Author Note: Here's your world apart, Takuma epilogue. This has some spoilers if you haven't read... um, up to 7 of the manga? Or watched Vampire Knight Guilty. So if you don't want spoilers, don't read it, ok? Also, for those who have read the part I mean, I know it doesn't work like this. Ok? I made it work like this for the story. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight. I make no profit from this.

We were 23 when it happened.

"Takuma?" I asked softly. "Takuma, how come you've never bitten me?"

My husband looked at me with shocked green eyes. "I thought you didn't want me to..."

"I wish you would..." I took a step closer to him. "I love you... I want you to..."

Takuma swept me up in his arms like he did when we were young, heading for our room. He gave me a faint smile. He never shot me a fake smile anymore; he had learned that it was better to show me his real feelings.

As he laid me down on our bed, he lay beside me and brushed away the collar of my shirt. "You're sure about this?" His spring-leaf green eyes were so worried, more worried than anything else.

"I'm positive... it's the one thing we haven't done... I want you to." I brushed my shoulder-length hair away from my neck for him.

"It'll hurt for a minute." He warned. "Sorry in advance."

"Takuma, don't worry so much." I watched him slowly lean into my neck, felt the small pop as his fangs entered my neck, but no severe pain.

I made a small noise in the back of my throat as something, something inside of me began to unfurl. I felt two of my teeth sharpen into fangs. What was going on?

Takuma was staring at me, blood on his lips. He had pulled away as soon as I cried out, and he was staring at me in complete shock.

I felt odd, not bad, but definitely different. My throat felt like someone had used a blow dryer on it though, scraped, raw and dry.

"Yuuki..." Takuma said my name two more times and then said an interesting combination of swearwords I had never heard him say before.

"What... what happened?" It hurt to talk. It hurt to breathe. My throat was on fire now, like someone had coated it in gasoline and thrown a match. Air made it worse. Swallowing made it worse. I wondered vaguely if Takuma had punctured my esophagus, but he was too careful for that.

"Yuuki..." Takuma whispered and I worried he was just going to start saying my name again. "I don't know how... but you're a pureblood..."

"I can't be..." I mumbled but the blood on Takuma's lips, I could smell it. And it smelled good, it smelled really good.

"You need blood." My husband told me. I was shaking hard, but he guided my mouth to his throat.

I could hear his blood pulsing under his skin. I could smell it, and I was thirsty. Still, I couldn't make myself do it, it was too sudden.

"Yuuki, do it." Takuma pressed my mouth against his throat, his hand in my hair.

"I can't... I'll hurt you..." The shaking got worse, and I tentatively pressed the tips of my fangs against his neck. He didn't flinch, so I pressed a little harder and the fangs broke the skin.

Takuma's blood was the best thing I had ever tasted. I only drank a little, I was paranoid about drinking too much I guess. And then I pulled away.

"Yuuki... you don't remember your past, right?" Takuma said, unbothered by the blood still trickling from his neck.

"No. Not before..." I took a deep breath; I was married, for God's sake. "Before I met Kaname anyway."

"It's odd..." Takuma fingered my hair, which, oddly had grown out to my waist. "Because... you look just like Kaname's mother now."

"What?" I asked. "You think I was related to Kaname?"

"If you're really a pureblood, it looks like it..." Takuma hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you so much. It must be a shock... it's shocking to me anyway."

I cuddled close to him, tears rolling down my face. Because even if I was crying, my soul wasn't iced over anymore. I could feel. And I was in love, no matter where the truth lay.

Author Note: Personally, I like this one better. Eh, your choice. Tell me what you think? Thank you for reading.