A/N: I guess I'm doing this to help pass the time… I'm doing this to entertain myself and this is just an idea that has been going around and around in my head. Also, this may help me learn to type better and faster!

This is a vampire fic! It's a sort of steam punk world and the time period is around the late 1800s. Inspired by the totally awesome Vampire Knight!

Warnings: Violence, language, and possibly lemony (not too sure but I might give it a shot). Also obviously not historically accurate so don't count on this for a history test! :D Also I ask for forgiveness towards any errors that there might be I am editing all of it on my own. If anyone would point things out that they noticed that would help a lot. Also review please it would give me a reason to write if anybody actually likes this at all!

Summary: Ichigo is just the son of a doctor; he however knows the truth of the rulers of this unified world. They are not human. After years of not seeing the one who saved his life, the Kurosaki family move into the capital city of their country. During their time there Ichigo finds himself mixed up into all the drama of the vampire's world. Ichiruki

Disclaimer: If bleach belonged to me I wouldn't have to write on ffn. Also I would be a Japanese man named Tite Kubo, I would have millions of adoring fans, tons of assistants, lots of money and I would be a lot older than 18. I also don't own vampire knight! I am so shocked to find out that I am not Matsuri Hino. And here I thought that I was so awesome! The only thing that belongs to me is my restless imagination ain't that sad!

Hikari to Yami

Chapter 1:

A Glimpse

Once one has had a glimpse

One can no longer turn away

Those eyes capture you

And do not let you turn away

You will be devoured

Ichigo's Perspective

December 6, 1889

My memories flood my mind once more. Parts of my mind that have not been fully explored in fourteen years are being torn open by the storm that rages outside my window. It is dark, seeing as the sun has yet to come up. The full moon is out tonight, as proof of the new month. The light spills into the room I sigh and sit up on my bed; the memories of that night have haunted me since.

My mind murky with sleep still sees the small carriage filled to the top with luggage. It was only for a few days but the carriage was still packed. Most of the contents were my mother's. I remember the smiling faces of my parents. We were all so ignorant.

We had heard rumors of the dangers of the forest. We heard the rumors of monsters searching for fresh meat to devour. We knew that mid-night was definitely not the right time to pass through. What was worse was that our coachman was the small and young Hanatarou.

My mother was still pregnant with my two younger sisters. A small vulnerable family out at mid-night, in the middle of a forest, and out during a snow storm, things couldn't have gotten worse. I remember my parents' torturous conversation, being teased but happy to be around them. And suddenly the carriage was tossed violently, and Hanatarou screamed loudly. The fear that seeped out of his voice still sends shivers down my spine. There was a menacing whisper. The voice was low and similar to a growl. The carriage shook violently once more. My mother shrieked and held onto me, terror rose into my very being. Something was wrong.

I saw my father shaking violently, but he looked stern. Before my very eyes he became a protector, the infallible doctor willing to do anything to save everyone he could. I wished that I had the strength to defend my mother, my father, and my still unborn sisters.

A sudden jolt and the carriage was thrown into the air, the movement tossed us about the inside of the carriage. I watched in horror as my mother hit the window, and my father slammed onto what was the top of the carriage. The carriage fell of the road and rolled into the ditch at the side of the road.

We landed with a crash. I heard the shattering of glass. And I was thrown towards it. I felt the awful sting of glass piercing my skin. My back and my hands had been covered in shards of glass. The pain reverberated throughout my body, letting me think of nothing else.

I forced myself to look at my parents. My father was to my left, he was completely unscathed. My father looked at me and smiled, then his eyes widened in horror, I turned to look at the direction he was staring at.

My mother lay to my right covered in glass. There was blood pouring out of her. "Mom… mom a-a-are you…okay?" my voice cracked. She looked awful. There were bruises already forming on her arms, and face. Most of the blood oozed out from her back. Her pregnant belly seemed to be unharmed. This was my only comfort.

Then we heard it, a low animalistic growl. It sends shivers down my spine. "That smells delicious. It looks like I'm going to get a three in one meal." I struggled to stand. My father managed to stand before I did. He quivered and took ahold of a piece of wood that had come off the carriage. He stood tall and faced the carriage door and our torturer. He took a defense stance and prepared himself for an attack. The man's face had been clouded in darkness until he stepped into the overturned carriage.

The light of the moon shone onto his face for the first time. He was a tall, large man. He had short unruly brown hair, a malformed back, a large hysterical grin, and eyes the color of blood. Everything about this man was wrong. He was obviously deranged. Every one of his pours radiated hatred and insanity. He was like an animal left to his own instinctive desires.

