Readers, I present to you Halloween Part Two! I want to give a short warning: there is a bit of violence in this chapter, and the language takes a tiny step up, but this is still fully rated T. I've reached the halfway point in this storyline, and I want to thank every single reviewer, each and every one of you that have helped me to here through your feedback. I hope this chapter meets with satisfaction, and if there are issues that are confusing or things like that, please feel free to tell me! Thank you so much, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight, or really anything else besides Asraella.

A chill October breeze struck Asraella's face and bare shoulders as she and Takuma stepped outside, her hand entwined with his. This was all too perfect. There she was, with a seemingly-perfect man who was interested in her, walking through gardens under the shadow of a rising moon. If she didn't know better, she would start looking around for the camera crew of the movie they were in. Scenes like this didn't happen in real life, they just couldn't. I can't believe this is real, that this would happen to me, after all I've done. I don't deserve this amazing experience.

They walked slowly in silence for a minute, until Takuma broke the quiet. "The school grounds are beautiful in moonlight like this."

Asraella looked up at him and couldn't agree more. "Yes. They are magnificent."

He turned his gaze from the path ahead of them to her face as he halted. "I know a place a little ways from here that is my favorite spot on campus. It is, in my opinion, the best view here. I want to show it to you."

Asraella smiled. Even though his words hadn't been a question, his tone begged her to come with him. She was entranced by his earnestness. "I'll go. Lead on!"

He returned her smile and started forward again, this time at a faster walk. Asraella had to keep up or be dragged, but she didn't mind the pace. They quickly reached the end of the gardens, but kept walking, the flagstone paths becoming gravel. The carefully manicured bushes and topiaries gave way to small trees and vegetation, the path now winding around obstacles where before the obstacles were moved to straighten the path. They walked like this for what seemed to be a short time to Asraella, who was just happy to be with the blond, green-eyed Takuma Ichijou. Every once in a while, he would look down at her and smile, and she would always smile back. They didn't speak, however. That would have ruined the moment.

After a while of this, Asraella felt her feet starting to hurt. Damn these shoes! Why did I wear four inch heels? Oh yeah, because I thought they were great-looking. Damn my tastes! She didn't say anything however, and she just kept going at Takuma's fast pace. The small trees around the pair started to become larger, older trees, and the vegetation along the edge of the path faded to nothing, exposing the ground, or sometimes short, dead grass. Where are we going? We've walked for a while now… Asraella looked up at Takuma to ask, but at just that moment her heel got caught in between the pieces of gravel on the path, throwing her off balance. She knew she was going to fall, and let go of Takuma's hand, instead using both arms to protect herself from the ground. With a startled yelp, she hit the gravel hard on her left side, her hands between her face and the rough stones. She sat up. Stupid shoes! They are so coming off, gravel or not! She started to slip off her sandals.

"Asraella, are you alright?" Takuma sounded very calm, and Asraella looked up at him from the ground as she pushed herself to her feet, shoes dangling from one hand. He was facing away from her, and had moved to the other side of the wide path, so she couldn't see his face. "Yes, I'm fine. I just—"

She had caught sight of her arms and hands. They were dirty from the fall, but she saw blood seeping out from under the dirt. Damn, I cut myself! She raised one arm and twisted it to see the other side, to inspect for further damage. And scratches there, too, all the way to the elbow. She moved her arm down with the intention to check her dress. I'm sure it's filthy now, if not— Her musings were broken as out of her peripheral vision, she saw Takuma. He had turned around. Her body froze, unable to even scream. Her shoes fell to the ground.

His eyes were red. Not just red, but glowing, their crimson shining in the moonlit night. His face had changed, all its humor or smiles gone. He was staring at her. Asraella stumbled backward, falling again to the ground. As if her movement had flicked some sort of switch, the creature in front of her started approaching, gliding toward her in a slow walk. The red eyes narrowed slightly. She tried to move farther away, but the dress prevented her from going anywhere fast. "Takuma?" His only response was a slight smile, one that made Asraella's blood run cold. "Takuma, stop. What's going on?" The smile became a smirk. Asraella started to pick herself up, moving until she was on her knees. She glanced down as she started to stand, but as soon as she did, her world turned, and then red was all she could see. There was a pressure on her neck, a pressure nearing pain, and she glanced down to find a hand wrapped around her throat. She followed the arm to come face to face with red eyes, staring back at her, and a smirk painting the features of the student who was now right in front of her. How—how did he get here? Asraella's breathing became more labored. She gasped for air. "Takuma…stop…please…" As if honoring her request, the hand disappeared from her throat, but Asraella didn't have time to feel gratitude before the hand was back, this time grabbing her wrists and pulling them together in front of her. The red eyes drew closer. Asraella leaned back, drawing away from the violence she could see in them. Takuma spoke for the first time.

