A third oneshot for "Vampire Host Club". I'm not sure what to write though. I got a request for MorixHaruhi, so I'm testing this out. Although it might end up as something totally off.

Disclaimer: You know it already, I don't own Ouran Host Club.

Confessions of a Teenage Vampire Hunter

Vampires. Both human and animal in nature. Beautiful and graceful, yet cruel creatures. Many stories have been written about them, many movies have been made about them. But do they exist? Are they just a figment of the imagination?

No, the reality is this: Vampires do exist, and they do hunt humans. But humans hunt vampires as well. It's an endless struggle to see which species can terminate the other and survive. Brutal? Yes. Exciting? Yes. Difficult? No duh.

Confession: I am a vampire hunter. It's in my family line, and I was raised that way. The only reason I live is to slay vampires in this bloody war.

"You called for me?" I asked the leader of the World Organization of Vampire Extermination (aka WOVE, yes it sounds stupid) as I walked into his office. He nodded and motioned for me to take a seat, which I did.

"Fujioka Haruhi. I have two things I would like to discuss. First," he pushed his glasses up,

"Congratulations on your last mission! You did so well! Sensei is so proud of you, Haruhi!" I sighed. Such a cheerful, overdramatic mood was common from Sensei. I had at least learned that much from my three years here. Sensei quickly became serious- no surprise there either- and continued, "Second, I have another mission for you. There have been rumors circulating for some time that there may be vampires among the human students in Ouran High School."

"So basically, I have to disguise myself as one of their students, then determine whether the rumors are true. If they are, then I have to slay the vampires. Correct?"

"Exactly. Will you accept?"

"Sure. Why not?" I stood to leave.

"A piece of advice, Haruhi.," Sensei said, "Be careful because these vampires must be special if they can hide among humans for so long."

"I will."

Morning . . .

I observed Ouran High School from the main gate. It lived up to its name of prestige. For the past two nights, I spent my time researching Ouran and memorizing its floor plan. Now it's time for the real thing, and to be honest, I felt overwhelmed. The place was bigger and grander than I expected. I didn't know where to start- well, actually, I already planned to check out the general student body first, then move on to the teams and clubs. So I walked into the school, in my male uniform which I had sprayed with a special perfume made to imitate the smell of blood and only able to be picked up by a vampire's sensitive nose.

Confession: I am insecure about my gender. On my missions, I always dress like a boy. Call me gender-biased, but I feel weak if people know that I am a girl. Of course, Sensei knows this, and so did my family and friends before they were killed.

I quickly scanned the class for any potential candidates to be vampires . . . no . . . no . . . maybe? My eyes settled on these twins in the middle of the room. They seemed to be pretty popular, especially with the girls in the class, and unusually good-looking. Also the fact that they turned their heads fast enough to give them a whiplash when I walked into the room made me 99% sure they were vampires.

I walked to an empty seat in the back of the classroom and gently put my bag down- I didn't want to damage my gun or for it to make a clanking sound. Luck was on my side, for I had chosen the seat in between the twins without knowing it. Throughout the morning, they were restless and I could feel their eyes on me. So, already two vampires in my homeroom class, and they probably know if there are any others. Heh, this was easier than I thought.

Lunch . . .

I sat at an empty table in the cafeteria, observing the students. Nothing seemed to be out of place- it looked like any other high school cafeteria. My eyes traveled back to the twins, who were now sitting with some other guys. Could they be vampires, too? They were all unusually good-looking, and carried themselves differently from the other students- they looked like hidden royalty. I caught them glancing at me every so often. Hmm, I wonder what their relationship to each other is. Are they friends because they're all vampires? Or is there something else to it? Just then, I overheard two girls sitting at the table next to mine say something about the twins and some 'Host Club'. I was pretty sure they were talking about the vampires, since I couldn't see any other twins around. I made a mental note to myself to check out this Host Club.

After-school . . .

I sat in the school library and searched on the school's website for the Host Club. 'A group of handsome guys with too much time on their hands entertaining girls who also have too much time on their hands' was how the school website described this club. I clicked on a link which brought me to the Host Club's official website. Sure enough, the twins and the guys they were sitting with during lunch were in this club. How could this have escaped my notice before? I scolded myself for overlooking this. After reading everyone's profiles and customer reviews, I knew what I had to do- visit this Host Club for myself.

