A/N: Been thinking (I know, never a good thing) and after some deliberation this will not have a Zero/Yuuki pairing. End pairing is still Kaname/OC. Don't worry, Zero will get the love he needs and deserves before this is over, too. Promise. Special thanks to Guest, shanty-lol, and 22lenz for reviewing.


Disclaimer: Matsuri Hino owns VK, I only own my OC's and make no profit from this. Cover art also doesn't belong to me.


trust no one


Sleep didn't come easily that night.

She was restless, constantly shifting in an attempt to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress. The acid-green numbers of her alarm clock read '5:03 am' when Moira decided she had tossed and turned enough and got up to begin her morning routine.

Shindo was snoring softly; a puddle of drool was on the pillow and she was splayed out on her belly like a starfish. Most of the blankets had slid to the floor and Moira knelt, gathering the soft fabric and tucked them back around the younger girl. A sound reminiscent of a purr came from her roommate as Shindo rolled over, effectively cocooning herself in the blankets before the snoring began once more.

Moira exhaled softly through her nose at the sight. Shindo reminded her of her younger twin brother; always hogging the bed and covers when they were growing up.

She frowned at the thought. Moira didn't think Mason had killed their older siblings. Not saying he couldn't but she honestly didn't think he had the guts to do so. He had always been a bit of a coward, always hiding behind Moira at social events and rarely speaking unless addressed.

Maybe he finally grew a pair and decided he was done being ignored by them?

Moira clicked her tongue softly at that. While it was true that Cora and Sam tended to dote on Moira more than him, it wasn't as though he had been abused or neglected. He was well aware that if he needed something, all he had to do was ask and he would receive it. He had never been good at expressing his emotions, even around his family, more content to stay to himself.

She dragged her hands through her hair, stretching her arms over her head with a tired groan as she entered the small washroom. The cafeteria didn't begin serving breakfast until 7:00, meaning she had nearly two hours to kill.

I should get familiar with the grounds. You know, for when the council comes for me and I need some way to escape.

"The council is not coming for me any time soon," Moira said softly, looking into the mirror hanging over the sink. She ignored the way her reflection's eyes glimmered ruby for a moment before fading to blue.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth Moira entered the main bedroom once more. Shindo was still snoozing away, meaning Moira could get dressed in peace. She opted for the same pair of sweatpants she'd worn the day before and her tennis shoes, topping off her outfit with a black and hot pink hoodie depicting an 'Underarmour' logo.

She swept her hair into a high ponytail, letting her bangs frame her face and pocketed her dorm key. She didn't honestly need it but figured she couldn't risk using any vampire abilities during her stay in the Sun Dorms, especially with the Level D that attended the Day Class.

Zero, was it?

After dressing, she slipped her headphones on, cycling through her music for a moment before a slow smile spread over her lips. She decided to follow Passion Pit's advice that morning and just take a walk…


The campus was larger than she had initially realized. Moira let her feet take her where they wished, through a wooded area and past a small lake. It appeared that walls surrounded the academy and a pained hiss escaped her lips when she reached forward and brushed her fingers against the weathered stone.

Enchanted by hunter magick? That headmaster spared no expense.

Moira pouted, sucking on the tips of her fingers to ease the sting. She examined her hand after a few moments though the welts had already faded, leaving her creamy skin unblemished.

Good thing the gate was open, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to enter.

"No kidding," she muttered. When she looked closer, she could see runes etched into the rock. "Would hate to see what it does to a lower level vampire if it burned me that badly."

Personally I would love to see it.

"Of course you would," she rolled her eyes, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and continued on her way.

She had made two complete laps around the campus before the sun had fully risen. It was honestly more like a fortress than a school and Moira found herself wondering if that had been Cross's intent or if that was how the building was before it came into his possession.

She had just started to head back to her dormitory to get dressed when the pungent scent of blood, ozone, and decay reached her nose.

Son of a bitch…

She pulled her hood up to shield her face, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she cloaked her vampiric side, praying she acted fast enough.

Moira strayed over to the far end of the pathway, putting as much distance as she could between herself and the Night Class. They paid her no mind, allowing her to pass by with little incident, too focused on returning to their dorms for the evening to care about her.

That was close.

'Yes, it was,' she thought to herself, breathing a sigh of relief before feeling a hand grasp her arm.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" she heard a male voice address her.

