I Don't Date Vampires
Prologue
"Living Out of a Suitcase"

Cross Academy was one of the most prestigious boarding schools in Japan. Everyone wanted to attend, be part of the school. It was rumored that thousands of applicants were turned down each year and getting accepted to such a place was a once in a lifetime chance. Anyone would be crazy to turn that chance down. However the girl standing in front of the imposing gates didn't feel any excitement coming to a place like this. Her olive green eyes studying her surroundings with distain and boredom as she pulled two large black suitcases behind her and a violin slung over her shoulder.

Katherine Taylor had been surprised when her uncle had come into their hotel suite announcing that she would be going to a Japanese boarding school for seven months while he was away on one of his writing assignments. She never would have imagined going to a boarding school like this in her life.

Katherine was lying on a queen size bed reading a biography on the Romanovs when she heard the door slam. Her golden brown waves spiraling around her head like a halo. "Lucian," she called in acknowledgement. Her uncle came to the door of the room that was acting as her temporary bedroom.

"Kit," He said leaning on the doorframe. His mouth formed a hard line and his hazel eyes were narrowed. It was the expression he tended to have when he had to give the girl bad news. It was the same face he had when he told her that her parents were missing. The same face that he had had when Katherine had lowered two empty caskets into the ground because they never did find their bodies. So when Katherine saw that face she immediately sat up. "I have something I need to discuss with you," he told her cryptically before stepping out into the main living area of the suite.

Katherine hopped off the bed and followed him without question. He plopped down in one of the arm chairs and she did the same. "Okay so before I say anything I need you to promise me something." Lucian said seriously, "Promise that you will let me finish completely before you respond. Okay?"

Katherine nodded, "Okay I promise. Just tell me why you came in here like someone just died."

Lucian let out a long sigh. "I got another writing job. I have to go to Iraq and do a piece on the American soldiers there. Of course for obvious reason you can't come with me this time, so I've arranged for you to attend a boarding school in Japan -Cross Academy," he explained calmly. Katherine was about to respond but he gave her a look clearly saying that he wasn't finished. "It's a very prestigious school and it would be good for you to be around people your own age. You'll be leaving tomorrow night so get packed." Katherine processed this information rationally. She wanted to protest, but as a freelance Journalist her uncle tended to take what was given to him.

"How long will you be gone?" She inquired.

"Seven months. I know that sounds like a long time, but I'll be back to pick you up by the end of the school year."

She shrugged, "You gotta do what you gotta do. Just don't get yourself killed in the process." Lucian smiled. He knew she wouldn't take this the wrong way. Katherine has always been a very rational person since she was a little girl, thinking things through before she formed a reaction. "I guess I should get packing now. I'll admit I'm going to be a little disappointed to be leaving London," she glanced out the window of the sky rise hotel as if taking in the view on last time trying to burn it into her memory.

"Well I'm sure we will both come back at some point," Lucian laughed. Katherine smiled and nodded. She had spent the rest of the day packing up her measly belongings into her suitcases and Lucian had taken her sightseeing one last time prior to driving her to the airport. Where she had given her uncle a big hug and then boarded the plane.

So that was the story of how she came to be here struggling to pull two suitcases up the stairs because these dorms apparently were too fancy to have elevators. She had decided to take one suitcase at a time up the stairs figuring that would be easiest. She had gotten the first suitcase to her floor and was working on the second one when she heard someone call to her. "Oh, here let me help you with that," a girl came running down the steps. She had short brown hair and brown eyes and was wearing a black uniform with a white arm band. The girl grabbed one of the handles taking some of the weight from Katherine's hands.

When the suitcase was placed down at the top of the stairs both girls were slightly out of breath, "Wow that was heavy," the brunette commented. "My name is Yuuki by the way," she told Katherine.

"Arigatou Yuuki-san. Oname wa Katherine desu," she replied in perfect Japanese.

"What's in there anyways?" She asked staring at the suitcase as if she had some sort of X-ray vision so she could see the contents it contained.

"Books, pictures, music," she told her. Yuuki nodded signifying that she heard her.

"I take it you're a transfer student. We don't get many of those around here, especially not in the middle of the school year like this. But I'm sure you'll fit in just fine here. Where are you from anyways you have in accent?" Yuuki rambled as Katherine regarded which way she should go to find her room.

"I could say the same thing about you," Katherine pointed out causing Yuuki to laugh, "I'm from the states though. Umm. Do you happen to know where room 136 is?"