I walked down an empty hallway and snuck into a girl's bathroom. I hope there are no security cameras in the bathroom! Thankfully, no one was inside. I quickly changed into the girl's uniform (yes, I carried the girl's uniform around with me the entire day, along with a bunch of other seemingly useless items. But it proved to be useful) and put on a wig for long wavy chestnut hair. I also put on light make-up and color contacts to make my eyes appear green. Finally, I switched my school bag. This should be convincing enough, I thought when I looked at myself in the mirror- I looked nothing like how I did during class.

I stood in front of the Third Music Room.

Confession: To be painfully honest, I was nervous. How would I slay the vampires? Sensei told me to be careful. And that meant a lot, since I'm usually perfectly fine, even on the most dangerous missions.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I was greeted by a sweet breeze with rose petals and voices saying in unison, "Welcome!" Whoa, I didn't expect this! When the shock faded, I understood why Sensei told me to be careful. The Host Club was . . . how should I describe them? . . . how about every girl's dream? They were even more beautiful up close. Definitely vampires.

"Oh? A new face, I believe? What is your name, beautiful stranger whom I've never seen?" Tamaki asked. I knew all the Hosts from my research.

"Kokoro," I replied softly, using a pseudonym.

"What a beautiful name! Who would you like to be your Host today?" He seemed to be the most idiotic of the six, so I chose him. I thought about what I would do. Tamaki is overly dramatic and optimistic, Kyouya is extremely smart and manipulative, Hikaru and Kaoru are mischievous so they'll probably foil my plans, Hunny is a martial arts expert behind his cute facade, and Mori just intimidates me. Damn, I wish I was taller.

While I thought of a good plan with half my mind, the other half was observing and acting. I had to look innocent and blend in with the other girls. I smiled and laughed, and pretended to fall head over heels in love with Tamaki. Truthfully, I did admire all the Hosts for being able to disguise themselves and blend into society so well. I was sure no human who wasn't a vampire hunter could ever distinguish them from the human species. How can they act so naturally and smile the way they do?

Confession: I never smile or laugh for real. I was raised to always be on my guard and never let my emotions be known by others. I basically lack any self-identity. Not even I know who I am. Everything is forced, and surprisingly, I'm okay with it. I am afraid to let my emotions out, because I don't know what would happen if I do.

A thought nagged at the back of my mind. Someone was constantly glancing at me, I was sure of it. I didn't know who it was, definitely one of the Hosts, but which one? Did I still smell like blood? No, I wasn't wearing the perfume anymore. Did I look like how I did this morning? No, impossible- my disguise was too different. Then what is it? Could whoever that was staring at me know I was a vampire hunter? That didn't seem possible either. Forget it. If it was a vampire, then he'll be removed from the face of this earth by tomorrow, or by the day after tomorrow at the latest. Yes, this would be a breeze. So why did Sensei tell me to be careful? I was pretty sure I had everything figured out, but I felt like I was missing something, something unbelievably important.

The evening . . .

I evaluated in my head my plan to slay the Host Club as I sat in the hotel restaurant, waiting for the server to bring my order. My eyes wandered around the restaurant, and settled on the most surprising person. Tall, dark, and mysterious, I nearly mistook him for Mori from the Host Club. I chuckled to myself, amused with my own occasional stupidity. But a second glance told me I wasn't so stupid- it really was Mori from the Host Club. What was he doing here? I felt both fear and anger take hold of me, two emotions I had ignored for a long time.

Confession: I have paranoia to the extreme. It's just that I'm a pro at hiding it. After all, this type of a lifestyle (being a vampire hunter) requires playing with the thread between life and death on a daily basis. Welcome to my world; it's survival of the fittest here.

Then I laughed again, this time at my paranoia- why should I be afraid? It's not like he can recognize me or anything- I was just another stranger at some table in the restaurant. Or so I thought- he turned his gaze toward me, and I found myself staring into his obsidian eyes, unable to turn away. He knew who I was. For some reason unknown to me, my heart skipped a beat. For a split second, his eyes turned a deep shade of red. Why? A warning . . . appraisal . . . trying to intimidate me?

Later in the evening . . .

I sat in my hotel room waiting for my laptop to turn on. When it finally did, I quickly attached the webcam and clicked on the message button. A screen popped up, showing the back of a dark chair. Whoever sat in it quickly turned around- it was Sensei.

