I do not own OHSHC. This is my first Ouran fic. Enjoy.

It all started on the day I rescued her from Tamaki's hold. As I lifted her into the air, I was certain of two things; Haruhi was a girl and her scent was the most delicious thing that had ever graced my nostrils. It had taken every ounce of my willpower to control the urge to change and devour this unusual young woman.

From that very day, I did all that could to limit the contact I had with her. My usual quiet demeanor helping immensely to hide the fangs that seemed to extend against my will whenever I would catch a whiff of her sweet scent. I knew that Mitskuni was aware of the unusual nature of my family since mine has and will forever continue to serve his; but none of the other hosts knew. I had never experienced such a lapse in control in all my years and was unsure of what it meant for not only me, but for Haruhi as well. I was sure that there was a possibility of lapsing in control enough that they would all find out or worse, that I could hurt or even kill her.

I often sit here brooding and deep in thought throughout the club activities. Never really paying attention to anything that goes on around here unless someone actually speaks directly to me and that's okay, I enjoy watching Mitskuni's antics. The girls we "entertain" seem to enjoy my silence as well as they would often smile sweetly at me as I silently tended to the little loli-boy.

"Takashi." Mitskuni whispered and squeezed my arm as a certain commoner made her way to our table to bring some more cake over to our guests, his eyes gauging my reaction but ready to intervene if necessary.

"I thought you ladies could use some more cake, not that you need to be any sweeter." Haruhi gave the now swooning girls her charming natural smile.

"Why don't you join us Haruhi?" One of the girls chirped with excitement.

"Yeah since you were nice enough to bring us cake." Another chimed in.

"Oh but I wouldn't want to intrude..." Haruhi began shyly and looked towards her senpais and noticing their tense demeanor.

"Maybe now isn't the best-" Mitskuni started to say, his eyes trained on my face.

"You can stay." The words came spilling from my lips before I had a chance to stop them. Everyone around us seemed as surprised as I was that I had spoke so suddenly. I took a deep breath, causing me to cringe inwardly, and looked Haruhi straight in her uncertain eyes. "Please stay. We would be honored to have you join us." I had pulled on the training I had been given a I had been raised as Vampire Aristocracy to be polite and charming enough to remain undetected and her innocent smile told me that it had worked once more.

The next hour slipped by perfectly uneventful, that was at least until all of the guests had gone and Tamaki was deciding who would stay after to clean the club room. "Mori-senpai, I need you to stay and help Haruhi to clean up today. And that's an order thats non-negotiable. You are the only one who has not assisted Haruhi yet so its your turn."

A look of horror crossed Mitskuni's childish face as he was packing up his school bag to leave. "Its okay Tama-chan, I can stay, Takashi has something important to do today."

"No. Absolutely not. Everyone has to help out everyone in this club, excluding one would be unfair to the others." Kyouya added before Tamaki could open his mouth and let Takashi off the hook again.

I kept my stoic mask on and simply nodded, setting my bag down to begin with cleaning up.

"Do you need me to stay Takashi?" Mitskuni's voice was low and cautious to keep the others from hearing.

"No. I'm okay." I muttered but my tone must have not been convincing because he hadn't moved to leave with the other hosts. "Really. I'm okay. I'll see you later okay?"

Mitskuni nodded and left the club room silently, leaving me to my work in the main hall while Haruhi cleaned up the kitchen.

I systematically went through the room, gathering any lingering dishes and disposing of the trash. When my work had finished, I sighed and took the dishes into Haruhi to be washed, all the while preparing myself to not breathe while in close proximity of her.

"Oh thanks Mori-senpai. I was about to come get those." I nodded and slid the dishes into the sink faster than I should have. As I turned to leave, it hit me. The intoxicating smell of her blood. I turned slowly to see her pull her arms out of the soapy water to examine the small cut on the back of her forearm.

I should have left, but I didn't. My body was heavy but moved of its own accord and I found myself standing much too close to on her with her wrist firmly in my grasp. I moved like a man possessed as I lifted her arm to examine the small laceration and sniffing delicately at the crimson liquid the seeped out. I could feel her shaking and trying to pull her arm from my grasp but it didn't phase me, the most delectable substance was exposed to me and I intended on taking it.

"Mori-senpai. . ." Her voice trembled in fear and confusion as I flicked my tongue out to sample the glorious liquid.

My eyes met with hers in such a way that I could see my reflection in her huge brown irises; my own slate eyes shone bright red and my fangs peeked out of my lips as I spoke.

"My name is Takashi." I uttered the single phrase before sinking my fangs into the tender flesh of her slender arm.