Hello, and welcome to my fan fiction. I gave this up long ago, writing and such... I'm just incredibly bad with grammar. xD However, something struck me today. And then I started typing until my fingers were half sore. I apologize for those people who have the tendency to have an itch every time they see bad writing skills. I'm still learning, and I'm hoping to get better over time. Please R&R. I haven't used that term in so long. xD I would also like it, if people wouldn't flame. D: This is mainly a SxS story. The first chapter is basically just the introduction. : ) If you have any questions, or are confused about something; just review. I'll reply in the next chapter. I need plenty of reviews people! xD I need to know that others are interested in this plot. Oh, and if you don't like the story, just go ahead and read something else. Enjoy. This chapter is told in Sakura's POV. If you saw this story before, I re-uploaded. Had to edit. The characters act somewhat differently from the original anime/manga. A warning before you start.

- ss-cherryblossom

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, or their characters in any way. They belong to their rightful owners. : ) Also, everything in this story is fictional.

Nocturnal Romance

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Chapter one: Agitated Screams

They were fighting again. I didn't understand why they always had to quarrel. Even with the most littlest things. As a child, I grew accustomed to my parents' bickering- because they've been doing it for a long time now. My teacher said it was nothing to worry about, and said they loved me with all their hearts. Despite that however... Despite those words; the argument that day made my heart sink so low. It started with a simple, 'how was your day?' and transitioned into, 'I never realized you cared so much'. I was 7 by then, and I couldn't remember a lot. The memory was too hazy to recall. Oh, but I did remember the screaming. On the same table we had our first meal together, and in the same room my mother kissed my forehead- whispering loving words in my ear. They both fought with intentions.

"Why is it that I always have to take care of Sakura?! I have my own life to live! I have my own dreams to pursue!" My mother screamed, her high pitched tone piercing through my ears. My father was held back for a second. But he remained steady, his hands clenched into fists.

"You were the one who wanted everything to be perfect! With a home, AND a child! I never asked for her, YOU did! This is the price you had to pay!" My father said. "DREAMS?!" He continued, throwing a despicable glance above her. "Do you honestly believe that your dreams could pay off the debt? I work the entire day to keep you two breathing!"

Stop it. Stop yelling at each other. I whimpered, hugging my knees into a tight embrace. And still, they didn't fail to stop screaming.

"Why is it always about you!? I stay at home day and night taking care of Sakura! It's not all easy come, and easy go for me either! I'd like to see you try standing in my shoes!"

"Nadeshiko, we've discussed this already. Can't you even accomplish this one simple task? And you've been raising Sakura all wrong. What's with all these fairy tales you've been reading to her? You should try raising her like a good mother! One day, she'll grow up to be a successor, and she'll learn nothing with mere FAIRY TALES!"

"OH please! Fujitaka, she's just a CHILD!" My mother protected, her eyes hardening at my father's direction. Instantly, my father cringed, and grabbed a couple of my books from the counter. They were stories about snow white, vampires, and other tales. I loved every dog eared page, and every scribble of word coming from those books. They were all I ever had left of a good memory. And with one click, he took out a lighter and set them on fire.

"FAIRY TALES AND MYTHS, DO NOT EXIST!" He scowled, throwing my childhood into a corner.

My eyes dilated, watching him slam my mother against the orange abyss; before his black eyes turned to face me. No. NO. NO! This wasn't my dad. He couldn't possibly be the same person, I knew and loved! As he reached down to pull my hair, I screamed in agony- my heart throbbing against my chest. I waited. Waited for the pain that would follow after the screaming. But the pain didn't come, and it never did.

Opening one tightly shut eyelid, I inhaled the smoke. A boy's back faced towards me, his hands shed with a coat of crimson. I heard him panting, and he was now on his knees. My father was on the ground, a puddle of red liquid under his body. I was young, but I knew what was going on. Frightened, and scared- I crawled my way towards the corner, trying to keep my legs from trembling. He swept himself so we locked eyes, the lining of his face clearly visible against the flame's light. His lips were smothered in blood, and his orbs were amber.

