So here we are with a remake of 'What If'. The garbage I wrote when I was a fetus fresh into the writing (and anime/manga world for that matter) community. I went back down memory lane recently and decided I would give it a go after much encouragement from my precious friends. To anyone who made it this far from the old story, congrats and I can't thank you enough. However, if you're new, I hope you enjoy this idea and I hope I can get as far as I can.

Let me know what you think, I'm always open to suggestions, some criticism or in general just what you thought. :) Love you guys. - VA

Blood.

It was everywhere and her senses were filled with it, not even the snow could fall fast enough to cover it. Crusted on her hands, splattered across her body and still seeping from her in places.

Her nose was stuffed and bruised, lips chapped from the cold and torn from her chewing on them. Normally bright blonde hair was vivid and shiny, but now it was stringy and dark in patches; bangs soaked from a blow to her skull.

She should have been dead, but somehow, she was the victor.

It had started with a simple mission, a rampaging level E on the far outskirts of the city. Where it had come from, no one knew but it was called in and that was that. While it was doing no harm for the moment, it wouldn't take long to find blood near by and cause chaos.

What transpired was insane. Six blood thirsty monsters and a few vampire children that didn't make it. She'd heard about it, a rogue vampire hunter that was doing large 'drops'. Supposedly, whomever they were, collected lower class vampires and tested on them. Horrible, prehistoric testing that the present society had no business doing.

Kisa thought it was a rumor, something that couldn't have been going on without being caught. There was no way. She'd learned however, she was terribly wrong.

Carnage was the first thing she'd come into. Flesh being ripped apart, blood spraying and if she'd been quicker, fresh tracks that left a trail. Children were sobbing, their cries wailing and nearly splitting her ears. She immediately had felt sick, the urge to vomit roaring up in her gut as her senses filled with viscera.

For once her fingers had shaken as she reefed out her weapons and immediately drew fire at the creatures. Their eyes hadn't even had time to flicker towards her, the sound of bullets hailing in a ricochet. All would have been well, had she not had the wrong cartridges in her pistols.

Target bullets, from the range she'd been at hours before. How could she be so careless? This was how people lost their lives and she knew that well.

They jumped her, far before she could reload. The magazines hit the ground and blood splattered across the white in front of her. Nails had raked across her body and torn her skin wide open, even through the copious layers of winter protection.

It was a fight for her life, she struggled and ultimately, she ran. That was the only thing that saved her life and bought her time. The drifts of snow made this no easy feat mind you and even more fist fighting ensued. Thankfully, knowing what they were, a bite only meant pain. A pain that in her field of work, was starting to become less and less intense.

At last, she was able to shove the magazines in and with a rain of bullets, her enemies fell. Sand and freshly acquired blood fell like the snow; the area being tainted in the thick mixture and quickly being covered.

She'd never been so glad to be freezing cold and at present time, that was no exception either.

By the grace of the universe, she'd made it out alive and now, she had to get home. She needed medical attention and painkillers, her body ached and her fingers felt like they were going to break off. But it was all over and now, on her way back, she had to check out the damage.

Were there any survivors? Were they all children?

The trip back wasn't as long as she'd anticipated, the journey of escape even shorter than she remembered from the time of panic. It wasn't long until snow covered corpses came into view and she walked carefully to the scene to investigate further. Her ears were finely tuned for breathing, whimpering, some sign of life. Nothing but still bodies littered the ground and Kisa found herself mentally doing a head count. They would ask her when she filed about this and more than likely come back to identify them.

Scanning over each lump, she counted from head to toe until her eyes fell upon a broken up form.

"Oh god.." She muttered, eyes widening the longer she stared.

A small human looking figure, ripped apart at the waist from more than likely, two hungry attackers. Insides were strewn from point to point and she had to turn her head after the long pause. It was too much, this was the most violent scene she'd ever seen and of course, it had to be children.

Acid soon joined the snow and quickly started to melt down to the ground from being body temperature. She heaved and heaved, purging her system of the nauseous feeling she couldn't control anymore. With the bend of her body, she felt her cuts crack and the clotting that held them together, give to let her bleed again. She really needed to get home.

