Shadow of Blood
A/N: Well here I am with another story, this one is Vampire Knight. I hope you, the readers enjoy reading. Please review to let me know what you all think. I know I shouldn't have started another story but I couldn't resist. This story is set before Rido Kuran's resurrection and after. Most of the story will be in my OC, Aya. This is only a prologue.Prologue
My whole life, I've always known I was different. I knew I was not like other people. In fact, I wasn't even entirely human. I was only half human and half vampire. A half-breed.
I am the only one of my kind. My mother was a human woman from a well-renowned Vampire Hunter family. Her name was Emiko Yagari. My father was a Pureblood vampire named Rido Kuran. I don't know much about either one of them. All I know is that I was never meant to exist.
Rido Kuran, that monster, raped my mother leaving her pregnant with me. It was a surprise to everyone when it was discovered that my mother was carrying a child. The child of a vampire and a pureblood at that.
No one knew that vampires could have children with humans, so my existence was kept secret from the Vampire Senate. The Hunters Association didn't want the vampires to know of me because I possessed the powers and abilities of a vampire. They didn't want the vampires to stake any claims over me because I have Kuran blood coursing through my veins. But knowing that I had his DNA only repulsed me.
My mother died a few days after I was born from an illness that she had suffered from since she was a child. She could have lived longer if only she hadn't been so adamant about bringing me into this world. She loved me despite what my father had done to her. I caused her death and for that I would never forgive myself.
After her death, I was sent to be raised by another Vampire Hunter family because my only living relative, my uncle was unable to care for me. He is an active Vampire Hunter, Toga Yagari. I'm told that this arrangement was made to protect me from my father and the vampires. But I believe that it was my uncle that wanted nothing to do with me because my birth caused his sister's death. He hated me and I couldn't blame him.
From a very young age, I Iearned to hate vampires. Including the vampire part of myself. I detested that I was half vampire and so I became a Vampire Hunter in hopes that I could in some way atone for what I was.
I was trained by my foster family. They taught me martial arts, how to handle Hunter weapons, and how to kill a Vampire. I had killed a level E at the age of 10. At 12 I was an official Vampire Hunter. Now, at 17, I have killed more vampires than an experienced vampire Hunter twice my age.
I was given various nicknames, from the Black Rose to Azrael the Angel of Death. I am one of the best hunters around, only third to my uncle Toga Yagari and the legendary Kaien Cross. All my life I have strived to atone for the sin of my existence. I know that I am not worthy of ever truly finding happiness. I am nothing but still my heart yearns to be loved and to be accepted but that is impossible because who could possibly love a monster like me.