have to get his ass out of bed just to kill one. There were plenty of other hunters, especially those doing night patrols, to deal with them. But Zero never trusted others to do biddings. He could only trust what he saw, and that was the death of the damned vampire right before his eyes.

Six months passed in a blink of an eye. Each day had no meaning – so was his life. He lived the law of the jungle. Kill or be killed. Deep though, inside, he was waiting for a chance to get revenge. On the one person who had made him lower than a dog.

Kuran Kaname.

The name would make his blood boil. Having not seen or heard of the vampire lord, he knew that Kuran was still keeping Yuki somewhere. It hurt him to have to face reality that they both will, and must die, in his hands. He didn't want to be brought up a killer, but the vampires made their move on his family first. That he can never forgive. Not only that, the one he ever loved in his life was, and was taken away by, a vampire as well.

Zero hated them to the very core of his body.

The night's mission was successful. Thanks to him, a young mother and her baby were safely moving on with their lives.

Fondling with a metallic box in his trench pocket, he pulled it out and flicked the top cover open. He dropped a few blood tablets into his free hand before popping them into his mouth, chewing on them mercilessly. He hated the taste of the blood tablets. The texture was slimy, and it tasted nothing close to blood, frankly. But that was the only thing he can consume that could keep his blood thirst quenched.

While walking, he caught the scent of blood. His first thought was a Level E attacking a human, but came to realize the blood scent was different. If it was going to be two horny vampires making out with each other, he's rather not know, but instead blow their heads off for showing off their revolting passion in public. He traced the source, nevertheless. After all, lust isn't just limited to sane vampires.

As a precaution, he took his gun out from his waist holster. At the corner of an alley way he turned, lifting it up. There weren't any vampires in each other's throats, which was a good thing, but it came down to a figure which was leaning against the brick wall on the floor.

It was a shoulder-hair length brunette, unmoving. He was dressed in a trench coat with numerous zipping, pants and boots - full black. His arm was laid across his middle, in which despite the darkness, the hunter could tell was soaked with something, in this case, probably blood. The shoulder area on the left was also in the same state.

Zero wondered if this was a victim of a vampire. He kept his gun and knelt by the person, reached for his neck to check a pulse. At first he thought he was dead, but corrected himself when he felt a faint pushing against the tips of his fingers. Being in such close contact, Zero scented something off. There were traces of vampire blood and something else he couldn't quite match to in his head. It was neither human nor vampire.

He wasn't exactly a good ol' Samaritan, but this guy was still alive, and he half-heartedly wanted to keep it that way. Zero threw the right arm of the stranger's around his shoulder and supported the guy to his apartment which was less than three blocks away.

He placed him on his bed and switched the lights on, getting a better view of the person. A slightly tanned complexion and a rather dashing face. Zero frowned a little when he found a slight resemblance of this person and the one vampire he hated the most. Kuran Kaname.

Throwing the name of the pureblood at the back of his head, he removed the trench coat and examined for any wounds. The only one he came to find was a very deep slash on the left deltoid which looked pretty fresh and was still bleeding.

Zero shed his own coat, dumping it on the floor and headed to his bathroom. He knelt in front of the sink and opened the cupboard door inferior to it, searching for the first aid kit. When he got it, he stood up, coming to look at his own reflection in the mirror as well as a set of sapphire eyes.

The sudden appearance of the stranger overwhelmed him. It hadn't been more than ten seconds that he had left him, and now here he was up and walking. He was much taller than Zero had expected, about 6'2". He wasn't wearing his trench anymore, and he could feel the other's body heat radiating.

Zero's reflex kicked in immediately. He drove and elbow backwards, hoping to catch the brunette off guard but the tables turned. The person grabbed his elbow and pulled, throwing him out the bathroom. He dropped the box in the process, and the contents scattered on the floor.

The hunter rolled on the floor once, recovering and pulled his gun out. But before he could get a good aim he was being pushed back down onto the floor. His finger pulled the trigger and the gunshot rang in his ears, followed by the scent of a foreign blood filling his nose.

His hands got pinned on either side of his head. Unwillingly, flashbacks started. The pain, humiliation and disgust in which he had thrown at himself once relived again.

