Hi there!

Welcome to my potentially awesome Vampire Knight fanfiction. Before you start reading I have some things to say;
1. This story does not follow the canon storyline.
2. It does not happen in Kurosu Academy
3. Yuuki barely even/does not exist
aaanddd... that will be it! Thank you for reading!

(And if there are any -ahem- teachers here; read the bottom of the story. Thank you in advance ^^)

Chapter 1 – Decided fate

It was dusk.

Crimson filled the sky like blood, the clouds washing away the sight with its pure, white complexion. But just like anything else in the world; this symbolized nothing but disaster. Lethal disaster.

The wheater... the wheater was symbolic for life...

Crimson sky for murder... for crime. Loved ones lost, murdered, taken by illness... age. Death. It symbolized the loss of the ones we held dear. The ones we loved most and sometimes... they were all we had left.

The clouds, pure, white, soft and gentle. This symbolized that that pulled us out this mess. That one person... thing that saved us... for the moment. Saved us to have a life full of loss... holes. But it saved us; it gave us hope soon to be taken.

Because see... clouds... they brought rain, storms and snow. All that could ruin a perfect day... a cloudless day. The rain... it washed us clean... but it was cold, unwanted... that's why we run from it. It symbolizes that one thing we have to go through to be a better person but it's hard... cold.

Storms; a mass destruction of all we have. If you're lucky... if you're strong, everything stays in place. If you're rich, all will be well. But if you're poor... if you have so much, but the storm is too strong, you will lose... you will lose everything right after you think you're saved.

The snow... white... pure as the clouds. It symbolized that one thing... that one ugly happening in your life... covered. Covered with cold snow. It took just one person, to help you. To scoop away that snow... to save you with their warmth... as a sun melting that away. But you had yet to find that person... and it's not easy... especially when you have no one left... because of the storm, because of the sky... the crimson sky. That it took it all away.

Those were the hardships of life. Everyone dealt with it differently. The wise took the rain, the clueless stayed with the storm and the naïve... the scared... they turned cold. They hid themselves away. Behind a pure and gentle complexion... calm looking while underneath, it was dirty, messy... wreckage covered to be a piece of art.

And then... darkness. The night overwhelming ones hart. The past events always staying... always haunting every time it turns dark. Dreams. Sleep. Nothing is peaceful anymore. To get through the darkness... every time it haunts you... to survive until the first lightrays hit your sight. A false sense safety only experience those same hardships again... and again... confronted...

Like a never-ending persecution.

And it all started... with a crimson sky. Beautiful... but evil.

"We are here, miss,"

Cautiously, Akane half opened her eyes feeling the sun blind her as soon as it had the chance. The first thing she noticed was a cold, flat surface pressing against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. It was so cold in the car... or so it seemed. She groaned lightly watching her warm breath fogging the cold window she was leaning on.

"Miss?"

"I'm fine, Tsutomu... don't worry," the young vampire sat up with much reluctance and gazed out of the window as she stretched herself. Her muscles felt sore and cramped from sleeping in the car and she had the most splitting headache. The youth almost regretted not getting comfortable and lie over the backseat like a normal person would.

But then again, Akane wasn't normal. She was a noble vampire. Rich, successful and above all powerful. She was expected to be someone for the lower level vampires to look up to. Someone that was worth having servants like Tsutomu.

But was it really all that simple? Akane wasn't at all stupid, yet she failed everything her family had hoped for her, all she was pushed to accomplish. But then again, unlike the rest of the Noble community, Akane hated the lifestyle she was living. She hated having to be perfect as a noble when it reality she wasn't. She wasn't in the least.

Akane was, as her father had told her to be, a disgrace to the Souma family. From her point of view this wasn't an insult... but a fact. It was too late for the girl's self confidence to be bruised, as far as she knew; she never had it in the first place.

As the only daughter of the Souma family, it was only natural to convey the family to honor. An inconvenience she'd always been bound to, one that she'd been accustomed to ever since she was born.