"136? Why that's right across the hall from my room. Come on I'll show you," Yuuki said joyously gesturing for her to follow. She took one of the girl's suitcases and led her through the corridors. They stopped at one of the rooms where Yuuki pointed, "That's my room that I share with my roommate Yori-chan. She's in class right now, but I'll be sure to bring her by to meet you. Feel free to stop by anytime in case you need anything."

"Okay. Arigatou Yuuki," Katherine replied.

"I have to get back to class, but I'll stop by later, Okay. Maybe give you a tour of the place before curfew," she added with a smile. Then running down the hall the way they came to get back to her classes.

'Well she's nice,' Katherine thought taking out the key and unlocking the thick wooden door. Since she was transferring in the middle of the year the only rooms available were singles, which she kind of lucked out on. The girl had never been a fan of sharing her living space with someone she didn't know, it was often a problem for her when Lucian and her had to stay in Hostels together sleeping around a bunch of strangers. When that happened she generally didn't sleep well.

This room was quaint there was a single bed in the corner and two windows instead of the typical single window because she was on a corner. There was a desk for homework a large cork bulletin board hung on one of the walls under it a series of shelves. The walls were white and everything looked fairly plain, but it was going to be her home for the time being. Katherine rolled in her two suitcases and shut the door there was already a fluffy white down duvet and pillow on the bed with sheets. So she didn't need to get those, but she would still probably need to go shopping anyways and pick up a few things.

She set down her violin on the bed and went about unpacking her clothes. Over time she had learned to live with only the bare necessities. It makes sense when one is constantly traveling and Katherine Taylor did literally live out of a suitcase.

She had really only five of everything; five tank tops, five tee-shirts, five pairs of pants, five pairs of shorts, five sweaters, and five long-sleeved shirts. The only things she didn't have five pairs of were socks, underwear, bras, leggings, shoes, coats, swimsuits, and dresses. She took out her shirts first placing them in the second drawer from the top in the supplied dresser and then emptied the rest of her suitcase. She placed the only two dresses that she owned on hangers one a simple white sundress and the other a long-sleeved sweater dress in black.

Inside the closet with the dresses she placed her five pairs of shoes, not including the ones she was currently wearing (knee-high brown uggs) on the floor of the closet, (a pair of black ballet flats, white sandals, black leather ankle combat boots, and a pair of black high-top converse.) On the hangers she hung her long black trench coat and her black leather bomber jacket. She made a mental note to stop by the headmaster's office later and pick up her school uniform.

After unpacking her clothes the rest was quite easy to get organized. She placed the various CD's and books on the shelves and pinned several pictures of her and Lucian's travels on the bulletin board. The board was completely covered by the time she was done.

Looking around the room didn't look so plain anymore; it actually looked like someone lived there. The pictures, music, and books along with a colorful patched rug that Katherine had picked up in India added personality to the room. Of course it still looked a little plain, but there wasn't much she could do about that at the moment. Katherine looked at the digital clock by the bed telling her it was about 4:30 p.m. in whatever time zone she was in.

The jetlag was really starting to affect her and she let out a yawn. "Okay, I guess I'll skype Lucian," she told herself sitting down at the desk. It took a couple minutes for the computer to turn on, and a couple more minutes for her uncle to answer.

"Kit."

"Hey Lucian," she gave a little wave as her uncle appeared on the screen. "How is Iraq?" she inquired curiously. He looked like he was sitting in a bunker of some sort, probably the barracks. His black hair messed up slightly perhaps having just woken up from sleeping.

"Honestly it's kind of boring. There's nothing around here for miles, it's a fucking desert," he informed her jadedly. Katherine smiled. "How is Japan? More interesting than here I hope."

Katherine yawned again. "It's fine," she stated tiredly, "I had a little trouble getting my stuff up the stairs. This place is apparently above elevators. But one of the students helped me. She offered to give me a tour later and I just finished unpacking all my stuff."

"Oh. Show me your room," Lucian more or less ordered. Katherine picked up the laptop and walked him around the room sort of speak. She showed him the bed, desk, shelves, and the view out the windows. "It's nice. You should be comfortable there. Are you going to join orchestra?" He questioned after she set him back on the desk.

"I don't know. It's probably all full considering that I came here at such a weird time. I think I'm just going to get my bearings first before I make any of those decisions," she told him. He nodded accepting her answer.

"That sounds like a good plan. Very practical like always."

Katherine frowned, "You make me sound like a dull old geezer."

Lucian laughed; his eyes crinkling around the edges. "I didn't mean to imply that Kit. I, of all people, know you're not dull. Remember the time you broke your hand or when you ate that scorpion. Nope definitely not dull," he said seriously as he could through his laughter.

