Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario + Vampire, though, I certainly wish I did.

(A/N: Hello everyone, I'm considerably new to FanFiction and wanted to welcome you all to this particular story I have come up with because a few things did not make much of any sense with the way Tsukune and his indecisiveness and overpowering confusion and lack of the word: hints, throughout the series. So I altered him slightly and in so, changed future events to come. Please message me on what you all think and I do like the concept of reviews. I'm looking forward to writing a decently long story. This is but a prologue.

The Midnight Sun

*Prologue*

Tsukune was suddenly woken up by a frightened mother because he had been yelling in his sleep. He had been remembering everything that had happened in the past year, particularly the bad over the good. He had remembered that he indeed did have a Ghoul inside of him and had done some research that came up to the dead end of literally death as the only option in a Ghoulified human.

From time to time he could see his Ghoul in his head noticing the cursed blood marks splayed around like a web from the bite mark. The demonic red eyes he had grown to fear less and less over the passing months. The jet black tipped silvery hair that almost stated what he was but made people do double takes. And the aura, that god forbidden rancid aura that overpowered, even the strongest vampire he had come to know and love greatly. This time, he didn't see his inner Ghoul-self, but some symbols that he could barely make out in such a hazy eyesight. What were those strange symbols?

"Tsukune?" His mother inquisitively asked, snapping him out of a trance that could tear a hole through time and space, "Are you alright?"

"What" He finally came too, rather reluctantly, "Oh, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." He lied. He hated lying to her, but he knew it was for his family's safety.

"Okay, I just wanted to know whether you were panicking or had a nightmare or something." She stated rather questioningly.

He finally got out of his bed and sat up noticing that on his calendar, today was indeed an important day for him. He rushed to the restroom and began his morning rituals of showering and brushing his teeth. Then out of the blue as he was looking at himself in the mirror, Ghoul was glaring back at him, blood covering most of himself. Those red eyes seething right to the poor boy's soul and baring his fangs at the not so frightened real self.

"You know what you did, and you'll never forget it for the rest of your life", stated coldly, "Master is waiting for us; you might want to hurry up lest you miss the bus." He said rather intelligently for something that is supposed to be a mass killing machine, before disappearing from the reflection.

What had he done? He must have forgotten... No, he wanted to forget. He killed Midou in a fit of blood rage from the Ghoul who knew that the brute harmed his "Master".

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The blood that gushed from Midou's face was but a fuel for the Ghoul to continue the all out, smack down of a beating. In the end, Moka's pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to smash the lifeless body into oblivion against the cold hard cement floor that just recently had a "Ghoul-made" crater. After one last slam against the ground beneath him, breaking any and every bone the corpse had, and as if killing wasn't enough, the Ghoul ripped open the corpse's rib cage tore the heart from its place and drank the blood that was rushed out onto the watered pavement of the worn out warehouse. Ghoul wasn't finished desecrating the body, oh no, he was only getting started. He ripped each leg off the now mangled mess, than now, looks nothing like Midou. His arms were carelessly thrown away and replaced with cement blocks and where his legs were, soon were steel pipes. Soon Midou… Became so indescribably mangled that his own mother, would never have noticed it was her son.

Moka was slowly getting back on her feet after the water had zapped her youkai to a suppressed state, watching in absolute horror like Mizore, Kumuru, and Yukari as they just arrived at the scene. Mizore and a few members of the Outcast Ayashi had vomited at the unbelievable sight of Tsukune's left over mess that was no longer Midou. Yukari snapped to and quickly ran up to the water valve and struggled to turn the damned thing off for Moka's sake.

"I told you Tsukune, I told you and you wouldn't listen to me." Moka stated while shaking and bawling up," I'm sorry my dear Tsukune."

Then their problems grew when the Ghoulified Tsukune turned his attention towards the rest of the Outcast Ayashi giving a complete insidious glare whose red eyes shown little more than absolute pure rage into the entire group.

Tsukune obliterated them in a mere second flat, for witnessing his "Master's" beating. He drained them dry of the life giving blood, the blood he didn't crave at all, and didn't bother to mutilate. He finally turned to the only other people in the room, eying their veins that pumped the essence he so wished to devour, but was only focused on one person who could satiate his hunger. He growled out hungrily. And boy was he hungry. Moving forward slowly at the now new "meals" he suddenly flash steps over to Moka, smelling her sweet scent and wanting to sink his fangs into her, taste her delectable blood.