"Sorry about that, Haruhi. Any news?" he asked.

"Yeah," I told him everything I learned since stepping into Ouran. When I finished my story, Sensei looked thoughtful for some moments, then said, "Host Club? That sounds interesting. But to slay six vampires- that's a difficult task for one hunter. Do you need any backup?"

"No, thanks Sensei. I'll be alright on my own," I replied.

Confession: I am fiercely independent. That could be good or bad. The good part is that I can work well on my own, and I know how to get things done. The bad part is that I find it difficult to work well with others.

"And watch out for the one you saw at the restaurant. My advice is to get rid of him first and foremost if you're really worried."

"Yeah, I know. I'm going now. I'll keep you updated," I shut the laptop and closed my eyes. I saw in my head, as clear as if they had been in front of me, the Host Club. Try as I might, I couldn't get the image out of my head. I drifted off into sleep, and had the strangest dream- the Host Club wasn't comprised of vampires, I wasn't a vampire hunter, and we were the best of friends. It was a pleasant dream, but I couldn't understand why I had that sort of dream.

The next day . . .

Wait for it . . . wait for it . . . just keep waiting. I looked at my watch. Damn, I've waited a long time. Why hasn't anyone come out yet? The Host Club finished and the customers came out over half an hour ago! It shouldn't take that long to clean the room and leave. Even though I had many experiences where extensive patience was needed, my patience level was near explosive by now.

I heard the door click. Finally!

"You think she's a vampire hunter?" a male asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Suddenly transferring here with no reason, a strong scent of blood but no wound, disguising herself as a boy then as any other girl in the school- everything points to being a vampire hunter," another male replied. Was my disguise not good enough? Damn, I should have dealt with them yesterday.

"So how come nothing happened to any of us yet? Aren't vampire hunters supposed to kill any humans suspected to be vampires quickly?"

"I don't know."

I came out of hiding and pulled the trigger on my gun. A bullet lodged itself in Hikaru's shoulder.

"Ahh! Sh*t!" he cried out in pain, but I knew the bullet didn't pierce any vital tissue.

"Hikaru!" Kaoru exclaimed while steadying his brother. The look of pain mixed with concern on his face was strangely familiar to some memory buried deep in the back of my mind. His eyes flashed bright red for such a short moment it was debatable whether anything change had occurred. I could feel the tension in the atmosphere, and I knew I had to hurry up and kill them. But there was something holding my finger still, not allowing it to pull the trigger again. Was it because they looked strangely human at that moment? Could I have possibly made a mistake in judgement? No, that was not possible. They were most definitely vampires, but there was just something slightly off about this situation.

"Tell me the truth. What exactly are you, besides a vampire?" I demanded, looking into Kaoru's eyes.

"I guess you could say that we are dhampyrs," replied a voice which I did not expect. Out from the shadows stepped Tamaki and Kyouya.

"So I assume we are correct in concluding that you are a vampire hunter? Fujioka Haruhi?" Kyouya stated rather than asked. Damn it, so that's what took them so long. But as a vampire hunter, am I qualified to kill dhampyrs? Well, at least that explains how they were able to blend in with the student body at Ouran High School for so long.

"Well, now that we all know the other's identity, what do you suppose we should do? I don't want to kill you, since you technically are not vampires," I said while putting my gun away, "But I would suggest you all leave this area high in human population, although you probably knew that already."

"We have no intention of hurting anyone. We just want to stay in a place where we are not completely rejected," I heard the calm voice of Mori approach from behind. With him was Hunny no doubt.

Confession: I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Could you blame me? The situation was just so strange! Here we are, six dhampyrs and one vampire hunter, and none of us are fighting- instead we're talking to each other. The reason? It was because we all instinctively knew that we were rejected by the rest of society. Yes, dhampyrs would never be accepted by vampires or humans, and vampire hunters were not truly accepted by humans- there was some invisible barrier between vampire hunters and humans of other professions. I found a strange comfort in knowing that the Host Club and I were, in a way, the same.

The soft light from the setting sun bathed us in a warm, dreamlike state. I was conflicted, but this time it was whether I should leave, not how I should remove another life from the face of the earth. I felt the urge to stay within this group of rejects, where I could finally feel acceptance after living such a solitary life.

But I turned to leave anyway. I should be more concerned with how to explain this to Sensei! How will he react? Would he scold me for not killing the dhampyrs?

