Kitty: Hey everyone, as said in my profile I cannot update My December until my computer quits being a bitch. Thank you to all those who told me to write this story! Oh and THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED AND FAVOURITED MY DECEMBER (AND ME) I LOOOOOOOVE YOU! YOU GIVE ME REASONS TO LIIIIIIIIIVE!

*cough* Love you?

DisClaimer: Me no own Vampire Knight. Me broke as fuck. Plus there no hot vampy smex in Vampire Knight… Me no own. *cries in the corner*

Claimer: I OWN THIS PLOT AND I HAVE RABIES SO DON'T FUCK WITH ME!

Warnings: BDSM, Yaoi, Kinky Vampire Sex, Maybe Mpreg, Extreme Violence, and Angst (not too much though *sneaky eyes*)

Also, a nice piece of information. I recently got a PM from someone saying:

"u fucked up bitch! u dont deserve to live! the trash u rite is so fucked up and ur gross. go to a syke ward u insane freak. men dont go 2gether freak. no wonder your friend killed himself! go slit ur wrists u emo bitch!..."

It went on to say some things about my writing skills and my family. Please don't send me messages like this. If you don't like my story then don't read it. I realize this may be offensive but that's no reason to be a jackass. AND DON'T TALK ABOUT THE DEAD YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! Danke!

Enjoy the story!

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On the Earth there exist many creatures, such as: tigers, bears, snake, etc. but one species stands above them all, the species who have always though themselves superior. Humans. The mortal creatures who believe themselves immortal, who believe that there are none who are of greater importance then they, and for centuries they have ruled the world without contest.

Oh, how sweetly horrible things have changed.

For even as the humans strutted about without fear of desecration there were those who held the power to snuff out the lives of those weak and frail creatures. The ones who walked among the shadows since the beginning of time before finally appearing among the light, in human societies but still they kept their disguises of humanity. They blended into human ways and weaved themselves into their lives. With their gorgeous bodies and sly ways they have lived among their food. Vampires.

Well, that was how things used to be at least. Now, however, the days were humans were simply manipulated from the shadows have passed. Vampires now walked unchallenged among the streets of cities, their human pets struggling to keep up with their Masters, their eyes dead and dulled while scars decorate their necks in the most morbid of fashions. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

At the height of their empire, when all flamed fortune around them, they lost control and now settle among the new ways as nothing but ash.

Oh, how they all have fallen.

No one can pin point exactly when it all began (well, no human can anyways), it seems the knowledge of what they used to be has withered away with the passing time. There was no great battle, no documented take over. All that's clear is that the vampires now reign supreme and unwavering in their ruling of the mortals; who they treat as little more than cattle and pets.

Of course there are the ones who view themselves as above it all, a few choice vampiric families see the capturing of humans as barbaric; instead they choice to endorse the blood tablets, in a futile hope that someday the races might coexist in harmony. These same families are often scorned by the purebloods and seen as unworthy of their vampire abilities (for most often then naught they are old nobles) and the newer generation of blood suckers scoff at the idea of digesting fake blood.

Hmm, seems that even monsters can outcast their own kind.

Of course there are humans who evade capture and instead choose to fight the 'vampire tyranny'. These rebel heroes see the vampire ways as despicable and fancy calling themselves Hunters. While some live in fear of their charms and deadly intentions, most sneer and laugh at their attempts of slaughtering the immortals.

So what has become of the mortal race? Of the great race now reduced to rats and cattle?

Most often they are used as cattle, bred and cared for (if you could call it caring) until they reach a certain age. Then they are slaughtered for their blood, which goes on to the markets for the local nobles and lesser vampires. Most purebloods or high-ranking nobles purchase live humans to feed from, usually going through twenty humans a month to sate their thirsts. And that is only for one vampire. Families often go through humans as they go through clothes, and one must remember that vampires are vain creatures.

These are the lucky humans.

