Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. The awesome Matsuri Hino does.
A/N: This is my first story. I made a few changes and so I just took the whole story down and reposted it. I hope that the characters aren't Sue-ish.
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Emma's POV
"He he, keep up!" I called to the dog flanking me as I ran, my dark blue eyes dancing in amusement. The large orange furred mutt with a black spot over his right eye, Jack, snorted and broke into a sprint. If anyone else were to stumble upon the duo running through the forest they would probably think that they were seeing things. I was wearing my 'signature' outfit: black canvas hi-tops, a black t-shirt with a grinning screen-painted clown (this particular one in a purple suit with curly green hair, a messy red smile and black smudges around his eyes), dark washed jeans, purple arm warmers with black stripes, and thick leather bracelet with a silver star charm. The arm warmers were really for covering up the tattoo on my inner right wrist. The tattoo was a black geometric rose surrounded by daggers, with one thorn laced vine that circled my wrist. The bracelet was luck. My wavy black hair was tucked safely behind my pierced ears as we hurried through the trees.
I was on my way to Kuroso Academy to finish my enrollment papers. My friend and I were taking the long way around the small town, through a large forest. Thankfully we were not burdened by bags besides my messenger bag which contained some clothes and money. My other few belongings were at the school already. By the way let me explain about me. I'm a sixteen year old American born girl. I am considered a 'rogue hunter'. I hunt vampires. I'm a rogue because, though I work for the Vampire Hunter's Association often, I don't belong to it. See, I am often hired for my skills by them, but I have refused to be an official hunter for them. Oh, and I myself am a vampire. An ex-human. The very thing I hunt. There is only one other like me still alive. A boy at the school I am headed to.
Here is part of my story:
~Flashbacks~
It is two months after my twelfth birthday in June. My parents were vampire hunters from the Vampire Hunters' Association. I was in training with my Japanese-born sensei (respective for teacher), Shinta Madessi, who was currently out on a mission. I lived in a two story house about thirty minutes away from Kyoto with my mom, dad, teacher (occasionally like when my parents were on long missions), and dog(Jack). I went downstairs to acquire (*cough* steal*cough*) some chocolate pocky from the kitchen cabinet. I took longer than expected when a large, shaggy, orange puppy with a black spot over his right eye, Jack, ran into the kitchen and knocked me over. He was barking like mad and running to the door and back repeatedly. Since he was still a puppy, I figured that he had just seen an animal and wanted out to chase it. I rolled my eyes and opened the back door. He ran out and sprinted around to the back yard. I was still a little uneasy about the way Jack was acting and decided to tell my parents. I looked all downstairs and called for them before figuring that they were in the bedrooms upstairs.
When I got back to their room, the door was completely open and a faint coppery scent filled the air. I walked in pulling the door to but not completely shut, immediately feeling that something was wrong. I felt an evil presence. A vampire? Where were my parents? Why wouldn't they answer me? I looked in their bathroom and found no one. I was mentally panicking as I slowly walked to the wall opposite the door and near the bed. That's where I found them. Both my parents were sprawled on the floor like discarded puppets. Their throats looked like they were ripped out. Scratches and scrapes were on their bodies also. Blood pooled around them, staining the thin carpet. My mother's long brown hair was matted with the thick liquid. Her eyes which were the same purple-blue as mine were wide and her tall, slender body looked bent at an odd angle. My dad's hand was clutching the small silver and black pistol he often carried called 'Bloody Sunrise'. His messy black hair wild and his burly shoulders were sporting deep gouged out wounds. I just stared, taking a shaky step backwards. I bumped into something solid and was jarred from my shock. I opened my mouth intending to scream for help but a cold hand prevented my efforts. I struggled against the hand over my mouth and around my waist. My punches, kicks, and bites had no effect on the decidedly male body. I suddenly went limp loosing control of my body. I felt the man lean down next to my ear, "You're the last of your clan, I'm going to kill you as I killed your parents, Emma, and as your ancestors killed my family." He whispered this dangerously close to my ear before I felt warm breath on my neck. Then there was pain. Two flares of sharp pain that spread like fire throughout my entire body. I felt my blood leave my body and mumbled one word… Vampire.