Silver Night

By: A Really Big Idiot

What enraged Yuki more than anything else was the fact that Kaname didn't seem the least bit sorry for what he had done. There wasn't a hint of remorse for his actions. There wasn't a hint of shame. And to realize that she had given this monster of a man the little she had left of her broken heart almost drove her to suicide.

She had not known. She had believed in him and trusted him for so long. She was even grateful that he still looked after her, when she'd lost herself.

But it was her brother and husband who had killed the man she'd loved. It was his actions that made her unknowingly starve and killed the unborn child in her womb that she hadn't known was there. Yuki had lost one of the last thing Zero left to her because of her blind desperation. She didn't notice the signs – she'd just thought – I have to find him. I have to find him. He always found me, so now it's my turn to find him.

But because of Kaname, she'd killed one of the very few things she had left of Zero.

A baby.

A baby that could have had his silver hair and purple eyes. A baby that could have had his nose and ears. A baby who could have given her Zero's trademark small smile when he was happy or her cute frown when she was displeased. She could have been comforted and not gone mad those five lost years if that baby had lived.

Sometimes, Yuki would imagine to herself that Zero was alive and was right next to her - talking to her. She would be outside, in a park, at a shopping center, or at a museum, and she would imagine the strange and funny conversations they might have had.

If they were waiting in a line at a supermarket, Yuki could imagine Zero raising a cheeky eyebrow at her and say, "You know, I think that man in front of us in the green shirt is cheating on his wife with that woman."

Yuki would act shocked. "That's terrible – what is the world coming to?" Then she would slowly process what he had said. "Hey! How would you even know that?"

Zero would teasingly smile at her. "He has a fresh tan line on his ring finger, but there is no ring."

"Oh." She would say. "Why in the world would a man cheat on his wife?"

"Because a man can." Zero would smirk at her then.

Yuki would mock growl at him. "If you ever cheated on me, I'll skin you!"

"I know. However, I would be too tired to cheat." Zero would then smile at her. "You take up all my time and energy, Yuki."

Sometimes, she'd imagined he would lay right next to her in bed, and they'll discuss their daily lives together.

"I just read a wonderful book!" Yuki would say.

Zero would roll his eyes. "The last time you said that it was about that dreadful book Twilight!" Then he would mysteriously wiggle his eyebrows. "However, there is a resemblance between that girl Bella and you."

"Hey! I can fight and defend myself!"

"Sure you can...until I come and save you." He would smirk.

Yuki's thoughts would then turn dark. "You can't save me anymore."

Illusion Zero would look at her with sad purple eyes and say, "I'm so sorry, Yuki."

Yuki pulled herself deepen into her bed and shut the world out. Zero wasn't there to protect her anymore. Once upon a time, a innocent girl loved a silver-haired knight...but her shinning knight was lost to her forever.

And it was her own dark prince who had taken him away.

But that dark prince wasn't even the slightest bit regretful of about his past actions. He even expected her to come back to him, and he thought life would go on as usual.

Yuki would hit him where it hurt.

"Seiren, please come here." Yuki called out. The purple-haired woman came into Yuki's bedroom immediately. Once she had been loyal to Kaname and served him with all her heart. How things changed with time...Seiren was loyal to Yuki now, and only death would stop the woman's service to her.

"Yes, my lady?" Seiren quietly asked.

"Please call Rima Touya. I want her to draft up some legal papers for me."

Seiren blinked. "Rima is a lawyer now, Yuki, but she specializes in divorces."

Yuki looked Seiren hard in the eye. "I know, Seiren. That's why I want her. I'm getting a divorce."

Chapter Seven: Restart

When Silver opened his eyes again, he looked at the ceiling.

So...he was raped.

This was the seven hundred and sixty-fourth time, wasn't it?

Silver raised himself with his elbows and noted the dull pain inside him. Well, if he were to compare from previous experiences, this time it wasn't as bad as the other times. He'll be completely healed by tomorrow night and ready for further action. The rapid blood loss experienced during this event was probably what pushed him closer to death's door plus the major wounding from the various claw marks. He wasn't raped for at least seven years before this event. The unpleasantness of the entire episode was something Silver wasn't willing to experience again.

