"Well you're going to have to. You're not sending me away again."
And with those words, Yuuki Cross left Kaname Kuran silent and she returned to the party. She was always struck with the presence that the Kuran prince possessed. He took charge of a room right when he entered it and it was clear to all that he was a king in the making. Many vampires would gladly die to protect him, not that he needed any protection, without question. He did not have to use his abilities to control others because he had them playing out of the palm of his hand already. He was the most influential, revered, and powerful being in their world and he played himself magnificently. He walked with grace, spoke eloquently and gave respect where respect was due. He was indeed the perfect prince, but of course, had a dark shadow. His grace and eloquence could be put aside in a moment to show the full extent of his power. He could murder a man with the wave of his hand. The same individuals who would give their lives to protect him also would kill to be in his position or to have him under their thumb. It was a vicious cycle, and the council of elders tried to control him and he destroyed them within a matter of days. He was not a man to be reckoned with.
Yuuki always knew her brother had power, but seeing the actual ramifications of it made her feel incredibly inadequate. She had pined after him all these years and did not feel any closer to him than she had when she left. She wondered if she would ever get to know the man behind the mask. Although, she was glad to have left the politics of the vampire world for a year. She couldn't imagine how the scared little girl she was a year ago could've dealt with the hostility and dynamics of this world. She found out more about herself away from all these influences and could stand her own ground against these greedy monsters. She didn't though, have any idea how to approach Kaname. He was too much of a mystery to her, she never knew what he was thinking or how he felt about her. His cold exterior sometimes gave way to a warmth that was unexpected of him and she was at a loss for words at his ambiguity.
Her heart fluttered when she thought about him though. One year away only turned out to strengthen his effects on her when she saw him again. She could still feel his lips on her hand. She tried to play it cool and aloof, but thinking back on the conversation, she realized she had only said 4 sentences to him. 4 sentences after a year apart. "Oy", she said to herself, shaking her head. He didn't seem too surprised to see her, although she had told no one that she was coming, he must have known. The look of mild shock was not the reaction that she had expected or hoped for. "What did I hope for? That he would rush me into his arms and start crying? Hah, that would not be Kaname. It would not be the silent, brooding man that she had fallen for all those years ago.
Yuuki had walked a fair ways away from the patio in her thought and now turned around to look through the crowd for Kaname again. She saw him staring off in the distance with a glass of red liquid in his hand and several empty ones beside him on the balustrade. And it wasn't wine he was drinking.
Kaname was blood thirsty.