She takes up her fighting stance"You have left me no choice" fighting back her tears for what she knew what she had to do. Moka then looked over to Kumuru and gave her a teary-eyed apologetic look. Kumuru looks knowingly at Moka, knowing that the one they all loved was no longer there and had to be struck down before it targeted the school.

Ghoul roared out and charged the group as Kumuru and Mizore inched their way to the back of the room, unable to fight the one they loved whole heartedly. The fact they were weighed down by such a menacing aura and completely massive youkai and could barely move anyways. So massive that they noticed even Moka's movements had handicapped down to slower paces compared to normal speeds. She tried with all her might to keep up with the beast with a sweep kick spinning around for round house kicks as well as axe kick, but couldn't best his utterly quick speed. Dodging was out of the question.

Tsukune had dodged every kick she could throw at him, she was moving far. Too. Slow. He sent one powerful right hook at her temple, sending her flying across the room. He quickly flash stepped right beside her, just before she impacted the wall, and gripped her shirt and threw her with more force so that she broke the wall instead of making a crater. Successfully to say the least.

Ghoul growling menacingly at Mizore and Kumuru causing them both to halt and freeze in their tracks while Ghoul licked his lips in hunger for the blood he was about to taste. Moka's sweet blood. He pulled her out of the broken wall, quite forcefully, and leaned her against his form. She was knocked out slightly but was still aware as to what was going on around her. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, allowing her scent to fill his nostrils and the smell of her blood, he absolutely craved, and slowly pierced her skin with his sizably lengthy elongated fangs…

Her first reaction was to come to terms with her imminent demise because of the powerful bite to such soft flesh but all of a sudden she felt pleasure coming over her while he continued to feed from her like a starved beast. She became littler and littler aware that there were still three pairs of eyes staring at the couple, and secretly two more gazes coming from the rafters above them. She suddenly felt warm as he kept at it, noticing that his hair color was slowly but surely changing back to its usually brown color but with a slightly noticeable change with continual black tips representing the Ghoul present within him. 'Did he always feel like this when she fed from him?' she questioned, then a more pressing question hit her like a brick wall 'Was he going through this change before hand, and his hunger finally take over?'"… Why didn't you say anything about this to me, Tsukune?" She whispered in his ear.

They, in considerable concern and fascination, witnessed the encounter while currently unaware of the two figures that were previously in the rafters, drop down behind them. Only to hear a sigh of relief coming from one of the two hooded figures. One bore the golden rosary around their neck and wore a white robe than the other. The other had a grey robe with black hair sprawled out over their considerably larger bosom, making her out to be female.

"I'm so glad we didn't have to restrain poor Tsukune with an exorcism" said the grey robed and hooded figure "…it seems that matters have handled themselves quite nicely. Wouldn't you say Master?"

Grinning all the while at the notion now made obvious to the current scene as similar marks were showing upon the "couple's" necks finally addressed "Yes, although, it had cost me a disfigured mess and a few students lives, it has also seems the boy had finally chosen the 'one' for him."

Turning around now, Mizore and Yukari recognized whose voices belonged to whom, Yukari still asked alarmed and aloud "Ruby-san? Headmaster-sama?"

"What has happened to my Tsukune" Mizore said with anger and fear, directed at the now understood headmaster.

"It seems our friend has undergone some… changes… as you can see for yourself Mizore." Said rather calmly, grin still plastered on his face "I know that everyone is worried but there is no need for panic. I'm more worried about the succubus than your Vampiric friends" he stated matter-of-factly.

All attention turned to the vampire and Ghoul as they heard a light moan escape Moka's lips as she slowly became aware, she rather enjoyed being fed on by the man she loved. Then he retracted his fangs and sealed the wound shut by instinct, making Moka quite upsettingly sight, now noticing the ground moving up to him as the last thing he saw. Tsukune was now fast asleep as Moka was also experiencing the very same thing realizing a slightly painful burn germinating from her neck.

Kumuru was in utter shock at what she had just witnessed. Devastated by the change that had transpired within her Destined One. And scared as to what would happen if he ever got angered or upset or even too happy. Who knows what could trigger an event like this again. All she could remember, as she crawled into bed with her "secret" best friend Mizore since she was too scared to be alone, was 'those' Red Eyes who threatened existence itself, whose menacing aura could be seen, felt, tasted, heard, and worst of all, after the dead bodies: smelt. Those Red Eyes of death that even threatened her life if she had moved from her place against the wall. Those Deadly Red Eyes. All she wanted after tonight was to never be alone, anywhere.

