Disclaimer: Do not own the characters or plot of Vampire Knight

Main Pairings: Akatsuki/Aikira, Zero/Aikira and Kaname/Yuuki

Side Pairings: Shiki/Rima/Ichijou, others undecided

Summary: The daughter the Headmaster has never cared for has come back and the reason for her return sounds truthful enough...for the people that know nothing of her past. Her real task is revenge. On the ones she loved and the beings that she had been forced to destroy.

Chapter Warnings: Two major spoilers for the manga – Read at your own peril…haha that was somewhat gloomy.

Author's Note: Third chapter, yaaay! This fic is surprisingly going better than my other ones and the chapters are coming out like the Twins did in Harry Potter. Yes, that was a corny joke but I can't help it. I've been reading Harry Potter slash for the past week or so. You get to learn a lot more about Aikira and the title is directly related to a HUGE point that you should think more on as you read this fic because it's ironic. And I love Irony. This chapter was originally one but it was becoming really long so I split it into two. A bunch of things were important in this chapter so keep that in mind as you read, alright?

Enough with the rambles and on with the chapter.

Chapter 3 – Sweet Dreams Father of Mine

My father once told me it was selfish to want the best for your life. He said that only greedy little girls wanted to be princesses and live happily ever after. That was before the change. Before I could fully understand what that meant. At the time the only thing that I knew was my papa didn't like me smiling or being happy. He could only deal with dressing me up in 18th Century little girl dresses and traipsing me around the Vampiric community. He had already started teaching me that there was nothing viler on earth than the drinkers of blood.

Pacifist my ass.

My third birthday the only humans in attendance were my father and I. I'm not including the dinner supplied for the guests. You wouldn't blame me so much for being confused. I was confused for a good chunk of my early life. What I am telling you is not contradictory to my father's beliefs. He truly believes in 'pacifism'. His view just differs from the rest. What he calls pacifism is peace between Vampire and Humans – with the Humans on top. He wanted a fake picture of harmony, with the underlying control of the Vampire.

I was only a toddler then. Every word Father shoved into my head I took as the only truth. I was a stupid kid, loving to a fault. I thought that if I soaked all the things my father was telling me and remembered them correctly and did everything he said, that he would love me. I wanted him to hug me. I wanted to feel the love of a dad. It wasn't long after that that the plans my father had set so carefully were put into motion and the chill of a monster stole the warmth slowly from my blood.

It seems I have forgotten to mention an important fact that will probably affect something that will come into action sometime soon.

At that stuffy third birthday celebration of mine, where I was clothed in a white dress; the top half was separated by a one inch thick sash made of the finest silk, the ribbon tied behind my back perfectly proportionate, its tails short. The sleeves of the dress were puffed slightly at the shoulder, the hem of the sleeves pure white lace as were the hem of the full skirt and neckline of the top. The delicate gloves that sheathed my small hands were cream lace. My short legs were left bare, my feet softly rested in the purest of white silk slippers. Hair that seemed to be spun of white gold was swept into an elegant loose chignon. Sitting on top of the right side of the chignon was a petite dainty top hat no taller than half a foot covered with lace and sprinkles of pearls.

This somewhat detailed description of my 'innocent' appearance wasn't an act of conceit. Though there were a few comments of a human angel...

To the point; it was more of my Father's play on irony. The purity of humans. The wickedness of Vampires. What made the irony even worse were the breathtakingly beautiful Vampires wearing dark colors that brought out the pale quality of their skin and portrayed the role my father thought them to play.

A short time after being presented to the large number of guests my father left me to my own amusements and I high tailed it out of the extravagant ball room. It was all too much. The brightness of the crystal diamond chandeliers, the vivid red that filled their champagne flutes. The atmosphere was thick with strong feelings of arrogance and distaste.

