Vampire Knight © Matsuri Hino

It's been a while since I've last worked on any kind of fiction. My goal here is to try to put up one to two chapters a day(all depending on my schedule/how busy I am and such).

I don't really have a full plan as far as plot goes . . . I'll just write and you guys will read. :) Alright, so, here's chapter one. Please review.

Chapter One:

My whole life has been filled with darkness and secrets. Questions blown off with no answers. It was like the day I was handed to the orphanage, I was wrapped in a thick sheet of black lies and deception. I had no idea where I came from, who I belonged to, or anything. Most of the other orphans at least knew their parents names, or how they had died. I best answer I ever got for anything was that I was left of the front steps in a basket. No note like in the movies. Just me, in a basket, on the steps of an orphanage.

It was horrible when my friends asked me about myself, and I had no answer. But that wasn't the worst part. Each year, each month, each day, I look in the mirror and wonder who I am. All I see is mystery. I feel deep down I know the answer, like my memory knew something I didn't, but I couldn't quite grasp it. I did know I was different from the others though, and they knew it too. Even the workers- or "guard parents" as we called them -knew it too.

The differences started appearing when I was only four. I was smarter, learning faster, doing things they didn't expect to see until I was maybe even ten years of age. I was strong, and fast. I had sharp senses, and I could always tell what the weather would be like everyday. I could see perfect detail in the dark, and my whole wave of emotions and well-being went and came with the phases of the moon. The other orphans had made a point to alienate me from their playing, and games. Friendships were rare for me. I could only make a new friend when new people came. But once word spread to them about my oddness, they were on the other side of the line before I had any say in it.

So I stood on my side of the line, watching the others play and laugh and have fun. I was always alone. Sometimes I would stay out later then we were allowed and just stared up at the night sky, so bright with the moon and all of the tiny stars. Sometimes I would count the stars. I never lost count, it was like I could tell each one apart, even though they had to be billions and billions of miles away from Earth.

I always wondered how long this could go on. Surely I was some freak of nature, some abomination of God, just as the others said, and I would pay the price. Whether that price was disappearing, or suffering a fiery death, I always expected something horrible to come for me out of the darkness and steal me away in the night. I felt evil. I felt like a monster. On the inside of myself, I could feel something growing, and it was as if it were trying to break out of me and be free. That scared me more than the thought of being stolen away. What would happen if it broke loose? Was it really something to fear? What was it?

Who was I, really? The orphanage gave me the name of-

"Rin!"

I jolted, looking upright, to see one of my old friends who had "crossed over" walking up to me in a valiant way.

"Yes?" I asked in a quiet voice, even though I always talked with a hushed tone.

"Mrs. Harmon told me to tell you it's your turn to do dishes."

"I knew that." I said, looking up at her, with her bleach blond hair, tan skin and bright green eyes. How I envied her. Why couldn't I be beautiful like that? I was just plain with pale skin, red/brown hair, and dark blue eyes that were almost black.

She sniffed, her chin jutting upwards. "Of course you did, weirdo." And then she was off to report back to Mrs. Harmon.

I sighed tiredly, setting my head back in my hands and looking out over the yard before finally standing and heading back inside.

When I stepped inside the doorway, Mr. Golan was standing with some of the other kids gathered.

"Today, we are having visitors over." he said, and the buzz of excitement rang through the few people standing around. "They are looking for a child to adopt, so you all best be behaving."

A few girls giggled and ran off. A few turned to glare sharply at me. Before I exited into the kitchen, I could hear one of them whisper, "Oh heaven forbid, poor thing won't get adopted. She'll just get kicked out on the streets when she turns eighteen."

I started the dishes, scrubbing until my hands were raw, pretending they were the girls faces. It was true, though. I didn't expect to get adopted. I usually just stood in the corner, or behind some of the other children. The people always barely noticed me, ignored me, or laughed in my direction. What was so odd about me? Of course I knew the answer to that, but what was it about my appearance that made them do that? Was it because I could never seem to smile anymore? Was it because they could sense my oddness?

Two girls I knew, Emi and Saki, came into the kitchen to get themselves a snack. They watched me out of the corners of their eyes like they always did, but instead of taking off right away with their food, they leaned up against the counter behind my back. I pretended I didn't notice them, and started to dry the plates and put them in the cupboard.

"So, Rin, you know we have adopters coming today."