Mizore felt cold to the touch usually but tonight she felt the furthest away from that. Her lollipop couldn't keep herself at her comfortable temperature after the bloodshed that occurred. What frightened her the most wasn't that he had killed them, they deserved that. What did frighten her was what he had done to Midou. Dead, but still being ripped apart to unrecognizable bits and pieces, and put together with parts just laying around like it was some sick game of build-a-doll. That in her opinion was drop-dead terrifying. She would go see him at the medical wing in the morning to see if he would awaken, see if he could remember anything at all of the event of tonight. She remembered what pink-haired-Moka said about the outcomes of receiving vampire blood injections: Vampire, death, or worse; "Ghoul" she stated quietly to herself, but unaware that Kumuru caught wind of the name, shuddering at the thoughts that filled the poor night demoness mind.

Elsewhere in the Girls Dormitories a particular witch wasn't as scared as the rest of the gang but happier that Moka's and her Tsukune was no longer a mere mortal human, not that she didn't like, just wasn't fond of human interactions that weren't from Tsukune. She had always wanted this. And now, her dream is but one step closer to becoming a reality: A threesome with Moka, Tsukune, and herself. But what was that Holy Lock the headmaster had put on Tsukune? What was it even for now that he was fully Yokai? And what had transpired while she was busy turning the water off? 'These questions need answering, and soon' the young genius witch thought to herself.

The next morning, which was quiet, the three demonesses met up with each other outside the medical wing. They all were tired and very worried about Tsukune and where had Moka gone. She never did wake up last night and was carried off on a stretcher along with Tsukune. Mizore guessed that she had been seriously injured by the Ghoulified Tsukune and was in emergency. Kumuru was, at this point, questioning everything she had with Tsukune, and a succubus going through rejection of her Destined One, was one of the most traumatic experiences one such as herself could ever possibly go through. Yukari wasn't worried at all about the whole Tsukune and Moka incident, she was worried about what the two love-mongers at her side were going to do when they saw what would behold in the operation room. She gave a slight smirk at the thought of walking in on Moka playing "doctor" and Tsukune "the patient" as she felt her nose bleeding. Yukari was the first to gleefully open the door as both Mizore and Kumuru went inside before her, asking what room was given to Tsukune for the time being. Walking down what seemed like a forever hallway, the felt Moka's youkai nearby realizing that it emanated from the same room Tsukune was put in.

Opening the sliding door, what they saw was a sleeping Tsukune and no Moka in the room until they took a double take at Tsukune's side and 'who' he had been holding close to his figure: A silver haired vampiress snuggled into his sleeping form wearing but a black bra and panties. Whispering to the group that walked in rudely knowing they just got the 'almost' wrong idea, smirking winningly as she felt a small amount of youkai flare from the duet. "He wouldn't let me go after I hugged him last night. Feels like a death grip around me. But I figured he needed something familiar to wake up to."

Yukari flew back as her previous nose bleed paled in comparison as this one. Mizore and Kumuru got in a defensive fighting stance but halted when everyone, including Moka, felt a flare of youkai that made Moka's feel like a hamster and the duet's feel like roly-polies. This in, turn ceased all other actions of attempting violence, and all eyes toward Tsukune, who awoke with his own set of blood red eyes.

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Tsukune winced at the thought of the girls fearing the poor boy afterwards. But remembered within a few weeks' time, everything was alright with everyone. Well, everyone except for Kumuru who founded Gin; the perverted werewolf, as her new love interest. But after all was said and done everything felt normal again. But noticed how much more closely, both Mokas in fact, were with Tsukune. They had even kissed him from time to time when the others weren't looking they're way. He had even been to her dorm room to have dinner on a few occasions that were quite spectacular to say the least and he absolutely love the way both of the Mokas cooked: Pink-haired Moka preferred the Japanese cuisines while Silver beauty preferred the All American cuisines which was the original culture her family happened to be prior to coming to Japan. Sad part is he, hands down loved the food Inner Moka made more so the food from his own country, and thoroughly ate up all of those calorie heavy meals and then some.