Four, there were four bodies, which meant total there were ten victims. Who knew if they were originally level E's or if they created them by force. Now, no one would know and that hurt her to the core. What.. kind of human did this?

After composing herself, she started towards the trail to get back to her car. It was going to be a race of seeing if she could get home in the blizzard without passing out. Slow and heavy steps were made and she left her arms at her sides, ready to draw her weapons again if she needed to.

A rustle of trees beside her and the cautious gesture was correct, guns being pulled out and aimed towards the noise.

"Hello..?" She asked aloud, dry throat trying to be cured by quick swallows.

A step closer and she heard another rustle, this time a bit further back. Was something.. trying to escape her? Another and another shuffle, something was in the thick brush and trying to desperately outrun her.

"You don't have to be afraid," Kisa called, coming a bit closer while her weapons lowered a bit. "Is there someone there?"

The sound stopped and she paused as well, observing and trying to feel if there was a presence around her. It was so hard to tell, this far into her fatigue. Whatever it was, stopped and listened as she spoke, so it must not have been an animal.

"I just need you to say something alright? If I know I'm not in danger, I'll put these away alright?" She continued to explain, raising the weapons and taking a few steps back.

"Y-You're not in danger.." A whimper of a voice, something small and pathetic. Kisa immediately registered it as a child's voice and alarm touched her features.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly slid the guns back into their holsters on her thighs and crouched. It hurt to do so, pain causing her to bite her lip. There was a survivor, after all, perhaps one that got away before it started.

"My name is Kisa... I took care of those scary kinds of vampires, so you can come out. I promise I can take you back to your family." She tried, hands gesturing for the other to come to her. She wasn't sure if the other could see her very well but still, she tried to be inviting.

It took a long minute but soon, she heard small rustles and slowly but surely, a petite form started to appear. Hunkered down, crawling past dead vines and small trees, evergreens and the like was a young boy. He couldn't have been older than six or seven and the closer he got, the more she could make out. Rich chocolate hair and brilliant mahogany eyes, bruises and cuts all over his body.

The next thing he noticed, was the fact he wasn't dressed for the weather. His form was shaking as hard as it could and his pale, reddened body was only covered by an operation gown. What the hell was this poor child subjected to?

Kisa's face softened and her knees pushed down into the snow. They both were going to have a rough time with the cold, but she knew she had to give him something else to wear. Pulling her scarf off her neck and unzipping her jacket, she ushered him closer.

"Come here, I'll give you my jacket but I don't want all the warmth to escape, yeah?" She explained, shedding her clothing and letting the biting cold into what little heat she'd been making.

The boy's eyes locked with her and weakness overcame him, her invitation was too tempting for him to resist. He shuffled closer trustingly, arms tucked close to his chest and fists balled up near his neck. The moment he was in front of her, she quickly transferred the thick and damaged jacket to his shoulders. Her fingers feverishly worked at the buttons and she fumbled with them, unable to manage the small things with the loss of feeling in her hands.

Down to a fuzzy wool sweater, she wasn't entirely bare but the difference was stark. The look of relief on his face, however, was worth it, his shivers calming if only a bit. Kisa's hands came to his shoulders and his attention snapped towards her with fear.

"Woah Woah Woah, calm down alright sweetie? I promise I won't hurt you. But we need to get to my car alright? I'll take you home with me and get you warmed up and we'll get in touch with someone to find your family. Does that sound good?" She asked, watching his face contort through a variation of feelings before he reluctantly nodded.

Standing, Kisa held out her hand. The vehicle was in sight, covered in snow but in sight. She could at least ease the pain for one of them.

"Do you want me to carry you precious?" She offered, trembling arms being held out towards him. She wasn't able, but she'd try; to make this any bit less traumatic for him. She couldn't imagine the pain of being barefoot in this kind of weather, the skin was so painfully sensitive to cold.

The boy's eyes flickered with recognition and instead, he reached out a small hand to take hers. Shaking his head towards her, he watched her brows furrow. This woman was hurt and he couldn't tell how much longer she was going to make it. Would she notice if he tried to help her as well?