A brief thought occurred to Silver that such an event to a complete and free person would be downright traumatizing and horrifying. However, for Dolls, this was merely a simple and common occupational hazard. If one wanted to survive in this life, one needed to gather such memories and lock it away in the deepest and darkest part of their minds completely. Otherwise that person wouldn't be able to cope, and his or her life soon end.

Still, Silver tried to process exactly what had happened for this event to transpire. After all, he hadn't expected it – not by a long shot – but now, he would have to deal with this latest twist in the entire game.

Contrary to popular opinion, rape was about power, rather than true sexual pleasure or desire. When a person raped another, it was a power play in order for the villain to reestablish his or hers identify, pride, and ego. This usually happens whe that villain felt a loss of control over something important to them, and the victim was just in the right place at the wrong time. The message and intent of a rape were simple: I am not powerless, if I can hurt and control you.

However, victims, in general, tend not to see it that way. He remembered some of the words other Dolls who had just experienced this new type of horror would cry to themselves and say things like: What did I do to deserve that? What did I do wrong? Is something wrong with me for that person to want to do that?

Those were useless and stupid questions really.

Rape was about power, and what better way to express your power then subjecting a lesser valued member of society to a torture you could never be harmed or punished for? Dolls were the lowest of the low in vampire society. If a vampire of any level had tried such a thing against his or hers equal, the consequence was had been huge. But against a Doll? Nonsense, many would say, aren't sex and pleasure the reason why they existed in the first place? Why would such a creature even think to say no? In the minds of many, a Doll couldn't be raped. In fact, it simply wasn't possible to rape them.

Nevertheless, being logically about this, didn't really help the feeling of violation a completed person felt. He'd watch dozens of Dolls kill themselves after experiencing such events. Silver mildly wondered if he would try to kill himself in the future as well, once he became a complete person and had the normal emotional response that accompanied such actions.

However, for a king to want to do such a common and base act, Silver needed to reassess the entire situation and reformulate his plans. Silver was mildly curious as to what set his master king off and thus he tried to remember his strange drunken rambles during the event.

"I'm the second choice." Second choice in what? Was there some sort of competition that his master was engaged in?

"Why am I the second choice? I've always loved her!" Ah. A quarrel over a woman. Well, great wars have been started over such things in the past. "How could I be the second choice? I took care of her!" What type of woman was she to inspire such a negative reaction? His master was married, so perhaps the woman was his wife? That didn't make much sense at all. Shouldn't a wife return a husband's love if she agreed to marry him? If that was the case, then perhaps there was trouble in the marriage bed?

Silver hadn't left his new room since he arrived here and the only contact he had of the outside world involved three people – the Butler Rio, his new master, and that strange girl whose face triggered the memory of a dream within a dream. Clearly, things were transpiring that he had no idea how to react to. If the feud was between his master and his wife – how could he take advantage of such a situation? Silver needed to get more information about his environment. Ignorance in this new circle of the world was apparently very deadly. His master was a king and a pure-blood. He could have easily killed Silver last night and not a person would have cared. Silver had no allies, information, weapons, or understanding in this new dark palace.

"How could you be the first choice? How? A cursed vampire hunter. A lowly Level D. A fool and a wretch." Now these words puzzled him and make Silver even more confused and worried. He was not a vampire hunter. He was a Doll. His new master had to have understood that, or he wouldn't have kept Silver in the first place. Thus, Silver could only come to the conclusion that something about himself reminded his master of this vampire hunter he obviously greatly disliked.

Isn't that a troubling thought?

Silver didn't know what he could do about this sudden unexpected piece of information. If Silver reminded his new master of this rival enemy for a woman his master desperately desired, how exactly was he supposed to manage it?