Some of the mortals, once they have reached the age where most are slaughtered or sold as feeding bags of flesh, are chosen to enter the Pet Houses. Here they are lined up and forced into submission before being put on display so they can be bought by those who have enough money. These pets are often beaten, raped, and kept alive for years before being killed by their masters.

Some of these pets are not the ones who have been bred in captivity. These are the Hunters that have been captured and deemed 'worthy' enough to become a plaything for a 'higher race'. It takes longer for these savage animals to be tamed but more often then not they become so broken that they become the most desired pets. Other times they are kept savage for the vampires who want a challenge, who want to break the spirit of their pets themselves.

Look how far the damned have fallen.

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Akiko looked uninterestedly around at his surroundings. The landscape on which he and his team of 20 vampires stood was cloaked in darkness, hiding their presences from all other creatures. They surrounded a rather abandoned looking warehouse; its foreboding aura did nothing to the creatures which surrounded it other then make them yawn in boredom. A select few were fidgeting in anticipation.

According to sources there were suppose to be a group of Hunters, along with some survivors who those Hunters were reportedly protecting. A good 100 of them were cramped in that run down building, but only about 40 were Hunters. Hence the large number of vampires Akiko decided to bring along. Though they out strengthened the pathetic mortals by far, one did not get far in their career without being careful.

Once one of his scouts gave him a signal, verifying that there were indeed humans ripe for the taking, he himself crouched and swiftly made his way to the building. Surprisingly their were no anti-vampire charms guarding the safe hold, clueing in the commander that his sources had not been lying when they claimed that the group had just taken to residing there.

Pity, Akiko almost regretted killing the human whelp's family now.

The though almost made the noble snort but he held it in, not wanting to allow the prey just how close they were to their deaths. He loved putting an end to the miserable beings existence. Anybody who said differently, well, they probably weren't breathing right now.

Silence engulfed the building and all around it, no one could hear anything inside it, but that could easily be because of one of a charm. With a nod of his head, Akiko signaled the bombardment of the safe house. All of his soldiers grinned and did as told, weaving their way into windows, some bold enough to go through the front door.

Everything stayed silent as the vampires vacated the open air and crept inside the house which contained one of the dwindling traces of humanities.

Silence.

Chaos erupted inside the house, turmoil making itself known as both human and vampire blood was spilt upon the walls.

But outside silence still smothered the air, the charm working to drown out the shouted orders and anguishing screams as the slaughter inside waged on.

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In the chaos a silver haired, violet eyed youth cursed as a vampire swiped at his throat. He succeeded in arching his body away from the blow, but still ended up getting a rather deep gash on his left shoulder. With another curse he whipped out his pistol, engraved with the words Bloody Rose and held to his arm by a chain, and let out a well aimed shot to the vampire's head. For a moment it almost looked like the vampire was going to laugh at the mortal weapon. He didn't get the chance to, as the anti-vampire bullet ended his undead life. The splatter of blood spewed to decorate the withering walls of the hideout and even flew to taint the youth and his previously shiny weapon was now coloured the deep crimson of life.

Ignoring the vile blood now staining his weapon the youth looked around with a quick sweep of his sharp eyes, surveying the struggle going on between the hunters and vampires. Already numerous of runaway humans had been captured, although it was a small number compared to those who had already escaped with the majority of the Hunters in an underground escape route.

Currently the remaining Hunters, which there were only ten of, were holding off 6 vampires rather successfully.

Fucker's thought we would be easy prey, Zero let an almost invisible smirk twist his face, ducking down to avoid another blow by a bloodsucker, Ch, shows them to get too cocky. He jumped lightly to avoid a sideswipe to his legs, Ha only 20 vampires, seeing a weakness he quickly ended the vampire's life with a well aimed stab, courtesy of an anti-vampire charmed dagger, It's almost insulting.

Seeing no other vampire coming towards him, Zero once again let his lilac eyes, coloured a shade darker with adrenaline, take in the survivors and their battles. It seemed only 5 vampires remained, courtesy of the one he just took out, but only 4 Hunters remained, the others probably making a run for it. Zero internally cursed them for abandoning their comrades, before witnessing something which cause his heart to skip a few beats.

