11AN: This is the new version of Night World since the old one wasn't going anywhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Night. I do own this plot.
Night World:
Chapter One
The world was white. Snow fell softly to the ground, swirling along cold gust of wind.
What is white? What is snow?
It is something that is not red.
Something that is red is…..what?
A dark figure appeared through the blizzard, coming towards her. Terror. "Are you lost little girl?...May I drink your blood?" He smiled, licking his fangs, and she froze looking at his bloody figure. She couldn't move. He was scary.
They are…Vampires, beasts that take on human form.
The beast grabbed her and she screamed. Blood painted the world and it released her, falling to the ground. "You are a disgrace to all vampires," stated the boy, his eyes flashing red. He offered her his hand and she took it, trembling. "You were scared weren't you?" he whispered. "It's okay." Dropping to his knees he cradled small form in the snow, allowing sobs to wrack her body.
Picking her up, he walked away from the body. She clung to him, little arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Slowly exhaustion took over and she closed her eyes. "I'm glad I found you, my dear girl. I won't ever let anyone hurt you, not ever again," he murmured softly into her hair.
Their eyes…like blood. They will ensnare you for eternity.
Her eyes were huge as she looked around the room. He watched her take it all in, everything so new to her. Unlacing her little boots, he tossed them across the room. Kicking his off as well, he sat down beside her.
Crawling to the corner of the bed she gazed out the window, holding onto the bed post so as not to fall. Outside the snow continued to fall. An oak tree stood just outside the window, white laden branches swaying in the wind.
CRACK!
One of the branches snapped under the weight, causing snow to fly into the window, startling her. She scrambled backwards, into his arms, almost knocking him off the bed. He held her, smiling at her gently.
A knock sounded at the door causing her to jump again. "Enter." Takuma walked in with a tray of hot food and a bowl of putting, setting it on the bedside table. The child looked at the food a moment before leaning out of his protective embrace and reaching for the pudding.
"Kawaii! That expression is so cute!" Takuma cried, clapping his hands together. Kaname handed her the pudding, Takuma's outburst having caused her to retreat again.
"Ichijo…." The vampire quieted upon hearing his name. "What do you want to know?" Kaname watched the other vampire. He had not expected Takuma to bring the food he'd ordered the servant to deliver. Then again, such news would travel swiftly through the manor.
"Where did you find her?" The blonde observed the pureblood's face with interest. He hadn't expected to hear that his friend had brought home a human.
"The mountainside on the Kuran estate, she was quite a distance from the road."
"Does she have a name?"
"No, she has no memory. I'm thinking of a name that will suit her."
"Kawaii?"
"No." Kaname deadpanned.
"What would you like me to do Kaname-sama?"
"Protect her. Try to become her friend. She was attacked." They looked down at her; she was sniffing the pudding. Cocking her head to one side she poked it.
"She doesn't know what pudding is?" Takuma asked blankly. "That is so kawaii!"
"You eat it. Like this," he turned her to face him and lifted the spoon to her lips. "Say ahh." Eyes widening she leaned towards him, reaching out a tentative hand towards his face. Her little fingers made contact with his fangs and, for a moment, stilled recalling the day's events. Suddenly she screamed and leapt backward, tumbling off the bed and into Takuma.
So you are afraid of me now? So cruel… It pains me too see you frightened; frightened of me. Can you see my darkness? I am a monster. "Keep her company Takuma, I have business." Without another word he left the room, leaving Takuma to shudder at the frost he'd practically left in his wake.
She's not saying anything. What am I supposed to do? Kami-sama,
I'm in for another hour of this at least, aren't I? I don't think dressing her is part of the "watch her" deal, so I'll just read some more manga. Pulling out a volume from nowhere he sat on the couch and started to read.
Ichio stared at the vampire before him. Kaname Kuran was by no means young in mortal standards, though he looked only fifteen. Still the child was under his guardianship.
"Kaname-sama, to raise a human in our world is dangerous. You must reconsider. Sending the child to a human orphanage would surely be in her best interests." His voice was even and confident. There was no way the pureblood could do such an outrageous thing. It was against the principals or their world.
Crimson eyes stared back at him, resolute. "Ichio, I know it is dangerous for her. To put her in danger goes against the pacifist beliefs of my parents. Therefore, I will be taking her from here to the Kuran Estate as a further measurement against possible incident. I will remain active in the council's work, and take care of anything you wish me to from there. I was also thinking of inviting your grandson." He nodded to the older vampire who inclined his head reluctantly in answer. She would stay, for now.
Turning, Kaname headed out of the office, shutting the heavy oak door behind him with a click. Ichio glared after him. The pureblood would soon learn the dangers of having a human in their world.
