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

Main Pairings:

AkatsukiAikira

ZeroAikira

KanameYuuki

Side Pairings:

ShikiRimaTakuma

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.

Author's note:

I know it has been since Nov since I updated but I don't have a slave driver in my home to get me to work and I am an addicted Procrastinator. Please, please don't partner with those mean Imaginary Friends of mine and the Brownies who continuously take my lovely mismatched socks.

This chapter is certainly…interesting to say the least or the most depending on opinion. Don't worry if you get confused close to the ending. All part of the plot!

Have fun with this one, took me forever to get this done the way I wanted it and I am satisfied and proud of it. Hope you guys like it just as much!

Oh, and if you are sick of seeing Kira call Kaname a bastard, will you please suggest more creative ways to insult the highly prideful guy?

Chapter Six – You Earn what you don't Deserve

I don't like this. I hate this. The loathing tripled my heart rate. There were plenty of reasons why I hated this bastard (really have to learn more rude things to call the git) and look it here, I found another.

I had been expecting the bronzed vampire from two nights ago but instead I got Mister. Strategist; He's like those stupid planner books that never go away.

I eyed his smug face, glaring over his immaculate form. My mouth tightened.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Kuran?" He chuckled at my crude wording.

"Oh my, your manners have escaped you. Don't you think you should speak pleasantly to the male whom you stole his sister from?"

My back snapped up and I held back the wince at the tight strain. "What are you going on about? Yuuki was put in my father's care because you pleaded him to do so. He didn't rip her from your family." He wasn't satisfied. What the fuck was I supposed to do about that? People everywhere ignored the truth daily. Perhaps, Purebloods were not that far off from humans as I once thought. It further irked me remembering my father's insane mutterings about their parents.

"You think he didn't? What a fool you are, Cross. Such a naïve statement for such a smart human. Ah, but you're not human are you? I know exactly what you are. The thing that lives inside you rages for my blood. You feel it don't you? The dryness in your throat. The throbbing in your fingers. You wish to kill me but are unable to do so. Such a sad fate you've been given. Sad, indeed."

He didn't sound sympathetic, quite the opposite in fact. The plain undertones of his voice sang with joy. He liked my suffering; enjoyed it to his greatest ability. He fed off of my pain with delight, drinking it in and filling himself full. He spoke with the ease of tranquility.

What a bastard.

I gritted my teeth. Seeing as how this was a sham, for I had to have dreamed of this place because of Kuran, for the sole purpose of irritating me to death. The connection I had subconsciously wished was true didn't exist. He had made a fool of me and the Demon inside wanted revenge.

With an inhuman shrill I launched myself full steam at Kuran; needing to claw and tear at the grinning bastard. I caught him by surprise with my sudden attack and I knew that had he been on point I would have made it feet away from his body. My itchy fingers curled lovingly around the strong column of his throat while my body was still suspended in air. Before I could get any grip at all, heavy steeled arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a warm embrace against hard chest.

I screeched in anger and frustration kicking my long legs and arms at Kuran. Hey, I wasn't proud of it but would it matter if I caught the slimy git just once? I found myself omitting my pride numerous times these couple of days but what the fuck. The satisfaction of blood would sooth my wounded ego. At least it would have if this idiot hadn't stopped that fucker's well deserved punishment.

The chest resting pleasantly against my arching back rumbled with its deep chuckle. Warm breath blew into my ear at its words. "I see my little Faery is feisty. Can't allow that; not with Kuran-Sama so close to injury." I growled with resentment. What was with these freaks and their attitude? I wanted a fight but it seemed all this chit wanted to do was play.

I was not a child to be played with. Not at all. With a rage so strong it burst like fireworks in my blood I ripped away from my bindings swung around and sunk my nails so deep into that seemingly fragile skin of that golden fuck's neck. Even with my enhanced strength—thanks to my ridiculous training schedule which had gone lax since I enrolled here and the…thing that nestled inside the safe haven of my body—I was surprised when the tips of my fingers tore away at the hard granite skin, blood and muck finding purchase under my nails. There was no small amount of pleasure at the feat. The smugness flowed through me like a balm to my anger, so much so I had almost completely forgotten my current company. Not enough to miss the coming attack, but enough that my shame at not being able to avoid it stripped away what little pride I had gained.

A rough growl ripped through his throat and his face twisted in pain. Those amber eyes that I had drowned in a short time ago deepened, blood flooding from the sides overpowering the white. I could only stare in horror at his once beautiful eyes. Amber jewels wrapped in violent red. The heart in my chest beat wildly from fear and worry. I didn't know what he could do and I froze at the inhuman look in his eyes. The eyes of a hungry demon.

I was paralyzed with fear and had I been thinking straight I might've ran, as cowardly as it was. Or at least fight him if we came to blows. I was trained for this, lived by this duty, but it seemed all coherent thought fled and I could only stare transfixed by his narrowed eyes.

