A/N - I don't own Vampire Knight, just this plot. WARNINGS can be found in the prologue. Just keep in mind this story will deal with heavily dark themes. Not this chapter, or the next (yes, it's written out as well) but soon,and for a long time too. I've noticed this has caught a lot of readers eyes. This makes me so happy. The fact most of you are giving this a chance even though im such an inexperienced author makes me float to cloud nine. Not many reviews but I know my stories being read C:
Chapter 1
The prison was far away from all society. A location so specific almost all the world ceased to know of its existence. Deep within the Mediterranean Sea hid a remote island. The island was beautiful, lush with greens and blues. It could have been the perfect Caribbean getaway had the world known of it. But rather than lavishing the work of God with resorts and such, the island was vast of life. No wildlife inhibited the land besides that of insects roaming the greenery and fish in the pure blues.
No- to say the island was entirely unpopulated would be false. There were inhibits on the land. Approximately a 1,000 resided deep within, but only 30% were human. The rest were vampire. Depending on the views if life, they could be lives as well or not. The island was isolated and unknown specifically for these beings, needing a remote place to properly imprison these sinners.
Right in the center of the island was a land mark free of trees, bushes, grass, lakes, rivers, and all other natural beauties infesting the land. Why, the area was so empty it resembled a desert. The sun even shone strongest here. But this was for a purpose. The extra heat did well to heighten the Vampire Hunter charms surrounding the prison. Right dab in the center of this landmark was the Prison. At first sight, the prison appears like any other building, with stone walls and metal doors. It is square and gray in architecture, and appears as though it is only one story. But like the rule of life, there is more than meets the eye.
Windows cascade the walls all around, welcoming as much light as possible, and behind the building is a large fenced in courtyard. Perhaps large is an understatement. Titanic does it more justice. The courtyard has many sports, ranging from basketball hoops to soccer goals, and work out machinery, but in the far corner of the yard is a giant red X splayed on the floor, specifically to be seen in the air. This is where the runway is. Perhaps this is why the courtyard is so grand, for the prisons personal plane to make its landing within fences (which are bound with countless Vampire Hunter charms).
A plane circles the sky until deciding it's in the perfect angle to descend. The landing is smooth thanks to smooth cement and the plane makes a clean stop right atop the red X. Soon the court doors open and a swarm of men wearing black guard uniforms run towards the plane, Anti-Vampire weapons strapped to their belts as they go. They are trained to expect the unexpected. It's not entirely impossible for things to get out of hand. They stop and line around the planes door just as it opens. The stairs cascade as a blond man stands within view. His red Hunter badge glints in the sun as he salutes his fellow Vampire Hunters. They all salute in turn, watching him descends the stairs and reach for a document on his left chest pocket. A higher ranking guard stands forward as the blond walks up to hand him the paper. Unfolding the paper, the guard asks "How many?"
"Not much." Replies the Hunter. He blows a whistle and another Hunter takes view of the door, this one holding a chain. He calls out a command then pulls harshly on the chain. "Only 27 this year." The Hunter is descending the stairs at a slow speed and soon others appear behind. The first few stumble on the stairs. Seeing as to how they are blindfolded, the chain connected to their handcuffs is all that is directing them. Their senses have been altered by the Hunter charms. They cautiously walk down the stairs as all the guards on duty count them one by one. When another Hunter appears behind the last vampire holding the end of the chain, they count 27. "Not nearly as much as last year." States the blond Hunter.
"Good." Replies the guard. He quickly flips the documents and runs his eyes over the list of names on the paper. He pauses on one name in general. The Hunter he was speaking to has turned his attention to the vampires in custody, commanding them to stay in line. He scans his eyes over the new inmates, searching for one in particular. When he sees silver locks, he stares in disbelief. The blond Hunter keeps shouting while he observes the submissive man. "I've got it from here." He speaks up.
He goes for the chain. The blond Hunter sighs in contempt. "Good riddance. The disgusting bloodsuckers are finally off my hands." He wipes his hands clean as if to emphasize this. He nods at his men, and they walk back up the stairs. "I don't know how you men do it. I couldn't stand the few hours I was on the flight with those leeches, let alone live with them under my feet." Once at the top, the stairs automatically retreat and he turns and salutes once again and says "I commend you all for your patience." And shuts the door.
Hearing the plane start up once again, the front guard yells out "Everyone, back to the quarters." All the Hunters/guards surround the soon-to-be-inmates. Pulling the chain, he implies for the men to follow and they do. It helps that all the other guards threatened them to do so or else. As the plane makes its turn on the runway readying for takeoff, everyone makes their way inside the prison building headquarters: the first floor.
