WARNING: If you are easily triggered don't read this. This contains non-con(not really described) and violence. Also a character death(not Kaname or Zero) so...yea. This is a really old drabble I did when I was feeling sad one time. Does this contain angst? What even is angst? I obviously don't know.
This might seem OOC, with Obsessive!Kaname and Dark!Kaname. Did I mention this is OLD. Like, really old.
I have no life. *Hides in corner*
At first I didn't give it any thought, my eyes naturally drawing to the silver haired hunter, watching him from time to time.
I didn't think much when I started to feed him more often, it was for Yuuki after all.
I didn't question when I started to desire the hunter's blood, because blood it our kinds life source.
But finally, I started to realize. My gaze lingers too much, I long for his touch during his feedings and ,most of all, I long for HIM.
I crave that sinuous body arching beneath me, covered in sweat and screaming in pleasure and pain.
Oh how I want to grab him in front of everyone at class changeover, to pin him down and fuck him raw while everyone watches. They would all know that he is MINE. Only I can make the impassive hunter cry and sob. Only I can dominate him and rule him.
He started to notice, my lingering gaze and touches, and like a frightened animal he fled. But a predator always loves a good chase.
After all was said and done, and my dear Yuuki was awakened, I made my decision. Zero would be mine.
As if sensing my decision, he fled, disappearing in the day. Not even the hunters could find him.
But there is no place my little Zero can hide from me. I am draw to him like a moth to a flame.
When I found him he tried to fight, but I bid my time, weakening him. I still remember his beautiful face, frightened and eyes watery with unshed tears as he tried to pull away.
I violated him, claimed him, dirtied him, fucked him. He was created to be controlled by me.
I still remember Yuuki's tear stained face when I carried him through the building, up to my room. The looks of shock on my followers faces. It was almost laughable.
He tried to escape at first, taking every slight opening and trying. He never made it past the door before somebody grabbed him.
One day I found Aidou embracing him, I remember the satisfaction I got as I ripped the useless noble to pieces right in front of a sobbing Zero. The pleas of 'no' and 'stop' as I did so.
Zero eventually gave up, and realized, I am his Master. His god. His EVERYTHING.
This love...no...this obsession is not normal nor healthy. It is tragic, sad, brutal and filled with sorrow. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Zero, you are MINE.