Ki††y:;: Hey guys! I am so sorry I haven't been updating Bitten Love, but I will be updating it very soon! I just had some major writer's block *sweat-drop*. Anyways I was bored one day and listening to Linkin Park's version of 'My december' when I thought of this idea. Please review and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Not all ages in this story will be accurate with the actuall Manga, in fact a lot of stuff will be different so their really shouldn't be any sspoilers X3. Also this is a slash story, meaning it is a story that is homosexual in nature and involves two males showing their love for one another in a non platonic way. If this offends you then please exit my story for I will not take flames simply because of the gender of the pairing. Thank You!

Flames: Will not be accepted because of slash or because you don't like the pairing or my work. If you don't like it than hit that pretty little back button on your computer. Constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated. Please forgive spelling/grammar errors, I have yet to find a beta. Please review because it encourages me!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight and am making no profit by writing this story. If I did than their would be hot smexy homosexualness in every part of the manga x3

Claimer: I DO own this plot and story line, so please do not copy my idea or rewrite my story without my direct permission. If somebody does this than please tell me so I can bite their heads off X3

ENJOY!

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White was one the ground, a blinding white. A Heaven on Earth some may call it, a Heaven turned into a Hell. The Kiryu Mansion stood in flames, melting the white around it. Bodies were strewn everywhere, both inside and outside the crumbling building. Their listless eyes stared into nothing and there wounds remained open, blood spilling out; tainting the pure ground.

Red, such a pretty red.

In the middle of the wreckage sat a child no more than 10 with wide blue-silver tinged eyes. They were not innocent, as most children, but neither were they cruel nor tainted. Silver hair clung to the boy's head and over shadowed his eyes gently before falling to his neck, barely reaching his neck. He was pale, and his white clothes almost camouflaged him in his surroundings. So pure, so untainted; Only marred by the red dying his clothes and slowly seeping into the ground.

"Such a pretty red, such pretty blood"

The voice echoed, so loud against the silence, so quietly whispered through the boy's foggy, pain-filled mind. Such a dark voice though. Though not quite getting through to the numb boy, the sound did make him look up. Only for his dull silver eyes to clash with violent red ones. The man before him was beautiful, there was no denying that fact, but he was also terrifyingly ugly. The aura around him, the sheer violence, made him hideous. A wide fanged smile split his face and a low chuckle escaped him. He stalked towards the still boy, his red eyes seeming to eat away at the child's soul. Silver eyes only regarded him with a strange look, as if just realizing he was there. The boy wasn't scared. Why should he be? He's one of the most talented hunts there is and he is still but a child. There isn't any possible way this man, this creature, could hurt him.

But look at what he's done to the family

A sense of hopelessness washed through him, and rendered him useless. Was it his fault this happened? They died because he couldn't protect them. Maybe it it's best if he dies as well. At least he would join his brother in the afterlife. The thought brought a strange sad smile to his lips. The creature in front of him froze, but then got rid of his hesitation. So what if the kid was sad? As long as he got a good meal then who really gave a damn. The boy just sat there as the creature approached, and for second it seemed like this would be the easiest meal he'd ever had. The boy just sat there, but his eyes did close and he waited for the feeling of pain and then just sweet darkness. However, the only thing he felt was a warm liquid being sprayed upon his face.

Confused he opened his eyes, only to meet with yet another rubied pair. However, these were different. They were a more vibrant colour and he would've gotten lost in them had he not been stunned by the tragedy and his own weakness. The boy in front of him looked 13 and had long brown hair that fell a bit past his shoulders, but still was cut neat and tidy. He was dressed warmly and the snow flakes didn't melt on his skin like it did in the warm blood surrounding him. His pale arm was outstretched and covered in the vile creature's blood.

"What's your name?" the boy caught sight of fangs when the other spoke, but just continued to stare with listless eyes, his voice is beautiful. Though he knew he should fear for his life, he didn't. He merely questioned as to why this strange boy had saved him. Why had this vampire saved him?

He save me.

The thought was unwanted in the younger one's mind. All his life he'd been trained to hate these creatures. These animals who lived off human lives, who fed off their sustaining blood. They were disgusting. Vile. Evil.

But he saved me

The thought was unwanted in his mind. A war waged on in his conscious. Should he tell this stranger his name, and therefore give him some access to his free will, or should he just refuse and be insolent to the man (creature?) who just saved him.

"Zero," his voice was strange, even to his own ears. It was lighter then usual, nothing but a whisper and very hoarse. The boy just looked at him with those haunting ruby eyes and kneeled before him, so fast he himself almost didn't catch the movement. Still numb the boy looked at him, the vampire was emotionless but tilted his head lightly; as if curious of the mortal boy in front of him. Before Zero could blink the boy had a hand gently cupping his cheek. On instinct he leaned into it. It was cold, colder than the snow surrounding them. But Zero didn't care. He didn't care that the boy in front of him was nothing more than the monster which he'd just destroyed. The monster that had killed his family and took Ichiru with it. No, all he cared about was that feather light touch. His only connection to the real world.

Even though his eyes remained closed he could feel the slight smile/smirk being sent his way. He slit his eyes and saw the red ones before darkness took him. He could have sworn those eyes had turned brown.

Such a pretty, pretty brown.