CROSSED. A VAMPIRE KNIGHT//TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION.

[20] psychopath but he's hot

After about half an hour, I had finally understood the file enough to get a good idea where it was. On the edge of town most definitely, somewhere where there would be many old buildings.

'Hey Shawn, you gonna be in for the night?' he looked at me and nodded.

'Can I ask you to keep this with you?' I handed him the box and letter. He agreed without any hesitation, putting it on the chair beside him.

'Thanks,' I say. 'I'll be back soon, half an hour I promise.'

Finally, I exited the cafe and headed to where I knew the vampire den had to be. It was the only place that made sense.

Beelining to the edge of town I make my way to the place. I look around at the mostly empty farm, eerie silence filling the air. That's when I smell it. The irrefutable smell of blood.

Bingo.

I jump over the barbed fence and make my way down to the barn, the smell getting stronger with each step. Suddenly I heard a snarling from the side, and before I knew it, multiple level E's were on me.

I jumped back and drew the two blades, stabbing at either side of me. It got the two vampires, and they fell to dust in an instant.

Two down, fuck more to go.

I started running, making it all the way to the barn where I slammed open the doors. Vampires from every angle stared down at me. They didn't attack.

Instead they cowered from me. Their bright red eyes staring at me with terror.

I walk in slowly, confused as to why none of them were making a move. That's when I realised. I smiled darkly and put my knives back into my belt.

'Hello.' I say. They all knelt down in unison, dipping their heads. They don't see me as a hunter, they see me as their leader. A pureblood.

I look around the room with a sort of glee on my face. They were all scum and I am going to have myself a little fun.

'You.' I say, my eyes landing on what used to be a young girl. 'Come here.' I beckoned her over with my finger. She came slowly, tentative in her step.

'Take this.' I passed her one of my daggers, a dangerous flicker in my eye. She grasps it, the blue lightning dancing on her hand playfully.

'Skin yourself.' I say, a shadow casting across my eyes.

'What?' she cried out, looking at the blade then back at me.

'You heard me,' I stepped closer to her, my eyes flashing red, and a cruel smile curling my lips. 'Skin yourself.'

She protested against it but her hands were moving on their own. I watched with amusement and she drew the blade to her opposite shoulder and began slicing off her skin, whimpering. As each slice falls off her, it turns to dust.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, her mouth unable to move.

'More.'

The blade dug into her skin again and took off another chunk, then another chunk. 'Stop, stop doing this to me!' she cried out.

'More!' I yelled, excitement on the tip of my tongue.

She moved from her arm, completely bare of flesh and moved to her other arm, the blade almost unable to be held in that hand. She stripped herself, peeling away with my knife. I watched, the sight keeping me on the edge of my seat.

She collapsed to the floor, unable to stop herself from continuing. I squatted down to get a better view. Her eyes shakily looked up to mine, her mouth curving. 'P-please...' she begged.