DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KNIGHT, ONLY YVELTA GRIMM

'We have to get you out of here.' Hanabusa grabbed the manacles holding Yvelta, but she shook him off.

'If I wanted to get out of here, I would do so. Do you really think manacles are capable of keeping me contained?' She almost snarled. Hanabusa recoiled.

Yvelta's purple and golden eyes flashed. 'Get out. Now. You do not want to be his next victim.'

So Hanabusa ran.

'Abomination of mine, are you prepared for another round of torture?' Kuran Kaname's silky smooth voice sounded tense. He knew the torture wasn't getting him anywhere, but there was no other way to deal with an abomination like her. She wouldn't understand the subtleties of negotiation.

Yvelta raised an eyebrow. 'If you wish to continue this pointless farce, be my guest, but I assure you, you will be no more successful than with the previous thirty seven torture attempts. But please, by all means. Do your worst.'

Kaname pulled out a set of ancient torture instruments from a drawer. They looked to be about seven or eight thousand years old. He had never been comfortable with the more modern instruments, they depersonalised the experience too much. There was something far more sinister about having to use your strength to slice through flesh. The thrill that ran through you as the skin and muscle parted and blood burst forth… It was very empowering. And he needed all the empowering he could get against such a strong foe. He couldn't let her escape. Nor could he keep her here forever. It was too risky, there was too much chance that his precious Yuki could be harmed. He would never forgive himself for that, especially if it was his own creation that was the cause. His only choice was to kill her after he had the information he needed about how she had survived this long, and why she was here. But she was giving him absolutely nothing.

After over an hour of slicing, hacking, slashing and beating her with various instruments, still he had learned nothing. What was worse, she didn't seem in pain, or even afraid at all. In fact, Yvelta seemed… Bored.

'I tire of this.' She said as Kaname put the instruments of pain down to catch his breath. He looked up to see her effortlessly tear the manacles from the wall. Fear shot through him. She had been toying with him the whole time.

She peeled the manacles off her wrists and ankles as if they were paper. 'Lord Kuran,' She spat. 'I would reverse our positions, but I do not wish to bring myself down to your level. But know this; if you ever attempt to detain me again, I shall not hesitate to utterly destroy you.'

Kaname looked at her, body tensed for battle. 'Why have you stayed so long? If you could escape so easily, why linger?'

Yvelta's piercing purple irises glittered. 'Why, for answers, of course.' She held a hand in front of her face, apparently inspecting her nails. 'I want to know why I exist. What my purpose is. But I'm beginning to think that you are not the one to provide me with that answer.'

In one swift movement, she kicked him over, sending him flying into the opposite wall. 'I'm leaving. If you try to stop me I will break your back. By the time you've healed I will be long gone.'

Kaname tried to stand up, but fell back against the wall, wincing in pain.

'No reason to stay?' He snarled through gritted teeth.

The comment made Yvelta pause. 'What possible reason could there be?'

He smiled, slightly triumphant. 'Because if you don't, I will take my anger out on Hanabusa, your new pet.'

'Ah.' Yvelta smirked. 'So he didn't hide his tracks that carefully. His loss, not mine.'

Kaname finally managed to stagger to his feet. 'One thing I know has not changed in ten thousand years. You are still not willing to let others suffer as a result of your actions, aloof as you may act to hide it. The same was true when you were a child. You would never let others suffer in the laboratory. You always set them free, no matter the punishment.'

He had her there. An image of Hanabusa chained to the wall as she had been flashed through her mind. Yvelta sighed. Her character had indeed not changed.

'Fine. I will stay, for now. But I will not be your prisoner. You will integrate me into this… Cross Academy.'

Kaname pondered the solution. While not precisely what he had hoped for, this way he could keep an eye on her at all times. That was far better than he had expected from this situation.

'Very well. You shall become a member of the Night Class. I shall inform the headmaster tomorrow. But for now, you will remain here. Or I shall ensure you regret it.'

He left Yvelta fuming quietly at the bottom of the stairwell, closing the door at the top and plunging her into complete darkness.

The next day, Yvelta was taken to see the headmaster. After a brief meeting, in which he seemed a little perplexed about her need to be in the night class when she wasn't strictly a vampire, she was given a uniform and taken to the Moon Dorms. The other vampires gave her odd looks. They were decidedly wary of her. As they should be. She smirked at the thought.

Hanabusa was lolling on a couch, but he sat upright when he saw her. There was shock on his face, and confusion. What on earth was she doing here? It made no sense. She must have threatened Kaname somehow.

Yvelta ignored him, not wanting to draw attention to his reaction, and headed straight for her room. She was the only one not sharing, and as a result her room was rather small, but she didn't mind. As long as she was alone, she would be happy. Solitude was her solace.