Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers

A.N. Hello my little Owls, to those of you who had read my other story, Diabolik Daughters, and gave me suggestions, I thank you all very much and I am sorry if I did not choose yours, I will try to do up some more, but for now I found this to be a fun project. To everyone else, my first time readers! Welcome! You will find out if you read my author's notes on a normal basis that I tend to rant and am a little weird. Do expect people to take over my computer and write whatever. Ayato did that last month on my other story. Anyway, I will bother you no more. Have Fun and Read On!

Cassandra Brown was a kind, gentle, 8th grade, social butterfly, with waist length dirty blonde hair, glasses, and brown eyes. She had her 2 best friends, Talitha Jones, and Tatiana Jones, Talitha and Tatiana are twins. The twins are very perverted around Cassandra and their friends. But a secret lays in the friendship of the three girls, for their meeting was set up by non-other than, Karlheinz.

Cassandra or, Cassy as many others tend to call her, was having a rough time at school and at home because her grandfather was dying. She was re-watching one of her favorite animes for what seemed like the 50th time, when her mother and father, Tiffany and Gregory, called her and her brother, Eric, down stairs.

Cassy's view:

I went down stairs to see my dad holding my crying mother next to him; it was at that moment that I knew that I had experienced death for the first time. I fell to my knees, cupped my face with my hands, and cried. My little brother, Eric, who is 11, came up behind me, sat down on the floor next to me, and hugged me. "Kids, we're so sorry" my father stated with sympathy in his voice. I just nodded my head. "But that's not the only thing we need to tell you." I slowed my tears for a moment, to look at my dad curiously. "Come on, how about you two sit down?" I nodded and approached the love seat with my brother that sat straight in front of the couch my mother and father were sitting on. I looked at the two of them with worry for whatever they had to say really got my mom worked up. "Cassy, Eric, what I'm about to tell you is not easy to say. No matter how anyone would phrase it. But, you two are not full siblings." My brother, or at least who I thought was my brother, and I clung to each other and gasped. My father nodded, "You are only half siblings, Cassy, I am not your biological father." When he said that I could have sworn I almost passed out, but I wanted to hear what he had to say about this, so I … stayed conscious.

I looked at him for an answer of some kind, or maybe, for him to say that it wasn't true, that he and mom were just playing some sick joke on me or something. So I asked him a painful question, "So what? Am I adopted or something?" they both shook their heads, mom still in tears.

"No, you aren't adopted. Your mother is your biological mother. But Cassy, I still and always will love you as a father should." My dad? Told me.

"Then who is my biological father?" I asked almost in tears.

"Now that part is a little funny. You see, your biological father, he met up with Talitha and Tatiana a short time after you met, to see if they could introduce you to a show that would show you what was happening with your other half brothers."

I was extremely confused now. Introduce me to a show? What? So I asked him, "okay, okay, so which show, and who is my biological father?"

"Well Cassy, you know your show, Diabolik Lovers? That was the show, and Karlheinz, he is your biological father."

Complete and utter shock washed over me like a tsunami hitting a small island. "B-but that show is about vampires and a human? Karlheinz is a vampire. That would not only make me a vampire but an impure one at that! Plus not only are vampires not real, and even if they were, Diabolik Lovers is an anime, from Japan, they'd live, in Japan! I am in no way shape or form Japanese!"

My mom finally spoke up through a not clear voice, "Your true form has already came out since we have been sitting out here, and also vampires are real, and there is nothing wrong with not being a full blood!" she said in a attempt a convincing tone. She had also pulled out a mirror, so I could take a look at myself. I hadn't changed much, but I did a little. My eyes were a little different, my hair was lighter, and my skin tone was a lot lighter. But that was it, except for a singular, major detail, that I saw when I opened my mouth. Fangs, I had fangs. I shook my head no, as I looked at my new teeth. Now this time, I passed out. At least I was on a couch.