Disclaimer- I don't own vampire knight.

Warnings- Incest (Juri/Haruka), twincest (sort of), slash!

It's vampire knight, everything is confusing and incesty

I heard the shot before I felt it.

I saw the look in the man's eyes that told me he hadn't been expecting that anymore than I had. My sister, no more than fifteen and just years few short years behind me, let out a sound half way between a gasp and a sob.

She was supposed to have met me in the cafe after school. I was supposed to help her go over her math test and prepare for the retake. Then, as I was passing the alley next to the coffee shop, I saw some middle age man holding my sister at gunpoint.

My reaction was immediate. Surging forward I threw myself between the gun and my baby sister, every fiber of my being wanting to protect the young girl I practically raised. The shock of my presence must have scared him, and his tight grip on the trigger pulled just a little too much. My life ending because the idiot didn't know how to hold a gun.

As the world around me started to spin, I heard the coward start to flee. The pavement drew up to met me as the hard gravel pieces dug into my back. But I couldn't bring myself to care. All that mattered was the fact my adorable little sister was hovering over me, alive.

"No! No! Your not supposed to die!" Tears started dripping off her chin. "You supposed to become a doctor! Your supposed to get out us of this place! You're supposed to live! Please!"

I opened my mouth in hopes of giving her some resemblance of comfort, but all that came out was the blood that had been pooling in my throat.

"No, no. Don't talk, you shouldn't talk." She glanced up, probably trying to find someone to help. Neither of us had a cell phone, we couldn't afford to pay the bill every month, all of our efforts went to doing well enough in school to get a scholarship.

When she found no one she started to press on the red stain growing on my dress. I couldn't feel the wound, I couldn't feel much of anything. My mind started to get farther away as the stain spread, ruining my dress.

"Please don't die." She whimpered. "I don't know what to do if you die."

I gave her my best smile, reaching up to cup her face. She could survive without me, all that mattered was the fact she was alive. She could find a better life.

"Please." Her baby blue eyes were filled with so much pain that it almost hurt more than the bullet.

The late summer air around me grew cold, or maybe I was. That would make more sense, August didn't get that cold. My eyes grew harder to open every time I blinked and an almost familiar tiredness washed over me.

I knew the end was drawing nearer. Clearing the blood from my throat the best I could while on my back, I open my mouth to once again attempt to talk.

I knew I wouldn't be able to say the entire thing, so I stuck to the clearest part of the message.

Tightening my hand on her check the best I could, I spoke my last words- my last word.

"Love."

My hand fell and darkness stole me away.

I didn't get to rest very long in peace. After what felt like few moments, I was shoved into a cold, dark blur. Hands pulled me up and started poking me.

Words in a language that sound much like Japanese filled the air around me along with a high pitch cry on my right. I tried to twist in the hands' grip, but all I could find the strength to do was wiggle weakly.

Had I survived the gunshot wound? No. I distantly remembered the life draining out of me. So where was I? Who were these giant people?

Worried words in the same language called out from the bed. The one holding me answered, almost like he was soothing the woman. I tried to speak up, ask where I was, what was happening. But all that came out was sharp cry that I cut off as quick as I started.

This seemed to worry the voices above me, bringing me closer and laying what felt like a face to my chest. That's when I realized I was not only wet, but naked as well. I was naked and a giant man was laying his head on my chest!

I started to wiggle harder, letting out another one of those awful cries. The man seemed to take this as what he was looking for and told the woman something with a laugh. He started to walk with me toward where the woman's voice was coming from.

Gentler, softer hands toke me. Smooth hands wrapped me in a soft blanket and quiet words were whispered.

I didn't understand any of them, besides one word at the end.

"Kioshi."

Being a baby came as a bit of a shock to me. Not that I wasn't grateful to have another chance at life, but I kinda missed the last one. I felt bad about leaving my sister behind. As sure I was that she could survive, I was still worried.