The Souma's were a wealthy and respected family among the many Level B and A vampires. They were amidst the top of the many clans, expected to be graceful, intelligent and above all the most successful and powerful. The three qualities Akane seemed to lack especially.

Their blood contained the largest amount of the pureblood DNA; they were close to being immortal. Yet they weren't, though they'd often tried to wed Souma clan members to purebloods in the hope of getting their heirs more and more powerful.

For generations sons and daughters within the Souma clan had succeeded the clan just nicely. The Souma's were known for their many famous lawyers, engineers and overall powerful men or women. It was in their blood. Though for Akane it was different.

Sometimes she even wondered whether she was truly a Souma... but a young women like her wasn't allowed to have such thoughts. She was forced to do as she was told and nothing less.

She was the successor of the famous Souma clan, after all.

Though, Akane was neither incredibly graceful nor was she strong hearted as was expected from her. She would never succeed in the harsh world of business for she was kind and introverted... distant from all people... just because she could not relate to them. Not even her own family. Except one person. One person; her best friend.

As the black limo parked in front of the steps of the destinated manor, Akane performed a quick face check in the mirror. She couldn't imagine what would've been said to her if she attended the party with an unsightly mark on her face. An outrageous thought to think about.

Whilst exiting the car she diverted her gaze. She spotted other cars arriving on the driveway, unfamiliar cars. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip remembering what her mother had told her earlier that day. Special changes were on the way. For both Akane and the rest of the world.

And it was true; an important event like this no one could miss. A ball with vampires and hunters attending at the same time was truly a rare sight. For the first time peace had taken over both species.

The vampires and vampire hunters had made a peace treaty since decades, although many had broken this promise despite their superior's orders and hunted each other in secret anyway. It was since a couple of decades this was made public... and the superiors were furious.

For twenty years everyone blamed each other, the two species breaking into a war undeniable but secret to those who had no clue about them. Both parties pointed their fingers, blaming each other for starting this chaos. Though no one knew the true cause of it despite many trying to figure it out.

The superiors declared a war and the people they represented soon followed their example, murdering as they fought for their families; for their loved ones. Either that or they did it for bloodlust, power and their sanity, the chance to get back what they'd lost a long time a ago.

Akane sighed, she was extremely nervous. She met a hunter before and he wasn't the kindest of all people. The hunter had slammed her against the wall with his sword inches away from slitting her throat. She remembered being extremely terrified for she was an awful fighter. Luckily for her the hunter seemed to be coming down on something and had immediately let her go and ran off.

"Akane-sama, are you coming?" Tsutomu asked curiously, looking at the young vampire deeply lost in thought.

"Yes? Ah... Yes, I'm coming," Akane smiled gracefully at the elderly driver and nodded respectfully in gratefulness, something no noble would ever do. It was unheard of for Nobles to friendly interact with anyone lower than the level B vampires. And they were very stern about it.

On the way into the building, Akane felt many stares linger upon her. There was a secret rivalry between many successful business men to have Akane wed to their sons, though the Souma family knew all too well about that. After all; she was a Souma. To have their son married to someone from such a powerful, yet still accessible, lineage was almost a guarantee for their elderly days to be ensured and covered financially.

Akane sighed lightly; it had always been like that. She couldn't ever be friends with anyone. She was always at risk to be taken advantage of and because of that she was isolated.

"Come on, Akane-chan!" A cheerful voice interrupted her thoughts, "Why the long face?" the male put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer in a friendly side hug.

"You're one to talk, Takuma," Akane laughed lightly as she poked the blonde male's forehead. "And I'm not talking about your expression," she grinned teasingly.

"Eh~? That's mean Akane-chan!" Takuma exclaimed, his handsome face distorting with a hurtful expression. Though he knew Akane was joking, of course. Ever since they were young Akane had made fun of Takuma's looks despite the fact that the male was extremely handsome; many girls envied Akane for his friendship, though they wouldn't dare confront her with it.

"That's life, dear," Akane smiled sweetly at Takuma as she said so.