"Now you are nothing more than a whore. A used and willing whore is what you are, and I'm the second choice? A King the second choice?" Well, isn't a willing whore what the Doll industry condition society to think them as? That idea wasn't new at all. However, the real problem, for Silver at least, was that his master seemed to be transferring his immense dislike for this vampire hunter onto Silver himself. That was a problem he needed to rectify immediately. Silver had to make himself entire distinct and different in the mind of his new master so that this transference of ill regard he had for the hunter wasn't placed on himself.

"Your blood tastes like a virgin, Kiryu." And who in the world was Kiryu? Was it the vampire hunter's name? "No wonder your previous johns desired you so much." Well, that was a typically statement. "Kiryu, the whore, who tastes like a pure virgin." Well, Silver did take much care with his blood. During the second decade of his enslavement, one of his masters had been an odd-ball scientist. After Silver had managed to survive the torture of his odd experiments and had successfully captured the evil man's heart, Silver had created a potion that helped his blood mimic virgin blood. After he had successfully seduced the man's rival, he'd had that master murdered and had an easier captivity with that other scientist until his ownership was transferred again. Coming to think about it, he would need to create that tonic very soon, his tri-monthly prescription date was coming up.

On the other hand, another thought occurred to Silver. He wasn't entirely sure but he strongly believed the despised vampire hunter's name was Kiryu.

Kiryu.

Something inside Silver was triggered. Kiryu. Kiryu. Kiryu. That name sounded very familiar. He'd obviously heard of it before. Was it in one of the books he'd read over the years? Kiryu. Kiryu. Kiryu.

"...Kiryu!" Suddenly, the memory of a bright female voice whispering in his ear shocked him.

Almost immediately, Silver felt the beginnings of a terrible headache and a sharp pain in his chest. He held his breath for a moment and fell back on the bed. A feeling of nausea over took him and he became very distressed. After the odd moment of sickness passed, Silver opened his eyes and wondered what had trigger the sudden odd sickness. It wasn't the memory of the that vile man, or the potion. That sickness was triggered by the name of that vampire hunter! The name of that vampire hunter was...what again?

Silver pulled at his memories again and couldn't remember the name he just remembered. Impossible. He'd trained his memory to remember anything and everything that surrounded him. How could he have just forgotten that name? He only felt this way when his true self stole away a key to his identity whenever he stumbled upon something that reminded him of something he couldn't place.

Suddenly enraged, Silver realized that had just happened again.

This always happened whenever he just found a clue, even a small simple clue, about his true nature! His true self would just delete away the moment/clue. A feeling of pain over took him then. It wasn't fair! It wasn't right that he was his own worst enemy!

Pressing his lips together tightly, Silver vowed to himself, that he would find a clue that would be the very key to unlocking his true self. It would be a key so overwhelming, so brilliant, and so wondrous that his true self wouldn't be able to disregard and hide that key ever again.

Irritated beyond belief, Silver tried to distance himself from his darkly turning thoughts. There was a time and place for everything after all.

So, after this little analysis, what has Silver Night learned and could conclude from this entire event?

His master, who was a vampire pure-blood king, was fighting a battle over his wife with a vampire hunter. Reality surely was stranger than fiction. What would a vampire queen being doing with a vampire hunter in the first place? Could she possibly be plotting her husband's murder? Very, very curious. Perhaps it would be in Silver's best interest to form an alliance with that woman? If he did, he could get revenge for what had occurred last night.

Ah, possibilities.

Besides that, he, Silver himself, reminded the king of this rival vampire hunter? Well, that surely couldn't be for the time being. He had to distance himself as entirely different from that vampire hunter as much as possible. It really wouldn't do for Silver to be accidentally killed, if his current master went on another enraged tirade because of the man.

A plan formed, and a cold smile curled around Silver's lips.

Yes, he knew exactly what to do to make himself completely distinct and different in the mind of his new master. He formed a plan that could be based on either his master's guilty or shame. Whatever emotional response was triggered in his master because of such an action didn't really matter to Silver – Silver would deal with it and survive.

He decided to reset his plan of action.

He would take his master's guilt and shame and built him a mental prison of his own sin. Silver would whisper the lies his master wanted to believe and trap him forever.

To Be Continued.