A/N: Please do enjoy some more suffering... Of course, things can only get worse, when will Zero learn? *Smirks wickedly*

Chapter 5: Hopelessness

When his eyes shot open, a surge of panic shot through his entire being seeing the dark shadow of a figure hunched over him. He didn't know if he was more shocked at the fact he'd unknowingly let his eye-lids slide closed, or the fact that he was now staring up into the eyes of his dear Yuki. Her features were drawn with what he was sure looked like concern.

'What does she care? You're nothing'

That infamous degrading voice broke the piercing ring of the silence that hung over him. It had tried endlessly to convince him, and, to be honest, it was right, honestly, Yuki had Him. Why would she care about Zero anymore..?

Zero couldn't feel his limbs; they were so cold, so numb. If he wasn't in so much pain right now he could actually believe he was dead. His eyes ran down his own body. Thank goodness; he was fully clothed and decent.

The sudden thought made him shudder... The very thought that Kaname had touched his naked body, cleaned him while he was supposedly unconscious, clothed him. It completely unnerved him... sickened him... Those filthy hands roaming across the surface of his so pale skin; an image he just didn't want to imagine.

Zero's eyes were like rocks in his skull, heavy, and unbelievably dry. He gazed into those brown orbs looking down on him, hopelessness but a dull glimmer in his eye; like a silent plead that lay simply glazed over his iris. He must have looked so tired.

He had tried, tried so hard not to be taken under by the darkness, he simply couldn't give in. His nightmares would only possess him, and there was an extent to the physical torture one could withstand in real life, but as for dreaming; the possibilities were endless, the many forms of torture were limitless, painful and agonizing. There were no bounds to the emotional, and seemingly physical pain that beast Kuran could inflict on him. He hadn't caught a wink of sleep in who knows how long. He wouldn't dare fall asleep. He couldn't. Things would only ever get worse, much worse.

He shook his head in hopes to shake away that looming tired feeling that pulled heavily on his drooping lids. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep for and was shocked to find that it was pleasantly peaceful; thankfully dreamless. He'd actually managed to fall asleep without being hurled into another one of those godforsaken nightmares, knowing his mind would only and always simulate the worse possible scenarios.

To be honest, he didn't know how long he could keep it up. The lack of sleep was catching up with him; that was evident. The mental pain was just excruciating, worse than anything the pureblood had put him through so far, he didn't think anything could be worse; he never did, of course until he always jinxed himself. Things always got worse; that though, he never seemed to learn.

He looked deeply into those brown orbs, just trying to imagine what she was thinking, trying to get an insight of what was running through that delicate little head of hers. He watched the way her chocolate locks cascaded around her shoulders and cheekbones and for just a split second, he thought she looked innocent. Innocent and pure, but then when she smiled down on him that image all but shattered as he envisioned that malicious smirk that usually stained the purebloods own expression.

When he gazed upon the girl now, he thought he saw it... saw him. How much she looked like him, the hair, that face, that damned smile. Resentment entered his whole being. In reality, she was exactly like a spitting image of him.

"Get out" His voice was low, and serious. His head hung, bangs covering his eyes, casting shadows across everything that could've told Yuki what was wrong.

"Z-Zero?" Yuki questioned, taken aback slightly, fear and concern mixed in that sweet tone.

"I said get out!" When he looked up into her eyes, he could see the fear. He knew his eyes had turned the same colour as blood itself, but not from bloodlust. No, from anger, from hatred, from the horrid life that he now faced alone; alone and hopelessly.

The one thing in his life he actually loved, and he was feeling resentment towards it. All he could see was Kaname. The stupid vampire seemed to be everywhere, watching his every move, ruling his life, plaguing his mind, and staining his once perfect vision. Now all he could see was blood... and all he could feel was pain.

Yuki knew none other than to leave after that request, although she hesitated slightly, an unreadable expression adorning her face. The face that was now the only thing he envision in his mind, the face that looked so much like Kuran, just silently mocking him, smirking, yet at the same time feigning innocence.

Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't so ignorant. Maybe she knew, knew everything. He inwardly laughed. What the hell was he thinking? He was seriously losing it.

She's just a girl, an innocent little girl.

He sighed heavily and slumped lazily against the wall, the chains rattled irritatingly, he was sure if he ever got out of here, he wouldn't be able to feel his hands again. The cuts that bore deeply into the skin of his wrist would surely scar, forever making him remember this time in his miserable life.

That was when he couldn't help but wonder; would I ever be free again?

He didn't know how much time past while he just sat there brooding, ever cold, exhausted and alone, but his awareness peaked when the air around him suddenly grew colder. Cold until the point it stung his lungs every time he breathed it in. Within a blink of an eye, Kaname was in front of him. The way Kaname looked now he was just that little bit more intimidating and rendered unpredictable. His windswept hair screamed out his untamed wild nature, highlighting that beast that tried so hard to hide in the shadows of his very being.

Next, Kuran was pushing up against him, crushing him against the wall. He could feel his heart race, as it resumed its usual wild beating whenever he was around. He sure Kaname could feel it vibrating against him with his frame pressed up against hi, close proximity ever sickening. He felt nauseous and light headed and the crisp coldness of the air made it hard to speak.