Rotting flesh, mint, lavender.

"I don't believe so," she replied, pulling her arm free from his grasp, turning to face the vampire.

"Forgive me for being so rude. It's just odd to see a Day Class student wandering the campus so early," he gave her a pleasant smile that made her skin crawl.

"I am a new student. I just arrived yesterday," she said calmly.

Level B.

He had wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was beautiful, like all vampires, smile holding a boyish charm.

Wow, his eyes are seriously blue. Like, full on Prince Charming, field of cornflower, perfect, cloudless sky blue. Someone should name a crayon after the guy or something*.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Hanabusa Aido. And you are-?" he trailed off, cocking his head to the side.

Have to watch out for this one; he seems like a troublemaker.

"Hungry for breakfast, actually, so if you don't mind I will be taking my leave," Moira stated, turning sharply on her heel as she bid a hasty retreat from the blond noble. She made it all of ten feet away before hearing him chuckle.

"I do like girls with fire," she heard him say softly before he took a deep breath. "Mm, I'll have to sample you at some point."

How dare he-!?

Moira swallowed tightly, canines beginning to lengthen into sharp points, eyes flickering between garnet and sapphire. It took everything she had to silence her vampiric nature, instincts screaming at her to discipline the mouthy aristocrat and remind him of his place.

I will tear him limb from limb next we meet.

Moira didn't bother silencing the beast that time, focusing on calming herself before she did something she would regret.

Like tearing his head clean from his shoulders and displaying it on a pike for all to see?

'This is the 21st century, you know we don't display our enemies' heads on pikes anymore,' she thought to herself.

Perhaps it would be a better world if we did…

Moira simply rolled her eyes when the beast fell silent, probably sulking as it was wont to do when it didn't get its way.

It was nearly 7 am by the time Moira returned to the Sun Dorms. She had taken another lap around the school in an attempt to calm herself before getting ready for her day.

Not bothering with the key Moira waved her hand dismissively before the knob, utilizing telekinesis to unlock the door. Shindo was still asleep which wasn't surprising, considering class didn't start until 9:00am.

She got dressed, examining herself in the mirror that hung on Shindo's wardrobe. Moira spun around, letting her skirt flare out around her. While the uniform was cute, it was a little conservative for her liking. Some tailoring was in order when she got back from class that afternoon.

Moira brushed her hair, electing on a twisted side ponytail once more to cover one side of her neck, using a silver and pearl jeweled clip to secure it. Moira made sure her bag was in order, tucking her bottle of blood tablets behind a shoebox on one of her wardrobe shelves.

Moira took a seat on her bed and waited for her roommate to wake.

It was eight o'clock when Shindo began to stir. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes sleepily before looking over at Moira. "O-oh, good morning."

"Good morning," she replied cordially, crossing her legs demurely at the ankles and set her hands neatly in her lap.

"Have you been awake long?" Shindo asked, yawning widely.

"No," she lied. "I got up perhaps half an hour ago."

"Ah. Will you wait for me to go with you to breakfast?"

"Of course," Moira said as the other girl began climbing out of bed.

"I won't take long. Promise," Shindo said in the middle of a yawn.

While she waited for Shindo to get ready, Moira looked down at her phone, seeing she had received a text from the other girl. When she opened it, she realized it was the picture Shindo had taken of the Kuran the night before.

"Why did you send me this?" she called to the teen in the bathroom.

"Hm?" Shindo stuck her head out the door, toothbrush in mouth. "Oh. You seemed to like him so I sent it to you last night after you went to bed."

Moira gave the other girl an uncomfortable smile. "Um, thank you?"

"Oh, don't mention it!" Shindo waved her hand dismissively, disappearing into the bathroom once more.

Moira's finger hovered over the delete button for a moment before she closed the application and slid her phone into her bag.

"Who do you like in the Night Class?" she asked in an attempt to make conversation with her roommate.

"Hm? Oh, um, well," Shindo stammered, blushing a bit when she exited the bathroom. "I mean-I don't really like any of them to be honest. I can appreciate a pretty face but I feel like that's all any of them are."

Moira arched a brow at that.

Curious but probably for the best.

"A-anyways, I'm ready if you are."

