Reveal
I wake with a gasp, my body shivering and fear overcoming me. I don't hear the knocking on my door, having been woken from my nightmare, or more like memory. I scramble out of bed, my long shirt coming down to my knees, catching and causing me to trip. I wrap my arms around my legs, burying my face into my knees, attempting to hide.
I cry and cry, the feel of their hands, tearing me apart again and again having me shaking, my chest squeezing painfully.
I flinch when a hand rests on my back, but it doesn't move away, nor does it cause pain. I'm pulled onto someone's lap, and when I feel nothing but safety at the arms closing around me entirely, I burrow into their chest, my tears wetting their shirt.
A hand in my hair begins soothing motions, running through the white strands. I'm being rocked back and forth and feel myself beginning to calm.
"There you go. You're safe. Breath." The deep voice filters in, the words calming me.
I take a deep breath, shuddering. "Hurts." I cry out, fear filling me still.
I feel vibrations coming from the chest I'm resting against, and the sound has me leaning into them even more, beginning to relax fully. For some reason, I can tell I'm safe. I don't know why, or who, but I know instinctively that I'm being protected. "Safe?" I whisper, feeling myself beginning to drift off once more.
"Always." The voice says fiercely.
"Don't go." I plead.
"Never." He whispers into my hair, holding me tightly, the vibrations never stopping.
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I look down to Hadrian Peverell, the man that saved my life centuries ago.
His tear-stained face sends all of my protective instincts on high as I wipe his face with a sleeve gently, moving to stand with him in my arms. I gently lay him down on his bed, covering him up once more before moving to sit next to him against the headboard above the blankets. My hand goes back to his hair, and I smile when he rolls over, cuddling into my leg.
I think back to the first time I met him. He was just as beautiful as he is now. His white hair and bright green eyes, alongside his endearing height. When his magic entered me, my vampire paused, perking up in true happiness for the first time in centuries. I knew then and there that the beautiful oblivious man was my beloved.
It took everything in me to let him walk away, planning on finishing the business I had. There was a threat to me, meaning a threat to my beloved. By the time I had finished, he was gone. No matter where I look, or what I did, I could find him nowhere. It caused me to become erratic, impulsive, and believing my beloved was no more after a century of searching, I put myself into an eternal slumber.
When I gained my memories, the first thing that came to mind wasn't the sister I was protecting, but the name spread far and wide in the Vampire and Vampire hunter world, Hadiran Peverell.
I sent Seiren out to find anything and everything she could on him. Realizing my beloved was the one aiding in raising Yuki and Zero, had me gritting my teeth in frustration. He was right there, the whole time, and I had just missed him each time.
By that time, I had asked Cross about him, finding out he was going to be resting for the next few years. I locked myself in my room for a week after that, working to control my vampire. My instincts wanting to rage.
It wasn't until I was in class one night, and looked over to Yuki and Zero, spotting two others with them. I was confused, until my whole world froze at seeing long white strands blowing in the wind. I looked him over, my breath caught at having him in my sights once more.
Seeing his smile, watching as he pats the two children on the head, it had me finally relaxing. He was here, back in my sites. My vampire perked up, but for once it was out of excitement and happiness, eager to go to him.
I had to hold it back. Hadrian doesn't know who I am, and I'd rather make sure he like me before worrying them over my true identity before he knows I'd never harm the children around me. Afterall, one of the biggest rumors revolving around Hadrian Peverell is his adoration of children. There's zero mercy from him when one is in danger. It's just another endearing trait added on to everything else about him.
When he walked into class the very first time, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so perfect. Not just on the outside either. He was truly a good person. Kind, caring, compassionate. He aided any and all, even ensured there was never any bullying between the students, regardless of titles or class.
The students took to him, just as they should.
When I'd observed enough, I ensured my circle knew not to upset him in any way. Seeing their confusion on why they'd even think too, without my input, had me observing them more closely. Which is how I found out they were all already involved with him in some way.
If I didn't know how old he way, and that he was not only oblivious, but truly saw them all as children then I'd be jealous. As it was, seeing him so protective and motherly towards them, pleased my vampire greatly.
Finding out little things about him always made me happy. I'd catch the few times he would get confused when he got comfortable around me. I don't think he even realizes he doesn't treat me like a student, but like a friend, like the adult I am.
I plan on sitting him down and explaining who I truly am. I know he believes me to be Kaname Kuran, Yuki's brother. I know he knows her true identity, but I'd like him to learn the truth. Slowly, of course, but the truth all the same.
Which is what I was planning on doing when I came to his home.
I felt his fear as he slept, and couldn't help myself when I heard him crying, entering without permission.
As I held him, I vowed to tear apart any who ever thought of harming my beloved.
A man as powerful as I know he is, hurting so bad like this from trauma, means something truly terrible was done to him, and I will ensure he can life the rest of eternity out in safety.