Though my new life was rather distracting, with me being a vampire and all. Yep, that's right. VAMPIRE!

Everyday, after going through a traumatizing breastfeeding experience, my beautiful new mother would bite her forefinger and let me suck on it. At first I thought that they were just really weird and tried to fight those feeding times. But then after a few days I realized that I would get a growing pain in my throat.

It indescribable really. The best way to put it was a need for something that grew stronger and stronger until it was unbearable. It's what I image being addicted to drugs felt like. I don't know what would happen to me if I went long without blood, but I don't think it would feel good at all.

The problem was that I felt it all the time. After the feeding it would be dulled, but it was stilled there. I wondered if it would ever go away, or I would just have to deal with it the rest of my life. Maybe if I hadn't been human before I wouldn't have had a problem with the bloodlust, I would have always felt it and brushed it off as normal.

My new parents seemed to be very relaxed as vampires like they had been that way for a long time or were born ones like me. That would make sense I supposed, in a weird crazy way.

My new mother was a very beautiful woman with flowing brown hair and red-brown eyes. She was a rather happy person. Smiling down at me as she held me in her lap and laugh at what my new father had to say. His hair was darker, but otherwise they could be brother and sister. Their noses were the same, along with the shape of their faces.

It bothered me.

I mean, I know that they're vampires and all; but incest? It was weird. Though I didn't have any proof of the matter, I still had this sneaking suspicion.

Then there was also the fact that as far I could tell, my mother's name was Juri and my father's was Haruka. You know, the parents from Vampire Knight. It didn't help anything that I had a twin brother I was pretty sure was named Kaname, he was the one I had heard in the delivery room.

I had gone through my Vampire Knight obsession in middle school, but it was still one of my favorite mangas. While I didn't know as much about it as I did back then, I still could probably win a trivia contest about the thing. So I was pretty sure that Kaname didn't have a twin at any point, and the Kuran's didn't have three children.

The thought being a Kuran wasn't exactly welcomed. I mean, I had nothing against the family, to each their own and all that. However, that didn't mean I was happy about it, being born in a family where incest is pretty much a given. I loved my sister, but not like that!

Not that I would really have to worry about getting pregnant at any point, given I was a boy and all. Yep! Whatever godly entity had put in a world where vampires existed and incest was accepted, they had made me a guy.

It didn't really bother me though. I had never really put much stock in gender, it was just how I was raised. Boys were boys and girls were girls, it was a simple as that. Nothing about gender matters except what you made matter. As cheesy as it was, it really didn't matter what was on the outside only what's on the inside.

So while I was okay with being a guy, being a vampire was kind of weird. But after only about a week, what else could you expect?

Plus it wasn't till the eighth day of my new life my Vampire knight theory was proven.

I stared up at the man from Haruka's arm. Everything about him screamed power, much like my new parents, but this was different. His aura was darker, almost like a beast in the night you would expect from a vampire.

My vision had cleared up soon after I was born, doing more than just letting me see, but also enhancing my sight more than I could ever remember. I could see every thread in the blanket that Juri had wrapped me that morning. And I could see the specks of red in the man's mismatched eyes that spoke wonders about his mood.

I knew that all vampire's eyes glowed blood red when hungry, I had seen it happen to Haruka and Juri every time they bit themselves to feed me. So it would make sense that a vampire's eyes would turn red when feeling like killing something. And that was exactly what I felt the tall man was holding back.

From the tiny parts of the conversation I and heard from the adults in the room, I had come to the conclusion that the man's name was Rido. I filed that and the occasional Onii-sama that would come after it as more proof that I was in the Vampire Knight universe.

Who was I kidding, I had already expected the fact I was both a guy and a vampire in this new life. Why not just add the fact I was also in a manga?

The siblings continued to talk in what still sounded so much like gibberish, as Juri cooed down at Kaname.

