Bloody Love
By: CupKate Sweets
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or any of it's characters, I also do not own the song 'Snow Child', I solely own the Kodaichi family and any other OCs that are to come.
My parents believed in 'order', which I have always agreed to, following every 'order' that came my way. But on that fateful night, 'order' meant 'command' and that 'command' was... Run. That was the true start of my story, my bloody love.
On the night of my fifteenth birthday, my parents were killed. Killed by a vengeful pureblood vampire, for a crime that they did not commit, but he himself, the terrifying pureblood did and left a blame. An abandonment he blamed on my parents, and tried to steal me from them, without avail.
On that night, my mother was putting me in bed, looking at me, she observed how much I have grown in all of those years that she had nurtured me, I had curly but not overly curly chocolate brown hair that was up in pigtails, waist length and of a strange beauty.
Worried emerald green eyes glazed with happiness, thick eyelashes that elegantly curved upwards, perfectly shaped and pointed eyebrows of a chocolaty color that sat perfectly above my eyes on my brow bone, a nose that my mother deemed as "cute", which she usually pinches it and says "got your nose", a game I was now too old for, elegant curved pink lips that weren't too big or small, and a fit, healthy, and very voluptuous body that sadly got me chased down by every boy that I had met only due to me being a vampire, and I resented that fact that that beauty was not human, or even relatively close. Even if I looked human, it saddened me to know that I was not one of those bubbly and satisfyingly happy creatures, even if I am happy as I am now, I know that by their standards, I am not normal, even though I train to be like them, I know that I never could, besides, who knew a vampire that acted like a human? My younger sister, Autumn Camellia Kodaichi was probably the closest I had ever gotten, she studied harder than me at acting like she was a human, even makeup arting pimples on her face! Later though she quit that due to getting a stain in the carpet from the makeup. She had thick, wavy, dark chocolate hair that was of course darker than mine, deeming it dark chocolate, deep brown eyes that had emerald streaks in it, long eyelashes, and eyebrows that were slightly darker than mine.
Sighing, I unruffled my favorite Winnie the Pooh silk nightgown and fell on my bed, wrinkling the gold and turquoise flowered comforters, another thing that shows that I am not like those humans, I have rich tastes which always seem to dissapoint me, I just laid there waiting for something bad to happen, seeing as it is my birthday and something bad always happens on my birthday. But to my surprise, my mother gave me another box. The box was sky blue and wrapped up with a teal bow knowing it was a present for me, I sarcastically asked "What's this?" a growing happy feeling was mixed with a feeling that something bad is going to happen, but I didn't want anyone to be worried, so I kept quiet. I then opened up the box and pulled out a locket. It was the locket that my grandmother had always worn, it had been passed down from generation to generation along her family, starting from Paris 1881, it was pure gold and had my name engraved on the back, my name was the same name as the first person who had this heirloom, Katalina Heartstrom, who was Irish, henceforth the meaning of the name, purity, and moved to Paris in 1873, and fell in love. Later
her husband gave it to her on the eighth I of course had my father's last name, Kodaichi, which was freshly engraved on the back. On the front of the locket a recent inlaid hummingbird made of emeralds, diamonds, and for the eye a onyx, next to the bird was strange markings that had always been on the locket, I of course was too breathtaken to ask what they were, I also was too choked up on tears.
My grandmother had died two human years ago, when I was 1,498 human years old, or in vampire years, 14. My grandmother had adopted my mother when she was a child when her parents had been killed by rogue vampire hunters, my mother at that time had been hiding in a forest in America and my grandmother had moved there three years before she met my mom, my grandmother was from Paris, and was getting used to the english language, as was my mother, she was from Japan. She then adopted her and had so many good memories. My mother and grandmother had then taught each other english, japanese, and french, the day that they met was December 28, my future birthday, and now it is my birthday. My grandmother died of a brain aneurysm two years ago causing great grief to the family. The only reason she lived for thousands of years was because we fed her our blood, which if you ask me is pretty ironic.
Giving up on holding the tears back, the salty contents spilled out of my emerald green eyes. My mother brushed away the tears with her calloused hands, created with years spent playing clarinet, flute, piano, and painting, and pulled my bangs out of my face the long bangs then framing my face, the same hair color that she had and my younger sister, and said with comforting words, "Kitty Kat, you know she loved you, more than anyone else in the world. Hey even time can't heal a broken heart, or centuries for that matter, but she told me before she went into a comatose state that she wanted me to give you that on your fifteenth birthday, she loved you baby." she cried with me while playing with my chocolate brown hair, she then tucked me into bed and played "Snow Child" on her flute.
The soft, soothing melody comforted me to no end.
After the song had ended, she gave me her old flute as a present, said 'Happy Birthday' and left... and screamed.
The screams echoed throughout the entire house... so loud, so sad, so terrifying and blood curdling. I ran as fast as I could, through the corridor, to the living room... to see the scariest sight I had seen in my life. Blood. Everywhere. On everyone. I saw my father... dead. His brown eyes closed and nape length blonde hair flown out, soaked in blood. I called his name over and over, like I was mad... begging for him to say that it is alright and that it is just a scratch... but he didn't.
This is my very first fan fiction... I hope that you all like it! Please R&R, and if there are any suggestions, please leave them in the comments!