"I suppose," Moira sighed dramatically, eliciting a giggle from Shindo.

"C'mon. It won't be that bad," she assured the pureblood.

Somehow I doubt that…


"-should receive your books from the teachers in each class. Until you do, you can share mine."

"I appreciate it," Moira said, taking a bite of her yogurt. "What class do we have first?"

"Math." Moira wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Wonderful."

"Right?" Shindo agreed, tossing her apple core into the trashcan. "It doesn't help that Sato-sensei is kind of a jerk. You ready?"

"Not really," Moira replied, standing from the bench. "But I suppose I don't have a choice in the matter."

"You'll be fine," Shindo laughed, beginning to walk towards the entrance of the cafeteria. Moira trailed behind her, acutely aware of how the Day Class students were whispering about her.

"Who's she?"

"Is she new?"

"She's super pretty. I wish I had hair like that."

"She's probably a bitch."

Moira blocked them out in an attempt to keep from starting a fight her first day and settled for conjuring the illusion of a spider on one of the girl's trays.

That was petty.

'Like you're one to talk?'

She heard them all squeal in terror, nearly falling over one another in an attempt to get away from said-spider. Her lips twitched into a small smile at the sight.

"Wonder what that's all about?" she heard Shindo say distantly.

Moira shrugged casually. "I have no idea."

She fell into step alongside the bespectacled girl, memorizing the way to her homeroom. When they entered the classroom she was interested to see it was stadium-style seating like one would see in a large lecture hall.

"How many students are in our class?" she asked softly.

Shindo glanced over her shoulder. "Eh, maybe twenty or so? But the Night Class uses this lecture hall and they have more students so I think that's why it's so big-oh, good morning Shiba-sensei."

"Hello Shindo," Moira turned, seeing a tall redheaded man standing behind them. He must have been nearly 6'6, towering over her and Shindo. He studied Moira for a moment. "I don't recognize you, are you my new student?"

"Yes sir. My name is Moira Xenos," she introduced herself, bowing slightly at the waist.

"I'm Yusei Shiba, your homeroom teacher. You can call me Shiba-sensei or Yusei-sensei but to be honest I respond to almost anything," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Welcome to Cross Academy."

"Thank you sir," Moira said politely.

"So, it is custom for new students to introduce themselves to the class. You don't have to come up here in front of everyone; you can just stay by your seat."

"Don't worry. I've already prepared a speech including my name, origin, and three interesting facts about myself," Moira assured him.

Shiba-sensei laughed again. "I have a feeling you'll fit in just fine around here, Moira-san."

"I hope so," she replied with a forced smile.

"Now then, let me get some books for you. I think I have everything but the algebra and biology book; I'll have to hunt those down for you."

"She can share with me for right now if that's alright, sensei," Shindo spoke up.

"Great idea," he grinned. "Make yourself comfortable. We don't have assigned seats so feel free to sit anywhere you'd like and I'll see what I can do about those textbooks."

"Thank you sir," she said once more, following Shindo up the stairs towards the back of the classroom.

"Are you alright to sit this far back or do you want to sit closer?" Shindo asked, placing her bag down.

"This is fine," Moira assured her, taking a seat. The rest of the class began trickling in slowly, taking their seats and getting ready for their lessons.

"Alright then, let's get started," Shiba-sensei announced. "First off, I would like to introduce to you all your new classmate; Moira Xenos."

She sighed, assuming that was her cue to introduce herself. The students began whispering once more though she blocked them out, clearing her throat.

"My name is Moira Xenos," she said, drawing everyone's attention to her like moths to flame. "I am from Greece. I moved here to live with my godfather and finish my education. I like hiking, dirt bike riding, and drawing. Please take care of me."

She ended her speech with a polite bow before taking her seat once more. Her male peers were blushing from their jaws to their hairlines and the females present were staring at her with a mixture of adoration, apprehension, and loathing.

Tough crowd, eh…?

While their teacher finished taking roll call, Moira got a notebook and pencil out of her bag. She doodled in the margins of her paper, halfheartedly listening to what Shiba-sensei was saying.

Ten minutes into class and the door slammed open, revealing a disheveled brunette girl.

"S-sorry I'm late," she stammered sheepishly, giving Shiba a curt bow.

"This is the third time this week Cross-kun, and it's only Wednesday," he sighed, resting a hand on his hip. "Take your seat, please."

