A/N: Thank you very much for the kind comments and faves/alerts. Happy New Year to all my wonderful readers, old and new! This chapter is mostly getting into Kaname and Zero's heads. Action is coming soon, promise! Please enjoy the read!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight, nor it's characters, it is solely the creation of the wonderfully talented Masturi Hino. I only lay claim to my original characters, plot bunnies and the idea of Bluebloods.

WARNING: This fic contains YAOI/YURI and is an M-rated story. Such themes follow in line.

When she lunged for his throat, Kaname didn't even react.

He didn't have to.

She exploded in a colorful burst of pink sparkles before his very eyes. He didn't even care whether it had been painful or painless—and he could choose, he was a pureblood after all. The vampires nearest to her exploded in similar bursts of colored sparkles. One yellow, one green, one blue—all according to the talents that belonged to them. They were nothing more the moment they entered the realm of Kaname's anger.

He was angry.

The pureblooded prince stood tall, the haunted, sorrowful look on his face betraying nothing and yet saying everything as the crimson in his eyes dimmed to a darkened burgundy hue as the sparkles continued to shower down around him and the Night Class. He didn't flinch, he didn't waver and when his head bowed, the entourage beside him surged forward.

The rouge vampires came in waves, with no rhyme or reason within their minds. Whatever singular order had been given, that was all they were acting on. A dull pain settled in his stomach as Kaname watched the destruction happening before his eyes. He was trying desperately to find a fix on the one controlling them, urging them onwards towards their deaths—some kind of connection—and yet, found nothing.

He was angry—but this, this bothered him. Whoever dared to play puppetmaster on something like this deserved a fate that should be hideously worse than death.

Despair had begun to work their way into his mind, hinting that the control behind this was far worse than he had initially thought. These poor things didn't have a choice and he could tell.

Showers of colored sparkles continued to pour and fall around him. The death he offered them was a gift they accepted.

He hated it.

The very fact that there was nothing for him to put his pureblood mind to, had set his temper flaring off again and he struggled to curtail it, attempting to temper his powers even in the situation they were in currently. If he wasn't careful, his temper might get away with him and he could accidentally hurt the ones that were trying to help. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all and he'd certainly have a hard time fixing that if he didn't intend to use his name and position to take care of it. He simply couldn't hurt these people. Not these.

Zero wasn't exactly the kind of hunter to bolt through the door and run wild. In fact, that was something he tended to double-check at the door, in spite of his shoot first and ask questions later personality. His first instinct in a time and place where his life was not in immediate danger usually involved calling someone—Yagari mostly—for backup and then charging into the fray. In fact, his hotheadedness only showed in the shortest bursts when it came to official work. Official work in terms of standing on the front stoop of his adopted father's mansion and taking in a literal wall of vampires hovering just outside the courtyard boundary.

The silver-haired hunter swallowed hard. His hunter and vampire senses had begun to argue with each other inside of his head and while it would normally drive him insane, he was simply agreeing with them. This was certainly something he had never seen before. Never, ever seen before.

He kind of hoped that he'd never see it again.

His grip on the Bloody Rose tightened as he made out the long, wide line of vampire eyes staring back at him. Some glowed, some glittered and some were so dark that it made his breath catch in his throat. That kind of blackness signaled the last lines of humanity slipping away as a vampire transitioned from bloodsucker to nightmarish monster.

He'd seen it happen enough times to know that when it did, it wasn't pretty and anything remotely human in the area wouldn't last long—unless of course, he got to the monster first. A sickening feeling of dread spilled over him as Zero squared his shoulders and pushed the troublesome thoughts away. He had plenty of things to think and deal with later, right now he needed to focus the most—and he would.

The confusion melted away to the hardened exterior that literally embodied the hunter side of Zero Kiryu. The ones coming before him weren't worthy of mercy—if such a thing existed—his grip on the Bloody Rose tightened. They weren't acting in their right minds and he wasn't going to take any chances with them. The wild, angry look in their eyes spoke volumes and Zero was most certainly listening.

For a moment, nothing had happened, it seemed as if nothing would happen. Kuran had managed to find the head of the line and seemed to be speaking to a pretty-faced specimen just a few feet in front of him.

Zero was mildly surprised that the girl actually had the guts to speak to the pureblood, considering the state he'd seen Kuran flip-flop into with no little thanks to a certain Viktor's verbal prodding. Self-restraint was surely a virtue, because Zero knew from experience that the too-calm expression on Kaname Kuran's face usually meant that heads were going to roll in some way or another.

At any rate, he definitely wouldn't want to trade places with the girl that seemed to be actually arguing with the pureblood. Turnips for brains. He thought, darkly, waiting and watching. The tension in the air was too much. There was no way this could possibly end peaceably and quite frankly, with the adrenaline now coursing through his veins, Zero didn't want it to.

Some action—any action—was sure to help clear his head and right now, the easiest fix for the confusion threatening to break free in his mind was the ever growing line of red eyes lining up before him. A high-pitched scream brought a wince to his face, vampire hearing registering a vampire shriek of disgust. The girl had pushed the wrong button it seemed.

Zero turned in time to see the beauty lunge for the pureblood. The girl exploded in a burst of pink sparkles. Zero felt his breath catch in his throat as his gaze flickered from where the girl had been to the pureblood himself. Kaname hadn't even blinked. That was pure raw power. That was all Kaname. Zero stared as several more bursts of colorful sparkles caught his eye and Zero realized that the other vampires were now moving forward.

Kaname hadn't moved.

A faint snarl caught his ear and lavender eyes flashed with ice as the silver-haired hunter raised the gun and fired to his left, not even bothering to see where the shot would go. He knew it would find its mark. The other Night Class students had rallied around Kaname's side and when his head bowed, they all surged forward.

Zero swore softly and whirled around to face the oncoming line. He had to do this. Had to keep them all back. Had to do it for them all.

For Cross.

For Yuki.

Perhaps…for Kaname.

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A/N: And it looks like Zero's thoughts may be changing, eh? ^_^ Lucky for Kaname.