Kisa slowly got the idea and gave his small hand a squeeze of thanks. Now was what travel was left. She kept a slow and steady pace, making sure to help him through the larger drifts and at last; they both made it back to the large four-door vehicle. The door was pulled open for him and once they were both inside, the engine roared to life by the turn of a key.

Windshield wipers cleared the packed on snow and Kisa's foot pumped the engine to rev it. For some reason, her pain had lessened and became bearable. How she didn't know but it worried her. Was she too cold? The engine of the car heated despite its lack of desire and soon, hot air was blasting from the vents and heating the interior. It was a blessing and relief, so much so she didn't take immediate note of the child.

He was huddled in the jacket that was far too big for him, knees up to his chest and head resting on their tops. He wasn't looking at anything, instead, she could tell he was spacing out. For whatever reason it was; he had a million of them.

"Are you alright..?" Kisa questioned, gaze fixed on him and when he looked at her, she caught it.

Behind rich eyes, an off gleam of red. A shimmer, a sparkle if you will. Their natural crimson undertones lit up and he was quick to break the gaze.

"I'm fine." A small reply, his hand reaching out to let the heated air blow directly onto it.

"You're thirsty. All the blood everywhere is probably getting to you, doesn't help that I was bleeding too. I'm sorry I didn't think of it sooner." She apologized for the lack of consideration and so far, was quite surprised by his control. He must have been very well raised to have such a good tolerance already.

Kisa bit her lip once again in thought, chewing it over as the sound of the car made it hard to completely concentrate. If she waited until she got home. It would be terrible. She was already feeling better after all and now that she was sitting, she didn't feel as awful with the warmth soaking into her.

Reaching down into her boot, she pulled out a small fixed blade knife and the others attention turned to watch her. Peeling her glove off, she pushed her sleeve back and brought the blade to her wrist. A quick slice and blood instantly surfaced to bubble. A little more wasn't going to kill her. Not with how little he would need.

Turning in her seat, she held her hand out for him and blood was already collecting in the dip of her palm. "Try not to touch the cut for me?"

The small vampire once again looked thoughtful and concerned, his own small brows knitting with her words. She was offering though, not to mention, it would be awful for him to deny it after she was already bleeding.

Reaching out with timid fingers, they carefully brought her hand a bit closer, making sure to keep it tilted as not to spill. Just the scent of fresh blood by his nose made him nearly salivate. It had been longer than it should have been and far longer than he was used to.

His lips parted and curled around his fangs, blocking them from touching her skin as he finally came in contact with flesh. He tilted her hand and allowed the collected blood and remaining bleed to drip into his mouth. An eager swallow and her second hand came to tug at the skin above the cut a bit. Causing more pearly liquid to bead up and spiral back down in the same neat trail.

It lasted a matter of a handful of swallows, the small male being sure to not make her condition worse. She'd already lost a decent amount of blood, she couldn't spare much more before it became bad for both of them. Once his drink was finished, he wiped the trail up with a finger; minding her one request she'd made with the gracious offer.

It was amazing, the process she'd watched transpire as he drank what little he did. The bruises on his knuckles and the scrapes on his face vanished. Before her eyes, what damage was on him was mended and for a moment; she was envious. So that was the amazing feat of fresh blood to a vampire, she'd known of it but each time, it seemed so helpful.

At last, she pulled her sleeve over the cut and held pressure to it, closing the wound so it didn't continue to cause trouble.

"I suppose we better get going." She commented, stepping on the brake before switching gears.

The short car trip was nearly doubled because of the street conditions, but thankfully, she'd been prepared and took the all-terrain vehicle. The moment they made it into the driveway, her head came to collide with the steering wheel in a gentle sigh. Immediately the action smarted the gash on her scalp and she regretted it. However, they were home and that was what mattered.

The door to the house opened without her being near it and inside the doorway stood a black haired man. Concern was etched on his face and as she started getting out, he sprinted out in pajamas pants only to greet her.