It wasn't a time to think about the past, and Zero glared upwards at the brunette looming over him. The first thing which caught his attention was eyes that were now dark purple in colour. Thick, crimson liquid trailed down the side of his face. Usually the scent of blood would affect him in one way or the other whether or not it belonged to a human or vampire, but this was different. The scent was repelling instead, and it felt like making him puke.

"Who are you?" The stranger demanded.

"That's my question," Zero spat back. This guy wasn't normal in any way. His strength, his speed and the one thing which gave it away – his blood.

Before the guy could reply, the window glass a few feet away shattered. Zero got pulled up from the floor and thrown against the wall. The wind was knocked out of him when he collided with, then felt the guy almost crushing him. His heat was the first thing Zero registered, and the closeness made him uneasy. The person had his arms overhead, and had actually shielded him from the glass shards hurled in their direction.

Zero started to hear shrieks and flapping. There were several of them.

The brunette pulled away and turned around, stretching his left arm out. Zero grimaced when he caught sight of a stained white in the wound which was probably bone.

There was a cry above and Zero looked up, eyes widening.

Some humanoid creature the side of a large cat was hovering above, beating bat-like wings which had claws at ends. It was grey-green in colour, had long talons and what caught Zero's attention the most were two massive fangs protruding from their upper jaws like vampires.

"What the-" A sharp screech sounded like a war cry and Zero was taken aback. The brunette had charged forward and the hunter got a better view of what had invaded his room. There were six more of those things attacking the stranger.

In the small apartment, it wasn't easy to move but the brunette was avoiding every slash of their talons perfectly. He had a dagger in each hand and was more successful in hitting them. Blood splattered across the room in every direction, and even while wounded the creatures were still attempting to attack.

Zero was struck dumb. He had never seen such things in his entire life. He didn't know what to do. Subconsciously, fear took over.

He froze when the stranger has tossed him a look for a second. Without warning he had flung a dagger of his in his direction. Zero wanted to deflect it, but it had been too quick. He flinched when he thought the dagger was going to hit him, but instead heard a pained cry sounding by his ear.

The hunter glanced to his side for a second before shifting away in shock. One of the creatures had that dagger through it temple and was hanging on the wall from it.

His legs gave way and he fell to the floor, his hands shaking from holding the gun too tightly.

By then the brunette had annihilated the rest of the creatures, having torn them limb to limb. Parts of their bodies were scattered everywhere.

The sight of the massacre and smell of the blood was sickening and Zero had to cover his mouth to prevent anything from being thrown up. He watched as the brunette flicked the single dagger, the blood from it falling to the floor.

A movement from on top of his wardrobe caught Zero's attention. The stranger had his back facing it, and Zero stared at one of those things which had silently crept up and was holding one of its talons up high.

Without a second thought he fired his gun, the bullet penetrating the brain. The brunette looked over his shoulder calmly, eyeing the dead which added to the collection on the floor.

Zero was breathing really hard. It wasn't often that his nerves kicked into fear mode, but something must have triggered it somehow. He didn't know what, but his hands were too jelly-like to hold his gun up. His hands came to rest on the floor between his legs, and he hung his head, trying to catch his breath.

He heard the stranger walk over to where he was and he looked up. The brunette retrieved his dagger from the wall and the creature fell onto the floor next to him. A look of disgust was shown on his face and the guy kept his daggers in sheaths that were on either side of his pants, mid-thigh. Without acknowledgment whatsoever, he reached down and pulled Zero up, easily throwing him onto the bed.

The hunter raised his gun again, about to shoot if the guy came any closer, but he didn't. Instead, he looked over at where he was with eyes amethyst colour.

"I'm not your enemy."

Zero gritted his teeth. "And those things are? What the fuck are they?"

"Vampires."

The hunter wasn't in for games. "Bullshit. Those aren't vampires."

The brunette cocked his head a little, exhibiting confidence. "They are. Vampires from Hell that is."

"Don't joke with me!"

"I'm not," came the firm reply. The brunette started walking towards him and Zero released the safety in warning. The guy stopped.

"Take one more step and I'll blow your head off," Zero hissed. "What the hell are you?"

"Exile."

"What is that?"

"Something you humans call crossbreeds," the brunette scoffed. He took another step forward and Zero fired, the bullet grazing the guy's cheek.

"I warned you."

"Instead of aiming that pathetic little weapon at me, point it at something worth killing," the other gave a partial sigh. "My name is Sacred."

