Hi, I'm new here and this is my first story I've posted. I apologize in advance for anything wrong with the story because I wrote this back when I was in Junior High, and I'm now a Senior in High School. This is the first chapter, and I've already gone through this and revised it a bit. However, I'm sure I've missed some things so please be patient with me. Thank You, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight, I only own my OC and parts of the plot in this story. :]

It was in the middle of winter, and I was in high school at the time. I was in my senior year, 12th grade, so I guess I was your average weird girl slash loner. Everything changed on my 18th birthday.

That day was my beginning. It started out as any other day. I got up to go to school, unfortunately. I was on my way to school when I realized that I was being followed by an expensive silver car with very dark tinted windows. It looked as if it would have belonged to a fairly wealthy person.

Instead of taking the usual way to school, the way everyone takes because it is faster and smoother, I took the back road to school. The silver car followed me down every single road, twist, and turn. However, it looked as if it never fell behind me, nor did it ever gain as much as a centimeter. When the last turn came, the turn that comes out in front of the school, the silver car made a sharp turn to the left and quietly rode on down the road.

My mind was occupied for the rest of the day. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even realized when the last bell rang for us to go home. I gathered my things slowly, and I took my time getting to my car. Then, after what seemed to be eternity, I started the car and drove slowly to my house. I kept on looking in the rear view mirror, and for some strange reason, I hoped to see the silver car following me home for the excitement of danger.

To my disappointment I didn't see the silver car that evening. When I got home I took a long hot shower, ate some dinner, and did my homework, and then got ready for bed.

I woke up when the alarm clock went off. I staggered out of bed exhausted because of my restlessness last night. I got up anyway, trying to get on with my life. I got ready for school again. I revved the engine and started to school. That was the day everything changed.

On this particular day I hadn't noticed that it was my birthday. I had been so distracted by the dreams and the car that I'd forgotten about inviting my close friends to my house. I decided to just invite them as I saw them in school. As I met them throughout the day, I invited them to my house for an all night party.

The school day was just like any other day. Uneventful. So, that night when everyone got there, we just cut loose. I had so much fun that I had mostly forgotten about the silver car and the dreams, but I still had this strange feeling that I was being watched by someone from somewhere. However, that little bit of tension kept me from having real fun like I should have. My childhood friend, Kiryu, noticed my strange behavior. He asked me if I was okay or not. I told him I was, but he didn't buy into it at all.

Then suddenly, as if time itself had stopped, everyone stopped moving. I first thought I was just a little sleepy, and I was losing consciousness. Just as I was about to lie down on the couch, he appeared.

I was startled by this stranger's sudden appearance. As I took in his features, I couldn't lie to myself. He was extremely hot. He had messy darkish brown-red hair that was somewhat long for a guy. His eyes held a red tint to them, and lean and muscular. His clothes were expensive designer clothes, and he glided to me.

I was surprised at how graceful he was as he came to stand two feet in front of me.

He reached out to take my hand and pulled me closer to him. I felt my face heat up at having a stranger hold me in such a way. His voice was the next thing to take me by surprise. "Don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you, you probably don't remember me."

His voice was velvet smooth, and I found it hard to find my own voice. "Who are you?" My voice came out shakey. Fear wasn't the reason my voice was so shot.

It was he himself that took my ability to speak clearly away. While I was distracted by him, I hadn't noticed that one of my friends, Kiryu, was the only one not affected by the stillness that my other friends seemed to be over. He just looked at me and the stranger. The look he gave the stranger was hatred. That confused me, because in order to hate someone, one would have to know who they were. My head started to pound, and I was about to go sit down.

The stranger seemed to have noticed that I was about to sit, and although I was positive he had never been in my house before, and he lead me to my room. I was only vaguely aware that he had known where my room was as I sat down on my bed to try and sort through my muddled thoughts. I was pulled from my mind when he sat down beside me and pulled me to him. I let him do so because who wouldn't want someone like him to embrace them like that. He pulled away only enough so that I could see his face and vice versa. He decided to speak again.

"Do you remember me at all?" His eyes looked pleadingly at my own, and they seemed almost lonely. Well, actually, they did look lonely. I wanted to ask him why he was lonely, but I restrained myself. He gazed into my eyes, as if he were trying to make me remember. I held his gaze as I seriously tried to remember if he was at an old birthday party, or if he was at one of my family reunions, or something along those standards. However, I had no such luck,

"No, I… I don't know who you are; I can't place you at all. Who are you, and where did you come from, and what do you want?" The look on his face said that he couldn't believe what I'd just said. He sighed, "Do you believe in vampires?"

"Are you telling me that you're a vampire?" I said sarcastically as I looked at him weirdly. Slight amusement presented itself in his eyes, "You don't believe me?"

"So, you're telling me that you are a vampire, right?"

"Yes," his smooth velvet voice made me lose my train of thought, and his amusement seemed to grow. He hugged me again and slid his hands down my neck and shoulders. Then he started to trace my collarbone as he stared into my eyes. Just when it seemed that it was only him and I in the world my bedroom door slammed open and scared the crap out of me making me jump.

It was Kiryu, and he was furious; I could see it in his eyes. He looked at me and then at who was holding me and narrowed his eyes into tiny slits. Kiryu walked towards us with a hasty pace. The stranger, I had yet to get his name, let go of me and stood up.

"I must go now. I have to inform the others about the situation." He seemed to be talking to himself. Slight irritation buzzed through me, "You never did answer my questions." I felt my eye twitch slightly before he answered.

"Don't worry. We'll see each other again soon," he promised as he leaned forward slightly to kiss me. Now, you might think I would be more surprised by him kissing me, but what I wasn't ready for was my reaction to the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and as soon as I did that he pulled away from me abruptly.

"I'm sorry. That's my fault, you're very tempting to me while in this form" As he said those words, his loneliness shone through even more, and his eyes portrayed repentance for his actions. I doubt anyone could hold a grudge against a face like that, and I certainly wasn't going to either.

"No, it's alright. I don't really know why I did that. I'm sorry." I blushed and he seemed to relax again. He then turned to Kiryu,

"Zero Kiryu, how long have you been here?" Kiryu held his ground with an expressionless face, "I've lived here for ten years." He seemed troubled, in fact, they both did.

I found the stranger facing me again, "If you wish to see me again come to my house." He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down his address. He handed me the paper, and with the slightest pressure, caressed my cheek. I glanced at the paper and read aloud. "4528 Cross Avenue."

At the bottom of the paper was a name. Before he left, I asked one more question with a controlled voice. "Is that your name?" He turned and smiled, and then he disappeared out the window. I hurried to the window to see if I could spot him, but no one was there.

I closed the window and went back to my bed and stared at the writing on that paper. His handwriting was elegant and pretty. I looked around and noticed Kiryu was gone, and then I remembered how everyone had seemed to be frozen in time. I practically ran downstairs, and I was relieved to find everyone sleeping peacefully and unharmed.

Kiryu was also standing there waiting for me. "Well," he started in an aggravated voice, "who was that? Did you know him?"

I shook my head, "No, sadly I have no idea who he was. However, he did give me his name. Kaname Kuran…Hmm…I wonder what he wanted. He never told me…..

Well, there you are! This was the first chapter! Please tell me what you think, and constructive criticism is appreciated, but please do not outright tell me you HATE it, if this story isn't to you're liking then don't read it and then tell me how much you hated it.

I do appreciate those of you that will help me further my writing abilities, and I'm going to warn you now: Updates probably won't be very consistent. I have many other stories I am currently writing, but they're not published as of yet. Thank you very much for reading, and hopefully enjoying it!