"Kisa, you're bleeding, are you okay?" The male named Seiji spoke, not yet noticing the child inside the car.

"Come on, let's get you inside." He ushered her around the car and when the door opened, he stopped.

Kisa circled the car and opened the door wider, this time reaching out to pick up the child with or without his consent. Thankfully, he didn't struggle and instead, perched on her hip as she placed him. Seeing the other males expression, she offered a small smile.

"I'll explain while you take care of me." She said and the elder nodded towards her, hand coming to her back to lead her inside.

The door shut behind them and Kisa was already walking to the master bathroom. Once inside, she settled the child on the counter and he sat quietly as she started to shed her clothing. Her shirt was pulled over her head and the worst of her injuries were revealed. Three cuts across her abdomen. Each varying depths and lengths, the worst of them nearly to the third layer of skin. They were blackened wth dried blood and in a place or two seeping clear already; a sign that her body wasn't happy with her.

"So start explaining Kisa, how did this go so wrong?" He asked, a near scolding tone about to be used with her. He was just concerned, scared seeing her come back with more blood on her than she contained.

"The stories are true Seiji, there is someone dumping test projects out in the open. If I had to guess, around the abandoned regions to make it look less suspicious that they migrate. I can't imagine who's doing it." Kisa started, turning to hoist herself up on the counter this time, while Seiji came towards her with a med kit and dry cloths.

"Wait, what about the level E that was called in?" He questioned, turning the sink on to a bearable setting of hot water. After a few moments, the rags were run under it and soaked to clean her up with before sanitizing. "This is gonna sting, baby," Seiji warned, bringing a warm cloth to wipe down her abdomen and her cuts in general.

Sting it did, her face scrunching in pain as even water and touch made it burn. The astringent would be even worse. Even so, she continued to try and talk, eyes shifting towards the perfectly quiet and content boy. Now that his bloodlust wasn't alarming and he seemed to understand he was safe, he was looking a bit better.

"When I got there it was a massacre. They took children Seiji, after a headcount, there were six level E's and four children. Five, but he got away. They were ripped apart, left with those ravenous animals to meet their demise. Oh god.." She paused, the vision of the child's severed body flashing behind her eyes. Nausea threatened to hit her again and she swallowed thinned saliva.

"How is it no one has caught them yet? From the stories, this has been going on for years but very slowly. Surely there's a blood trail." He reasoned and she merely nodded.

"I saw tracks when I got there, they were fresh but it was snowing too much. I think whoever dropped them off called them in or had someone call them in right there. There would be no way anyone would have seen them from the roads- Seiji think, who besides us are out in that storm?" Kisa questioned, watching the raven pour rubbing alcohol onto some fresh raw cotton.

"Natsuki and Daitaro, Jaed, Riya- There's a number of people that would be out." Green eyes met furious violet and he saw the unamused blonde cock a brow at his joke. All of them were elite hunters like themselves.

"So clearly you understood my point. There was no one else to call it in. I swear to you, I had to walk half a mile from a parking space to get to the edge of the thickets. After already going down a dirt road mind you. No houses, nothing. Wide, open field and they knew one of us would get dispatched and I think they intentionally didn't mention more than one. In fact, I think this was a call out, the first of all the cases." Kisa paused here and there as Seiji continued to cleanse her wounds. After the biggest of them, she was able to continue much more flawlessly.

"There hasn't been any calls. They've just been dumped before but this time, they wanted an immediate response. I can't be sure that they didn't hang around to see if I died or not." At this, Seiji's lips sloped in a frown and he started to use his hand to fan the cuts; evaporating the stinging component.

"We'll call it in here soon and see what the headmasters think. I'm hoping that nothing will be done until tomorrow though. As is I think we all need to sleep." Seiji glanced over towards the young vampire and after a few moments turned to Kisa with concern. He'd never seen a child sit so still and be so quiet. No fussing, no disobedience. Was he alright?

"So... Is he a.." He trailed off and Kisa nodded.