An identical mop of silver hair, stained with clotting blood (turning it black), was busy fighting a female vampire with a wicked smirk and equally wicked daggers. Said daggers crackled with electricity which was no doubt controlled by the noble vampire. As his twin was focused on his battle with the noble another leach snuck up behind him and made a move to slice his head off his shoulders.

Zero nipped that plan right in the bud with a well-placed bullet. It tore through the vampires raised arm, efficiently making him turn his attention to the doppelganger of the one whose life he was about to end. A deep growl tore from Zero's throat as the vampire rushed him, another bullet and his life was ended. The Hunter bit back the groan of pain that the gash in his shoulder, which was still bleeding quite profusely, caused and instead made his way towards his twin, who had finally finished with the female soldier. As he came to stand beside his blood he looked around warily, seeing the dead bodies of humans littering the ground, along with scattered ashes. All that remained of the damned creatures which had fallen to their weapons.

It seemed only he and his brother were left, which was good seeing as how Zero was down to only one bullet in his gun. Looking over at his brother he quickly spoke in their native Russian language, aware that there may still be creatures in the shadows, watching them, waiting to hear what information they would give.

"Каждый выходил?" (Did everyone get out?)

"Да." (Yes) His brother answered him in a voice identical to his own. Zero nodded his head with a satisfied air; though on the inside he wished to weep for those lost he could not. Hardening one's heart was the only way to cope with the loss they all faced everyday. Zero shook himself from his thoughts and instead focused on his still breathing baby brother.

Reaching out his hand he caressed his brother's arm affectionately, just to assure himself that his little brother still had a pulse. Ichiru did not seemed surprised, rather he embraced the touching and returned it, languidly gliding his hand up his brother's left arm before his eyes widened. Well shit, looks like his twin finally saw his gaping wound.

Ichiru gave him a disapproving look, but as he went to tend to the gash he was stopped with Zero's hand upon his own. The look in his brother's eyes let him know that he would not stand to be coddled at the moment, there were far more things to do. Ichiru glared but ultimately relented, though the look in his eyes promised retribution.

"Хороший, теперь пойдите в тун-" (Good, now go to the tun-)

A screeching noise cut Zero off and he cursed when he saw that vampires had come to make sure they were wiped out.

"Дерьмо, которым управляют!" (Shit, run!)

Zero hastily grabbed his brother hand and they made a mad dash towards the entrance to the tunnel. Behind them were the near soundless movements of vampires swiftly catching up to them. Both twins simultaneously cursed under their breaths before speeding up, quickly catching up to the tunnel. Finally it came into their sights.

The tunnel went deep underground and usually covered by a huge silver door which was covered with anti-vampire charms, preventing the vampires from following them and slaughtering them in their sleep. However, said door was swinging above the entrance to the tunnel by a thick silver chain. Zero cursed the seven hells in his mind. Those bastards didn't even bother taking it down!

As they came to a halt in front of the tunnel, the footsteps of the vampires' right upon them, Zero followed his instincts with a quickly made decision. Grabbing his brother (knowing he would never go on his own free will) by the waist, Zero promptly threw him into the tunnel. Just as he felt vampire hands grab him to haul him away he whispered, knowing his twin would hear him.

".Я люблю Вас светлячок." (I love you, Firefly.)

And with his last bullet he shot the chain holding the silver door; consequently making it fall upon the entranceway with a condemning thud preventing the vampires from following.

Zero let a small smile cross his face, even as a sharp pain in his neck had him losing himself to darkness; horror filled lilac eyes assuring him his twin was safe.

He surrendered to the darkness.

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Ichiru screamed until he was hoarse and beat upon the silver door until his already raw knuckles left streams of blood flowing down his fingers.

"Damnitt Zero! How the FUCK could you do this?" Ichiru screamed and screamed and screamed.