That must be the headmaster's daughter. She looks nothing like him. In fact, she sort of looks like the Kuran…

The petite teenager blushed, ducking her head as she made her way to her seat beside another girl with light brown hair.

"Now then, if you would all-," Shiba-sensei was interrupted once more by the door opening. "Not you too, Kiryuu-kun."

Oh, you have got to be kidding me…

Moira shrank down in her chair, pulling her aura around her tightly when her eyes landed on the silver-haired prefect she had met the night before. What were the odds they were in the same class?

Moira ground her teeth together in agitation, cursing her awful luck. Not only did she have to be careful that the Night Class didn't discover her heritage but now she had to deal with her Level D classmate. The whole operation had gone to hell in a hand basket faster than she could say 'Jack Robinson'.

Zero ignored their homeroom teacher, making his way up the stairs. Moira swallowed tightly when she felt him brush behind her seat though he said nothing, taking a seat beside the window and laid his head down on the desk, shutting his eyes.

She exhaled a soft breath she hadn't realized she was holding, turning her attention back to the front of the room.

"-see you all this afternoon. I hope you have a good day."

"Thank you, Shiba-sensei," the class chorused in unison, standing and bowing. Moira stood abruptly to bow with the other students, blushing when the sudden movement knocked her chair over with a bang, drawing everyone's attention to her once more. She may have become decently fluent in Japanese over the past two weeks but some of their customs and etiquette were still new to her.

"Are you okay?" Shindo asked her quietly when Shiba-sensei exited the room. Moira picked up her chair, setting it on all fours again.

"Y-yes. I am still learning the customs," she replied, taking her seat.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Shindo waved her hand dismissively. "You're obviously new. No one will be upset."

Moira picked up her pencil once more, resuming her doodling when their math teacher entered the room.

He was a stout, grumpy man. He may have only been 5' 1 but he carried himself like he was 6'3, demanding respect from his students.

It was a rough hour as Sato-sensei spent most of it chiding them for not knowing the answer to several equations that Moira would expect to see in multivariable calculus rather than algebra. She thought she even saw one girl tearing up in embarrassment at one point.

What an asshole.

'No kidding,' she thought, frowning.

"And here I thought this was supposed to be the AP class. I need one of you to come up here and solve this formula," he tapped the chalk against the board several times as though to emphasize his point.

Her classmates immediately began avoiding their teacher's gaze, burying their noses in their textbooks and tried to make themselves appear as small as possible.

Sato's eyes roved over the classroom several times before coming to rest on her. "You, new girl, what's your name?"

Without missing a beat, Moira replied with a sassy; "Is it not customary to give your name first before asking someone theirs, teacher?"

There was a collective gasp of horror before the room went deathly silent. Sato-sensei flushed from his jawline to his hairline (or at least what was left of it), gritting his teeth together so tightly Moira could hear the enamel begin to creak under the strain.

He looked down at the clipboard which had the seating chart for the day on it. "You are Moira Xenos?"

"Present," she replied with a polite smile.

"Where are you from?"

"Greece."

"Well, Moira-chan-."

"Only my friends may refer to me as such. You will address me as Xenos-san," Moira stated icily. She was vaguely aware of Shindo giving her sleeve a gentle tug as if to say 'please calm down' but Moira ignored her. She may have been masquerading as a human teenager but that was the thing; a wolf in sheep's clothing was still a wolf, and Moira was the most dangerous breed of them all.

To her surprise, he didn't rise to the bait and instead gave her a deceivingly pleasant smile. "Well, Xenos-san," he drawled out the honorific lazily without any hint of respect. "Will you please come to the front of the class and solve this equation?"

Moira stood from her desk, weaving her way down the stadium-style seating to the front of the lecture hall. She took the piece of chalk he was holding, rolling it around in her fingers as she stared at the board.

x=(-b±√(b^2-4ac))/2a.

She hesitated for a moment. "You don't know it, do you?"

Good grief the teacher's voice was possibly the most patronizing thing she had ever heard and she'd been around a lot of vampires.

Moira glanced over her shoulder, giving Sato-sensei a polite smile before turning back to the board, solving for 'x'. Of course she knew the god damn quadratic formula, one of her ancestors had discovered it for fuck's sake.