That night . . .

"They were dhampyrs, Sensei," I informed him via webcam, "And so I didn't kill them. Should I have?"

"Dhampyrs," he repeated to himself, "that is quite the controversial topic among us vampire hunters." Sensei went on with some information about dhampyrs, but I zoned out after the phrase "us vampire hunters."

"Anyway, Haruhi," Sensei concluded, "Since they haven't caused any trouble so far, I suppose your decision not to kill them is alright. But stay in that area for some more days, just so we are on the safe side."

"Sure thing, Sensei."

Confession: I am lonely. I am confused. I am scared- of being confused. When I am confused, I don't know what to do. Then I am careless and I make mistakes.

Why was it that the word "us" could have such a powerful effect on me? "Us"- who is this "us"? I didn't have any true friends among vampire hunters. I didn't associate with normal humans. And obviously I didn't associate with vampires.

But, dhampyrs. The same powers as vampires, but without the weaknesses, right? That means they could sense others emotions, which is probably why they were able to successfully blend in for so long. And Mori put into words exactly how I felt at that time- "We just want to stay in a place where we are not completely rejected". A place where we are not completely rejected, huh? It was a nice thought, which I fell asleep to.

Two days later . . .

Tired of staying in the hotel for two days with nothing to do besides feeling crestfallen and bored, I went out for a walk. A group of girls walked by, and I assumed they were friends since they were all smiling and laughing. A strange feeling of wanting to be included in a group washed over me.

No, it was unacceptable. The fact that I let a mere encounter with a group of dhampyrs make me feel lonely was unacceptable. How could I have been so stupid? I should have just killed them all anyway. They were unworthy of living, just like me. Then a thought pushed out from the dark recesses of my mind and into my head- why am I living anyway? What was the point? There was no one for me to live for. The world doesn't need me to continue- the sun will keep shining, the earth will keep spinning, and lives will continue to be lost anyway. Neither the human nor vampire species will ever be completely eradicated, so what was the point of this futile struggle?

Without meaning to, I found myself at the front gates of Ouran High School. What a huge change in perspective a mission could make! Without a mission on my mind, the school looked so many times more welcoming, especially on this spring day.

How were they doing after our encounter? I wondered. As I stared up at the building, I felt a presence approach me from behind. I turned to meet none other than the stoic figure of Mori. Neither one of us moved, and we silently acknowledged each other.

"Tell me," I started, "How do I feel right now?"

"Confused," he replied bluntly, then continued, "Part of you feels lonely, but the rest of you is ignoring the loneliness. You want some confirmation of your loneliness, but you don't want to admit it. There is also something similar to a hollow spot within your sphere of emotions- I can't discern the emotion within that spot. It eluded me that night in the restaurant, and it eludes me even now."

I nodded, though unsurely. He had put into words the feelings which I had no words for.

"I would recommend for you not to commit suicide," he added, much to my surprise, "Although life is difficult, you never know what good things may happen in the future."

"What exactly are you saying?"

"What do you think? Maybe it's time to move on." He smiled. It was a genuine smile, soft and caring. For a moment, the world seemed just a little bit nicer.

Confession: I think I'm finally losing it. Since when did someone's smile cause the world to become a nicer place? I must admit that the years of danger, stress, and solitariness are finally taking their toll.

I did the only thing I could think of at the moment. I smiled. It felt surprisingly good. Then, a long-forgotten feeling welled inside of me and manifested itself as laughter and gradually became sobbing. It was true. I wanted to belong somewhere, to have someone else to fall back on, to feel appreciated for something other than my ability to kill.

I don't know how long I stood there crying before Mori stepped over and gently patted me on the head. I felt like a small child being comforted after waking up from a nightmare. Of course, in reality, this nightmare will continue, but now there is hope of this nightmare turning into a dream. It certainly seems like a dream at this moment.

The term "taking chances" probably applies to us pretty well right about now. The fact that I was a vampire hunter, the fact that the Host Club was comprised of dhampyrs, and the future- none of that mattered now. We would worry about those things later, when the time came. All that mattered now was the happiness of finding a place to belong. All I had to do now was to continue living in this dream.

Author's note: Whoa, this one was long! Sorry it turned out so long, but the story just kept changing and growing. So was it MorixHaruhi enough? Reviews please?