Before I let whoever is brave enough to read this move onto the actual story, I wanted to give you a description of the manga since it's not animated and, to my knowledge, is not very well-known. From discountanimedvd [dot com:

Volume 1: Enter Misaki, perhaps the most innocent and sincere young lady there ever was. It's almost inconceivable that she could be a vampire. And with her powers as a vampire, she could easily entice any human to do her biding... but she chooses not to. Especially when it comes to Kuroe, a young author who has a deep running past with vampires. Can Misaki's earnest love for a human and her resolve to protect a willing mutual relationship keep her from turning Kuroe?

Volume 2: The terrible ordeal Misaki endured in the past... Kuroe's missing sister and her past episodes in Europe... The true plot of Blood Alone appears in Volume 2 as all of these past events slowly become evident through various well-planned mini-plots. Come and rejoin this heartfelt love story of a young man out for revenge who slowly becomes more and more captivated by a young vampire whose charms are delightful, to say the least. In the dark world of eternal nights, the only pure thing left is the innocent love of a young girl!

Disclaimer: Blood Alone is the property of Infinity Studios and Masayuki Takano. None of the characters are mine. I'm just having fun with them for a while. Now that all that's done, on with the show!

Kuroe turned away from the cutting board when he heard the soft rasp of Misaki's stocking feet on the tiled floor behind him. He set the knife down next to the half-chopped greens, turning to give the little vampire his full attention. He saw that she avoided looking at him, choosing instead to focus on the floor or the cupboards. Before he could ask what was wrong, her voice rang out, small and shaky. "K-Kuroe, can we talk for a m-minute?"

Kuroe nodded slowly. "Of course, Misaki," he answered while removing the apron he was wearing. As he pulled the article over his head he saw that Misaki had already disappeared from the doorway. He walked into the living room, finding her waiting for him on the couch, sitting as straight as a bar of iron, her hands toying nervously with each other. She was still fidgeting when he took a seat in the armchair that faced the couch at an angle. What could she be so nervous about? "Misaki?" She still didn't look at him. "Misaki, tell me what's wrong."

A sinking feeling hit his gut as she drew in a deep breath, readying herself for whatever she was anxious about. "Kuroe, we've been friends for a while, right?"

Taken aback, he replied warily, "Y-yes...?"

"And you know that I care deeply for you, right?"

He started to grow panicked when he saw her face turn a light shade of pink. "Misaki, what are trying to say?" Somehow he had jumped to the conclusion that she was going to tell him that she wanted to live elsewhere, alone. She was an adult, after all, and was bound to go through an independent phase.

She took another deep breath, her face growing redder at the thought of what she was about to confess. "Kuroe, I think that I..." Her throat had closed up. Her mouth wouldn't allow the words to come, even though her heart and her mind knew they must be said. She tried again. "I think I might be..." Nope. Her body wouldn't let her confession escape the confines of her throat.

Kuroe moved onto the couch beside her, his arm going around her shoulders, trying his best to comfort her. He didn't see that Misaki's eyes had gone as wide as dinner plates at the innocent action. "You know, my mother used to tell me that if something was especially hard for you to say that you should say it as fast as you can." He smiled down at the top of her head. "Does that help you any?"

A few quick breaths and Misaki managed to finally get out the words she had tried desperately to say for months. "I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!"

Silence descended on the room, heavy and smothering. Kuroe's hand ceased its circular motion on her shoulder, his body tensing up beside her. What had she said? Surely he couldn't have heard her correctly. Trying to overcome the sudden dryness of his throat, he whispered, "What?"

Misaki's head dropped below her shoulders, whether from shame or embarrassment, he wasn't sure. "I said I think that I'm in love with you, Kuroe," she sighed. Now that it was finally out in the open it was a little easier to repeat the words, but it did nothing to calm the raptors that had taken over her stomach from the initial butterflies.

The vampire suddenly went cold as Kuroe removed his arm from around her and stood. She risked a glance up at him, seeing a shaking hand run through his hair. A shuddering exhale soon followed, a sure sign that he was about to reject her. "Misaki..."

