Hey y'all. Me here, hope y'all are doing well. I'm actually updating this story and all my other ones in a good time frame now. You can be looking for updates on all of my stories quite frequently over the next few weeks, 'cause I'm out for Christmas and I have time to write. Well, onto the story!

Oh, this may confuse people, because I can't really remember if I said Zero is a vamp or not, but now he is.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 7: Zero's True Nature

-Anamane's P.O.V-

I had followed Zero all the way to the "bar" undetected by him. He must have been very angry to not have noticed me. I could see his body outlined in the tight black clothes that he had put on, and I could see his anger coming off of him in fumes. As he entered the front door I quickly stepped around the corner.

And a pair of arms grabbed me.

I didn't have time to scream, because the person put their hand tightly over my mouth and dragged me inside. The next thing I know I'm chained up and put in this God-awful garment of worn leather that covered nothing of me. And then they dragged me out onto the stage, announcing that I was a virgin. They were going to auction me off like meat! I pulled and pulled at the chains but they were too tight and didn't even slide down my wrists at my useless struggles. I glanced out into the crowd and noticed that there were many hungry men looking at me and I shuddered. I caught a glimpse of a man in black and my heart leapt with joy.

Zero!

He would be able to get me out of this mess!

But, the more I gazed at his face, the angrier I could see him become. I shrank back on the stag a bit. Well, I hoped he would get me out of this anyway. But, from the looks of him, he just might let someone else take me home. And that's when I heard the most horrible words spoken from the crudest mouth.

"Hey, my sweet, I told you I would have you again." I heard a chair scrape the floor as the man who haunted my dreams for so many years became a living nightmare right before my eyes.

I barely glanced at him, my body becoming stiff as a board, and my palms sweating with fear.

"Davien," I whispered.

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-Zero's P.O.V-

I heard the statement Davien had said to her and my muscles involuntarily clenched along with my jaw. Like hell he would ever touch her again. Not even over my dead body would he ever lay another finger on her. I quickly stood beside him and eyed the other men around the stage. They were all but drooling and I growled low in my chest. I shot a glance at Davien.

If I had any chance of getting her without him following us or pursuing her, I couldn't show anything but lust for her. I shook my head. Wait-that was all I felt for her-right? As the reality of my thoughts finally came through, I would have cursed aloud if it wouldn't have brought attention to me.

Shit.

I loved her.

Perfect time to figure that out, huh?

Davien turned to me a moment, his gaze boring into mine.

"So, you know Anamane?" he asked, curiously.

I shrugged.

"I fucked her once or twice," I lied, playing along uninterestingly.

Davien laughed and shouldered me. "I bet you did, chap. And damn, wasn't she a good fuck," he sighed, remembering what I had no doubt to be when he raped her. I clinched my teeth so as not to say anything further.

The man on stage pulled her chains forward and she stumbled along with him, baring her breast for the audience to see. It wasn't as if they couldn't see everything already with that foul-looking garment she was wearing. One small garment of black leather that rose just above her nipples and barely covered her ass. As she fell the men erupted into applause and I felt sick.

"I'll give you 1000$!" Davien suddenly screamed, starting the bidding off without offer. Some men shrank back, knowing they couldn't pay that amount or higher for her. Good, less for me to handle, I thought, taking a step towards the stage.

"5000$!" I yelled, making Davien swipe his head around to glare at me.

"Like you said, chap, she is a good fuck," I replied, and tried to hide the smile that was forming on my lips as I threw his words back in his face.

"6500$!" Someone screamed.

"7000$!" Another man screamed. This was getting out of hand. I never planned to pay the money anyway. I felt a hand grip my shoulder hard and turned my head to see Davien, his face masked with anger, and I smirked.

"What's the matter, pal, can't win?"

His grip tightened.

"She is mine, Kiryuu. Then and now."

My face hardened and I heard Anamane gasp. I knew why. My face had gone pale, and I bared my fangs. A lot of the men gasped and quickly ran away from me. Davien only smirked back at me, and pushed the side of his trench coat away. I quickly leapt up on stage and ripped the chains from the man's hands that held Anamane. I barely dodged the bow shot at me as I grabbed Anamane from her frozen position on the stage.

"What the hell!? Why did he shoot you with a bow!?" Anamane squealed. I looked to her and smoothed her hair and kissed her cheeks.

"He is the hunter this time, and I am the prey," I said, only confusing her more. I clutched her to me and was horror-struck when Davien flashed in front of me, catching me off guard. He back handed me before I could flash elsewhere, and I flew back into the wall, losing my grip on Anamane. As I struggled to sit up, the scene that was unfolding in front of me was my worst dreams come true.

Davien had Anamane pinned against the back wall, his hands touching her everywhere. Anamane looked like she was about to faint, but she didn't. She only let a few single tears fall from her eyes. The next thing I saw made me see red. Davien licked her tears away, kissed her lips hard, and then trailed his hand down to her womanhood, cupping her and groaning so loud that I could hear him.

I crouched down, motioning for Anamane to move her head to the right, because I was going to spring on the bastard. She did as I instructed to her.

"Davien," I whispered, almost like a caress. He groaned in agitation and looked back to my crouched position.

"Not dead yet?"

"Not nearly," I replied, and lunged at him. I took him down to the left, freeing Anamane. We struggled for a few minutes and rolled around on the ground. And then I had him pinned by the throat on the floor, while I was huffing slightly from the struggle, I made my grip firmer. I could see his face turning red, but I didn't care. I turned his head so that he could see Anamane.

"Look at her," I said, my voice deathly low. He closed his eyes and refused to.

"Look at her!" I demanded, squeezing my hand tighter. His eyes slightly bulged when he looked at her. He smirked, and then I glanced down and noticed that he had a tent pole in his pants.

The son-of-a-bitch was still having intimate thoughts about her. I quickly looked around for a sharp weapon, my desire for his pain almost consuming me. I saw a jagged razor lying on the floor of where we had knocked over a dressing room table. I picked it up and ran the razor down his cheek, making him shake.

Good.

I wanted the bastard to suffer. I trailed it down until I got to the spot where his tent pole stood, and I smirked.

"You are never going to touch Anamane again. In fact, you are never going to touch any woman again."

I heard him whimper and shot my eyes to Anamane. I must look the insane person to her. Especially with my fangs. She kept starring at them. With interest of fear I had no time to figure out.

"Look away, Anamane."

She did what I told her to without question.

I quickly jabbed the razor into Davien's manhood, and he screamed in pure pain, and I laughed. He deserved it. The smell of blood was too much then. Too close. I keened down to his neck and licked it.

"Be glad that it was I that killed you and not another. Any other one of us would have tortured you first," I whispered. He shuddered but said nothing. I opened my mouth wide and was about to take the first bite out of him when I heard Anamane cry out.

I quickly looked up to her to see what the matter was. She had looked up; that was what was wrong. Tears sprinkled down her face, making her look like she had been in pain for years. I retracted my fangs and slowly stood up. Dirking could wait a while.

"Anamane, I-"

I took a step closer to her and she fled.

Which had broken my heart.

Another one I loved was running away from me. All because of my true nature. I sighed, and stepped on the razor sticking out of Davien and then proceeded to go and try to talk to Anamane. Maybe after she heard the entire story she would forgive me.

Kami, I hoped so.

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