Heya! Here's my second fan fiction on Vampire Knight. I hope you enjoy this as much as my other story, His Mutt, which is still under work itself. I'll be working hard on both, if you enjoy them, that is. Reviews give me inspiration. Reviews make me want to write more. Please drop a review or critique. It would be a lot of help. Thank you Miki

Alas, I don't own Vampire Knight. Unfortunately….

Yuki lain on the velvet red sofa, snuggling against a soft thermal blanket. Her short brunette hair splayed against the fluffy white pillow, cushioning her head. She was so tired and sweaty from doing all the house chores left to her by her dear father, Cross. Her long eyelashes fluttered, wanting eyelids to close so that a deep slumber could wash over her, trapping her within a dream. Yuki Cross was forever stuck doing the dirty tedious chores throughout the day while her father was off, away from the small village they inhabited. The village was on the brink of extinction thanks to the outbreak of vampires that harbored themselves just outside of the village's protective ponderous wooden walls.

To much of Yuki Cross's distain, her father made secure life-threatening deals with the vampires' seductive prince. The prince had let her father go on with concocting ideas and rules to keep the vampires submissive. Of course, there was always a fair price in exchange for any bargain. Since the vampire prince kept his blood lusting monsters in line and away from human sight, Cross had to give virgin blood in a vial from willing donors inside the village. For the sake of humanity, Cross had bound the deal by sealing the peace treaty with his own blood as well as Kaname's. The bloody bargain had been in effect for more than two years now.

Not one of the weak villagers would ever suspect a problem to arise. They forced themselves to believe in the treaty, knowing it would cost them blood and life. There was no other way of protection than of Prince Kaname Kuran's own word. No matter how shady the contract between the vampire and human seemed, all the humans could do was helplessly hope things would go smoothly and without a haze of bloodshed by the vampires' own fangs and claws.

Yuki's nimble fingers had untied the front of her corset under the blanket. The pink silk ribbons slipped from her pale hands. Now she could definitely breathe better than before. Why had they made such hurtful attire for young woman? The corsets she wore everyday made it so she could not breathe or pinched at her bosom. Just as Yuki was about to take her catnap, someone began frantically knocking upon the front door.

"What now…?" Yuki asked herself with a grumble as she lifted herself from the comfortable sofa.

She pushed open the door in aggravation. At this point, Yuki was exhausted as ever. Her tired eyes slightly widened at the disheveled appearance of her father, Cross.

Cross's dark blue tunic was ripped and torn in various places over his chest. Small minor cuts were scattered across his peachy skin. His glasses slipped down his nose as he stared at his daughter.

"Father, what happened to you? Was it the vampires?" She asked with concern, whispering harshly.

"The woods are too harsh to cut through looking so crisp and clean, Miss Cross…" A deep soothing voice spoke up.

It was then at that moment, that Yuki realized her father wasn't alone. The tall lean figure behind him was a vampire. Just her luck, it wasn't any ordinary vampire either. No, it was the vampire prince himself. Standing elegantly, besides a few healing scratch marks, was Prince Kamane Kuran, pure blood vampire of the vampire nation.

Prince Kaname Kuran was as gorgeous as rumored by the old giddy village gossips. His brownie-colored hair shaggily fell in alternating angles down his long pale neck. Eyes the color of polished rubies stared down at her, awaiting a reaction from her.

The prince adorned himself in only a plain white cotton shirt layered over by a black vest along with black pants. A smile tugged at his soft lips.

"Miss Cross, is there a problem with your dress?" Kaname spoke up through the silence. His abnormal red eyes lowered, looking down at her breasts.

Yuki looked down to find that because she had previously let the ties of her corset free, her dress was slipping down her body. The dress was now barely covering her chest.

"Aaah!" Yuki pushed up the dress, covering her chest once more. Her cheeks turned crimson, burning with such uncomfortable warmth.

"Yuki dear… The prince and I must conference here in our house. Could you be a dear and go check up on your friend, Yori, for a while?" Her father asked her pleadingly.

Yuki looked at her father warily, giving him a frown. What was so important with the vampire prince that she could not hear? She had the right to stay in the house if she so pleased. If she was really determined, all she had to do was demand to stay there. Who had kept the house up to date? Who watched the house while Cross was off visiting Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome? It was her, of course! At times like these, Yuki could demand the respect she wanted. Yuki Cross was not a small child anymore. She was in her mid-teen, allowed to wed now and start a family if she so wanted to.

However, seeing how disheveled and pleading her father seemed, Yuki's feelings against his decision of her not staying faded away. With a slight nod, she answered "Alright, Father. But I'll be back in no more than two hours time…."

Cross gave her a faint smile. He bent down and planted a fond kiss atop her head, "Thank you, Yuki…"

She blushed, embarrassed by her father's display of affection in front of vampire Prince Kaname Kuran. As she went to tie up her corset once more, pale cool fingers nudged hers away, meticulously typing the pink silk ribbons up.

Those cool hands belonged to none other than Kaname Kuran.