I stayed silent, glaring down at the plate I was currently holding.

"Yeah," Emi piped in. "I feel kinda bad for you, you know, since you're a freak show and all. Nobody will ever adopt you."

I sighed. I was better then them, I didn't have to reply. I could just ignore them and they would go away eventually . . .

"You know," started Saki. "I bet your parents left you on the steps because you were so ugly and weird they couldn't handle you themselves."

That did it. Dropping the plate back on the counter, I spun and wrapped my sudsy hands around Saki's throat. "Don't dare speak of me like that."

Emi gasped, and so did Saki. Her hands wrapped around mine and tried prying them off. Despite that they were covered in soap and water, they only pressed against her adams apple harder.

"L-let her go!" Emi shrieked, grabbed onto my arms and trying to pull me off.

It took about another minute before I could regain myself enough to take a step back and finally drop Saki.

She gasped for air, her red face starting to return to its normal colour.

"You're fucking insane, Rin! Wait until Mr. Golan hears of this! I bet this'll take away any chance you had of being adopted!" Saki spit out, dragging Emi behind her as they left the kitchen.

Great. Just freaking great. I turned back to the sink and picked up the plate I had been drying. I looked at myself in the bad reflection of the porcelain and scowled. They were right. Even if I had had the chance of getting away from here, it definitely wasn't going to happen now that I had "misbehaved". Especially on a day we would be having visitors.

Would I always be alone? Would I always be questioning myself like this? Why couldn't I just find some way . . . some clue to who I was?

"Rin!" Mr. Golan said in a slightly raised, stern voice.

I finished drying the dish and set it aside. I turned around, but didn't even bother trying to make it look like I was sorry or regretful.

"Did you really try to choke Saki?"

"I wasn't trying to choke her," I mumbled, looking him straight in the eye. Even though he was across the kitchen, I could see his hairs stand on end. "I was trying to make her shut up. She wouldn't stop teasing me."

"Well, trying to choke her or not, this is inexcusable behavior, Rin. I expected better from you. You're always so laid back. I hate to say it, but when the visitors arrive, I want you to stay in your room. Understood?"

I felt tears burning behind my eyes, but I blinked them away. "Yes, Mr. Golan."

Before anything else could be said, I trudged up the stairs and into my shared bedroom. We all shared rooms. I shared mine with three other girls whose names I never kept track of.

I sat on my bed, and laid back to stare up at the ceiling. I could hear the others below outside and inside, running around, playing, laughing, making preparations for our visitors. I wondered who they were. What they were like. A married couple, perhaps? Just a lonely man looking for a child to take care of? A widowed woman? An old lady looking for a companion?

I closed my eyes, possibilities of happy times fleeing back and forth, up and around in my head.

I'm not sure how much time had passed before I heard a quiet, excited hush fall over the orphanage. And then the tires pulling into the long driveway. My eyes snapped open and I sat up right, walking over to the window, and just barely pulling the curtain back to peek down to the yard as the black car pulled to the curb.

Mr. Golan and Mrs. Haley stood waiting outside. I could hear the kids below bustling with excitement. The drivers side and passenger side doors swung open, and I gasped at the man who had climbed out directly on the curb. Dark brown hair and rich burgundy wine coloured eyes. He was- lightly put -breathtakingly beautiful. He looked maybe seventeen or eighteen, just a few years older than I. It took me a long while to tear my eyes from his face to see the second male climb out of the vehicle on the drivers side. Long, light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and big round glasses covering his eyes, he looked maybe in his early thirties.

My head cocked to the side in confusion. A gay couple, maybe? But no, the age difference seemed too strange . . .

I gasped when I looked back to the man with dark brown hair. He was looking directly up at me. Mr. Golan seemed to notice too. He stepped up to the man, and only came to his chin, and Mr. Golan was a very tall man to begin with. I only came to his shoulder. It was muffled through the glass, but I was sure he had asked the men to come inside and take a look at the children. But then the one man pointed to me in the window.

I didn't stay to see the rest. Mr. Golan would be mad at me for peeking like that. I went back and sat on my bed, the mans face burning behind my eyelids every time I blinked.

Who was he? What was his name? And why had he pointed to me? Did I hold any interest for him?

A knock on my door startled me. I held my breath as Mrs. Haley popped her head in.

With a stern, disapproving look, she said, "The visitors would like to meet you, Rin."

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