Smiling up at her older bother, Juri lifted my older twin from where was laying in her arms and offered him up for Rido to hold. The man hesitated, for a moment before taking the small bundle into his arms. The baby started to leak onto our uncle's hand.

Juri looked horrified, clasping a hand over her mouth she murmured was I hoped was an apology. Rido gave her a gentle smile, saying something else before turning and walking out of the room.

A sudden memory hit me. In the manga Kaname wasn't Yuuki's brother at all, he was the ancestor Kaname that Rido had woken from his tomb with the death of the young Kaname. Wait, baby Kaname was killed by Rido to awaken ancestor Kaname who then turned himself into a baby and was raised as baby Kaname. Right?

Urgh, that was too confusing. It didn't matter anyway, what mattered was the fact that I was pretty sure that was happening now. I remember in the manga how Rido had tricked Juri and Haruka into giving him Kaname and the time to go sacrifice him. So all I need to do was alert them of the situation.

Letting out a loud cry, I started to wiggle in Haruka's grip, reaching out towards where Kaname and Rido had disappeared. If Rido failed in this task, then maybe my new parents would live. I wanted that to happen, I wanted a family.

My new father adjusted his grip on me as I wiggled, rocking me back and forth slightly and cooing down at me. Juri looked up, her eyes furrowing at the two of us.

She said something to Haruka before reaching out and pulling me into her grasp. She shifted me in her grasp, holding me tight enough that I would no longed squirm, and speaking to me whispered words.

Her eyes started to glow slightly red as her and Haruka's head snapped up in perfect sync. The scent of blood seeped from further in the house and flooded the room.

Haruka was had just thought that maybe Rido was having problems changing his sons diapers. But as he stood outside of their ancestor's tomb he knew he had made grave mistake in letting his bother walk away with one of the son's Juri and Haruka had made together.

The brothers had fought for centuries to win over their little sister, both failing until a few decades ago when Juri had chosen Haruka. Their bother had exploded with the rage, letting go of the power the Purebloods where so careful to control in a fit of fury. Juri had managed to calm him down and they had thought that he moved on when he got together with that Shiki woman. But apparently their bother hand lost his will to forgive.

"Oniisama?"He pushed open the door, desperately hoping he was wrong.

But the sight in front of him proved it. Barley glancing at his brother's drained body, he focused on the open coffin and the baby blanket stained with blood. Scaling the stairs in a few long strides he grabbed the one hand.

Tears filled his eyes as his power threatened to destroy the room. The very man that he had looked up to throughout his long life had betrayed them in the worst way possible. He used the wonderful young life that Juri had brought into this world to awaken the ancestor that had never wanted to wake.

Pressing the bloodily blanket to his forehead, he thanked, for the first time, what ever entity that had thought to make a pureblood's body explode into glass. He didn't think he would have been able to stay sane if he had to gaze on his infants son, dead and covered in blood.

A small made his head jerk to the side. Kneeling down to what he assumed was their ancestors clothing, he softly pushed the shirt aside to reveal a small baby about the size Kaname had been.

Haruka knew that it wasn't his son. The baby's hair was too dark and he look more like Haruka than his son had previously. He smelled completely different as well, almost like a field of flowers.

But despite this, Haruka cradled the baby in his arms and brought it close. It wasn't their ancestor's fault that Rido had used their son to awaken him. It was clear that the ancestor and just wanted another chance at life, and Haruka would give it to him. He had the same name as their after all.

Kioshi-a unisex name meaning quiet in Japanese

Onii-sama- The formal way of say brother in Japanese

AN- I'm sorry this is so fast paced, I promise the rest of the chapters won't move this fast, I just really wanted to cover the whole resurrection thing. But I hope you enjoyed it anyways! This story is part of a little friendly competition with Hinnorthel-Duvainthel to see who's story can become more popular. So help me out by leaving a review and go check out her story: Protecter of the Knight. It's really really good! Expect lots of changes in the later cannon, I don't like how the it goes or how it ends!

Lots of love

Scarlett