CROSSED. A VAMPIRE KNIGHT//TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION.

[1] Vampires.

The only sound I could hear was my breath and my heart beating out of my chest as I came to a stop, taking the moment to look around and assess the situation.

'Get back here you goddamn animal.' I growled under my breath. I sheathed my katana and followed the faint scent of blood trailing through the abandoned mansion. Cobwebs and dust littered the once alive house, adding to the creep factor of course.

I'm sure Zero would find this place just so exciting, I do not. Fuck spiders. (don't actually fuck them please that would not be good.)

I couldn't get close enough to kill the vampire and now I'm paying the price. I clutched my shoulder, holding pressure to stop the bleeding as much as I can but the blood was still seeping out at a dangerously fast rate. Already I was feeling nauseous from loosing too much blood, my window of opportunity to catch this stupid fucking flea was closing in on me.

'It seems the hunter has become the one being hunted. What a strange little turn of events.'

I turned to try and face the disembodied voice, agitated as the sound echoed around me, giving me no clue where this vampire was. I mean seriously, could you not have made this any more cliched?

Biting down in frustration, I turned on the balls of my feet and ran in the last direction I smelled its blood wafting from, the sense of danger making my lips curl into a playful smile.

As I rounded the corner, two familiar faces brought me a sense of reassurance. 'Akara! You're injured!' my mother cried out, reaching to my shoulder. I flinched when she touched the gaping wound but resisted the urge to scream out in pain, that would have been embarrassing. 'Darling grab the bandages.'

My father plunged his hand into the bag my mother always brought on missions and pulled out the bandages and passed it to her, having the water bottle in his hand by instinct, opening it up.

He poured the water over my wound, soaking my shirt more than cleaning the blood off. 'Kaeda, he's bleeding too much, we need to get that shirt off him and stitch him up.' as my father spoke I could feel my vision starting to go splotchy. I swear she didn't hit me that bad...

My mother acknowledged my father's words, getting him to sit me up and help me take off my more than torn shirt. Now they could really see just how serious I was. News flash, it was bad.

It wasn't just the shoulder that I was injured either, all over me there were nicks that were bleeding like crazy. I only knew this because my mother exclaimed in shock, just before I finally succumbed to my injuries, having lost too much blood already.

Nice, idiot.

After what seemed like an eternity between a fraction of a second, my eyes fluttered open. I reached to touch my shoulder but my arm didn't respond. That's when I saw what was happening beside me.

My eyes widened.

'You lost before you even started, and that's the fun of this. Do you hunters really think you can get rid of me? I have killed you before and I will kill you, again and again. Now you will suffer the same fate of your dearly beloved hunters.'

I watched as Shizuka slowly walked towards where my parents stood, the gun of my father in one of her hands, and the sword of my mother in the other, lightning dancing around her hands as she held the weapons through the cloth of her sleeve.

No.

No this can't be happening.

Stop.

I went to unsheathe my katana but my body refused, remaining still even though my mind screamed for it to move. I heard the all too familiar sound of bones cracking, blood spilling everywhere. My eyes turn to see Shizuka's hands both impaling my parent's abdomens.