And then he whimpered and fell down to his knees upon the floor. His whispered his brother's name like a mantra, praying for the first time since he was a kid that his brother was okay; that this was all some horrible, horrible, twisted nightmare and he would wake up soon. He would wake up to see Zero scowling in the morning light. He would wake up to his brother.

Please, please, please let me wake up soon.

Unfortunately life doesn't have a reset button and the harsh reality was blaring in Ichiru's face. His brother was gone. The person who loved him more than anyone else was taken from him, most likely to be cattle for a vampire.

Just as the realization came upon him all the madness stopped, and a silence so loud it was deafening permeated the air.

Ichiru would get his brother back, even if he had to fight death itself.

(Kitty: DUN DUN DUN!)

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Akiko growled at the silver haired hunter which he held in his arms, the brat's weapon could not be removed from him (fucking charms) but it was empty and useless. When they had checked him over for other weapons they had come up with numerous daggers, two katanas, and some small blades. Twerp was loaded with anti-vampire stuff. Luckily they had all been removed with only minor burns subjected to the vampires who removed them. Akiko had been one of those vampires. It was part of punishment for abandoning his soldiers, along with having to carry the despicable mongrel.

Though he did count himself lucky he wasn't reported to his lord.

Out of all the purebloods I could have served I have to serve them.

And none would have taken mercy upon the men who was responsible for the deaths of so many. Luckily though his general did not report him, though it was most likely for the sole reason that he would had also had been punished if he had.

Shifting the ingrate in his arms a little, he didn't want the mutt to bleed to death, he breathed a little easier when Pet's Manor came into view. The establishment was known for its high pedigree of pets, renowned for how obedient they were, and notorious for having the most elegant specimens around. His general had told him that it would be a waste of the human to die an easy death, whether it is by a snapped neck or being drank dry he had caused far too much trouble for that. Plus he wasn't that bad to look like; therefore, they decided to do the only thing worthy of this unworthy mongrel.

Guess who gets to become a pet?

Akiko was almost sad he himself couldn't beat the human into submission. The disgusting creature was pretty, for someone whose species often fell to trivial things such as diseases. (Kitty:…. Yeah… Vampires can't get diseases…. Why? Because I fucking said so, that's why!... Love?)

Making his way inside the manor Akiko was quickly confronted with the owner. It was a human, whose sole reason for being alive was because of his talent with pets. He was a grubby little creature, standing about 5'3 but weighing around 200 lbs. with a quickly balding head yet extremely hairy face. The man made a delighted noise when he saw the teenager in the vampire general's arms.

"Oooh, my, is this one from the House?" Akiko felt his brow twitch in annoyance. If the grimy being was from the House he wouldn't be bleeding. The place didn't hurt the ones who might become pets; instead they sold them to be beaten by the vampires.

"No, Hunter," came the dry reply, though it did nothing to hither the greedy wretch. If anything his beady black eyes seem to shine with hunger. He clapped his hands quickly, summoning two vampires to his side. Both were beautiful beings, naturally, but they also held dead, vacant expressions in their constant ruby eyes.

Puppets.

Akiko did not fight the sneer of disgust at seeing the two. If there were anything worse then humans it would be pets, ex-humans enslaved with no will of their own. Disgusting.

They either did not care about the look or they were oblivious to it (most likely the latter) and stepped up to take the Hunter away from the noble. Grunting in disgust he handed the kid over and watched them as they disappeared down the hall with him.

Good luck Brat.

Akiko turned sharp blue eyes to the filth in front of him.

"Do you have what we agreed upon?" the grubby man nodded happily.

"Here, 5,000 for you and I will keep my silence," Akiko got the money and nodded in satisfaction. The purebloods were not to know about this transaction, as far as they knew all the cattle went to the slaughter house.

And just like that he turned and left. Never to think about the silver haired, lilac eyed ball of defiant spitfire again.

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Kitty: Practicing my Russian. I hoped I did well! *cough*ReviewsMakeMeWriteFaster*cough*