Disclaimer: I don't own SC3 people! Raphael is my favorite! He rules!

Summary: (A RaphxOC love story full of adventure and other stuff!) Raphael the Vampire is being hunted by a mysterious woman. Why is she hunting him? What are her motives? Who is the true enemy? (1st POV) Rating pending!

Chapter 1: My Past (Part 1)

"Why am I here? What is my purpose, mother? Am I more than a mere mortal? Why am I here?" I kept asking myself over and over. My mother was long gone since I was 12 years old, leaving me nothing but her favorite weapon, Holy Edge. (A kick edge weapon with crescent moon-shaped blades decorated with crosses.) My mother was a nun of the strict cult of the god of war, Ares. She was thrown out, literally, after she was pregnant with me. The village exiled her and our servant, Radford. She went to my father's home in Romania and lived their ever since.

My father was different from other men in the world. He had wings, like angel's wings. People thought his eyes were unnatural, also; because they were the color of blood-red.

So, when the day came when I was born, finding a midwife was extremely difficult. My birth caused my mother extreme pain, for I was born with white wings like a dove. My hair turned out to be my mother's color, black; while I got my eyes from my father. Even if I had Greek blood in me, I looked like a Romanian girl.

My life at 6 years old…

"My whole life I lived in my father's mansion; on the land of the king. My father, Count Valentine, was one of the king's most trusted lords in the land. He adopted a daughter, only 2 years older than me. Her name was Isabella Valentine; since she didn't even know her parents, she took on the family's name. She was a girl with creepy eyes and light violet hair…"

"Lilith, what are you doing with mom's set of tambourines?" Isabella had a dominating voice, unlike most children.

"Isabel, I'm playing with them! I love to jump and play around with these things! Come on, try it! It's so much fun, Isabel!" I gladly shouted at her, jumping and prancing around. I called her 'Isabel', my little name for her.

"Don't call me Isabel! You know I hate that! Anyway, prancing around with instruments is so stupid. I rather read a book and invent things than jump around like a chicken with a burning tail!" Isabella was the more serious sister, always reading and messing with things.

"You're just jealous 'cause you can't do it!" I was the carefree type, playing and laughing with others.

"Isabella, Lilith! Have you seen my set of tambourines?" Our mother called from another room

"Oh, mother! Lilith has your 'special' tambourines and she's playing with them!" Isabella was always the little snitch in the family.

"Lilith! How many times have I told you to not play with my tambourines?"

"I am sorry, Mother. I love them, though. They make all kinds of nice noises!" I put my hands behind my back and stared at the floor. Isabella laughed and walked off.

"Well, since you love the tambourines so much, I'll teach you how to fight with these and other types of weapons, if you like." my mother put her hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, please mommy!" I jumped excitedly.

That was when I learned how to use the tambourines and something Isabella made, called a 'kick edge.'

At 10 years old…

"This was at a part of my life that Isabella started hanging out with older kids, when she was 12. She spent a great amount of time with her new friends, leaving me home with mother and father. I needed a new friend, but since I had red eyes and white wings, making friends was very difficult for me…"

"Where are you going, Isabella? Can I please go with you?" I carried a pair of mother's old tambourines around to play with.

"Lilith, the name's Ivy, not Isabella. Also, no, you can not go with me. I will be with my friends." Ivy had a more 'adult' tone to her voice.

"Please, Ivy? I will be good, I promise!" I gave her the 'puppy eyes' look, but it didn't work. It never seemed to work with her.

"No, Lilith! I know it's hard for you, but there has to be someone who thinks your wings and eyes isn't…freaky." she crossed her arms and left. Meanie.

I left the house and wandered around the grounds. I wasn't allowed to leave the grounds without a guardian with me. I took my tambourines and started to dance.

"Jingle, jingle, jingle…the sounds of metal discs hitting each other."

"Clink, clink, clink…constant and unyielding…"

"Almost the sound of metal rattling…"

"What is that…annoying sound?" a voice came from the bushes.

"Who's there?" I jumped and held them in a fighting stance. Laughter came from the bushes.

"Are you going to hurt me with those things? Ridiculous!" a boy came from the bushes. He was a blonde boy with light, blue eyes (for now) and a cocky stance. He carried around a wooden rapier with him.

"Who are you? I never saw you before." I cocked my head to the side.

"Foolish girl, I am Raphael Sorel, son of the great Lord Sorel!" he posed a royal stance.

"Oh, the Lord that lost his power by trying to take over the kingdom and exiled to the life of a peasant. I heard of him before." he narrowed his eyes and pounced on me with surprising grace and speed for a boy. (No hate intended! lol!)

"Nobody talks about my father that way, do you understand?" he grabbed my hands and pinned them down. Although he was bigger than me, I had the advantage. My legs weren't as weak as people thought. I braced them on his chest and pushed him off. He landed on his feet and brushed the dirt off his shirt.

"You're not as weak as I thought…bird girl." he chuckled.

"You're not scared that I have wings and red eyes?"

"No, I see you as a symbol of power. I bet you have plenty of hidden powers, being inhuman and all…" he strolled over to me and gave me back my 'weapons'.

"Thank you." he picked up a flower and braided it in my short, jet black hair. It was forbidden for the blood of a count and a peasant to even touch each other. Although he was the son of a lord, an exiled lord is even lower than the status of a commoner.

"A beautiful rose…with really sharp thorns!" he smiled and pulled out his wooden weapon, "Let's have a little duel, shall we?"

"Ok!"

He took a stance with a hand on his hip. (That would be scary today, no?) I raised both tambs (short hand word) and lightly bounced around. He strikes twice at me, but I quickly block them. He blocked my shift kick to his side and knocked me off balance. He tried to hit, but I quickly regained it and blocked another hit. This went on for a while, us making beautiful music together. He finally saw a slight weakness in my attack pattern and tripped me. He held the sharp end of his sword at my throat, like a real swordsman.

"Brava, young lady!" he removed his sword, "I'm impressed that a nobleman's daughter can at least defend herself." (No hate girls, I'm one myself!)

"You have some skills, yourself. You can be a knight, one day."

"I like to travel instead." there was a loud noise from the bushes,

"Who's there?"

"Young Mistress Valentine! Are you alright?" one of the servants helped me off the ground, "How dare you, you hoodlum! You shall be punished for this!"

"Radford, please! I was playing with my new friend!" I tugged at his pants.

"Young Mistress, this is the son of an exiled lord! Raphael Sorel, a little thief and an insult to the whole village!" Raphael gritted his teeth at Radford.

"Please don't tell Father! Does he need to know this?" I begged with him.

"My Lady, you are hurt badly for a little child. Your Father will want to know how this was done." he touched a spot on my leg. His sword must have cut my through my skirt and slashed my leg. It wasn't bleeding too badly, but it needed to be bandaged.

"Just tell him something! Please, Radford, don't tell him." I pleaded with him.

"Alright, I won't tell him. You need to get the wood slivers out first, though." he picked me off his feet, "Let's get you home."

"Goodbye Raphael! Hope we meet again!" I waved to the blonde headed boy and was carried to my home…

Well, it's Part 1 of the 1st chapter! It's kinda long, I know; but will ya read & review, please?