I continue running my hand through his hair, not taking my eyes off of him.
He's finally here, and soon, he'll be mine.
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I wake slowly, nuzzling into the pillow I'm holding onto. A chuckle has me groaning and sitting up. I'm aided by a hand on my back and rub my eyes sleepily with my oversized sleeves. "Thank you." I mumble.
"It's my pleasure, Hadiran." Kaname responds with humor.
My head snaps back to look at him, wide eyes. I flush, covering my face with my hair. "Again." I whisper. "I embarrassed myself... again." I groan, flopping back down to the bed and burying my face in my pillow.
His deep chuckle is heard before I feel his head on the back of my head. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Hadrian." He soothes.
I sigh, moving to stand from the bed and making my way to the bathroom. "Who's the teacher and who's the student?" I scowl over my shoulder at him, unaware I look like I'm pouting.
His eyes hold humor as he stands from the bed, fixing his cuffs. "I'll make tea while you clean up?" He asks.
My eyes light, and he softens as I respond. "Please?" I ask hopefully, grabbing my clothes for the day.
He hums, nodding and I beam. "Thank you, Kaname!"
I shut the door behind me as he laughs, exiting the room. I run the water, brushing my teeth before stepping into the shower. I wash my hair before running conditioner through the strands and beginning to wash my body. The scents of lavender and vanilla fill the bathroom as I rinse myself off, stepping out to dry my body.
When I've dressed in black pants and another long-sleeved V-neck -this time purple-, I quickly run the towel over my hair, not in the mood to dry it all, let alone brush it.
I throw the towel and clothes in the bin before leaving the bathroom and making my way out of the room and find Kaname sitting at the table with tea and a few pastries. I smile at him, taking the seat across from him. "Thank you, Kaname." I say happily, taking a sip of the tea before beginning to eat.
He hums before standing and I watch him walk back to my room, shrugging and continuing to eat. When he comes back, he stops behind my chair, a towel being dropped on my head.
I laugh, hearing the smile in his voice as he begins drying my hair properly. "Don't need you getting sick." He comments.
I roll my eyes. "How do you know I can get sick? I could have an amazing immune system, you know?" I ask, biting into the pastry.
He chuckles, the deep sound soothing. "I know you, Hadrian." He comments.
The statement goes right over my head, and I laugh. "I guess you do, because I can get sick." I look up at him, tilting my head back to see his smile. "Thank you, Kaname."
"You're welcome, Hadiran." He murmurs.
I look back down, speaking quietly. "Thank you for... earlier, as well." I say with slight embarrassment at knowing he saw me like that.
He hums, beginning to run his fingers through the tangles in my hair. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I was here, and I enjoyed being able to help you. Believe me."
I nod shyly. "Okay." I whisper.
He finishes up, draping the towel over a chair before sitting once more. When he sits, he reclines, resting his ankle on his knee, one hand on the table while the other is reaching for his tea.
"I came here originally, to speak to you." He says with a seriousness I'm not used too.
It has me looking back to him, tilting my head in question. "Are you okay?" I ask worriedly.
He smiles, nodding. "I am, but there's some... information, I believe you should be aware of." He looks into my eyes, and I can't look away. "I hope this doesn't... change, the way you think of me."
I soften, smiling over at him. "Kaname, I like you for you. Nothing you say will change that."
He hums, not looking away from me as I take another sip of tea. "Centuries ago, you helped a hooded man in the snow. You saved his life."
I think for a minute before my eyes widen. "Oh!" I nod. "Yes, I remember. Going out into the snowstorm like that." I scold before looking up into Kaname's eyes, seeing the humor in them. My own widen. "No way." I whisper, and he nods. "But..." I crease my eyebrows. "You're..."
He keeps eye contact as he responds. "Not a child." He answers my unasked question. "I'm Kaname Kuran, yes. But the Original Kuran Kaname."
I'm frozen at the information, processing it all. "So..." I don't notice how tense he is with worry, and I lean forwards with a complicated expression. "Why were you outside during a snowstorm?!" I demand.
He's frozen, eyes wide, before he lets out a bark of laughter, it only amping up as his body untenses, relaxing. I tilt my head in confusion. He wipes his eye with his thumb, shaking his head. "You understand I'm an eleven-thousand-year-old vampire. Yes?" He asks, fondness in his tone of voice.
My eyes widen as I process that. "You're almost as old as me." I whisper. He hums and I look back to him with excitement. "Kaname! We're the same age!"
His eyes soften and he nods. "It seems we are."
"Wait." I crease my eyebrows. "How are you two Kaname's?" I ask.
He sips his tea before responding and beginning to explain everything from his uncle killing the original Kaname, to his promise to protect Yuki. I nod along, understanding. "And you can't kill Rido...?" I trail off.