The hallway leading out of the ballroom was drastically dimmer than the harsh light of the room behind me. As I crept slowly down the right it only grew darker. Around me, the sounds of my small footsteps echoed against the marble floor. I shivered at the cold that chilled my naked skin the further I traveled. It couldn't have been ten minutes more when I found myself in a shadow encased hallway, the only light were the slivers of the moon's brightness coming in from a tall window to my left. If not for those few slices of light, the inky black would have swallowed the narrow hallway greedily leaving no trace of its existence behind.

In front of me the corridor ended, the outlines of a strong steel door visible. I quickly became bored with staring at it and decided to head back to the ballroom I was bound to be in a heap of trouble for having disappeared so long. I spun, disappointed in the turn of events and came face to face with Kuran Kaname: Prince of the Vampires, Pureblood; son of the couple that were hosting the party. My first reaction should have been nervousness or embarrassment. It wasn't a normal occurrence for me to stroll pleasantly around someone's house…and get caught.

I could feel nothing. I couldn't bring myself to be scared because of my father's teachings. The one that stuck out the most at that time was that no Vampires could harm me without starting another full blown war with the Hunters. He had also mentioned (quite often) how the human race were superior to Vampire. He reminded me on occasion of one of those batty white beard toting wizards in childhood tales.

The fact of the matter is, I was certainly disappointed when all the kid did was stare at me with those intrusive burgundy eyes as if nothing of import were happening. Offended was not the least I was feeling at the moment. Neither of us opened our mouths to speak for several minutes and after a while I started to fidget, picking at the hem of my dress. I did not like being stared at, most of all by him.

Finally, when I could stand withstand his penetrating gaze no longer, I spoke. I managed to keep a proper tone and manners as well. "Good Eve-ing, Kuwan-sama. It is a pleasuw-rur to meet you." I however could not keep the scorn out of my childish voice. I was newly three after all and kids at that age find it hard to conceal such strong feelings. I disliked Kuran because of prejudice and hadn't yet learned how ugly and ignorant baseless hate was. At the time I felt wholly justified in my actions and was actually proud that I could 'hide' those feelings. Like my father told me, it was for your own good to keep your true self hidden and act as you were expected.

My father rather liked teaching me that lessen. Maybe later, I can tell you a story…

I restrained myself from glaring at him when he replied with a amused smirk. Kuran was pale, long dark brown locks contrasting with his skin. His face and body were lean and he was tall for his age standing a foot above me at 5'4 ft. From what my father told me he was only 11 years old, but stood with the stance of an adult and presented himself with an air of superiority. And those eyes…brown drenched with blood –the influence of a meal.

As the thought entered my mind, his eyes snapped to the left of me and I could tell he would have forgotten I was there if my present wasn't a danger to the girl standing nervously behind me. A girl who didn't exist. A girl with sharp bone structure and eyes of ruby tinted brown. Features of a Kuran.

The girl was about my height – 3'5 ft which is rather short- with hair as dark as chocolate and flowing softly to her waist. Her eyes were wide with excitement and the innocence in them blocked the natural urge to despise her for what she was. An elbow length sleeved cobalt blue dress covered her petite frame stopping at the knee and showing off slim pearly white legs and small naked feet. Seeing the look of surprise on my face made her smile delightedly, small canines twinkling in the dark. She smiled at me like she had never set eyes on another person before. She probably hadn't because it appeared her sole company was that of the Kurans.

Quickly, Kuran was at her side blocking her from my view like he wanted to keep her secret longer. I was not about to let that happen. I took a tentative step forward towards the pair, glad that something turned out right that evening.

They stood a couple feet away from me and it looked like he was begging her to do something to which the girl furiously refused, stomping her foot in protest. I couldn't help but wonder if her feet were cold. I shook my head after the thought. Why would she be cold? Weren't Vampires immune to such human perceptions like temperature?

A breathy hello had me focusing on the girl who somehow stood directly in front of me without me noticing and my guard came up. Everything I was taught screamed at me to distrust her, but I couldn't. She couldn't be all that bad, she was after all a little girl like myself. And I wasn't bad.