"If I remember correctly I only ate that scorpion because I lost a bet with you. And me breaking my hand was kinda also your fault," Katherine pointed out.

"It's my fault that you couldn't hold your liquor?" He asked innocently.

Katherine huffed about to shoot back a retort in her colorful vocabulary when she there was a knock at her door. "Hold on a minute," she told her uncle standing; walking across the room opening the door. She opened the door to see Yuuki standing there smiling.

"Hi, sorry am I interrupting anything?" She asked.

Katherine shook her head, "No I was just skyping with my uncle. You can come in," she offered opening the door wider letting Yuuki pass.

Katherine walked back to her laptop, where Lucian was patiently waiting. "Sorry Luke," she said using the nickname she used to call him as a child, "I got to go. Stay away from those landmines."

Lucian chuckled, "Okay, Kit. Don't get into too much trouble without me."

"I make no promises," she retorted before hanging up. She closed her laptop screen before turning to Yuuki who was looking around her room.

"Wow you sure didn't waste any time. Is this all your stuff or is you uncle sending more?"

Katherine shook her head, "Nope this is it. I was planning on getting some things before I started school tomorrow, notebooks, pencils, the works. But other than that this is about it."

Yuuki looked at her curiously, "You're going to classes tomorrow. Don't you want to take a couple days to get used to the time zone?"

"Nah. I'm used to it. You ready to go?" She brushed off Yuuki's concerns with a wave of her hand.

"Sure." Yuuki wasn't exactly sure what to make of this new transfer student. She wasn't anything like the other female Day-class students on campus. The students who were obsessed with the night class which seemed to be everyone here except her, Zero, and Yori. 'Perhaps it was a cultural thing?' Yuuki mused.

Katherine listened intently when Yuuki was giving the tour, not want to get lost later when trying to find her classes. The place was much bigger than she originally thought. The gothic style buildings were everywhere; towering over her staring everything down with a disapproving look. It was pretty intimidating actually.

"What's that over there?" Katherine asked pointed to one the buildings. Unlike the other building they had seen this one was surrounded by a tall stone wall and there was a large iron gate with a moon symbol in the middle of a rose. It seemed to be more menacing than the other buildings like it gave off a warning not to go over there.

Yuuki looked to where she was pointing. "Oh that the Night class dormitory," she said with reluctance. She knew that the other girl was probably only being nice until she got what she wanted. 'God. When did I become so negative? It must be Zero. His attitude has to be contagious.' Yuuki criticized herself. However the next words out of Katherine's mouth proved Yuuki wrong.

"What's the Night Class?"

Yuuki looked at her shocked. "You don't know? Everyone that applies here knows. How can you not know?" She blabbered puzzled.

Katherine sighed. "Okay one, I still have no idea what you're talking about. Two, I wasn't aware I even applied to this school," she started calmly holding up her fingers as she talked, "and three, why are you making such a big deal over this?"

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "It just I was surprised that's all. The students here are so obsessed with the night class and all the new students know exactly who they are." She gave Katherine a quizzical look having just realized something, "How were you not aware that you applied to this school?"

The other girl shrugged. "My uncle sent in the application without me knowing; snuck me the entrance exam somehow. That's most definitely how it must've happened. He's a pretty sly bastard when he wants to be. Anyways the night class," Katherine explained before bringing the conversation back to her original question.

Yuuki shook herself from her thoughts. "Oh. Okay right, so Cross academy is divided between the Night Class and the Day Class. As the names suggest one group uses the campus during the day and the other at night," she informed.

"What's so special about them? Why would everyone know who they are?"

"Well I guess you could say that the night class is kind of like," Yuuki paused thinking of an analogy Katherine could relate to, "Hollywood actors."

"Oh, that makes sense."

Yuuki nodded looking down at her watch. "Oh, I have to go find Zero. Katherine it was nice to meet you. Umm... I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she told her hurriedly before running off. This effectively left Katherine standing all alone. She scanned around her trying to remember where to go.

She began to retrace her steps to find the administrative building where the headmaster's office was located. Once she found it we wandered the hallways not seeing any signs telling her where to go. 'This is peculiar. Why are there no signs? Do they want people to get lost?'

She finally saw a light casting a dim glow on the floor of the hallway. Katherine crept forward slowly peering through the door. There was a man sitting quietly at a desk reading over some papers. He had long light blonde color hair that he tied back into a low ponytail. The light from the desk lamp casted a glare off his thin wire rimmed glasses.

