I drug myself the last few feet to the massive and familiar iron gates of Cross Academy. The last place I wanted to be, but the only place I had left to run to. "You know where your uncle is, go, find him and do not leave that school." My mother told me just before that man drug her away from me. My breath was coming out in pants as I slid through the wide spaced bars stumbled up the walk way. I can't remember the last time I ate a meal or even bathed, but I was determined to find my uncle and tell him to save my mother. One more step and I was leaning on a brick building that had it's lights on. It took the last of my strength to knock on the large wooden door and slid down the frame. Blackness enveloping me just as a blonde man opened the door.
My mothers voice was strained as she whispered to me, telling me to be strong in every situation. Her chapped lips pressing on my hairline as my shoulder continued to bleed through my slender fingers. "No matter what happens, Mia. Please remember to stay strong, please don't give up." her hushed voice said in a mantra as she stroked my tangled black hair. My mother kissed my head one last time and crept out of the closet to look for my drunkard father. A yell, a scream and the sound of a slap was all I heard before I dashed out of my small hiding place. Desperate to save the only family I knew.
Eyes snapping open, I jerked up in the bed I was placed in. My wild eyes searching for the man of my nightmares. "Well, aren't you an early riser." A nasally voice called to me from the doorway. I snapped my head to him and relaxed as I saw it was no one I knew. "I was quite shocked to see you at my door last night. Tell me, what made you come here so badly injured?" The man asked while placing a tray of food by me. Letting out a sigh I started to answer. "I was sent by my mother the find my uncle. I was told he works here." My voice was horse and strained and caused me to cough. My matted black hair falling into my face as my small frame shook with the effort. "Oh goodness." the man said as he patted my back. "You are one sick little girl. Can you tell me the name of your uncle?" I gave a nod as my coughing died down. "T-Toga Yagari."
Even though I was told to stay put, past experiences led to me to wonder and look for potential hiding places. I made it to the living room before a harsh voice stopped me in my tracks. "What the heck are you doing in here?" I spun around to meet a very pissed off silver haired boy with cold violet eyes. My breath hitched as I remembered the voice my father sounded similar. "W-waiting for the c-chairman to come back." I stuttered, instantly tugging on my black hair to ease my nerves. The boy 'tched' and stomped over to the kitchen. I turned and swiftly returned to the room I woke up in, burrowing under the covers for any for of safety. My mind going back to my home life and the angry snarled that was always etched on my fathers face.
a knock sounded on the door, causing me to flinch and resurface from the blankets. The chairman and a raven haired man entered the room and looked at me. "This is Toga Yagari, are you sure this is your uncle?" The blonde headed chairman asked as I looked over the man in question. He was tall and toned, half of his face was covered by an eye patch and he wore a rugged looking cowboy hat. I focused on his one good eye. Bright blue and proud, just like momma. I gave a nod though my eyes never left the man. Toga was staring at me with the same criticism that I showed, taking in my appearance. Matted and rumpled black hair, dull blue eyes, pale skin and overly scrawny. He walked over to me and knelt to my level our eyes never leaving from each other. Realization shown in his eyes as he moved my hair from my face, a long scar stretching from the corner of my eye and down my neck. "Mia." I heard the man breath as he sat back on his heels. "There is only one way you can be here right now. Tell me what happened to my sister."
The rain was beating down on the roof as my and my mother hid up in the attic. We were both beaten and bloody as my father wondered the down stairs looking for the two of us. "Mia, keep quiet and listen closely. Go to Cross Academy, I know it's far but you need to go there. Uncle Toga is there, my brother. You'll be safe from now on, I wish I could have had the courage to do this sooner. When I get your father out of the house, you run Mia, you run and you never look back." Mother kissed my swollen cheek and slipped down the creeky steps. I shivered and let the tears silently fall from my eyes. The sound of a glass breaking echoed through the house and I let out a whimper, slamming doors followed and I was up and running. My legs were pumping as hard as I could make them as I skid around a corner and came face to face with my father and my broken mother. "You little brat, thought you could get away?" He snarled at me and snatched a fistful of my hair, his face inches from mine. "You and your precious mother belongs to me, there is no escaping from me." He spat and slapped the side of my head making me jerk against his hold.
My mother stood up shakily with a flimsy piece of wood in her grasp. She raised her only defense and brought it down on my fathers shoulder. He yelped in surprise and dropped me, I quickly scrambled away as he swung at his bloodied wife. I started to run in a random direction and prayed to get away from that man. I could feel one of the wounds on my back reopen as I slammed into a wall, failing to turn a corner. Running for as long as my legs would go, I slowly figured my way to the school where I now sat with my only hope. My eyes were glued to the floor as I recounted what that man did to my mother and I. The silver haired boy had come in the room at some point, but I decided to finish getting everything out for the time being.