I quickly crawled over to my mother ignoring the excruciating pain. She was laying there watching with eyes wide open. "Mom, can you get up?"

"You aren't going to touch my family!" I heard my father yell behind me. I heard a booming laugh. "Take a good look at me you fool! Do you see my eyes they are fucking red! My hands take a good look!" He held up one of his paw like hands. He had claws! He really was like an animal. That's when it dawned on me we weren't getting out of this alive. "Dad!" I screamed without really thinking there was nothing I could do or say to help. "I can do whatever I want to do to you and there's nothing you can do about it."

"AAAAAAAAAAAgggggggggghhhhhhh!"my father ran straight towards him with the piece of wood high over his head ready to swing down. He grabbed it and threw it aside. Laughing his claw like hand grabbed him by the neck. His face turned red. The man smiled. I could see the man's fangs shining in the darkness of the night.

"W-W-W-What the h-h-hell are you any-way?' my father struggled in his large hands. I didn't know what to do. I looked down and tried to help my mother up. "No help your father…"

"Can't you tell? Well if you don't know let's just say that I have a bit of a reputation for getting into trouble. They call me 'grand fisher'." My father's eyes widened at the mention of the name. He looked at both of us still struggling on what used to be the top of the carriage. My father is close enough to reach out to, but for some reason it seemed an impossibly long distance.

At that moment it was like time slowed down. I reached tp grab my mother arm, and she stretched put tp grab me. The man dropped my father onto a pile of glass. The man was upon us before my father even hit the floor. My father stretched as far as he could.

"You both smell so delicious I don't even know who to start with." He looked down at my mother weak and defenseless. "No," I yelled at him. "I-I," I couldn't think of how to distract him. Then I remembered the old hunter in town would say that 'children were always the best meal a beast could have.' "I-I taste better. It would be a waste for your first meal in such a long time to be such an old, fat, weak woman. I bet it's bad for your health too," I swore my voice must have cracked at least ten times when I said that. The fear in me was, so obvious. I swallowed down along with the lump that had formed in my throat.

"A child, aren't you brave? And you're right such young tender skin and sweet blood like your could really make a guy happy." He reached out towards me and touched my check. His touch was repulsive. I felt his nails lightly scratch my skin. They dragged through and hurt my than the glass in my hands. The bright red blood spilled out of my check and clung to his claws.

The demented look in his eyes only became more intense. His breathing was heavy, his eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and through the simple contact of his fingers on my face I felt his heart racing.

He turns to me, my heart started pounding loudly against my chest. I walked backwards towards the other side of the upturned carriage. I heard a strange squishing sound that my boots made. I looked down both my a parents were unconscious; I was walking on their blood!

That thought along distracted me long enough form the predator stalking towards me. I slipped on the blood. I looked up at him just as he gripped me by the collar of my shirt. He brought me up to look me in the eyes. "What's the matter kid? You are all came together on this trip I'm just going to make sure that you leave together as well."

His eyes just about popped out of their sockets. "I JUST LOVE THE LAST LOOK ON THE FACE OF MY PRAY! AND THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW IS JUST DRIVING ME CRAZY! THAT'S A GOOD FACE!" All I could see was the gleam of his fangs as his mouth opened wide and his putrid mouth came closer to my neck.

This was it, I thought and closed my eyes. I did the best u=I could but in the end I am just going to get eaten first. I could smell his breath, see every last poor on his disgusting face, it was as if death itself was finally upon me.

But, then suddenly there was a flash of white light. I fell on the floor once more. I felt dizzy and light headed. I looked up and watched the animal turn to dust before my very eyes. I looked outside. In between all the blood, all the death, all the destruction, and all the darkness there was light.

A woman dressed all in white, and her hand outstretched stood before me. Her figure was illuminated by the moon. Her skin the same color as the moon, her hair, darker than the night, her checks were rosy, her lips were pink, and her eyes as red as blood. The blood in her eyes was eaten away by a soft, but deep violet color. That was the last thing I saw that night.

But the image of that woman has not left my mind since. And once I caught a glimpse of those eyes they taken hold of me and I cannot escape them. Those eyes have not left me since and I have been haunted by them since then.

A/N: Thought, comments, hate it, love it, made too many mistake, or you just want to lash out on a stranger well then you should review! Yes reviewing is for you! All the COOL kids do it! You should totally give in to peer pressure and DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! (FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO THINK YOU SHOULD DO IT I DON'T MEAN "IT" OK ; D ) I realize that there could have been more dialogue, I am very sorry about that but it took me like ten times before I got down what I wanted.

After uploading I realized that it's actually very short! I am sorry!