Zero almost rolled his eyes. What sort of a name was that?

"I'm a cross between a vampire and a werewolf."

Werewolf? Now this is getting ridiculous… Zero thought. Vampires he had seen, even experienced with, but werewolves were something new.

Caught in his thoughts, Zero failed to notice that Sacred had shifted and hand pushed the hand with the gun onto the bed. The hunter winced at the forced action and the strain on his shoulder joint in the position. He other hand reached up to grab the vulnerable neck of his assailant, and his eyes glared at him. He dug his nails into the flesh as a warning.

Amethyst of two different shades stared at each other. Neither showed fear, and oddly enough, hate.

There was something that had Zero think twice about killing this guy and vice versa. However for Sacred, it was something a little more. The hunter has a very unique scent to him, despite being human. There was something which attracted him, for sure.

"Leave with me," Sacred whispered.

Zero was taken aback. "What?"

"They know who you are now, and they will kill you. I don't want you to die, so come with."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," the hunter hissed, pulling his wrist out of the grasp. Sacred let him go, but didn't retreat from where he was.

"I'll take you by force if I have to."

"What the hell do you think you are?!" Zero yelled, shoving the other away. He got up, trying to head for the door when he got stopped.

Sacred had his arms around his waist, holding him in place. Zero couldn't get away, and struggled out.

"I like your scent."

Zero ignored the last statement and tried to break away. It was a nauseas feeling, being like this. By a person much stronger, and the fact that he knew he might not be able to get free caused him to panic a little. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip was on him. He could feel the warmth of Sacred's breath on his neck, and his stomach tightened.

"Let me go!" Zero half-yelled. He didn't want to relive what had happened. Once was enough.

Sacred caught the unnatural fear taking over the human. Despite so, he didn't let go. He took a glance at the back of the person's neck, finding a small cut over an indent. It looked like something caused by a fang.

"Alright already, just let me go," Zero softly uttered in defeat.

The brunette let go this time round. Zero reached and clawed at his tattoo without making it bleed. He felt dirty again. He thought the feeling had subsided, but he was wrong. He couldn't forget the pain of penetrating fangs from the back, and the hands which had left traces all over him.

"Just give me a while," he mumbled after, rushing into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and leaned over the sink, tipping the tap to full blast. He splashed water in his face and raked his hair back, slamming the tap shut.

For a long time he had tried to forget, and when he finally did Sacred appeared and simply reminded him of it - the one true reason why he hated Kuran Kaname.

Who and what he was only fuelled the hatred.

It took a while to calm himself down. He didn't intend to leave with Sacred of course. They didn't even know each other, and he wasn't going to trust some person who said he was part vampire. He would never trust a vampire.

Zero picked up the first aid box from the floor and recalled why he was taking it out - the guy had an open wound which would get infected easily since it was so deep. All he had to do was wrap the wound, and make him leave. That was all.

The hunter exited the bathroom with a bottle of alcohol and bandages in a hand. Sacred was standing next to his beside table where he had a photo of himself and Yuki face down. The brunette was looking at it in fact, and Zero walked over, snatching it from his hands. He dumped it on his bed and without a single word, opened the alcohol bottle and poured a generous amount of it on the wound.

It should have hurt a lot, but Sacred hadn't flinched a single bit. He simply watched Zero in silence as he unrolled the bandages and started wrapping his arm.

Zero felt a little uneasy with all the parts of bodies on the floor. Whatever the guy did, he didn't hold back for sure. It was a bloody mess and he wondered how he was going to clean it up.

"Thank you." Zero just nodded, but was caught off guard when he felt his head being tilted upwards. He ended up staring into dark crimson eyes. "You are coming with me, aren't you?"

"…"

"Don't make me-"

"I got it," Zero cut in, irritated. He pushed Sacred's hand away. So much for telling myself that I wouldn't… "Fine, I'll go." He gave in. After all, what's the worse that could happen?

La la la la la... Sacred is mine :3 And for those who had read Diary of the desert rose.. yeah i changed a lot of stuff. but the main plot is still the same nevertheless -ahem- Makes you wonder what kaname did to zero now heh -wink wink-

WHATS WITH THE MPREG WARNING you may ask... that's to lure you in. Jk. well, one of the reasons :D but i love mpreg anyway so. hehehehe