She repeated her greeting again and I answered back with a smile. She grinned back and answered in excitement, voice peppy and energetic. "I'm Yuuki and I never met 'notha girl before! What's your name? If momma says so, wills you comes over and plays wif me? I gets lonely." At Yuuki's last words, Kuran's face tightened in pain and his eyes darkened with something else. Yuuki didn't seem to notice and bounced on the balls of her feet waiting for my answer.

I blinked, debating internally. I didn't want to get my father mad, but he would certainly be angry of I offended her. He held the Kurans above the others of their kind, but…I still didn't want to chance it. Then again, Yuuki was so nice and I never had any friends or someone to talk to. It'd be so nice to finally have a friend…

"I'm Aikiwa. I'd like vewy much to be your fwiend." I shyly looked down at my feet, twisting my foot. Suddenly, my arms were full of the other girl, her arms grasping my waist tightly. Before I could even think to return the embrace she was pulled from my arms by Kuran, his pale face livid with anger. And like that he took her away leaving me with a sad goodbye and the click of a closing door.

Walking back to the ballroom, I wished desperately to see Yuuki and those happy eyes again. And I had to work on my r sounds.

Watching Yuuki as she excitedly gave me a tour of my new room, I realized she hadn't changed at all. While she had grown 2 feet in size and a gentle swell of hip and breast, Yuuki was still the same little girl who daringly snuck out of her little world to a place she knew nothing about and made friends with a girl she'd just met.

"This used to be a supply room for the library downstairs but the Headmaster had it converted to a room just for you!" I rolled my eyes behind her back shifting on the bed I currently lay on. I felt oh so grateful that I was allowed this mediocre living space. I didn't know what my sister was so happy about. The room really wasn't that great.

The room itself was big enough to cram in a ceiling to floor bookcase crammed with books top to bottom that covered the whole left wall, a twin size bed shoved against the bookcase the head of it laying underneath the corner window directly across from the door and the twin bed I was lounging on against that wall the head enough inches away from meeting the other bed that you could fit a 6 year old child between them (basically the beds are placed like an upside down capital L). Another bookcase crammed with what looked like old textbooks and such was to the immediate right of the door and on the other side lay the door to the room's closet.

"And then I thought 'the room is on the opposite side of the girl' dorms and I don't want onee-chan to be lonely' so I moved out of my room with Yuri – the girl I always mention in my letters – and into here! I'll take the bed against the bookshelf because you look so comfortable there and you already put the big trunk next to it. What's in there anyway? Special stuff? Can I see?" A knock on the door cut off her next words. Yuuki paused, brow wrinkled then perked right back up. "That must've been Zero. I guess it's time to start patrolling. Well, I was already doing that but you came…not that I'm saying you coming is a bad thing because I missed you a lot an-" There was a louder knock and instead of getting annoyed Yuuki sighed and gave a tired smile.

"My cue to go. You'll probably be asleep when I get back early morning so don't wait up. I bet we'll get to patrol together soon. That'd be so much fun! Zero's such a stinker sometimes and not really made for entertaining company. He's really shy"–the knock sounded more like a thwack intended to inflict bodily harm-"so you'll meet him later when you see the Headmaster. He can't wait to see you!" Yeah, he's dying to hear about my assignments and progress. Is he going to ask how much blood has splattered my hands? "See yah later onee-chan!" With that she flew through the tiny space between the door, bookshelf and a huge stack of decayed books to the door and was out in seconds. Whatever, I needed some nap time. Kami knew I needed it what with my looming conversation with Headmaster Pacifism.

It wasn't the loud thump that woke me – it did make me twitch a little – or the clatter of books hitting the uncarpeted oak floor but the cursing. I shifted under the thin cover the 'generous' Headmaster supplied me and popped my head out to stare owlishly at the brunette hopping up and down on her left foot while clutching her right in both hands. The picture she made was simply delicious and a laugh peeled it way up my throat and through my mouth. If there was one good reason I was here, it was my dear Yuuki; the sun that shone throughout my rapidly dimming world.