Kaname pushed open the door to his quarters. A blonde vampire his age sat on the couch, a mountain of manga beside him, utterly absorbed in whatever it was that he was reading. Scanning the room, his eyes alighted on the tiny figure by the window. Her back was to him, tiny hands clutching the drapes as she gazed out into the white world she had been found in.
The door clicked shut behind him, and she startled, turning. Body tense, she took him in. Wild, midnight hair, a snow dusted coat, he had clearly just been outside. Ruby eyes so like the ones that had nearly destroyed her an hour ago stared back at her.
He took in the way she gripped the drapes tighter once alerted to his presence, the way her body tensed, russet eyes holding fear. Did the very sight of him frighten her? Did she see him as the monster he was? He stepped forward- she gripped the drapes tighter, leaning into them. She did. She would be happier if he left.
"Ichijo, take care of her. I'm going out again." Kaname's eyes didn't leave her face. Why can't she fear him? Why do you have to exist, Ichijou?
The other vampire looked at him, puzzled, "Demo," He was silenced with a glare.
"Sayonara." The word seemed final. Kaname turned to the girl who was still eyeing him from the window. His eyes softened for a moment.
"Sayonara," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. Then he turned and headed for the door, yanking it open.
But something held him back. Slowly he turned his head, looking down at the small pair of hands that clutched his coat, holding him back. Then he moved his gaze to their owner's face. She blinked back at him, her lips forming a tentative smile. "Ka-na-me." The word was almost a question. When he didn't correct her, the smile broadened. "Kaname!" she laughed, releasing his coat only to hug him.
Ichijo looked at the picture they made. Deciding to leave them alone, he grabbed his manga and tried to slide past them.
Noticing the blonde, Kaname lifted her up and set her on the couch Ichijo had vacated. Before the noble could exit the pureblood spoke, "Ichijo, I'm taking her to live at the Kuran estate. Would you like to join us?" He gave his friend a moment to think it over.
"Hai! Konbanwa Kaname, Kawaii-chan." Ichijo bowed with a smile, nearly causing his pile of manga to topple.
"Konbanwa," Kaname nodded.
"Kon-banwa!" The girl waved shyly from the couch. Ichijo flashed another smile before vanishing into the dark hall. Kaname shut the door after him.
He turned to his new ward, "Time for bed, my dear girl." She nodded as he slipped off her tights followed by her jumper and turtleneck. Turning he grabbed the nightgown the maids had left off the bed. Gently, he slipped it over her head. He smiled at her sleepy expression as he put her arms through the sleeves. Straightening it, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Sleepy eyes fluttered open as he set her down, blinking back at him. He pulled away only to be stopped by her hands, frightened eyes begging him to stay. Sitting down, he pulled her to him, "Shh, I'll be right back; I'm only dressing." Seeing she had calmed, he walked to the dresser. She immediately tensed, watching him. With a small smile to reassure her, he entered the bathroom and the door clicked shut.
Alarm clearly written across her face, the child crawled to the edge of the bed and slipped off, practically falling to the floor. Scrambling to her feet, she scurried to the bathroom door and tried to peer under the door. Unable to see, she pressed her ear against the dark wood and tried to hear any sign of life that came from beyond. When no sound came, she grasped the knob and turned, darting into the room beyond and colliding with a very shocked Kaname. Her momentum knocked them both to the ground.
They lay there, for what seemed like hours. She clung to him, face buried in his chest. His heart beat seemed to calm her, and slowly her trembling subsided. Kaname was suddenly extremely glad he'd put his pants on first. Wrapping his arms around her small frame, he rose to a sitting position. "Hush, little one, you're safe. You're safe. I'm here," he murmured softly. She looked up at him, worry and fright still evident in her eyes.
Pain and anger shot through him. Something he should not have felt on behalf of a human, but he felt none-the-less. She should not have to feel such emotions. Standing with her still in his arms, he grabbed his nightshirt off the floor and carried her back into the bedroom. Returning her to the bedcovers, he slipped on the silk shirt and slid under the covers. Quick to follow, she slid in after him.
They lay together in bed, she in the white nightgown looking as delicate as the snow, him in black pajamas looking like the prince of the night that he was. There had been no need to draw the curtains as the blizzard was still in top form and it was only slightly lighter out than it had been at night. He faced the windows, holding her curled form close beneath the covers, his chin resting on the top of her head, watching the snow. That was what he would call her. Yuuki."Yuuki, my gentle snow princess. You will be my Yuuki." He whispered into her hair as he too succumbed to sleep.
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