"That man..." Toga's voice trembled in with barely harnessed anger as he stormed out of the room, the chairman quickly following behind him. I pulled the covers back over my head and burred myself once again to find peace. The bed creaked as someone sat on the edge and a hand rested on my shoulder. I flinched out of reflex, but the hand never moved. "Sorry I got mad at you earlier." A smooth voice said, making me peek over the blanket to see who it belonged to. It was none other that the silver boy and I gave him a small nod of forgiveness. We stayed in silence for a time before I decided he was done talking and covered myself once again. I heard him sigh and felt the bed return to it's normal state. "If you're hungry, just let me know." Was all he said as he left the room. -So much for introductions.- I grumbled inwardly and cuddled down in the warmth of covers. Soon I was in sleeps embrace as inky blackness took hold of my mind.
I woke up to being tangled in the covers while I had slept. Yet another nightmare of my dreaded father. I heaved a sigh and silently untangled myself from the death grip of blankets. Once free, I snuck over to the open door to peer out. No one was there waiting to hurt me, not even a dust bunny. Another sigh and I was off looking for the bathroom, with no luck. Soon enough, I gave up and plopped don on the couch, curling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. A few moments passed and a familiar silver haired boy sauntered in, his eyes widening when he saw me. "Bathroom?" I asked, I tried to keep things short when I could. The boy nodded and motioned for me to follow him. Within a minute, I was pushed into a rather large bathroom with the door closing behind me. No wonder I never found it, I was used to these tiny rooms for bathrooms.
After I finished my business, I looked i the mirror at my appearance. Wild hair and frightened eyes that trusted no one. Scars were visible crossing my cheeks and exposed shoulder, all in all, I hated what I looked like. Giving a sigh, I stepped out of the bathroom and almost bumped into the grumpy boy. "Hungry?" Was all he asked, I get the feeling that he gets my silent nature. Giving a nod, he ushered me to the table and told me to stay put. Before too long, the smell of spices hit my nose and I was practically drooling as I sat at the table. I have never smelled something so wonderful before, I couldn't even think of how it would taste.
A large plate of steaming food was slid in front of me. I could feel my eyes widen at the sight, it was just pasta with a white sauce, but it more than I've had in quite some time. Taking a fork full and sticking it in my mouth, the flavor was amazing and I kept eating until my plate was scraped clean. "You sure can eat, huh?" The boy smirked from across the table. I shrugged my shoulders at the boy but instantly regretted the action, making me wince and grip my injured shoulder. A cool hand drew back my short to look over the damage and I heard a gasp at what he saw. I knew what was there, but I had no clue as to how they looked. Were the gashes infected? Still bleeding? Who knew, but the boy just picked me up and ran from the room.
We arrived at some kind of office where the chairman sat at a desk. "Zero? What's wrong." The man asked, worry etched into his face as he walked over to us. I was gripping Zero's, as I now know his name, shirt in a death grip. "Take a look at her." He said and gently placed me on the couch and lifted the back of my torn shirt. Another gasp and warm fingers tracing one of my deeper cuts. "Mia, did your father do all this?" The chairman asked, his voice deep with concern. At my curt nod, I saw the chairman leave while talking over his shoulder. "Take her to the infirmary and get her cleaned up. I know you just had that shot, Zero, but be sure to keep yourself in check." And the chairman was gone.
Once again, I was in Zero's arms as he walked to the nurses office. With every movement I could feel my wounds reopen and sting. But all I was thinking was the wish to be back on the ground. I had this fear of being touched or held, obviously due to my dear father. Zero's shirt was once again being fisted in my iron grip as I screwed my eyes shut, my body and mind waiting to be dropped or hit. Instead, I was gently placed on a bed while the silver haired boy gathered up a few medical supplies. "I can't do much, but it's better than just letting it be." He said and motioned for me to turn my back. Oh how I hate having to trust someone to touch me.
Cool hand worked gently cleaning my raw back and shoulders. Zero was silent while he work and I had nothing I needed to say. A sting started to creep up my back and I squirmed in discomfort. "Sorry, but the antiseptic always stings." The boy said apologetically, making me try to stay as still as possible. No one has ever cared for my wounds, not even mother due to our need to hide and stay silent. Soon, my wounds were covered in soft white gauze and Zero replaced my shirt. I gave out a sigh of content as I could feel the pain ebbing away. Before the silver boy could snatch me up again, I darted from him and headed for the door. I've had enough of this physical contact for one day, thank you.