Katherine raised her hand and gave two quick raps on the door. He looked up from his work, "Come in." She pushed the door open wider stepping into the room. He looked at her curiously setting down his pencil, "Yes?"

"My name's Katherine Taylor I'm looking for the Headmaster. I'm a transfer student," she told him.

The man studied her for a second before standing and walking over to a filing cabinet. The drawer opened with a click as he pulled out a file. "Yes, Miss Taylor," she watched as his eyes scanned over what was written. "Have a seat," he offered sitting back down at his desk plopping the file down.

Katherine took in the room as she sat in one of the fluffy brown leather chairs. The sun was just setting and the light was casting a warm glow on the room through the west facing windows. The furniture was a collection of antiques in beautiful carved mahogany. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he started his eyes flickering back down to her file; "I must say that I'm very impressed by your entrance exam. One of the highest scores I've seen."

"Arigatou gozaimasu ," Katherine responded politely. It became apparent that his man was the headmaster. He gave her a kind smile before continuing.

"It says here you were home tutored and self-taught," she nodded, "You are under the care of your Godfather who is a freelance journalist. I would imagine you haven't really been to an actual school before."

"Just once when I was six."

He nodded. Katherine thought it looked pretty comical, like a bobble head on one of those figurines that one would put on their dashboard. "This," he said, "placing a sheet of paper in front of her, "is your class schedule. Here is a map of the school; this should help you find your classes tomorrow."

"If you still have trouble you can ask my daughter Yuuki. She is in the same year as you. Oh you'll like her she's about the best daughter a father could ask for," the told her gushing, "She's about this tall," he describes placing his hand about where her height would be, "and has brown hair and the pretties brown eyes. She has chubby cheeks too, but not as chubby as when she was little."

"Oh she was so precious when she was little. One time she tried to make spaghetti and meatballs, but she over cooked the noodles and burnt the sauce. The meatballs exploded permanently staining the ceiling—"

Katherine watched a little confused, 'What the hell? Okay so it's nice that he loves his daughter, but this is definitely weird. He's telling a complete stranger embarrassing stories from her childhood.' "Umm… Excuse me," she said pulling the headmaster out of whatever story he was recalling, "aren't we getting a little off subject?"

The headmaster stopped and closed his mouth, "You're quite right I did get a little sidetracked there." He walked to a closet and pulled out something. The door was open blocking Katherine's view. When he closed the door she saw he was carrying a large white bag. "Here is your school uniform," he gave her the bag and she peered into it seeing a couple with shirts, black skirts, a black jacket, and long black socks.

"Arigatou. Umm… I was wondering if it would be okay to pick up a few things from town. I kind of came here on short notice and didn't have time before," Katherine requested. The headmaster regarded her peering over his glasses.

"I guess that would be acceptable, you can leave campus tomorrow after classes are over."

"Arigatou," she said bowing. Katherine took to the class schedule and map from the desk and slipped them into the bag. She closed the door behind her making her way back to her dorm. By this time the sun had long since set and Katherine was quite tired.

The cool January air nipped at her nose and she snuggled into her warm winter coat sniffling at bit. She walked pass the moon dorm one last time studying it. It was even more intimidating at night and she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

Katherine glanced around her into the woods, 'I could've sworn I saw something move over there.' She was staring at a tree; it seemed that a figure disappeared behind just a split second ago. She stared for a second longer before turning abruptly and heading back to her room.

"Hanabusa, what are you doing?" Kain asked his cousin. The blonde vampire was leaning against a tree watching as a girl walked past the night dorms. She had golden brown hair and a fair complexion. He didn't seem to hear his cousin's approach.

"Hanabusa."

Aidou looked up, "Huh?"

"You were supposed to be back to class twenty minutes ago. Kuran told me to go find you," Kain reprimanded his cousin.

Aidou sighed pulling away from the tree, "Yeah Okay. I'm coming." Kain sighed before walking back to the classroom with Aidou on his tail. His cousin could be quite immature sometimes, well almost all the time. He hoped that whatever Aidou was planning, if he was planning something, didn't drag him down too.

Author's Note:

Okay, hi. Thank you for reading the prologue of IDDV. If you're wondering about where in the grand scheme of things this story takes place it is kind of during the manga. Except for the prologue and Chapter one (which I am writing now) they take place a day or two before chapter one of the manga. Katherine arrives at the school in January though and for my purposes the Cross academy school year will be like the typical american school except for the holidays, like labor day and what not.

If you would like to read the manga you can read it at

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