His lips tilt into a smile. "Because he's the one two awakened me..." He trails off, gritting his teeth. "That makes him my master."
I nod, understanding. "Got it." I begin eating again, thinking. So, if Rido dies then Kaname and Yuki will be safe. The vampires here will be safe. So I just need to kill-
My thoughts are cut off by Kaname grabbing my hand. I look up to his eyes, seeing the firmness. "You will not go after him." He orders, and my question on why it's so simple to forget he's a child is answered.
I pout. "Kaname-"
"No." He says sternly, a bit of the persona he uses on his vampires being used for once, on me.
"But I can help!" I say with distress over the knowledge that this powerful vampire is not only insane but wants to hurt those under my protection.
He squeezes my hand, and I look back to him, his features having softened. "You don't like killing." He begins, and I close my mouth when he smiles gently. "I have something in the works. He won't hurt anyone else; you have my word." He says gently.
I look into his eyes before sighing. "Fine. But if he does then i won't stand by." I attempt to be just as firm, and something tells me I'm failing. Maybe it's the humor in his eyes.
I clear my throat. "Well, since you're being so open..." I trail off, looking away. "That civilization I told you all about." I swallow, nodding and looking back to him. "I was once a wizard." His eyes widen and I smile. "I was once known to the wizarding world as 'Harry Potter'."
He sucks in a breath, and I tilt my head in question. "I've learned some on the wizards many years ago. Harry Potter was their savior before he... went missing." He finishes quietly.
I hum, nodding. "I was the prophecy child. The dark lord wanted me dead because it was foretold that I'd be his downfall. He failed, killing my parents and I was an orphan at one." I grimace. "For my whole childhood, I didn't know the light lord was just as bad as the dark one." I sigh, resting my cheek on my hand, looking out the window. "The light lord placed me with my last living relatives. Relatives that weren't wizards, but knew of them because of my mother, and despised us all because of it. They were horrible people, but the light lord needed a mailable weapon. One who would hold onto his every word and follow him without question." I smile bitterly. "What better way to ensure that than to save him from his abusive family, showing him a world of magic where everyone loves you?"
Kaname growls and I startle when he settles in the chair next to me. "You don't need to tell me." He says quietly, holding my hand tighter.
I squeeze him back, smiling gently. "You told me your story, it's only fair." I give him a look and he doesn't protest again. "I was hunted every year since my first year at Hogwarts, the school for Wizards and witches. Tortured some, almost dying in other years." I sigh. "I was sent back each summer to my relatives, what I know now as a reminder that what I've been given can be taken just as quickly." I finish on a whisper, clearing my throat. "The light lord was killed and then a year later I killed the dark lord."
I take a sip of tea, leaning into the hand that settles on my head, beginning to run through the strands. "It hurt me." I whisper, not seeing his worried expression. "I... knew he killed many and even my parents but... I-" I bring a hand up to my eyes, wiping them. "We were so similar." I whisper. "Both orphans, both half-blood with so much potential. We were both controlled by the light lord. But abused. Hell, we had brother wands. That's a one in a million chance." I sniff.
His hand moves to the side of my face, and I lean into it unconsciously. "I'm sorry you were made to do that." Kaname whispers.
I nod before taking a deep breath. "After, they wanted me to use my fame to further their bigotry against the dark. I wouldn't. There's nothing wrong with dark magic, they were just suppressed and acting out. On top of that, they hated all dark creatures, and my own Godson is a werewolf." I don't see his eyes widening. "They didn't take kindly to that, and when they realized I wasn't ageing I was taken into a department that tore me apart." He sucks in a breath as I speak dully. "I wasn't a vampire, or an immortal by dark magic. They wanted to use me to find my source of immortality, and they did. For years they-" I'm pulled into Kaname's lap. I accept the comfort, burrowing into his chest as I cry. "It hurt." I choke out.
He holds the back of my head, keeping me pressed into him. His other arm wrapped around me tightly. "I would tear them apart." He growls, eyes flashing red above my head.
I sniffle, wrapping my arms around him. "They're long gone." I whisper. "Turns out, Death is an actual being. I had become his master, and it took time for our bond to solidify, so I didn't even know it." I close my eyes with a sigh. "When our bond fully formed, he killed everyone who hurt me, who aided in my capture and who knew and did nothing." I squeeze him tighter. "By best friends knew." I whisper painfully.
"Oh, Hadiran." Kaname says softly, holding me tightly.
We sit there as he holds me, soothing me until I'm fully relaxed. "Thank you for telling me." He whispers.
I nod into him, pulling back to wipe my eyes with my sleeve before looking up to him with a small smile. "And thank you for telling me."
He smiles back and I feel something between us has changed. What? I have no clue, but my instincts aren't going off, telling me this is okay, good even.
"Why were you outside in a snowstorm?" I demand once I remember my previous worry.
He breaks out in laughter once more, and I join him.