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Eldest Kiryu (Vampire Knight Fan-Fiction) BOOK 2

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Long silver, white locks whipped beautifully against the harsh winds. A young woman, quietly knelt down, reloading her gun, while making sure her pathway was clear. A sinister smirk overcame her attractive features, distorting her angelic beauty wit...

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Chapter 2: Reflection

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by Yami757

by Yami757

~ Previous Chapter ~

A young adolescent, watched the bright, blue sky, following closely the clouds.

"Traitor......." he suddenly snarled, his hands shaking with unrepressed anger, disappointment and most importantly betrayed is all he felt.

~ Back to the Chapter ~

Red.

The walls were painted a dark, scorching red.

Everywhere you went was smeared with red.

A figure stood at the the end of the endless path. Their figure crouched down on the floor.

Laughter ripped at the rose coloured skies.

Insanity soaked the air, reeking of metallic.

The hunched figure of a male was noticed. He pushed his light pigmented locks from his face, as he stared down at his untainted hands. "My my," soft chuckles left his lips, each time growing with volume. "Not matter how much I try, I can never get myself to be like you..." the male's chuckles, weighted with bitterness and betrayal, transparent droplets rolled freely down his face.

"How could you do this? How could you do this to yourself? To me?" his body shook, as shouts of anger and pain filled the room.

Time flew by carelessly. The young man's cries and shouts had reduced down to nothing, but quietness.

You idiot...You stupid idiot..." he slammed his fist against the concrete floor, gritting his teeth.

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The day was going by as usual for the young Pureblood. His routine was an undoing cycle; sleep, play chess, drink wine or blood, whichever he preferred, attend classes and making sure that all vampires were keeping to the regulations of the academy.

Kaname sat on his black, desk chair, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. He rose an eyebrow in question, noticing a letter stick out from one of his draws. He sat up, his posture upright, before opening the draw. He blinked several times in confusion, opening the letter. His eyes roamed through the letter, not understanding what was going on.

'Why did I write this letter? Who is this 'her' that I keep on mentioning?' he narrowed his eyes, frowning.