*Important Authors Note at the end! WARNINGS! can be found in the prologue and *gasp* What's that? I still don't own Vampire Knight?
Chapter 2
The sound of water hitting tile is all the hazel eyed guard hears. He's positive there's activity around him but he's oblivious to it all. All he notices is the sound of water against tile and steam curtaining a doorway. After speaking to his superior about the 'interesting' newbie in the group he was too surprised to hear what vampire was assigned to him and stonily made his way to the real showers entrance. There he stood, thinking and thinking and thinking until the cause of all his thoughts walked out of murky steam, red jumpsuit in hand and body.
A guard started towards his direction but the higher ranking officer put up his hand. "I've got this one." He said. It was a slight abuse of his power but the Hunter wasn't complaining; he wasn't picky about which vampire he had to 'show around'.
The guard walked up to the lingering vampire. He stood there oblivious as to what to do but still the same indifferent expression etched on man's face. "Follow me." He ordered and tried replicating his expression. It faltered a little when amethyst eyes dragged up from the ground to his hazel before dropping back. He pat his hat lower against his ashy brown hair to hide his startled eyes. He turned on his heel and started walking down a large hallway.
The guard was caught off guard only for a second. It must have been the convict's eyes. They were so dull and void of life when they saw him. Nothing like the intense violet from his memory. Not even a hint of surprise or recognition flashed through them. 'So he really has fallen.' He thought bitterly to himself.
Then there was no need for him to be so formal and familiar with him. Treat him like all the others he reminded himself. He heard light steps following at a safe distance. Start with the basics. "Your cell is on the last floor. That's four floors away currently. It's a good walk from the showers but at least you'll kill time." He didn't have to look back to know the vampire wasn't bothering with his surroundings. The image of a lean man with a mop of silver hair looking down came to mind.
"This is the fourth floor." He expressed around him. The floor was relatively empty besides three doorways and a flight of stairs at the end of the first hall way. There were four hallways on each floor connecting in a square. This was to make rounds easier on the guards, they could make full circles and still see everything. It was also due to the large gap in the center. If he bothered to look down –but the guard knew he wouldn't- he'd see it reach about four more floors down. If inclined at the right angle too, all other floors were viewable as well. There was a tall sturdy rail surrounding the hole, but that didn't stop casualties.
He pointed to the opposite side of the showers. "Over on that side is the laundry room and where we just came from are the showers. Both are relatively spacious as you just saw." He pointed to a few doorways they were passing on their way to the stairs. "These are a lot smaller: the council and programming rooms. Ask around for what interest you and the timing." He reached the stairs and waited for the silent inmate to reach him. He was still looking at the floor.
Now walking down the wide stairs, they were reaching the fifth floor. Though the large railed gap still gaped the center, this floor was a lot livelier than the prior. There were vampires walking in and out of four doors on opposite sides of the walls and at the end of the first hallway were large double doors. Vampires were passing them by now on the stairs, some specifically avoiding them and others glancing curiously their way. "That's the fifth floor. There you'll find the kitchen, lounge, library and entertainment room. Again, ask around for specifics." And then the fifth floor was out of view as they continued descending the stairs.
The next floor was different. The railed gap was there once again, but the few doors and nude gray walls were replaced for cells. Cell after cells lined against one another in all their glory. It seemed to be straight out from a movie. They were square like cubicles and had horizontal and vertical metal bars. They looked like the same combination of steel as the door in the showers. All were currently open but still most were filled with vampires.
Here did the silver haired male stop, glancing up and scrutinizing the cells. The brunette stopped descending the stairs and turned to him. "The sixth floor. Not yours. This is for the small timers; in and outers." He took tentative steps closer as more and more inmates passed them. They were all watching the new guy and more than once did he catch some leering at the still figure.
Now that he had full view of his profile did the guard get to study his old companion. He had the same attributes: white hair and purple eyes but if possible time has made him more pleasant to the eye. His silver locks resembled the glint of the moon and his eyes reminded him of lavender. His skin was ivory pale and looked soft to the touch. His frame was leaner than he remembered and his large sized jumpsuit hung off slightly, but the red intensified his heavenly features. Without seeming too feminine he was incredibly beautiful. A curse and burden in this hell-hole.
When the whistles and hollers started he finally called out to him. "Come on Kiryu." The name was like acid on his tongue and brought on many memories of the boy he once knew. He didn't bother to see if said boy was following but a shuffling of feet told him he was.
They neared the seventh floor soon enough and he passed it in a breeze. It too was a floor decorated with cells. Finally descending on the last floor they came to the end of the stairs. The gap was missing now, this being the last floor, but like the two floors prior this one, cells lined up every wall. There were so many it was a pain for the Hunter to remember. "This is your floor."
He started leading him all the way towards the end of one wall. The very last room on the adjacent corner to the stairwells was where he stopped. He'd waited till the younger male reached his side to move out of the way. Expecting some form of reaction at the sight of his new home, hazel eyes slanted in irritation at the pale boy's listlessness.
Inside was nothing more than the basics for every cell's needs: a toilet, sink, and double beds. Him not having seen the insides of other cells though was probably why he couldn't tell how privileged he was. The toilet was the best in the prison (the very same in all the guards dorm on the first floor) and in pristine condition, the sink resembled more of a vanity with its grand mirror taking up half a wall and faucet which he knew produced warm water, and the beds were queen sized Tempur-Pedics with Egyptian-cotton sheets and beaded pillows. There was even a rug on the cold tiled floor. Yet the Level D vampire waltzed right in and dropped his spare jumpsuit on the bed without a novel like all this didn't faze him.
The guard took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair at the entrance of the luxurious cell. He was exhausted and forming a new migraine; recruit days always exerted his energy and caused him extra stress. The inmate currently sitting down on the left queen sized bed didn't do anything to help his growing headache. Luckily for him his vacation days were less than a week away. If he could only hold out for five more days and he'd be free of murky vampires for a solid six months.
He gave an exhausted sigh. "Supper is at 5." He informed. Placing the hat back on his ashy brown curls he continued "Cell check is at 8. Lights out at 11 o'clock sharp." He stepped away from the entry and turned towards the man in the cell. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows rested on his knees studying his hands. He briefly wondered what he was looking for. His expression was as solemn as he always remembered it, but the spark of life once residing his eyes was missing. Truly the years have changed them.
A/N – Not much of a chapter ending, I know. Originally I planned on adding half of chapter 3 to this, but I'm afraid of the chapters growing too long. You guys be the judge: is short and simple holding out or will long chapters scare you off? My paragraphs as well, should I have shorter ones? My English classes have been killer in high school and I'm afraid I'm used to writing long paragraphs.
Once the story gets rolling I plan on writing flash back prologues on some chapters to give you a sense of what universe this plots in. It's mostly canon beside a few important twist and turns I've messed with. The flashbacks will help smooth those out hopefully to where you all understand this newfound world of Vampire Knight C:
Please R&R! I've got chapter 3 typed out and ready to go as you read but have decided to hold back on its postage until further request. But here's a little bait for you all: It has a certain Pureblood we all adore to hate~
-ColorlessXrainboW