"Kuroe," she cut in, "before you say anything, just hear me out." He didn't turn to look at her, but he seemed to be listening; that was a start, at least. "I've felt this way about you for a long time. I just tried to deny that my feelings were this strong. At first, I thought it was just a crush, one that all girls go through and get over in no time. But as time went on, my feelings only grew stronger. I began to enjoy your company and your closeness much...much more than I should have been." Her voice had dropped to barely a whisper. She saw through her eyelashes that Kuroe still had his back to her and wasn't moving. Suddenly desperate, she stood and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, hanging onto him for dear life. "Kuroe, I know this is a lot to take in all at once, but please understand that I had to say something about it. If I had held it in any longer I would have done something I'd regret." He still didn't respond to her. Tears filling her eyes, she closed them tightly and squeezed his waist harder. "Please, Kuroe!" she pleaded. "Say something to me, anything! Just let me know that you don't hate me for this!"

Another bout of silence occupied the room, Misaki trying so very hard not to break down into uncontrollable sobs. She felt Kuroe's warm hands cover her own. For a brief instant, she thought that he was going to accept her confession and admit his own feelings for her. An incredible coldness went through her small body as he drew her hands from around his torso and turned to face her, an indescribable sadness in his expression. She felt her body began to shake, trying to steel herself against his upcoming rejection. "Misaki." Dear God, even the way he said her name affected her. "Misaki, I care very much for you, too..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on the floor at their feet.

Knowing it would probably hurt her in the end, Misaki prompted him with a soft, "But..."

Finally, Kuroe managed to force his eyes to lock onto hers, trying to pretend to be immune from the tears that made them glisten in the artificial light. "But I'm afraid that I cannot return your feelings." Something in his chest popped as he spoke the harsh words.

Misaki felt a similar sensation in her chest, but she also had to endure the feeling of a thirty-pound stone falling into the pit of her stomach. Her gaze fell from his face, so exquisitely beautiful in her eyes, as she felt a warm tear roll down her cheek. Taking in a deep breath to steady her voice, she choked out, "If this is about our ages, they shouldn't matter anymore. I'm a vampire now; age is irrelevant to me. I'll probably never grow any taller than I am now, and probably remain looking as a child for the rest of my life like Higure. I'll never be as beautiful as Sainome or that actress lady from the party. I know all of this, but I'd like to think that you could find it somewhere in your heart to love me back. I don't think I could go through this life without you, Kuroe."

She managed to hit a chord within him, but he did his best to ignore it. "Misaki, even if I did feel that way about you, it's not our ages that concern me. It's our very natures. You're a hunter now, and I'm prey; and if I'm not your prey I'm your servant." He held up a hand to stop her protests at the last part; he knew that she never thought of him as a servant and would never turn him into her Renfield. But he needed to say this, even if it hurt both of them to hear the words in the open air. "And the fact that we are so far apart in age doesn't help either." He saw her about to voice an objection again but continued on before she could speak a single word. "As much as you say it doesn't matter, it does. Even if I did love you in that way, I'd feel dirty because of it; you are still so young, barely out of childhood. What would that make me other than a pedophile and a pervert?"

Misaki could feel her heart being torn to shreds at his word, knowing that he didn't intend to hurt her so, but still feeling betrayed. "Kuroe," she whimpered, no longer able to contain her tears.

Kuroe, on the other hand, felt absolutely horrible for being the cause of her misery. He couldn't deny that his heart ached to see her cry, but this was for the best...wasn't it? "Misaki." He knelt down to be at her eye level, his hands going to either side of her head to try to make her meet his eyes again. "Misaki, I'm sorry about this, but I cannot love you in the same way you love me. I'm so sorry."

His genuine grief and anguish shone through his voice, but they did not reach the petite vampire's ears. Her own grief had effectively blocked out everything else after his final words. Before she could break down completely in front of him, she raced to the front door and left their home, her sobs echoing in Kuroe's ears as she went out into the night. He was left alone on his knees in their living room, his head hanging in shame for causing her such pain.

A/N: Go out and buy this manga! It's sweet, dark, funny, and overall good!