Their all inside by the time the plane hits the sky. Most men separate ways, but the few on duty stay with the inmates as they walk towards large metallic elevators. They shove the inmates in and almost all bare their fangs. The front guard still studies the silver haired man, how he seems indifferent to the abuse not escaping him. When the elevator starts, the blindfolded inmates stumble about as they feel themselves sinking. The elevator stops at the fourth floor and as soon as the door dings open, all Hunters are impatient to get out of such close proximity with the vampires. Being shoved again the vampires find the feeling mutual.
They walk down a long hallway with huge doors at the end. But the doors wasn't their destination, at least not yet, but rather the left turn at the end. Some vampires collide with the corner of an unexpected turn and the guards snickered.
That was the last straw.
Vampires lunged at the nearest guards and snared their teeth and claws. Seeing as to how they were blindfolded, chained, handcuffed and all their senses altered by charms, the attempt was pathetic (some managed to collide with walls). Still the guards found offence. They harshly threw the vampires off and hit them all. Hard. Even the sole stander byer was punched. All grunting from the pain they continuously made their way down the hall to a smaller door.
Once reached, a guard entered a code and the metal door opened automatically. "Get inside." He spat, and the vampires obliged begrudgingly. The doors closed automatically and soon enough the vampires were stalled with a tug of chains from behind. The blindfolds were ripped off harshly and all complained. The lighting in the room was strong and took a few seconds to be adjustable. Once they could open their eyes to the scalding light, they all saw a large room tiled from ceiling to floor. Looking around they size twice as many guards as they expected, almost all staring with disgust and repulse.
"Look here, blood suckers." Said a stern voice. All eyes landed on a man wearing a suit standing in the middle of the tiled room, all but one. The observing guard directed hazel eyes to the silver haired man. His gaze was downcast, and he wondered to himself if his eyes were still lavender or transformed to blood red.
"I'm not one for giving grand speeches, especially for demons of the night." He tapped his cane against the floor, and though the speaker appeared elderly with graying hair and wrinkles, he had a menacing aura about him which advised the vampires to listen or they'd be slaughtered within seconds. "I am Michiaki Kurosawa, but you will refer to me as Mr. Kurosawa or warden. From now on, you answer to me or my boys." He gave a cynical smile as he let the news sink in, enjoying the many expressions crossing the vampires faces.
"Before you lies the doorway to your new life." He pointed behind him to an averaged sized door with a silver glint. "Once you go through this door, there is no coming out." He took a few steps backwards and knocked on the door. A metallic sound resounded. "We've found ways to combine *Tungsten and *Titanium steel to make this gateway indestructible. Even your special abilities wouldn't dent this door thanks to our handy Hunter charms."
He walked towards the group of many sinners. "To your left and right lay your future wardrobe." The vampires looked to their sides and saw several guards standing beside piles of clothes, all blood red. "We want you all to be seen to the naked eye." That and to tease the blood thirsty to insanity. "We only carry two sizes: to your left is large, to your right is small. You be the judge of which is best for you. Grab two pairs and line up as you are now."
The group of vampires parted ways and returned with the red clothing in their arms. "Good." Said the warden. "Now I'm going to open this door and I want you all to go in and change." He starts to enter a code and with his back turned to the group says "Through here is the showers; it's pretty large and spacious and we do a good job of providing with toiletries." He started chuckling as do some guards. "The problem is dropping the soap." Many vampires gulped at this.
The door was wide open now and the warden stepped aside revealing another room with white tile from ceiling to floor. There was steam coming through the door. "It's up to you whether you want to risk a shower or not, but you all have to be dressed in your red jumpsuits by ten minutes or less. Then my boys will drag you out as you are and lead you to your cell."
A guard with a load of keys was walking from vampire to vampire unhooking the chains and freeing them from their handcuffs. There were various sighs of relief and lots of rubbing of sore wrists. Some vampires took the initiative to walk towards the shower room, but a strong hand landed on the first's chest. They all eyed the gray eyed warden as he gave a smug smile. "One last thing." He pat the vampire's shoulder. "Welcome to Night Prison. Enjoy your stay in hell."
A/N – Sorry this chapter is all over the place! I just wanted to go in depth with the prison, the guards, and what the inmates deal with! Chapter two will be similar to this one, but hopefully with more familiar characters. I just don't want to have to keep retelling details; descriptions aren't my forte. I'm going to be selfish with my first fanfic in doing all the describing in two chapters, so bear with me! It might be overwhelming at first.
Anywho, has anyone caught sight of one of the main characters yet? *sarcasm* I made it very subtle I think :} Lol but please do R&R! I love adn appreciate every alert telling me Night Prison has new followers, story alerts, added to a fav. list and etc. but nothing makes my day more than seeing feedback! I write for your commentary! Any flames will be taken as constructive criticism. . . .Or used for the bonfire I'm throwing my reviewers! :D
*Tungsten steel is the most indestructible to heat.
*Titanium steel is the most indestructible to impact.
-ColorlessXrainboW