Disclaimer- I don't own vampire knight.

Warnings- Twincest, Incest, Vampire Gore.

You've seen/read it, you know what Vampire knight entails.


Blood. The thing keeping us alive. It flows through our veins, pulsing, gushing, tempting. It is the delicacy that drives former humans to insanity, unable to quench the undying thirst and no way to learn how to control themselves. Purebloods and aristocrats are born with the hunger. From a young age, they are taught to control the beast, most never falling off the blood wagon because of it. But more than that, they have never known anything else. They don't know what it was like not to hear the rushing of blood through others veins. The thumping of the heart, pushing that sweet liquid. Former humans, though, they know what it was like to be free of the constant thirst, and crave blood more than purebloods ever could understand.

I may have been born a pureblood, but I was a human first.

I hunted her. Matching each click of her heels with one of my own. Her navy blue dress blew in the wind as she turned, searching for the feeling on her neck. But the crowd blended around me, masking the monster under the guise of beauty. When she found nothing she shook herself, laughing slightly, and took the turn into the alley. A shortcut to the small apartment she shared with her older sister.

In between the bricks of the alley her heels echoed, and mine became silent with ease. She could have walked on forever, ignoring the tingling on the back of her neck, and she could have died a quick death from behind. But prey instinct won over in the end. She turned gasping as she came face to face with her death.

She gave a small breathy laugh, taking a step closer. "You scared me."

"Sorry." The smile on my face wasn't fake, the girl inspired happiness to well up inside me. "I was just looking for something to eat."

"Well, you won't find any restaurants around here." She turned to point behind her, exposing her neck. "There's a Chinese place a few blocks from here."

"I was thinking something … closer."

The hunger overtook and her veins started to glow as if tempting me. Her hair hovered in the wind as she turned back. It took less than a second, her eyes grew big, her mouth opened to scream, and I lunged. One hand covered her mouth while the other pushed her neck closer. Then my fangs pierced her skin, going straight into the artery, and the sweet ambrosia hit my tongue.

Her struggles grew weaker with every second, but I paid no mind. I could think of nothing except her blood. The delicacy I had denied myself for so long, finally mine. How could anything else matter in the world when this existed. Her life force now belonged to me. It was heaven.

I dropped my hand from her mouth, using it to pull her even closer, to get those last drops. She was too weak now to scream anyway. She would be my very first kill.

Then she spoke one last word.

"Lydia."

My name. Why did this girl know my name?

Her face flashed across my mind, throwing her head back and laughing, the sunlight hitting her hair like gold. Suddenly I remembered. As quickly as I could, I pulled away. Blood splattering from my mouth onto the wall. The girl collapsed without my hold, no life left in her to keep her upright. Her dress splashed in the mud and her arms fell limp onto the concrete.

My breath came out in fast burst and the world spun around her body. Her young innocent body. Why hadn't I noticed how young she was? She was barely fifteen, too young to die. But that's not why I panicked, my breath sped up and not because of some girl's blood drying around my mouth.

But because she was Lily.

My Lily.

My flower.

My sun.

My baby sister.

I killed my baby sister.


I darted up, my gasps turning into to sobs in an instant.

"Onii-sama?"

A hand grasped mine and I flinched away, drawing my arms around my head. Everything hurt. There was too much to see, too much to hear, too much to feel. It was wrong, it was all wrong.

"Onii-sama." The voice tried again, this time, more gentle. "Kioshi. It was just a nightmare."

He pulled my head, lifting it to face him. But all I could see was the blood in his veins and the beating of his heart. His soft fingers brushed my cheekbones.

"You're hungry," He whispered.

I shook my head, trying to pull it from his grasp. But he was stronger than me, he always was.

"Do you want me to get Okaa-sama?" He asked, ignoring my denial. His soft thumb pads drew small circles on my cheeks.

I relaxed into his gentle hold, pushing my face into his hands. I closed my eyes and tried to push out the dream and the hunger that came with it. Instead, I tried my best to focus on Kaname. The steady beat of his heart, the way the air sounded as it rushed in and out of his lungs.

"Please don't," I answer after a moment, aware that he was still waiting for a response. "I just need a moment."

In a sigh, all of his air fell out of his body, and for a moment, just a felting second, the air smelled purely of Kaname. The rest of the world fell away, and I could pretend for a moment that it was just him and me. There was no tragic past hiding in his mind. No uncle lurking in the shadows waiting for the right moment. No secret memories of a past life on my lips. Just him and me. Forever.

I sighed, finally opening my eyes. "It's too early to be up. We should go back to sleep."

He turned and glanced at the crack of the sun leaking through the curtain and nodded, before looking back at me with a smile. "Come here."

I compiled easily, laying so that our foreheads just barely touched. "I love you Kaname." I
breathed.

"I love you too."


The guard was silent as always. His heart beating in a perfect one-two beat, his back as straight as a rod, barely touching the car seat, and his eyes concealed behind dark lenses. His steel resolve keeping like the metal of his glasses.

I was an expert on breaking glasses.

"Guard-san?" I spoke in my most innocent voice, a smile working its way across my cheeks. "Can we stop for ice-cream?"

"No."

My smile did not dwindle, instead, I put more gusto into it. Imagine the sun shining out from behind. "Please."

The guard's face twitched as if trying to push off a bug. "No."

At this point, I usually would give with a sigh, and go back to watching the town's cafes and shops fly past the car window. But this time, something tugged at my mind, pushing me into place. My smile turned more small and innocent, like a timid child talking to a stranger.

"But Guard-san, you want to stop for ice-cream. You love ice-cream." Something in the voice echoed, hurting my head.

