Author: Firstly, I'd like to say that some parts of this chapter are not created by me, but created by the author of Vampire Knight, and I give the credit to her. Secondly, I'm fallen ill (coughs) and so, this lousy chapter. Still, enjoy. (coughs and goes to take medication)

One week later

"Father!" Temari gasped as the red-haired man collapsed on the floor.

It was 1am in the morning. Everyone was out vampire-hunting. But her father had suddenly flung the door open, and fell onto the floor, his clothes and face stained with blood.

What is going on? She turned her father over, hastily looking for wounds. There was none… except for a particular mark on his neck.

"Y-You've been bitten by a vampire!"

Whoosh.

Temari turned abruptly. Something is here. She whipped out a huge fan from her back. Her weapon of choice. A vampire. Her heart was beating hard. Shit. I need to calm down. Temari glanced at her father. I'll have to treat him as soon as possible, or else he'll…

"Who!" She turned again. A movement had caught her eye, but the form vanished as soon as she turned. "Quit playing hide-and-seek!" Temari snapped, thumping her fan on the ground, which cracked when she did so.

Damn. Then I'll just…

She closed her eyes, and the grip on her fan tightened. In a split second, her fan opened and there was a huge gust of wind.

The whole house shook violently, and light bulbs cracked. Temari took out a few strips of yellowed paper, and bit her thumb. Blood flowed out of her thumb instantly, and the girl quickly wrote on it.

"Blood… There is blood!"

The figure rushed towards her, and Temari could feel it. They're… such suckers for blood. She raised up her fan, and brought it down. Another gust of abnormally strong wind blew.

"Watch out!" A familiar voice screamed, and Temari took in a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes could make out a shadow coming towards her from behind, its arms outstretched—

There was a sickening crunch. Temari had her hands on her head, her eyes closed, and her knees on the floor.

There was a yell, and she could hear the spurting of blood. Some of it landed on her face. She could feel it—warm and wet. The blonde girl opened her eyes slowly— and almost fainted.

It was Gaara, her little brother, his hands clutched on his neck, his eyes blank. There was a steady drip drip of the blood that fell onto the floor. The vampire appeared to be wiping his mouth. Temari didn't move. She was too shocked to do anything.

"Your clan murdered my beloved people. And here's my revenge." He smiled, revealing his fangs-- sharp, shiny, and stained with blood. "No matter how powerful your clan is…"

"… You can't defeat a special like me!"

With that, he leapt away.

Gaara yelled again, and started trembling on the floor.

Temari rushed to his side. Her mind was trying to register what she saw. A special… A special… What are the effects? Wait… Wait!

She blinked. They… The victims either turn into vampires or die…

"Gaara!" She screamed, tears leaking out from her eyes. What can I do? What can I do? WHAT CAN I DO!

Her heart was beating so hard, she thought it would break from the pressure. The seal… I have to perform the "slow" seal on him to slow down the effects…That's the only thing I can do… But…

Gaara yelled another time, interrupting her thoughts.

"It hurts! I'm burning! Sister, help me!"

All Temari saw were the bloodshot eyes, the tears, and dried blood. She edged away, her hands covering her ears, her own eyes forming tears.

"TEMARI!" Gaara screamed.

Why can't I move?

I know very well that someone important to me

Is in grave danger

And yet—

"NO!" Temari yelled. "Stay away from me! Stay away!"

I refuse to help.

Because of my own cowardliness

I refuse to lend a hand

…Paralyzed

Blinded

Stunned

By fear itself

That is the reason

I let you die

Thump.

Temari blinked, her back crouched. It was her father, still lying on the ground, unconscious.

Father? Then she stopped trembling, and slowly removed her hands from her ears. The sight of her father had given her a wake-up call. What the hell am I doing? I'm a vampire—hunter!

Temari closed her eyes, and grabbed her fan. I am not skilled enough to do the "slow" seal yet. She frowned. What else can I do? What can I DO?

Rule 1) Attack fiercely. Have no mercy.

Rule 2) Have no fear of death.

Rule 3) Most importantly…

Most importantly… Most importantly WHAT? THINK!

"ARRGH!" Gaara was still yelling. Smoke was beginning to come out of his neck wound in whips. Temari refused to open her eyes.

Most importantly… Trust no one. Even if your own relative turns into a vampire, stake it. Have no feelings, no emotions, no tears.

Temari's eyes flew open. Her hands gripped her fan tight. I have to stake Gaara.

I have to stake Gaara.

Her right hand reached for a stake in her pocket, and her fingers gripped it hard. She removed the cover. The sharp blade glinted in the moonlight, all ready and prepared for kill. I… I have to stake Gaara. The sentence kept repeating itself over and over in her head.

I…hurt… Where… Where is sister… Temari…

Gaara winced, his body still shaking violently. "Sis…ter?" Then his eyes widened when he saw a figure slowly approaching him. It was Temari, her face pale and a little bloodstained, her hands holding some sort of sharp material... and crying. Her hands could grip the material surprisingly well in spite of her trembling.

He was starting to slip, in and out of focus. What is she holding… Is she going to treat me? The moonlight shone on Temari's stake, and Gaara had a full view.

A STAKE?

Temari plunged the stake down with force, but Gaara rolled away in time. After that, he jolted. Then everything started to fall into place. Gaara stood up, his hands rubbing the new-grown fangs from his gums, and growling.

The transformation is already complete? Temari gasped in shock. Her brother glared at her, his mouth open.

"You tried to kill me." A strange, un-Gaara like voice came out.

"…!" Temari couldn't speak.

"You tried to kill me. I'm your younger brother." Tears rolled down from Gaara's face. His eyes were pleading with her. Temari gripped her stake tighter, trying to force herself to look away from those eyes. "You're a vampire now, an enemy of our clan!" She yelled, running towards him, her stake raised. Gaara dodged again, and this time he understood.

"Then you shall be no sister of mine."

He cast one last glare of hurt and hatred towards her, and leapt away, his green eyes casting an eerie glow.

Temari sank to the ground, watching, her tears running down harder and faster.

Author: Enough with the flashbacks… And the real thing will start next chapter… (Bows)