My footsteps echoed off the stone floor as I was walking beside Zero back to the chairman's house. I had never seen a school this big before, well, a school period. Zero looked over at me and then to my wild hair. "Want some help brushing that out?" He questioned and I took a hanging lock and gave it a tug. I was embarrassed to say that I've never brushed my hair before, but I guess that much was obvious. With a slight nod, the silver haired boy nodded back and the silence resumed as we stepped through the doorway.
My matted hair was a force to be reckoned with. No matter how much Zero and I tugged at it, the tangles never gave way. I sighed in frustration as I brushed out the very ends of my black mess. "We could just cut it." Zero suggested, to which I violently shook my head to. "Alright, alright. Don't tangle our hard work again." The boy sighed and set back to work. An hour went by and my hairball was starting to look decent enough, Zero had given up and went to his room. I tossed the brush and an end table and flopped on the couch, exhausted from all that has happened. Dreading the sleep that was taking me but unable to shake off it's hold, I slipped into yet another nightmare.
The sun was shining in my eyes, making me get up from my fitful slumber. I stretched and sat up, my hair once again a tangled mess. "You hungry over there?" A familiar voice called from the kitchen. I gave a sleepy yawn in return as I stood up to see what the boy was doing. The kitchen smelled wonderful as Zero was overseeing the waffle iron. I looked at the plates on the counter and saw eggs and bacon as well. "You look like you need a good meal or two and by the way you ate yesterday, I'd say you don't mind the food." He smirked, not looking away from the cooking waffles. I hummed as I sat on one of the bar stools and watched him finish breakfast. Before I could stop myself, I asked a question that has been bothering me. "What did chairman mean by you having your shot and watching yourself?" I sunk down in my seat as Zero turned to me. He let out a sigh before answering. "I was bit by something a while back, some scientists made a vaccine for it. It's not a one hundred percent cure, but six out of ten came back cured. I just have to make sure I don't have a relapse." I was taking this all in and storing it for later use, hoping to make sense of it later.
A plate with two massive waffles was placed at my spot as Zero sat beside me with his own plate. "Now, time to eat." He said as he poured syrup onto the yummy looking food. I followed suet and was soon enjoying the first breakfast I've ever had. I had two crispy pieces of bacon in my mouth when the chairman flew in and started talking with his nasally voice. "Oh what a wonderful son I have! Taking care of little Mia by cooking for her! Please say there is some left for little old me?" The chairman had puppy dog eyes pointed at the grumpy silver haired boy as I finished off my last waffle. "Eat your own cooking since you think you can." Zero grumbled and suck a forkful of eggs into his mouth. I looked down at my last piece of delicious bacon and back to the chairman, he just waved me off and walked to the kitchen for his own food.
I was back in my room hanging upside down on the bed. No thoughts or ideas going through my mind, trying to keep everything away for just a moment. That is, before a girl with long brown hair in a gothic lolita dress came flying in. "I knew I smelled someone new! And you're hurt, poor thing. Come on, lets get you cleaned up and get some fresh clothes." The girl said in a rush while dragging me from the bed and down the hall to the bathroom. "I'll tell Zero to buy you some clothes while you get in the bath. My name is Yuki by the way, Yuki Kuran." She said while closing the door behind her. -Can't I just have a little moment for some silence?- I eyed the tub filled with hot water, the steam rising from the surface. Giving off a sigh, I slipped off my ratty clothes and wrappings.
The water was hot to the touch and I hated the feeling of water surrounding my skin, but it just felt so good. My muscles started to relax, the dirt and dried blood finally coming off. A quick glance to be sure Yuki wasn't busting down the door, I completely submerged myself and let my hair get clean as well. Just as I broke the surface of the water, Yuki's face was suddenly in mine. I was back peddling and splashing water to get away. "Whoa, hey hey. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Look, fresh clothes for when your done." Yuki pointed to a small stack of neatly folded clothes and started heading for the door. "You don't have to be scared anymore, no one here will hurt you." With that said, she left me in the bathroom to finish cleaning up.
Hello readers! Thank you for reading my first Vampire knight Fan Fiction. Please note that this is all made up from after the anime and stuff. I will only type this once cause we all know this, I do not own Vampire night. There, done. Ok Please leave a review if you feel like it, if not I will continue writing anyway. Thanks!
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