"Yuki isn't very happy" the vampire's voice was a husky whisper at his ear, and heatedly warm against his icy skin. "I have a feeling you have something to do with that." Zero gulped, but said nothing, as he took in the dangerous seductiveness of his tone. He didn't sound at all very happy and he was unknowingly let his powers run wild with fury. Pureblood fangs played harshly with the skin at his neck. Zero tried to growl but the coarseness of his throat made it sound more like a moan. He actually found himself slightly blushing; for once he was thankful for the darkness...

Then it hit him like a thousand ton of bricks.

Just like the first time he was bitten in his life, it was as painful as hell. When those sharp canines pierced the skin of his neck, it was like he was being ripped apart, torn into pieces. His head was yanked forcibly back for better access as the pureblood leisurely claimed his prize. He seemed to extract as much of the liquid as he possibly could, if he thought he was on deaths doorstep before, then now he was practically dead... but that Bastard Kuran, left just enough to keep him alive.

Kaname licked blood pulled back, licking his blood stained lips. He fought back the moan that threatened to release itself at the taste of a hunter's blood. It wasn't enough.

Kaname wanted more.

As weak and trembling as Zero's body was, never did he cease to struggle, until of course that glare and the tightening hold of the pureblood froze him where he stood. He could feel the darkness edging into the corner of his vision and he was ready to welcome it, most willingly, but of course it wouldn't be that easy, when was it ever that easy? Kaname just simply wouldn't allow it.

His clothes were torn off with vigor, and he found himself once again naked. The immediate heat of the purebloods skin against his own was like fire; burning him as if he were standing right next to the sun. It was like he was playing with the flames he had no control over; so inevitably, what was to stop him from getting burnt?

And with one sharp movement forward, he was stretched painfully; painfully beyond his limit as the pureblood buried himself deep inside him. The hard chains dug agonisingly into his flesh, reminding him they were there keeping him captive in this tormented world of Kaname's dark desires. Zero yanked on the rusty metal silver, striving for a different kind of release; not the same repulsive release the pureblood sought.

It was hard to focus on anything other than the pain... that fear, his pride, it was nothing compared to this. The pain could only intensified... Like a million bolts of electricity tearing through his body, up his spine. Not the pleasurable ones he would reluctantly feel when Kaname would caress his delicate neck with his lips and tongue, not the same shudders as when those sharp fangs would trace along his sensitive tattooed skin. No. This was hell. He would rather die than let the pureblood use his body like this, tearing him apart not only inside, but out.

The pain ceased to let up, and with time, the intensity only increased as Kaname's merciless thrusts came harder, faster, and more desperate. The tremors and shots of pain only multiplied, in feeling and frequency. He was bleeding, he knew, yet even that didn't help to make it even an ounce bearable. It seemed Kaname truly did want the Silverette to suffer as much as possible. But honestly, who was he kidding? Something like this could never be bearable... No one could ever get used to this kind of physical and emotional torture. As strong as Zero was in both these cases, even he, could not cope with it.

His vision along with his wondering consciousness reluctantly returned to him and everything felt ten times worse than before, as Kaname nails dug harshly, almost desperately into his hips.

When the pureblood finally came, the hot fluid only burned his torn insides. His entire body shuddered at the feeling. Although he bit down harshly on his lips, he could not suppress the scream that tore through his throat. Throwing his head back, he vocally released all that pain that overwhelmed him, the pain he'd kept in for so long. His screamed until his throat was raw, unable to stop violent tremor after tremors from wracking his form.

He cried out, letting those stinging tears spill so shamefully from tormented lavender eyes. He'd given into the one thing he said he wouldn't around this beast... He had tried so hard, but it just hurt. It hurt so much... emotionally, mentally, and physically. He didn't want any of this. How was one meant to keep so much pain to themselves? Locked deep within... Why did he have to be alive? He wished he was never born, knowing he had to endure this, to meet... him.

The pureblood savoured the sight beneath him; that face wet with tears, contorted in pain, and he revelled in the sound of his victim screaming. It was like the finest music to his ears, a music he would never grow tired of hearing, the kind of music, which only got better every time it was played.

It was stupid of Zero to think that this was over, as Kaname tightened his hold on him. He lifted him up and held his legs securely around his waist while he slammed his back harshly against the stone wall. He smirked evilly as he stared into those eyes that tried to avoid contact so desperately. The Silverette only whimpered, feeling that burning gaze scrutinizing his very being.

The hopelessness he'd come to know so well drowned his entire body as he let his head slump and rest against the purebloods shoulder.

"Kill me" He begged. "Please... Just kill me" A hoarse cry, the desperation was a visible waver in his tone as he finally gazed into the eyes of the devil. He couldn't take it anymore... the pain, the suffering. Hadn't he had enough for just once in his life? Did he really deserve all this?

Kuran chuckled lightly.

The bastard actually had the nerve.

As exhausted as Zero was, he was still pissed off that he found this even remotely amusing. that smirk only grew more malicious, more spiteful.

"Oh Zero, that would be just too easy now, wouldn't it?"

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