"That-that's correct," he stammered after a moment, looking at her work. "T-take your seat."

Moira placed the chalk down, dusting off her hands before walking back to her desk.

"That was either the coolest or stupidest thing I've ever seen," Shindo whispered to her.

"It's a fine line," she agreed, resting her hands in her lap as the bell rang.

"You realize he's going to make the rest of the year hell for you, right?"

"That's fine. I can take it. So long as he stops bullying the rest of the class," Moira assured her.

Shindo's lips twitched into a small smile at her words. "I wish I could be as confident as you, Moira-chan."

"It comes with age," she said without thinking, cracking open her English textbook.

Shindo furrowed her brow. "But you're the same age as the rest of us."

Oops.

"You know what I meant," she laughed lightly, waving her hand dismissively. "It's just that I only have one feeling and it's really hard to hurt."

Shindo giggled at that before lowering her voice. "It looks like you got someone's attention with that little stunt."

"Hm?"

Shindo nodded her head towards the window as Moira turned, seeing the Level D looking at her with thinly-veiled interest. They made eye contact though he didn't avert his gaze, if anything he held it longer than she was comfortable with.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked after a moment, tilting her head to the side in a curious manner.

Zero scoffed, rolling his eyes before turning his attention back to the window. She didn't miss the way the tips of his ears turned pink and felt her lips twitch into a smile at the sight.

How adorable.


The rest of the school day went by at a relatively decent pace until it came time for the final class of the day: history.

Having been someone who lived through the past two centuries, Moira didn't bother paying any sort of attention to the lecture, electing to sketch in her notebook instead.

"Wow, you're really good at drawing," she heard Shindo whisper. Moira glanced over to her roommate and then down at the lotus blossom she had been sketching. "How good are you at drawing people?"

"I'm alright," Moira lowered her voice, seeing their teacher give the pair a dirty look before turning back to the board to write out their homework for the day. "Why do you ask?"

"Can I…commission something from you?"

"What?"

"Will you draw something for me? If I give you some money?"

"I know what commission means, Shindo," Moira rolled her eyes, seeing Shiba-sensei enter the classroom. "I meant 'what' as in 'what do you want me to draw for you?'"

The spectacled girl gave her a pout, fussing with her glasses. "Will you draw a picture of…," she trailed off, giggling a bit before her cheeks flushed pink. "Will you draw me a picture of Kuran-senpai?"

What…?

"What?" Moira echoed the beast's exact thoughts. "I thought you didn't like anyone in the Night Class?"

"I-I don't," Shindo was quick to say, waving her hands in front of her though Moira wasn't convinced. "Please? The Disciplinary Committee can't confiscate drawings, only photos and stuff."

"What are you going to do with it?" Moira asked, arching a brow as the class stood as a unit, bowing to both teachers before being dismissed.

"N-nothing! I-I just-," she floundered for words, blushing darker.

"Relax," Moira giggled. "You turn any redder and low flying aircraft will mistake you for a warning beacon."

Shindo pouted, shoving her books into her bag a bit forcefully. "You didn't have to tease me about it."

"Hey," Moira said soothingly, infusing a bit of power into her voice in order to calm the other teen. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. I don't have a problem drawing something for you and I don't need or want anything in return." She could see the tension melt out of Shindo's shoulders at her words.

"It's okay," the other brunette immediately replied. "But you know what that means, right?"

"What's that?" Moira asked, pulling her bag onto her shoulder, seeing Shindo give her a wide grin.

"You have to come with me to see the Night Class tonight." Moira's smile fell at those words. "Photos don't do him justice. You'll have to actually see him in order to be able to fully appreciate just how handsome he is!"

Crafty little thing, isn't she…?

'No kidding…'


4000+ words for your viewing entertainment.

Italics are inner vampire/beast thoughts; 'Italics with underline' are Moira's responses to said-inner thoughts.

Hope you all enjoyed. Remember, reviews are love and let me know y'all are liking this.

By the way, I can't take credit for this quote (*). I'm not sure where I heard it but it isn't mine so I hope the original author isn't upset that I used it. Also, 'faster than you could say Jack Robinson' is a figure of speech used to represent quickness.

So...I know that students shouldn't talk to their teachers like Moira did but don't worry; actions have consequences, after all.