"You don't like me, Asraella?" She struggled to free her wrists, but his hands were iron.

"You want to get away?...Well, that isn't very nice!" As he finished his sentence he moved forward, pushing Asraella in front of him until she felt her back pressed against a tree. Takuma moved both of her wrists to one of his hands, and pushed them above her head. The other hand he placed next to her head on the tree.

"You have no idea, do you, little thing? You have no concept of how wonderful you smell, how wonderful I'm sure you'll taste."

Asraella's eyes widened in fear. Taste? What was he going to do, rape her? Oh God, no! She breathed in to scream.

"I wouldn't make any noise, toy. No one will hear you out here—or maybe, some might, but they won't care."

She froze. There was more than one person involved? She tried to twist in his grip, and suddenly his attention was diverted, as he looked up at her arms. He licked his bottom lip.

"You are a temptation, woman, a temptation. But luckily, you are one that I can indulge in." He rubbed his free hand against her arm and brought it back down, smeared with her blood, to his mouth. He licked down the length of his hand, visibly savoring every moment.

Asraella was confused. She didn't know what was going on, or what Takuma was doing. Why did he attack her? Why was he—she couldn't bring herself to put words to his actions! She couldn't stand it any more. She screamed.

"Get off me! Hel—"

Her shouts were cut off as the hand Takuma had been licking clean collided with the side of Asraella's face. She bit back her shriek of pain, emitting a muffled groan.

"I told you not to make any noise, bitch." His eyes never left her face as the hand that had slapped her moved to her torso, sliding down the satin towards her hip and then further, until his fingers brushed the start of the slit at her thigh.

"I don't think I'm quite ready to enjoy the entrée yet." The red irises bored into Asraella's skull. His fingers grasped one side of the slit and yanked, ripping the seam to her hip. The red lace of her underwear was exposed, and so was a square of gauze, held to her skin by an edging of medical tape. Asraella cringed. His hand started to slide up and down her bare skin, almost petting her. His fingertips brushed the gauze, and Takuma chuckled darkly.

"You want to cover up, huh? Cover up your little habit? I knew from the beginning, as soon as I smelled you. Any of us would." His fingers pried up a corner of the tape. "Let's show the world, shall we? I've waited too long."

Asraella's leg moved involuntarily when Takuma ripped the tape and gauze off her hip, and she hissed as the pain registered. He started petting her again, his fingers tracing the deep, straight wounds that marred her pale skin. Tears sprung to her eyes at the light pressure on the raw, painful cuts. "That's much better. You smell so delicious, darling--did I already tell you that?"

"Fucking bast—" This time, after Asraella felt the impact of his hand on her face, she raised her head tasting blood. She tried to kick at Takuma, but her new found violent streak was cut short as one of his knees slammed against the tree in between her legs and his free hand went back to hold her wrists with the other one. He leaned into her, pinning her entire body against the tree with his. His face was almost next to hers, barely an inch apart. Asraella's breath hitched in her throat. He leaned in further, to whisper in her ear.

"I was wondering when you'd grow a backbone, bitch. You tried to fight off that Level E before so I was expecting more from you than this 'damsel in distress' act you've been putting on so far. Now I can have fun and enjoy this. I might even let you scream."

Asraella was paralyzed. She didn't move. Her thoughts had vanished as soon as he had pinned her. She couldn't move, she wouldn't scream, and she could feel Takuma's breath against her ear. Before, she was frightened. Now she was scared. His breath started to slide from her ear to her throat, and she felt his nose brush against her skin. She couldn't even close her eyes. Her mind was running in circles. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God… Tears started to leak from her eyes as Takuma pulled away from her neck to look at her face.

"Now, don't worry. This won't hurt at—"

A loud bang shattered the quiet of the woods and Takuma Ichijou was forced away from Asraella. He landed on the ground several feet away, with blood quickly soaking the shoulder of his tuxedo. Asraella, after a second, slid to the ground shaking, eyes still filled with fear as she stared uncomprehendingly at him, as he started to pull himself to his feet. A large dark figure stepped in front of her, and she flinched. She looked up to see the back of a person with silver hair, still wearing a Day Class Uniform. It took another second for her mind to make the connection. Zero. It's Zero. Asraella relaxed a little. Zero is here. It'll all be alright. Zero's here. She just stared at his back, not thinking of anything at all, until he spoke.

