French Kissing Vampires
Summary: If you were a vampire, how would you go about exterminating dangerous supernatural creatures without anyone catching on? Especially the brightest, richest, and good-looking members of the Host Club? Warning! There is yuri, if you don'ts like it, then don't read. This is FULL of OCs.
I AM BACK. I ma so so so so so so so sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrry my dear readers! I found the story on my laptop a couple days back and I had to re-write it! I'm sorry for deleting it so abruptly; a bunch of family issues and problems came up.
Chapter One:
Meet the Club
A normal day at the Host Club…
Tamaki's Square…
"Tamaki," A first year girl asked as she turned toward the famed blonde. "It's great to see you again."
"But, my dazzling princess," Tamaki cooed as he tilted the young girl's chin up to stare into her sapphire eyes, "It has felt like a thousand years since we last met, though it was only yesterday…"
All the girls sitting at Tamaki's hosting square squealed at the handsomeness. "Kya~!"
With Honey and Mori at Cake Central…
"Hi, girls!" Honey giggled as he leaped onto the blushing girls' laps, "It's great to see you all again!"
"Kya~!"
-Apparently the girls there aren't hard to satisfy…-
"So, Mori," A shy girl asked as she scooted her chair closer to the silent giant, "I-I made you a biscuit in cooking class, p-please accept it!"
Mori merely looked at the girl and smiled an itty-bitty smile. "Thanks…"
"Kya~!"
-Yeah…not hard at all…-
With the Twins Twincest Fest…
"-And then he slipped and fell into the fountain, soaking his clothes!" Hikaru laughed as he leaned forward from laughing so hard. "You should have seen his face!"
"Hikaru!" Kaoru whined as he let a tinge of pink dust his ivory cheeks, "I thought you said you would never tell anyone that! I thought I could trust you…"
"Kaoru," Hikaru held the side of Kaoru's face as he came dangerously close to the other's lips. "I only wanted to tell them about how nice you looked after you had to take off all your soaked clothes…"
"Hikaru…" Kaoru whispered as his eyes drooped half-way, going from dusty pink to a deep scarlet. "Not here, everyone's watching!"
"I don't care, no one minds," Hikaru continued as he licked his lips tautly.
"Kya~!" A girl fainted from blood-loss as others swooned and squealed.
-Oh, the wonders of yaoi are so enchanting.-
Haruhi's Common Corner…
"So Haruhi how was your day?" Momoka asked YET AGAIN.
"Well, I haven't done much yet. I was really just looking forward to seeing you girls again," Haruhi said as she flashed her signature smile before adding an insensitive comment, "and dreading seeing Tamaki again."
"Kya~, Haruhi you're so sweet!"
-True that, true that…-
Kyoya's Bermuda Triangle… Enter and never be seen again…
'Clack, clack, clack, clack-'
Kyoya looks up at where the author would be, "You know I have no customers right now, what do you want?"
-You found me…oh well. I expected nothing but the best from the best.-
Kyoya frowned, "Don't lie to me, authoress. I know you hate me."
-I only do what I think is right, I never said anything about it being, right.-
"Fine then, be stupid. I don't have time for your illogical antics." Kyoya sighed as he closed his laptop and stood up regally. "I am sorry, but it's that time again."
"Awwwwww," The females in the room whined as they began to pick up their bags and say their goodbyes.
The moment the girls all left (minus Haruhi), everyone sighed in relief.
"Another day gone and done, eh Lord?" The twins chorused as they began to pester the poor tall blonde, script rehearsed daily. "Too bad Haruhi isn't our maid, right Kaoru."
"Yeah, Hikaru. Just think about it, Haruhi in a French maid costume," And then the three boys began to day-dream with drool hanging down their chins.
In the twins and Tamaki's mind theatre…
Haruhi stood in an adorable pose, a hand cupping her cheek and winking, and was wearing a skimpy French maid outfit.
"Ha-ha~!" The Haruhi let a cute little laugh, kicking her leg out to the side
Back to the real world….
"You're so CUTEEEEEEEE!" Tamaki cried out as he spun Haruhi around in circles. "You're the best daughter ever!"
-Creaaaaaaak-
The huge entry doors opened an inch, causing everyone to freeze in place.
A girl with long blonde hair popped her head into the gap and was immediately greeted by rose petals.
The host club had somehow gotten into their greeting position in mere seconds, all standing around Tamaki in his chair. "Welcome…"
The girl took a couple steps forward, but was totally ignoring the hosts, gazing up at the crystal chandelier.
"Princess," Tamaki called out, hand outstretched in hope of catching her attention. "Hello…"
No response, the girl was admiring the vase that Haruhi broke only days ago, then turned to examine a large painting of a tulip meadow.
"Princess?"
Again, no response.
"Ahem?" Tamaki coughed into his fist, blatantly feeling insulted.
And then the girl's head whipped to the side, finally realized she wasn't the only one there.
She waved meekly as a hello, and trotted over to the group.
"Well, hello there princess," Tamaki chuckled as he walked up to the shy girl. "I haven't seen you here before, are you new here to Ouran?"
"She is," Kyoya answered for the girl before she could open her mouth. "That is Margarita Liddell; she is a foreign exchange student."
"Foreign?" Tamaki exclaimed as he held her hand in his, and kissed the back of her palm, "It certainly a pleasure to meet someone else from out of the country, Margarita~. You have such a lovely name, only suited for someone as lovely as you."
Instead of the normal reaction, Margarita just titled her head in confusion and asked with extreme caution, "Que…faites-vous?"
Tamaki was very surprised at the change in languages, his eyes widened and he leaned in toward her in disbelief. "Vous parlez français?"
Margarita nodded, obviously elated as she began to speak very quickly and was gesturing wildly, to which only Tamaki could understand.
"As you can see," Kyoya began as he nudged his glasses, "Margarita can speak French, so I guess she must have gotten lost."
(A/N: From here on, everything in French will be in italics.)
"Your hair is so beautiful, like golden threads spun into a gorgeous tapestry," Tamaki flirted as he leaned close and held her hands by her fingertips.
Margarita's cheeks flushed and her now visible eyes were shown to be a light brown, almost amber. Then turning away from Tamaki, she unconsciously licked her chapped lips. "What's your name? I'm Margarita."
"Ah, my apologies princess," Tamaki released her hands and bowed with a flourish. "I am Tamaki Suoh."
"What are they saying?" Haruhi questioned as she slouched against a column, clearly bored. "I can't understand a word they say…"
"MOMMA!" A shrill voice shrieked through the halls, causing everyone to freeze in place again.
"I found you a rose bush! It's painted, like, twenty different colors!"
"MARGARITA!" Another, deeper and more masculine voice yelled. "You better not be admiring random artifacts, or so help me I'll stab you to death with a fork!"
Margarita squealed in fear and ran behind Mori for cover, since she could hide behind the silent giant. "I don't know what he said; just don't let Jun get me!"
At that moment, the doors burst open, revealing two boys, a blonde and a dark-skinned brunette.
"H-hello," The blonde asked as his face was red from sprinting. "Have any of you seen a blonde chick walking around speaking French?" _
I'm still REALLY sorry, but if you could please leave a review, it would be greatly appreciated.
