Edited 05/06/2020
Kaname pov:
Ah, So that is it? Is she still angry about that? "Will you give me a chance?" I ask her, Her pulps dilated. She was thinking about it; I smile warmly at her, then she starts to shake again. "It's my blood. That's why you want me." She mutters lies to herself. I start shaking my head. Pleading her with my hoping eyes that she would finally realise I have always loved her. "Then what, Kaname?" She asks me with fear in her eyes. "It is because I have loved you since I saw Yuki pinning you down, drinking your blood."
"IM NOT A BLOOD BAG!" She screams, fully shaking and the windows in the room shatter. Her hands cover her beautiful face. "I have never fought for you as a blood bag," I state truthfully. She was nonresponsive. I notice that her right hand was still covering her neck, She was still scared. Scooping her up in my arms, I feel her shaking twice as more. It stung. Walking through the door into my room, I lay her on my bed. Her (h/c) locks move slightly to show her tame mark. Is that why I couldn't find her?
I cover her perfect body with the cover and walk towards the sofa, grabbing my book and then I sit down. I could hear her heartbeat and her shagged breaths. The picture of her body, Resting on my black and red silk sheets. Her perfect body curled up, Her (h/c) locks scattered around her figure. She was beautiful. That is one of the many reasons I love her so. I could feel my heartbeat rise just thinking about her. You will learn how to love me. Hopefully, you will understand why I did it, If I didn't Yuki would have stolen me from you.
It's not that I dislike her. I hated how she was treated like a princess while the proper Princess of vampires was told every day that she wasn't meant to live, exiled. Lucky for me, I found my princess. I found you. I could feel the presence of two vampires running towards her room.
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Our Bloodbond| Kaname Kuran x reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) Kuran is the youngest of the Kuran's and also the most hated and powerful. What happens if one day she has enough of it and decides to run away. (First story I have ever made so please go easy on me written when I was 13/14)