"Asraella, run back to the school. Now."

She didn't move. Her thoughts were moving slowly. Zero repeated himself, this time yelling.

"ASRAELLA! RUN! NOW!"

Her adrenaline kicked in and she scrambled to her feet, stumbling away as fast as she could. After a few yards she had regained her balance, and she started to run, paying no attention to her bare feet, which were being cut by the sharp gravel. Within seconds she had passed a bend in the path, leaving Takuma and Zero behind.

Takuma hauled himself to his feet. He looked up to see Zero, standing over him with the Bloody Rose still in his hands, its barrel smoking lightly. He sneered at the prefect, whose normally expressionless face was twisted with anger.

"Are you angry that I attacked her? That I almost took what you want?"

Zero's hand clenched around the gun he was holding, and it started to shake. "I want to kill vampires like you who take advantage of people. Monsters who take the shape of humans!"

"If I'm a monster, than what are you?"

A strong wind whipped into the clearing, and Takuma's face took on a look of fear. Zero smiled. Nothing he did besides killing the bastard would be worse than what the filthy vampire had coming. Kaname Kuran didn't like his 'peace' broken.

Within seconds the Night Class president and pure blood stepped onto the gravel of the path, not making a sound. He was angry; both Takuma and Zero knew it. He approached them, and Zero backed off.

Kaname's eyes flashed red and Takuma flew into a tree, hitting it so hard that the trunk cracked. With another flash Takuma was slammed back into the ground, almost as if the air itself was pushing him around. As Takuma was thrown around repeatedly, Zero watched on, stunned. He had never seen this side of the pure blood's power. After a few more seconds of this brutal beating, Takuma Ichijou fell to the ground, and wasn't picked back up. Kaname took a deep breath.

"How dare you. You broke my laws, and you lied to me. If not for the others, I might never have caught on until it was too late. You knew me too well, Takuma Ichijou. As you might guess, this is the least you have to worry about." His voice was dangerously soft. Kaname walked over to where the pummeled Takuma was struggling to get up, and grabbed the collar of his tuxedo jacket. He turned to Zero.

"We're going back to the Moon Dorm. Find the girl and alert the Chairman. I will contact him myself shortly." With another rush of wind, he was gone.

Zero returned the Bloody Rose to his jacket and set off to find Asraella. He had only gone a few feet before he stopped, clutching his head. The rush of adrenaline that had come when he had shot Takuma had kept him from noticing that she had been bleeding. Badly. Her blood was like a beacon, leading him to exactly where she'd be. He felt his teeth elongating, and struggled to maintain his sanity. If he let go, she would die, and by his hand. No! I will not lose! I can't! After what seemed like forever, Zero had fought down the beast inside of him. He was breathing through the sleeve of his coat, to dull the scent of Asraella's blood that hung in the air. He started to jog. It was cold out, and she was probably in shock. I have to get to her fast. He had gone on for about two minutes when he caught sight of her. She was limping, and had slowed to a walk. He also fell to a walk, and gained on her slowly, so that he didn't scare her worse than she already had been. He stepped on a stick without noticing it, and the sharp snap echoed in the trees around them. Asraella spun quickly, or tried to, and fell. She moaned slightly as her hands and bare leg hit the gravel for the umpteenth time that night. Seeing this, Zero started running, and got to her quickly. He bent down to pick her up, sliding one arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees. Before he managed to get upright, he realized too late what a bad decision that was.

Asraella had run forever, and then walked when she couldn't run. She didn't think of anything: not of Takuma, not of Zero, not of the dance. She just kept heading towards the school, always towards the school. If she got there, everything would be fine. She didn't feel the cuts in her hands, arms, and feet, or her split lip. She just needed to get to the school.

A loud snap shocked her, and she tried to find out where it was coming from, but then she was on the ground. Dull pain ran up her arms and leg. She could feel herself bleeding. Something was running towards her, and she couldn't care. It reached her and she could see who it was that was now trying to pick her up.

Zero. He's here now. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the cloudiness that had been creeping at the corners of her mind, and she could feel herself shivering. All of a sudden, the arm beneath her legs disappeared, and she knew she was sitting on the ground again, only this time there was something against her back that reached around her front and held her. There was warmth there, and then there was warmth against her neck, a damp heat. She relaxed more, leaning back into the thing holding her. Her eyes started to open as a sharp pain ran through her neck and down her spine, but it was quickly gone, and she drifted down slowly until everything faded.

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