Disgrace or not to his country, food, American way, was tasty in so many ways, it was ridiculous. He even swapped out a few of the classes he had been taking previously and now takes English lessons, which he can just about speak fluently which made Moka proud, except for the fact that the rules to the English grammar system were so many that it sometimes made the class difficult. Kind of like the homographs and homophones and the fact that a homonym can mean: both homographs and homophones; either homographs or homophones. Confused Tsukune to no end. After his English classes, he decided to get to know the culture that happens to be ever changing in America, and wanted to know more about America's past other than the bad things that Tsukune was sure, every country had bad and good times. By the end of that second year at Yokai Academy, one could not tell what exact orientation Tsukune happened to be. In fact quite a lot of the first years had mistaken him as a transfer student because sometimes, out of the blue, he would be speaking in English halfway through a conversation even with Moka who went right along with him and switched languages with him as to not make the poor boy look like a fool in front of the school body. What a busy year it was for Tsukune indeed.

But now, things are just getting interesting, with the news about Fairy Tale and their ultimate goal in making the dream of a world of Yokai without humans come true; Anti-Thesis trying to ruin the school's goal in coexistence among both worlds which was stopped by none other than an "accidental" revival in an "ancient" dead Ghouls "revival" which was "executed" by the headmaster in "privately". The Snow Maiden's Village had a Ghoul "ghost" save the town from Fairy Tale's destruction and the "Ghoul ghost vanished without a trace" as his "contract" with the Snow Queen finally "ended". Such a rough year that was particularly when Tsukune met practically all of Moka's family including the obsessive Akua who 'learned her place' when Tsukune snapped when she tried kidnapping Moka from him, not a pretty sight. At least, the men that laid dead on the ground lifeless and bloodless and mangled for that matter. Akua got the least of Ghoulified Tsukune's rage and had to reattach her arm he had ripped off when she tried using her infamous and Touhou Fuhai's famous Jigen Tou to "Strike down the savage beast!"

He has learned over the course of the many months to control his Ghoul-self as hard as I has been. He needed to control it. His Holy Lock couldn't handle any more pressure because it was on its last few links of suppression. Once he breaks those, its game over, and he will be hunted down like a dog for the rest of his life until he is killed or died of his own accord. That was the life of a Ghoul. A very sad, very short life indeed, as immortal as he may be. He would have to live like a "Buddhist monk" as Gin so calls him; a "pacifist" as Mizore so calls it; an "introvert" as Yukari say it; "saint" as Moka announced it; or as Fuhai-sama called it, a "Contractor" as he grins madly while reading the 'Darker Than Black' manga series. Whose main character could be comparative to a Chinese-Electric-Batman! Either way he looked at it, he had to stay away from fights, period.

Tsukune was just about to leave the house when his mother offered up a warm hug to her growing up boy, almost a man… almost a Ghoul. Reluctantly he hugged her back giving her a look that said it all: I'll come back a man even better than I had left but what he didn't realize was that she was giving him an all knowing look that said don't be reckless for even the true secret to you, will come winding down on you. She hoped she could be there for him always, protect him as the mother she always has done, but she knew this secret had its price and holding it for as long as she has, she would gladly pay the price in full. Her life. Either way, the secret will unravel by itself in less time than she thought she had.

Tsukune turned to walk to where his portaling bus's bus stop was with a smile plastered on his face. He couldn't wait to see his friends yet again, for the third year in a row now. But most of all, he had one girl, one "Master, both Tsukune and Ghoul had been waiting to see for some time, and couldn't wait that much longer: Moka Akashiya. The Pink Haired Emerald Eyed/Silver Haired Red Eyed Vampiress. The girl of his dreams.

The bus pulls up from an anonymous portal that appeared out of thin air but went unnoticed by the people walking around cars driving around the bus as though it had been there the whole time. Slowly and finally coming to a halt the buses door slid open with a cluck sound as it rebounded slightly from the track above that the door had been attached to, came to its end seconds before the door did. The Bus Driver took a hit of his cigar and grinned to the boy's position and said "So boy, this year will be far more difficult than the last two" Now looking into the boy's eyes to uncover any doubt within the boy in question "Ain't holding it against ya, but it also ain't too late to turn back now." Grinning in the covered shadow.

Only one thought came over the Ghoul burdened poor boy as now he was the one grinning with a semi-smile across his features, with fangs slightly elongated and eyes flashed from brown to red and black, aura slowly circling around himself "Hell no I won't."