It all happened in a rush. His smooth hand grabbing the back of my neck, his mouth crushed crudely against mine. As confused as I was, I could feel the dull pain of tightened muscles and the blood that burst from my split lip. He had met my mouth so roughly his teeth cracked the skin.

He whimpered; warm, wet tongue licking up red vitality, softly soothing the throbbing cut. I took all I had to grab onto the lapels of his blazer. My eyes wouldn't leave his, fascinated with the pooled blood and iris amber. Those frightening eyes narrowed; an intoxicating rush through my body.

I couldn't look away, I wouldn't. Not when the craving for him flared up so strongly it felt like there was a connection between us. I wouldn't let this go. Not when I didn't have anything to look forward to, not when I only had one person to live for; someone who lived for another.

His gaze burned my flushed flesh. His velvet, hot warm lips ravaging mine with a greed I've never before felt. Hungrily I pressed my body against his, relishing in the hard chest and thigh. My breasts crushed painfully against him and the pleasure it brought wilted my knees. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, the other coming up to cup my left cheek bruising. The pain, the hurts were all worth it, the gushing heat all the stronger with it.

A moan escaped from my damp reddened lips, his tongue taking the opportunity to plunge into mine.

My nails dugs wincingly into his blazer, as I struggled to match his firm lips with the gluttony that had quickly come over me, I wanted to return what he richly gave to me with his powerful, hard hands and bruising kisses. I wanted to feel the burn of his skin.

The emptiness that had always been there ached to be filled with him; with his great overpowering lust and wickedness.

I didn't give one damn that he had ignored me the past couple of day. What did it matter when he was now bruising my cheek with his pale thumb and meeting my tongue so fervently?

I wanted to eat him, devour his body in big meaty chunks, savoring the warm meat-

I broke away with a startled cry, my breath haggard, staring at him as if he was the last evil in the way of sainthood.

Blonde hair lay in gentle, savage disarray draping my reddened face, glittering eyes, hanging in soft tangles to my back. My eyes were wide and dark with fear, anxiety and disgust. They watched as he stood calm and refined as ever.

Only his eyes told the story of that abominable kiss, narrowed and bloodied with his lust. I saw it then, the little droplet of blood clinging to his bottom lip. His eyes locked with wild accusing gaze and as if knowing my thoughts he licked the blood from his lip. My stomach battled to keep in what little food I had consumed that day.

All that forced down hate and ingrained prejudice was back and knocked me out of my silly day dreams. Who was I kidding? I was a monster but at least I wasn't a lowly bottom feeder.

I let that filthy thing touch me with his soiled hands. Let that vile creature drink my blood. I cringed and wrapped my hands in my hair, pulling to try and see the reality. It wouldn't come. All I could see was that crazed kiss; the sickening suckling of blood, but that couldn't be real. It couldn't, couldn't, couldn't!

Tears fell from tightened eyes like a fall never ending, cold and thin and desperate. Warm, strong boned hands brushed against my cheek and I went insane. I stumbled back, spitting at his outstretched hand.

"Keep your awful hands off of me. You sick beast! This is wrong, wrong. You should pay for this, pay with your dirty blood! The inhumane fuck that you are should be released from this earth. Purified of its sin!"

Harsh ugly words coursed out of a mouth that wasn't mine. This thing, this thing that ate at my insides spoke of the blood suckers redemption lying in the arms of Death herself. I clutched at my cramped stomach, knees bent in agony as I tried to keep myself upright and the words tumbling from my burning mouth unstoppable, blood from my reopened cut dripping to the floor, but it came from my throat, came from deep inside, choking my throat, trapping my stomach with its bitter taste. Pouring, pouring.

Screaming, screaming. Where did they originate? In my head, from my throat? Blood; red and vivid and beautiful. Thick with my suffering; my confusion. All of it; the insane ramblings of my other, everything, everything crazed and destroyed. I didn't understand. Didn't understand until I found the little strength I had to lift my head and pierce the horrified eyes of that boy whose name I didn't know.

I was so tired, so drowsy. All I wanted was to sink into the stiff mattress of my makeshift room with the quiet snores of my sister drowning out the silence. The silence that befriended me now while the blood continued its way to the forming puddle on the marble, that lovely spiteful silence.

Too confusing? Hate the cliffhanger? I do to, but you have to admit they're fun! For the writer anyway…Christmas in less than 10 days! Hark yeah! Have some great smutt planned for VK. Pairings both Yaoi&Het. Anything that you felt didn't fit point it out in your review! :]

This is a short chapter now that I look at it. Since there you be a whole bunch of things happening in the next chapter expect it to be at least 8k. It will be posted after the Hols or during.

Luurved yah,

KayKayCee