Ok, well this is a second version of my Vampire Knight OC i started in my geometry class last year. I don't have the original version oto look back at so im kind of winging it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight...trust me, if i did it would be yaoi all over the place.

Anyways, enjoy.

The cell was deathly cold; the air was stale and musty. Water was dripping somewhere but she could never really identify where. The freezing chains bound to her ankles and wrists seemed heavier today, or maybe it was just her imagination.

The cell door clicked open and slowly, she raised her icy blue eyes. The guard, Takuya, walked in, his steel eyes narrowed distastefully at the young girl in front of him. "Dinner time, girl."

Sakurai blinked once, a small sigh escaping her lips. "What delicious food am I graced with tonight?"

"See for yourself," He slid the tray to the girl with his foot, like she would attack him should he get to close.

Rice and water, Sakura noticed, but there was a cookie this time, at least. She took a slow breath, looking up at Takuya again. "How delicious."

Takuya huffed at the obvious sarcasm as he pulled up the stool not too far from the cell door. He placed it near the girl, sitting on it and lifting the bowl of rice. "Your sarcasm isn't cute, girl."

Sakura glared, her pink bangs, dotted with dried blood, falling in her face. "The way you speak to me is repulsive; I am a respected member of the Manami Clan, I deserve more respect!"

"Your precious clan is dead," Takuya hissed out, a small smirk forming on his lips. "You, dear girl, are no longer a respectable hunter."

"I know," Sakurai snapped, glaring with volatile eyes. "…I've known for seven years…and I was never a hunter to begin with."

Seven years, well that defiantly made her heart clench painfully. It was hard to believe that it had been seven years since that dreadful night, seven years since she had been locked away like the beasts she had used to so eagerly wish to hunt. "…I'm not a beast. I shouldn't be locked up like one."

Takuya grunted. "Eat your food."

Sakura grit her teeth, turning away as the man brought the spoon towards her. "I've lost my appetite."

Takuya, never one with much patience, groaned in frustration and flung the rice bowl across the cell. It shattered with a loud crash and Sakurai jumped a bit. Takuya yanked her chin up, frowning in disgust at the young girl before him. "I hope the president kills you, you sickening leech."

"Go to Hell," Sakurai whispered icily. The man's scent washed over her and Sakurai opened her mouth, her throat suddenly dry and on fire.

Takuya took a few steps back, bending down to pick up the cookie from the girl's tray. He held it out for her and, after a second of painful hesitation, Sakurai reached for it. Takuya snickered, yanking the cookie away and biting into it. Sakurai's eyes widened and Takuya raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, did you want that?"

Sakurai glared silently as the man laughed, walking out of the cell and locking it behind him. He smiled a bit at her, though it was wickedly. "Sorry, honey."

It was silent when he left, the only sound being that insistent dripping once more. Sakurai looked down, eyes closing as her thoughts began to consume her.

It had been seven years since they had locked her away in the underground cells of the Hunter society, seven years since she had seen sunlight, or felt the gentle caress of another human.

Human…the word made her stomach churn almost violently. She was human; she knew she was, even if her humanity was slowly being eaten away. The burning at the back of her throat was proof enough of the beast slowly trying to consume her.

Seven years since that man had taken it all away.

In the back of her mind, his voice snickered cruelly. "You'll thank me soon."

The times when he would speak to her mind, those times were the worst. She could escape his voice; he was a part of her now, as she was a part of him. His voice was still as poisonous and smooth as it had been that night, and it terrified her.

The burning in her throat grew once more and she winced, coughing and her body shuddering. The burning was spreading, through her throat and all throughout her body. She gave a low hiss, gasping just slightly when she once again heard her cell door unlock.

However, it wasn't Takuya, but a younger guard. Sakurai calmed a bit as the young man shone a blindingly bright smile at her. "Hello, miss."

Sakurai forced herself to give him a very small smile. The young man spotted the glass of water Takuya had left when he fed Sakurai and quickly picked it up. "You must be thirsty."

Unlike Takuya, this guard sat directly in front of the girl, holding the glass out to her. Sakurai took it with shaking hands, offering the smallest of smiles. "Thank you…"

The lukewarm water stung as it went down, the burning in her throat protesting against the unwanted liquid. Her body was screaming for something else, something she refused to give it.

"Just give in to your desires."

