Kaname told me to stay in the room. He said he'd be back soon. He asked me to wait for him. I would. I'd always wait for him. I didn't care how long he took, even though I really didn't want to be alone right now. I'd wait forever for him, as long as it took. I was feeling too many things right now, far too many emotions. I didn't know what to do except what he told do. I couldn't bare to think for myself at the current moment. My mind was racing. I was at his mercy.

I was sitting in the bathtub, still in my clothing, shivering terribly from a chill I couldn't seem to shake off-rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm my thoughts and my tremors. My body was so very cold, inside and out. I was having the hardest time getting warm. The water couldn't get hot enough for me. Having just drank Kaname's blood wasn't sitting right with me. It was still very strange to my human consciousness. Though I understood who I was now, it didn't seem normal-drinking blood, having such sharp teeth resting behind my lips. I kept tearing into my cheeks, my tongue, my own blood filling my mouth, bitter. The wounds healed instantly, of course, but it still caused me pain-and shock, both physically and mentally. The blood seemed to vibrate underneath my own skin-through my veins, feeling so much stronger than I was before. I stared down at my reflection in the water-between my knees-not recognizing myself. My ebony hair was black no more. The brown that I once loathed had returned-soft burgundy highlights aflame. It was much softer and thicker to,;shining and soft as could be, floating around me in the water like a silk curtain.

I didn't see the visions of blood anymore, no longer haunted by a past I couldn't recall. Now I only saw my own memories. Real memories, from my past. Memories of my mother and my father-of my parents, real parents, of when they were alive, of the house we used to live in, my mother reading to me before bed, stroking my forehead and whispering love tales between her and father. I felt a sort of closure-knowing that they didn't truly abandon me that night-leaving me to the mercy of that rouge vampire. Part of me defiantly felt abandoned, though, having been left without parents at such a young age.

They were both Pureblood vampires. They were both so strong! How could they have fallen at the hands of...that man.

The tile near my head shattered against my rage, my pain.

They were dead.

My parents were dead.

They shouldn't be dead!

I stood in the tub-water pouring off my clothes in streams-having decided my next course of action, hands shaking at my sides.

No, I couldn't just leave things as they were.

I striped my body of my wet clothes, leaving them in a sopping pile on Kaname's bathroom floor. I went into his bedroom completely naked and began to rummage through his wardrobe for something dry to wear, not caring that I knocked clothes to the floor in the process. I settled for a plain grey dress shirt, wrapping it around my wet body. It smelled just like him. My head spun with nothing but thoughts and images of him, my rage completely forgotten.

But only for a moment.

I could sense him even now-there was more then one Kuran here, and it wasn't Kaname I could feel.

I had never truly seen his face, never even heard his voice. But I knew that it was him. The mam that had taken away my happiness, my childhood, my family.

All I felt was resolve-a strong sense of territorial-ness. No one else would be taken from me. Never again.

When I opened the door leading to the hallway Auido was standing there in it's entrance, his back to me. He turned to face me, though, at hearing the door open.

"Cross-ah...no...Kuran-sama..."

"What..." I arched an eyebrow at him, momentarily confused by what I just heard come out of his mouth. Not only had he addressed me so formally-something I've never heard before, he called me by Kaname's name. Sure, I was born a Kuran, I knew I was. But the part of my mind that still thought I was a human soared at the thought of having the same name as Kaname, at other people addressing me as such-and my heart skipped a beat. I was his and he was mine. I cleared my throat. "Hana-chan, stand aside." I said.

He shook his head at me, his face uneasy. "Kaname-sama told me to make sure you stay in here...did you need anything?" he asked. "I can get it for you."

"No. I need to leave." I stated, firmly this time. "And you're in my way." I knew that other vampires had to obey Purebloods. I knew that Purebloods had a sort of control over them. However I had no idea how to use it, not that I truly wanted to have control over anyone's free will. My desire to get out of this room was very strong though. My desire for revenge for my family was burning throughout my entire body. Shiki's face was glowing brightly behind my eyes. Though the person I was now knew that Shiki was not the man I was looking for-I knew that that was the form he now possessed. And I didn't care if I had to kill Shiki and he in one.

My humanity trembled at my violence.

-I've come for your princess...

I shoved her down, remembering my mothers blood dripping face hovering over me.

Something flew out of me-a sort of energy burst that made me gasp at its suddenness-sending Auido crashing loudly into the opposite wall, knocking him out. A small trail of blood dripped out from his hairline onto his forehead, staining the carpet.

I couldn't control what I was feeling inside. I didn't mean to hurt Hanabusa. I didn't want to hurt anyone. It hurt my heart to hurt him. Tears stung my eyes and it took all of my control not to go to him. Hanabusa had never really done anything to harm me. He didn't deserve it. I stood over him, staring down at his limp body, silently promising myself that he'd be okay before I continued on my way.

Dawn was breaking over the horizon. It was just barely dark out still. Morning dew clung to the grass, making it look like it had just rained. A low misty fog hung in the air. It was chilly, too. I stared down at my feet as I walked along the pavement, wondering why I didn't have any shoes on, wishing I had worn pants. I couldn't remember the night before very well, my conversation with Kaname, why I ran to him in the first place. I loved him, but whenever the night haunted me I usually went to Zero.

Zero!

He didn't know.

I stopped walking, holding my head in my hands, fisting my hair so tightly it hurt.

Chaos.

It truly felt like raging chaos inside my mind. Zero had no idea I was a vampire. I knew he wouldn't take it well. What would I say to him when I saw him? How could I possibly explain any of this to him? So that he would understand without hating me?

"Cross! Ahh! I mean, Kuran Yuuki-sama! Please wait!"

I turned around at the sound of my name being shouted out to the stars-dropping my hands back to my sides-to see Auido sprinting up to me and waving his arms around above his head like a crazy person. I guess he wasn't as badly hurt as I thought he was. There wasn't any blood on his face, no visible bruising. I guess that he had healed just fine.

He stopped directly before, bracing his hands onto his knees and fighting to catching his breath.

"What are you-" I started.

He looked up at me sharply before snapping up into a pin straight stance, glaring down at me. "You!" he accused, jamming a finger in my direction, right at my nose. "Are you trying to get me killed?! Kaname-sama is going to be so pissed off when he finds out that I let you leave the room. Or, better yet, are you trying to kill me yourself?! Just what was that back there?"

I shrugged. "Well, I did tell you to move." I defended, shoving his hand away, even though I really did feel terrible for hurting him before. "You should have listened to me, Hana-chan."

Hanabusa's cheeks tinged the lightest shade of pink and he stomped his foot like a child. "You're supposed to listen to me!" he argued. "I'm the one that's in charge here!"

I turned on my heels and continued on my way, pretending I didn't hear that. No one was in charge of me.

"At least put some shoes on! Kaname will have my head if you get hurt!" he called out after me. "And tell me where it is you're going anyway!"

"I'm looking for a worm." I muttered, angry.

"Is that anyway to talk about your uncle?"

And he was right in front of me. Just like that. I hadn't even blinked. He was suddenly just there. And it wasn't Shiki anymore. He decided to show his true self this time instead of hiding behind another disguise like a coward. That night he came and murdered my parents he brought a small band of vampires with him. Always hiding behind a mask. I stared at him now-his eyes, the eyes that always haunted me as a child and in my dreams, one red and one blue. He had a filthy grin smeared across his face, staring at me like a starved, deranged beast.

"Kuran Rido." Auido sneered, stepping in front of me protectively, throwing me off guard.