"Darling, you do know that you look rather odd, right? Light is barely peaking through the window and you've already woken me up and hurt yourself." I had an urge to poke her but alas the girl was too far away so I settled with a satisfied smirk.

Yuuki bristled at the comment and stuck out a pink tongue forgetting about her injury to point accusingly at me. "Well, well, that's why your hair's messed up so there!" I rolled my eyes and clucked my tongue at her shameful noise volume. "Gee Yuu; I would think that it would be seeing as I just woke up, due to your clumsiness. And don't try to defy logic with whatever you're about to say. Now shut up, change, clean yourself and go to bed. You have at least three and a half hours worth of sleep if you hurry."

With nothing more to say I rolled over to face the wall and fell asleep with the gentle pink glow of the rising sun.

A minute later a crash echoed around the room followed by a panicked yelp.

If there was anything worse than waking up early in the morning it was having to rush getting dressed, hurrying along a lazy disorganized sister and knowing I have to see my father soon after.

It was like being 8 years old again and having to get my sister ready for her studies. Smoothing down my hair, I grabbed the Day Class uniform blazer – I had been enrolled a couple days earlier – and kicked the bathroom door – that wasn't even suitable enough to be called a bathroom – getting some weird choking sound from Yuuki. I rolled my eyes as I shoved my arms into the sleeves, buttoning it as swiftly as I could.

"Come on, Yuu. We have classes in less than an hour and I still have to 'check' in with father or whatever. I don't fancy being late to class the first day I'm here, even though I know most of the teachers from my kid days." I checked the time on my watch and groaned.

Yuuki never failed to make me late for something.

I had started to weigh the pros and cons of breaking down the door when she flew out of the bathroom, frazzled appearance and all. Her hair lay in wild curls around her head, not frizzy but smooth, long ringlets. Her uniform was a different story. The blazer was buttoned sloppily and you could see the wrinkled chemise under it. The skirt was tilted and if I wasn't mistaken, backwards. Her school issued boots were untied, the laces somehow looking like vines minus the thorns.

She looked like a train wreck but I wasn't planning on telling her that anytime soon. I wanted to keep this thing with father short but that'd only work if we were on time, otherwise he would send her to class at the start of the period and keep me behind to discuss other matters.

Arrogant bastard.

My sister and I are different on most levels, being punctual and walking fast was one of them. I don't think I have to mention what trouble those damn laces were.

She was freaking me out. A person couldn't seriously be that clumsy, naïve and carelessly happy right? Proof maybe that father shouldn't be raising children? Would she have turned out better if she had been raised a Kuran? I disliked the Kuran brat greatly, but had to admit that being raised as overtly affectionate bride to that brat was better than this bumbling girl in front of me. I hope that I would still love her as deeply as I did now. I want to believe that I love her now for herself, not because she was no longer a vampire.

"We are almost there! Oh, I can't wait to see the Headmaster's reaction to seeing you! He was stoked when I told him last night that I saw you. He looked kind of disappointed that you didn't go to see you last night. I think he was worried because you barely write or call. He even told me and Zero that he was going to make supper tonight in celebration. He hadn't cooked for us since the day we ran into the Level E in town. I told you about it in my last letter. I didn't want to worry you so I didn't write how scared I was. But I was so freaked that I couldn't handle Artemis properly. And Zero had to. It had an extremely weird reaction to him to." I hid the rolling of my eyes, barely stopping myself from snorting. Of course that damn branch reacted horribly to blondie. That piece of kindling is adverse to vampires. The thing practically pulsed with hate if I got anywhere near it. It might have more to do with me constantly insulting it and all the attempts to put it into some sort of heat source.