Sakurai held the empty glass out with a blank expression. The glass slipped out of her before the guard could grab it, shattering on the cell floor. Sakurai almost groaned. "I'll get it…"

"No, I've got it," The guard assured with a gentle smile. He kneeled down, speaking cheerily to the girl. "The president wishes to speak with you soon. I heard he may be letting you out soon."

Sakurai winced again but manages a weak tilt of the head. The guard smiled at her. "Yeah, I guess he thinks you're no as dangerous as expected and-ah!"

The scent of blood hit Sakurai like a punch in the face and she closed her eyes almost instantly. The guard winced and stared at his bleeding finger, cut by a glass shard, and smiled apologetically at Sakurai. "That was sharp."

Sakurai felt the burn spread through her again and she tossed her head back, gasping silently. The guard stood, grabbing Sakurai's shoulders. "Miss, are you alright…?"

Sakurai opened her eyes, the blue slowly shifting to a bright, bloodthirsty crimson. "B-back away…!"

The guard stepped back, eyes wide in slight fear. Sakurai's breathing grew rapid, every huff turning into a loud, guttural snarl that seemed to tear its way from her throat. Her eyes were blood red and her fangs, now sharp and dangerous, struck fear into the guard's heart. He stepped back and fell, landing on his back. He scooted back against the cell bars, his voice low and filled to the brim with terror. "V-vampire…"

The chains that bound her broke effortlessly and she stood, her blue kimono finally tumbling down past her knees and her pink hair tumbling past her shoulders. Her crimson eyes locked on the helpless guard and she fought down the urge to pounce on him and sink her teeth into him.

No, she wasn't a monster; she was a human and that man had done nothing to her. With much force, Sakurai walked past him, slamming the cell door behind her.

"H-hey," The guard gripped the cell bars tightly, eyes wide. "What are you doing? Let me out!"

Sakurai's crimson eyes glared over her shoulder at the young man and he froze in his place. Silently, in a voice laced with sincere agony, Sakurai spoke. "You're safer in the cell."

There was something in the girl's tone that made the guard grow silent. Sakurai turned away, eyes locked on the door that led to the rest of the hunter society…and to freedom. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing the sun once more and her hands clenched at her sides. In a flash, she was at the door and throwing it open.

Ahead of her, the hall was white and she saw many hunters walking about. Her eyes widened a bit before they too saw her. There was a moment of pure silence, the hunters taking a second to register just what, and who, they were seeing. "Get her!"

The moment the command was yelled, Sakurai ran, her own mind blown away by the sheer speed she now possessed. Bullets whizzed past her and vampire blades barely grazed her kimono and she turned on her heel, snarling loudly at the female hunter closest to her. The woman's sword flew at her and Sakurai barely dodged, snarling and backing against the wall.

She was cornered and she didn't know what to do. She racked her brain for the lessons her parents had given her so long ago, to the fighting she had seen her older brother do so long ago. Her body moved on it's own as the hunters flew at her, the hunter half of her reacting on instinct and the monstrous side of her reacting in rage.

The hunters kept coming, bullets flying and blood flying in all directions. The scent of blood drove Sakurai mad, her throat burning more every second she spent fighting.

"Get the president!" Sakurai heard the scream and whirled to her right, her fist sending a hunter flying into another one.

She saw the exit across the room and her eyes widened. She shoved the hunters out of her way, running for the door with wide eyes and a quickly beating heart. She could hear the voices all around her. "Don't let it escape!"

Sakurai felt something hit her legs and she feel foreword, rolling a few times before sitting up, dazed. She glanced at her feet, growling in frustration at the net wrapped around her legs. Another female hunter came towards her, a silver gun pointed directly at her. Sakurai snarled and hissed, thrashing madly until a completely new voice made the entire room grow silent. "That is enough."

The society president stared at the scene from the stair case leading up stairs, his eyes narrowed in pure displeasure. Sakurai growled softly. "President…"

"Sakurai," The president murmured softly, shaking his head. "You were doing so well…I was beginning to think the bite hadn't affected you at all."

"Release me," Sakurai whispered icily, crimson eyes narrowing once more.

The president's eyes narrowed in return. "You have spilled hunter blood, Sakurai. Even if you are a member of the Manami clan, I can not over look this…"

Sakurai grew wide eyed before shaking her head. "Y-you…you cannot possibly lock me back up again!"