"I love ice-cream." The guard repeated, a smile breaking his face. "Let's stop for ice-cream."

Okay then.


The fire crackled, consuming its feed in a frenzy of orange light.

"Kioshi." Juuri spoke, her warm voice echoing in the dark room. "You should be asleep."

I didn't turn, the fire reflecting in my eyes and dancing through my mind. It was such a beautiful thing, fire, yet so deadly. Juri's hand threaded into my hair.

"Whats the matter Kio?"

Nightmares, I wanted to say. But even thinking about the words flashed images across my mind. My sister, the adorable thing she was, dying in front of me. Because I was a monster with a never ending thirst burning my throat and turning my eyes red.

"Is it the nightmares?" Her voice was lyrical. With every syllable her tone rose and fell like she was singing each word.

I nodded, not taking my eyes off the growing fire and shrinking log, and not saying a word.

"Kioshi," Juri whispered, her hand tightening on my hair. "Listen. Close your eyes and listen."

Obediently, my eyes slid closed and I stretched my hearing like she taught me.

Bum-bump

My heart.

Bum-bump

Juri's heart.

Bum-bump

Whose?

I turned, open my eyes to gaze up at the gentle smile of the woman who was my mother.

"That's your little sister."

"Yuki," I answered, not thinking for once.

Juri smiled down at me, petting my head. "Yes, your little sister Yuki."


Becoming a hermit was not an exactly fun thing. While there were definite perks, such as not having to deal with people I hated, it was also insanely boring. The only fun to be found was the watching of the slow but sure change in Juri's body. Well, that and discovering my superpower.

You see, every vampire, aristocrat and above, were born with an ability. Haruka could morph and control things like bodies and flesh, and Kaname… well, Kaname's powers were unmeasurable. That tends to happen when you a powerful ten-thousand-year-old vampire.

My power was not to clear. I could not make things explode or control blood. I could not find my ability, even as Kaname rediscovered his telekinesis. And when I asked Juuri or Haruka, the just gave me a small smile, like it was a joke they shared.

It was rather aggravating.

"Kioshi, you have to find out yourself." Juuri laughed, one hand on her growing belly the other on the couch arm.

"It's a rite of passage," Haruka spoke from next to her.

"I know!" I whined. "But I can't figure it out!"

"You have all the time in the world, don't worry."

That's where I knew they were wrong. Yuuki would be born within the year, and I was still unsure the time frame between her birth and Rido's appearance. I needed to master whatever power I could.

Something tugged on my mind, pulling and shaping my face into a small pure smile. "But you want to tell me."

My voice echoed like the room was empty, much like the time with the guard. Except this time, there was no pain, this time, it almost felt….good. I wanted to do it again.

Haruka laughed, a deep wonderful sound. "There you go, son!"

What?

My face scrunched up in confusion. I hadn't do anything. Had I?

I thought about the feeling that had tugged at my mind. It was like when you held a ball of clay in your hands and were told to do whatever you wanted with it. So you did, pushing it and forming it. That little feeling tugging at the back of your mind.

I thought about how the guard had reacted to my words. How he bent to my will and immediately folded, looking happy the whole time. But Haruka and Juuri had no reaction.

"What do you mean?" I pouted. "Nothing happened."

"But it would have," Haruka sat forward and carded a hand through my hair. "If we had been aristocrats or even a few thousand years younger."

I mulled that over. Did that mean I had control over others will? Did I want to have control over others like that?

With a little bit of effort, Juuri bent forward and poked in between my eyebrows. "Don't think so hard Kio."

An involuntary smile made its way across my cheeks, as it did every time she did it.

"Okay, Okaa-sama."

Now I just had to find a way to practice without any access to guards or aristocrats. Maybe it would work on Kaname? Or maybe if I kept practicing on Juuri and Haruka it would eventually work on them?

I wasn't sure which option was more unlikely.


Yuuki was born at noon on a beautiful sunny day in winter. Juuri did not scream when she went into labor but instead let out a wave of power. It woke Kaname before me. And by the time I was sitting up, something had changed.

There was no pinpointing it, for it wasn't a physical thing. Kaname did not speak, not in any of the long hours we sat outside the labor room. His eyes were distant, the air around him heavier.

Then, as the crying of the newborn Yuuki reached our ears, he shifted. Turing to look at me with eyes much older than they had any right to be. As the crying quieted, Haruka stepped out of the room, smelling of blood and sweat. He lead us in with a hand on both our heads.

Juri sat in a rocking chair in the corner of the room with the most peaceful smile on her face. The sun from the window streamed across her and lit the bundle in her arms like a cloud.

"Come met your baby sister," She whispered so low no human would have been able to hear.

But we weren't human.

We both peered at the face of the baby. For me, it was just like the first time I stared at the face of my younger sister. She was so soft and delicate. The tiniest of the touches could break her, and I needed to protect from that. She was Yuuki, my Yuuki, my baby sister, and it was my job to protect her.

When I looked up at my twin, I saw how much more she meant to him. There was a pain in his eyes. A pain long suffered over. The kind that haunts you forever. His domineer changed. His face went from an innocent child to one belonging to the ancestor.

Never again, did I see the child I grew with. I never resented him, though. Kaname was Kaname, no matter what. And I liked it much better when he was himself.


AN- I'm so sorry. I haven't been able to write for a while now, and I could give a thousand excuse why. But I won't. Because the important thing is that I writing now. And for all of you who read my other stories. Don't fret. I'm not going to abandon any of them. My charterers are my babies, and I am forever grateful to you for looking after them.

Lots of love,

Scarlett