"I don't know anything at all Seiji, I found him and split. He needs looking over too, even though I know he's all healed." By the time it had already come out of her mouth, she instantly regretted it. Hopefully, Seiji wouldn't automatically assume-

"Kisa you didn't feed him, did you?!" Panic and slight irritation were etched across Seiji's face and his hands had already grabbed onto her arms. Of course, he'd catch it, she was too tired and worn down to hide it.

"I didn't feed him directly, I'm not a fool. He stayed far away from the wound and I cut my wrist, see?" Flipping the inside of her arm, a hairline slit was on her wrist and still slightly bloodied from closure.

The moment his eyes landed on the cut and he saw that she was indeed careful, his shoulders slumped in relief. He always panicked, then again, in their situation anyone would.

"I'm sorry... I just- Worry. So much, about you, about our job. I couldn't save my own humanity but I'll die before I let you have to suffer like this." His hands lifted from her arms to this time, lovingly cupping her cheeks and sweeping strokes of his thumbs over them.

Kisa nuzzled her head into his hands and her heart still nearly skipped a beat. She knew he meant it, there was nothing he hated in the world more. To Seiji, being a bloodsucker that hunts other bloodsuckers not only makes little sense but being a vampire, in general, is hell.

She was, of course, the only one that satisfied his cravings, the blood of the woman he loved with all of his heart. His other half, the only one that had been there from day one. While he was thankful to have someone so close and available to feed on, he hated hurting her. The first while brought tears to her eyes and despite her best effort, it was painful enough to cause them to fall.

There were times where he feared it so much, he'd starve himself to try and keep her from the pain. One too many times, however, Seiji's will wasn't strong enough and the beast took over. Pinning her, trapping her and ultimately, taking what he wanted. He'd lost it a handful of times, to the excess that he had to come to terms with regular feedings. Hurting her every so often to keep from seriously hurting her. No matter what, it was a god awful split.

Their gazes stood for a moment and Seiji paused to lean in and kiss her weathered lips. A gentle and slow exchange, one or two returns before they parted. A welcome home that had been put off due to her injuries.

"I'm back." She teased, watching his features soften as he minded not to rest his forehead to hers.

"And you need a serious shower, little girl." Seiji returned, placing a feathered kiss to her nose before finally reaching out some salves.

Brushing on layers of protection for the smaller things, he laid it thick over the large wounds and filled the difference. Eyeing the largest gap, his forehead creased in thought and he looked towards her while rummaging through the bag.

"Butterflies.. or stitches?" At the question, she rolled her shoulders and groaned. She hated both and he knew it.

"Butterflies." She replied, watching him take out a pack of strong adhesive sutures. Her back straightened and she slid carefully off the counter. Standing was always a better bet, making sure it actually had enough room to maneuver.

Seiji carefully unstuck them from the paper, before starting to line them up on each end and working towards the middle. In total, he stuck about eight of them down but could have gotten away with four had he not been so cautious.

"Alright... I'm already feeling better." She replied, unbuckling her pants and stepping on the backs of her boots to continue undressing. He was right, she needed a shower and that was the best bet to not soak her wounds.

Seiji started to put the items back away and clean up after playing doctor, eyes following her as she made slow pace around to ready herself.

Kisa paced to the large, stand-up shower and pulled open a frosted glass door. Turning the water on to let it warm up, her attention was at last, to the young boy in the room.

The brunette was sitting still with his hands respectfully folded in his lap. He was staring off but this time, she could tell it was much more attentive. His eyes were no longer reddened or glossy, both signs that he wasn't suffering anymore.

As she came closer, cherrywood eyes raised to look at her and his expression was rather blank. Neutral, but still nothing was getting past him, he had to be the most observant child she'd met.

"Hey, honey are you still cold?" Kisa asked, hands coming to gently cover his, feeling his skin to make sure he'd warmed up enough. Next, she placed a hand gently on his forehead and brushed back wavy bangs. He didn't have a fever and his skin wasn't cold to the touch, instead, he was merely still flushed. Wind burnt by no doubt, something that was already looking better with his abilities.

"No Kisa-Sama, I'm fine." He spoke quietly, watching the lavender eyed woman continue to look him over.