Something told me that she was oblivious to that boy being a creature of the night. And speaking of creatures that disgusting blood sucker was waiting in front of the Headmaster's Office with a scowl marring his arrogant features. His jaw and set of firm mouth were all too proud, but I have to admit the absolute see through self loathing made me giddy.

His eyes studied Yuuki up and down and I instinctively bristled, sneering when he caught on to my disapproving gaze. He raised a lone eyebrow at me before pushing gracefully off the wall and facing us.

"Got dressed in the dark again?"

His snide tone made me prickly but Yuuki seemed all too fine with it, almost as if she were interpreting affection of it. And being Yuuki I wouldn't put it past her. With that comment finally settling in that somewhat slow thinking process of hers she looked down at herself – doubtless the first time all morning –and gave a high pitched squeak, hastily turning around her skirt and fixing the buttons of her blazer.

When she finished, she threw a look at me, accusing me of her lackluster appearance.

"Kira! Why didn't you say something before we left the room? I bet if Zero hadn't pointed it out you wouldn't have said anything!"

I huffed. How was it my fault for the way she looked? "Get a grip. If I had told you, you would have spent forever checking every little thing and cross-referencing it or something equally ridiculous. It would have made you late for class. Don't blame me for something that has everything to do with you. And while we're on the subject your shoes are untied."

Yuuki did that squeak thing again. If this continued my eyes would be stuck rolling in their sockets. "Come on, Yuu. I don't want to be stuck here forever or late for classes. You know how father can get sometimes." I ground those last words between clenched teeth, restraining from clutching the lower right of my back. Father must have been getting impatient for him to be implementing the mark he carved into me on my 6th birthday.

"Let's get this over with." I bit out, wincing at the minute pain. I stepped forward reaching out to grab the door handle. His next words froze the hand that had pulled the door open so a crack of the room could be seen.

"Headmaster wants to see you alone and asked me to escort Yuuki to class."

"No." My harsh whisper wasn't meant to be overheard, but that damn silver head was listening.

"Yes, Cross. His specific orders and I for one don't want the old man on my tail. So if you would please-" I stalked right in to his personal space, glare burning into his condescending face.

"Excuse me? Who are you to speak in such a way to me, you filthy little bloo-" Before I could finish Yuuki pushed me behind her effectively cutting off my insult –much to my chagrin- hurt expression taking over her face. I glowered angry at myself for getting her upset, but what did that sick mongrel think I was going to do. I snuck I peak at him and smirked, satisfied at his paling skin and grimace. Guess, he didn't want Yuu catching on to his little secret.

Yuuki was shifting her gaze back and forth between us, preparing to break us up at any cost. I reached out to reassure her, when a cough broke the silence. My eyes moved to track the sound and caught at the tall blond haired man standing in the doorway a purple shawl covering a pale blue button up shirt worn with charcoal gray pants.

To them his face looked peaceful, lighting with the softest of smiles. But I saw the dark tint hidden behind the shine of his wire rimmed glasses. He smiled fuller at Yuuki, a proud smile and one of sympathy for the vampire. He looked on at me with cold expectation, skillfully hiding it from Yuuki and the boy by turning his body towards me. His tone was indulgent and pleasant with his next words.

"Yuuki, Zero. Why don't you guys go head on to class? It should start in five minutes. Aikira, follow me. Have a good day you two, Aikira should be there shortly." He entered the office after bestowing another smile on Yuuki, leaving the door open. Yuuki hugged me good bye and that Zero kid grunted at me.

With no other choice I made to enter the room.

"Close the door behind you."

Slight Cliffy huh? Oh, well you should be getting the next installment relatively, so no worries. As an author, especially as a somewhat newbie writer, feedback is appreciated and they don't all have to be rosy and sweet. As long as they are constructive I can't be angry. If you are confused by Aikira's and Yuuki's bedroom description I'll be shortly posting a link to it on my profile, so no worries. Did you guys like it? Let me know…

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