


Hells Depths

by HatakeKisaku



Category: Underworld, Vampire Knight
Genre: Mystery, Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2012-09-05
Updated: 2012-09-05
Packaged: 2013-07-15 02:55:59
Rating: M
Chapters: 1
Words: 413
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8500666/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2606793/HatakeKisaku
Summary: Level E vamps are up to something, and Kaien Cross and Kaname have notified the FBI's Special Cases Unit, who have sent their best to investigate undercover at the Academy. But the agent is an original elder, of another breed of vampire. She and Kaien have a past, that threatens to rekindle. Who is this woman? And will she have the power to stop what the E's are plotting?





	Hells Depths

A/N: Alright my fellow authors, here is a story I think you will enjoy. this is sort of a crossover, but primarily Vampire Knight.

Summary: Level E vamps are up to something, and Kaien Cross and Kaname have notified the FBI's Special Cases Unit, who have sent their best to investigate undercover at the Academy. But the agent is an original elder, of another breed of vampire. She and Kaien have a past, that threatens to rekindle. Who is this woman? And will she have the power to stop what the E's are plotting?

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. And sadly, nor do I own Underworld…or any of their characters

Hell's Depths

She glided into his office. The beautiful personification of everything deadly. Of course, she wasn't at all deadly. Not to Kaname anyway. Not to anything or anyone innocent, did she dare point her blade. She was a warrior, not a cold blooded killer, like her mere presence presented.

Kaname himself nearly bristled when she entered his office. But not out of fear, no. it was out of pleasure. The woman was unmistakeably beautiful in the most goddess like manner. Any man; immortal or not; would go to the very deepest depths of hell, just to have the honor to behold her with his eyes. But no, Kaname did not look up from his papers. He feared what his reaction would be should he see her before she spoke, and so he waited.

"Kaname," her velvety voice, like roses, reached his ears and his control lost over his want to see her. He raised his head from its bowed position over the ascew pile of papers on his desk. The sight that met him was astonishing.

The woman was indeed very stunning. Her skin was cream colored, her lips a soft natural pink, her eyes an emerald green. Her black hair reached just to her mid-neck, cut in a long bob and parted in the middle. She was was perfect in every physical sense. She dressed all in black, from her gothic combat boots that buckled from the ankle all the up to just three inches from her knee, her leather tights, the leather holsters that held her guns, her leather belt that held her knives. Even her longsleeved cotton shirt was black.

She stopped in front of his desk, her black leather trench coat, trimmed in celtic knots, reaching just shy of brushing the floor, swaying around her.


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