"Alright, I'm going to call the headmasters and see what they want to do with this. You both get cleaned up and comfortable." Seiji called over his shoulder as he exited the bathroom, phone in hand with the number dialed.

Kisa's nose scrunched in a small smile and she looked towards the younger male with soft eyes. "Would you like to take a bath while I take a shower? I can run you a hot tub of water and lots of bubbles if you want."

The offer almost brought a smile to his face but she watched it vanish as fast as it was tempted to appear. He nodded gently in response and she turned from him to walk over to the claw foot tub.

Porcelain was sealed to fill and water was turned on, the hot mixed with cold to come out to a decent temp. Kisa picked up a large jug of bubble bath and poured a heaping helping into the filling water. The soap dispersed immediately and foam started to surface with the rapid flow. Piles of softly scented bubbles started to surface and even though the child's demeanor was so stoic, she saw the fascination. How long had it been since he'd been given a relaxing bath? Something soothing and comfortable to relax in without the fear of being hurt.

She had no idea how long he'd been captured, or if he'd even want to talk about it. More importantly, if he could even talk about it.

"Are you alright being in here with me? We can take turns if it'll make you more comfortable." She offered, genuinely starting to over think things. He wouldn't care, would he? He was just a child but now, she couldn't figure out what the safest route was; she was scaring herself.

"It's fine Kisa-Sama." The second time he'd used the term fine and Kisa was starting to wonder if he was going to be remotely alright.

"If... You're sure." She gave a small nod and leaned a hip against the tub. Out of nowhere, insecurities were worrying her and suddenly she felt exposed sitting there in her underwear. She was racing through thoughts and ideas of torture that could have happened and it was making it harder and harder to focus.

The silence thinning between them was starting to become uncomfortable, what was she doing to herself? Her eyes cast down and the rushing water was drawing her attention in. Sounds became that much louder, he head felt like it was pounding; stop, stop, stop!

"Kisa." An unfamiliar voice broke her from her thoughts and her spirit felt suddenly heavy. Her mind silenced instantly, the thoughts halting and for a moment, she felt like she was in front of God himself. It startled her, the overwhelming peace that for no reason, consumed her. It was almost infantile, how suddenly her brain ceased it's worried and it took a long pause to refocus on the situation.

"Y-Yes?" She asked now, registering that her name had been said and as she waned down from the high, violet settled in their centers.

"Are you okay?" The small child asked her, burgundy eyes creased in concern. He was sweeping over her thoughtfully and for a moment, this perked Kisa's curiosity.

As his eyes swept over her, the wave of calm followed his gaze and she was quickly trying to decipher it. Why did it feel like that? Was she merely connecting it together? Coincidentally? Reaching over to turn the water off once the tub was adequately filled, she straightened her posture once again and realized, she never replied.

"Much better all the sudden... Don't worry." Kisa gave him a soft smile and he carefully slid off the counter to shed her coat.

Once removed, he seemed reluctant to continue and Kisa took this as a sign to start paying less attention. Grabbing up towels, she settled a large one on the small table beside the tub and left the other across her arm.

"I never did ask though.." She spoke thoughtfully, gathering a cloth to wash her face off with. Stepping into the shower, the door was pulled closed and the quiet patter of rainfall water didn't stifle the reply she was listening for. "What's your name?"

The younger froze once she was in the shower and visibly scowled down into the water. The thin fabric was ripped off with anger and he settled himself into the basin of warmth. His thoughts, in turn, were the ones to worry as he heard her question. Was it okay to tell her the truth? She would know, she was a hunter and they knew the families of vampires by name. Even more so when it came to his family.

"Kaname... Kuran."

So, that's that I guess. I tried to give it a bit more reasoning and structure than the last attempt. I was 12 and up as I was writing the last, so education and age makes a large difference I think. If you're curious, go ahead and pop over to my profile and read over the first chapter; which is all this chapter covers anyways. I would like to at least keep up with the same pace if that's even possible.

700 some words of absolute vomit and honestly, I hope you see the progression as well. xP I sure did.

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