"Don't be scared. You're safe now..." He whispered, nodding a melancholic smile at my direction. I caught glimpse of his pointed teeth, before he closed his mouth shut. Bringing a hand down, at my direction, my body quickly responded by accepting his hospitality. I was desperate, and confused. I didn't know who, or what I should believe in anymore. In a second, he brought me out of the house- sitting me down on a nearby rock. Everything happened too fast, and I needed time to recollect. I couldn't bring myself to thank, or get angry at him. He killed my father, but saved my life in the process. Turning around, he took a step- the smoke from earlier clogged my breathing. What was he? Who was he? All of a sudden, I wanted to know so much about this stranger. This person who saved me from the fire. From the stories I read, and what I had just seen... I pushed aside my other problems, and created a solution.

"V-Vampire!" I cooed, suddenly screaming out nonsense. His enigmatic aroma left me dazed.

The boy abruptly stopped, turning around. His eyes were lonely, but he had a sweet smile. Walking back, he brushed an icy finger across my cheek. My eyes softened, searching an answer in his. I caught sight of a mark on his neck- some sort of crescent tattoo. But his collar covered it immediately when he shifted to the side. His hair overlapped his eyes, and his back was turned to face me again. "Yes, vampire." He repeated, his voice music to the ears.

And he disappeared from my life forever.

Eight years passed and now I'm 15. A kind family took me in after the fire- and I was grateful. I managed to erase all those hurtful experiences away from my heart, and the thorns were beginning to disappear gradually. However, I refused to forget about that mysterious vampire. I still felt rather silly believing in vampires at my age. But it wasn't like I did believe in them. It was more of, that I wanted to.

For some odd reason, I wanted to find him. Search all over the entire world for this one person- this thing. But I knew my odds were not evening out, so I lived an ordinary life until now. I regretted not asking his name. Slipping through my uniform, I struggled to poke my head out from my shirt. I recently just arrived at a new town after moving away from my old one. My step mother said it'd be or the best, seeing that I made some bad memories in my previous home. So today was a special day. It was my first day, in a new school, and a new environment.

Tomoeda was a dreary place. It was occupied with high buildings, but empty roads. The first time I arrived, I thought it was deserted. Maybe people found it less attractive, seeing that the weather sucked. The sky was always overlapped with a gray sheet, and dotted clouds. It was the opposite of my former town. There was always laughter occupying the roads. It was a small town, but it was pleasant. And my school wasn't so bad either. Regardless, today I had to take a big step. My step-mother said I was attending an academy. An elite academy. As in, living with the other students. It wasn't her that insisted- but me. I knew that I had to depend on myself. To live on my own. Grabbing my luggage, I tucked my short honey brown hair behind my ear. Slowly making my way down the stairs, I heard my step-brother argue with my step dad again. They were always making silly fights.

"I'll be going now!" I stated, throwing them an excited glance. They weren't my parents, but they treated me like their own daughter.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you there?" My step-father asked, showing his youthful face under the newspapers.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we all saw you off...?" My step-mother stated, tapping her pale finger against her chin. She had a worried expression plastered on her face. My step-brother simply had a smug look. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"It's alright. I'm fine. I'll call as soon as I get there, and I'll write letters! Really... Thank you so much!" I praised, bowing down at them. I turned and left the house, closing the door behind them. I raised my chin in the air, and tightly grabbed hold of my luggage. Walking down the empty road, I took out a piece of paper in my pocket- glancing at the directions I had written down long before. In honest truth, I was terrible at finding things. I would always get lost, and that wasn't something to be proud of. Tilting my head, my eyes darted up at a huge academy. There was a red flag swaying vividly against the wind- it's honor held up by a large golden pole. Squinting my emerald orbs, I chewed on my bottom lip.

Something about this academy's emblem did not relax me. It was in black; a crescent with wings that lay on either side. Both raised in perfect co-ordination.

Strangely enough, it was the same symbol I saw on my vampire's neck. And this time, I definitely wasn't dreaming.

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I'm sorry for the short chapter. I hope you guys liked it. xD Even though it was made with incredible speed. O: Alright! Please remember to R&R! No flames, thank you! If I get enough reviews, I promise to make a longer chapter!

- ss-cherryblossom