"No, you're right," The president turned on his heel, eyes glancing over his shoulder. "…Kill the vampire."

The words hit Sakurai like a brick and she felt her heart stop. Guns were loaded, blades were pointed, and Sakurai looked down, her fists clenching in anger. She had hoped the president would release her, like he had promised so long. She had hoped he would help her, like he had helped her clan for so long…but he had sent her away to her death.

That voice snickered in her head. "Give in to what you've become."

Her heart sped up. No, she wouldn't give in to that horrid blood lust, but she wouldn't let them kill her. She was the daughter of the Manami Clan…she was the only survivor and her family's legacy wouldn't end there, in the white halls of the hunter society.

Her blood seemed to boil as she stood, crimson eyes locking on the exit not too far away from her. Hunters were everywhere now and each of them were ready, as she'd expect they would be. Her throat was on fire; that fire took over her mind, like an animalistic instinct she couldn't force down.

She ran, slamming the nearest hunter into the wall and barely dodging a bullet that whizzed by, grazing her arm. Her arm began to sting and she felt her self stumble, gripping her arm as a trail of crimson blood seeped through the sleeve of her kimono. Hunters rushed at her and her hands lashed out, clawed nails slashing across cheeks and necks and chests. Blood flew everywhere, splattering on her kimono and staining her hands. She turned on her heel, running for the door once more.

She threw the door open, stopping instantly as her eyes gazed at the world in front of her. The stars were out and the moon, full and beautiful, captured her attention like nothing else ever had. How long had it been since she had seen such things, the stars and the moon? It mesmerized her, calming the beast that was trying to claw its way to the surface.

"Got cha."

The bullet whizzed past her and she let out a small scream, grabbing her shoulder that was bleeding from the bullet that had grazed her. She whirled around, eyes narrowed at Takuya who stood there, gun pointed directly at the girl's head. The man smirked. "Well, look at what it's come down to."

Sakurai glared, stepping forward until the barrel of the gun pressed against her forehead. Her crimson eyes narrowed dangerously as her arms fell limp at her sides. "…Kill me, if you so wish to do so."

Takuya blinked, hesitating. That hesitation was enough, and Sakurai rushed forward, slamming the man against the wall behind him. She snarled, knocking the gun out of his hand and watching as it clattered to the ground. Takuya, eyes wide, stared at the girl. "D-don't kill me…please! Anything…just don't kill me…!"

Sakurai stared silently before a small smile formed on her lips. "Silly man…"

Sakurai set her soft hands on the man's cheeks, smiling as her hands slid down to his neck and rested on his chest. Takuya let out a sigh of relief and Sakurai smiled. "Such a silly man…thinking I won't kill you."

Takuya's eyes widened as Sakurai's hand drove through his chest, blood soaking her kimono sleeve and dripping down to the floor. Takuya spit up blood, eyes wide as he slowly gazed at the girl before him. Sakurai tilted her head, a small look of concern on her lips. "I'm sorry…did you want that?"

She yanked her hand away, kicking the man to the side and frowning in disgust. Sakurai glanced over her shoulder and glared at the President who stood in the door way. For a moment they said nothing, neither of them daring to speak first.

The scent of blood was strong, driving Sakurai mad but she masked it, just this once. Slowly, the president spoke. "You've become a true beast, Sakurai…and I had so much hope for you. I thought you'd be like Zero."

Sakurai's eyes narrowed dangerously. "…You wish to see a vampire…then you're looking at the wrong person. I will not lower myself to such a disgusting level…I am a human, and I plan to stay that way."

The president shook his head with a sigh. "How long do you think you can ignore it? You've been fighting this for seven years…now that you're free to the world, how do you expect to suppress the blood lust? You'll become a level e, and then what?"

Sakurai turned on her heel, staring at the open world in front of her. "…I'll kill myself before that happens. I will not become one of those disgusting beasts!"

"You already have," the president murmured.

Sakurai heard the clocking of the guns and she ran, not daring to look back and see just how many hunters had snuck up while she was speaking to the president. It was cold, her heart was pounding and she had that damn e=urge to kill. She would keep running, she promised herself that.

She had to get away from them before she did anything else. However, her biggest enemy was one she couldn't run from, because she couldn't run from herself.

Ok, first chapter done! Kaname and Zero and the others are in the next chapter, so no worries. Reviews? I'd appreciate it ^^'