Takuma stuck out his tongue and took his best friend's hand, leading her inside. It was snowing and the roads were slippery, even the kerb stone was extremely hard to walk on and Takuma would in no way let Akane get hurt. It had always been that way. Ever since he met Akane when they were just five years old. She was like his little sister. No. She was his little sister for all he knew.

Takuma had always been there for Akane. Always by her side when she was sad or just bothered. He vowed that to himself. Having to be a noble was, unlike what people believed, a curse. A noble had to be perfect, mysterious, they had to set an example that they were all perfect, that their life was perfect. A noble wasn't allowed to show emotions, not even in front of their own family, you were forbidden that. And thus Takuma vowed to himself Akane would never have to experience what he had. That she'd never have to close her heart down like he had and that she had someone to listen to her whenever there was something wrong, like he missed.

In return, Takuma gained a wonderful friendship. Finally someone he could open himself up to. A girl so sweet like Akane was rare, a girl who wasn't just out for his looks. Just friendship. But they did grow up together.

Once in, Akane and Takuma couldn't help but notice the hostile air floating around the vampires and hunters. Despite the so called peace treaty, there was no way they'd trusted each other and it couldn't be any more obvious.

"Akane!" Akane heard the booming voice of her father boom from below the mahogany staircase, beckoning his daughter over. Takuma seemed rather stricken when he noticed a black-haired young man also smiling in Akane's direction, standing next to her father.

Akane's eyes widened once having laid eye upon the young man as well. She knew him.

Kuran Kaname. One of the rare purebloods, one of the most powerful purebloods in the world, the only successor of the Kuran clan. His family had been killed when he was just a little boy. Many rumors spread along the nobles, some said they committed suicide, some said Kaname himself had killed them and some said murder. Murder from someone strong enough to kill purebloods like them.

"Kaname-senpai, hello," the girl smiled politely for the pureblood, not daring to stare directly in his yes. She was scared. Too scared. Even his presence was oppressing, so dark and powerful, as if one look would turn her to his eternal slave.

"Why hello, Akane, Takuma," the male greeted, his voice soft yet powerful.

Surprised, Akane looked up. She hadn't noticed Takuma had joined her side again, smiling cheerfully as ever.

"Hi, Kaname!" his smile was relaxed as opposed to Akane's which seemed to be stiff and so forced it hurt her. Takuma was always so familiar with Kaname... they were friends after all. But despite the many times Takuma had tried to get Akane to hang out with Kaname more, she simply refused and stayed her usual polite self towards him.

Kaname, of course, always had known this. From the day they'd first met, thanks for Takuma's cheerful ways, the girl had been careful with him. He knew she was scared of him, even when he was just a friendly little kid before his parents had been killed. Everyone admired him, wanted to play with him. Only Akane kept her distance.

"So, Kaname-sama," Akane's father had cut in before anyone could start a conversation, "About the agreement..." His voice lingered with the last world, suggesting Akane could not know about it.

"Ah yes," Kaname's eyes lingered on Akane a little more and then turned back, "I'd like some time to think, if that's not asking for too much. I have some priorities I must take care of first," he smiled politely.

"Of course, Kaname-sama, take your time," the old Noble bowed lightly, though his expression obviously stated his dissatisfaction with the delay. Though not daring to oppose the pureblood he kept silent as the Kaname excused himself and left. Even Takuma seemed uncomfortable.

"Fath-"

"You're late," the older noble sneered at his daughter, his stern face only cold and hostile towards the girl, though Akane only bowed, she was used to how she was treated after all.

"I deeply apologize father; the roads were covered with snow, Tsutomu-"

"Don't you dare use excuses for your faults," the older man growled, "Do you think you have the authority to disobey me? You have no powers, you're weak and useless."

"I know father, I apologize," Akane closed her eyes, a blockage welling up in her throat.

"It doesn't matter now. Just don't disgrace me while were here," The man growled and left after an obeying not from Akane who seemed awfully distraught.

Her father was right, after all. Akane had no powers, powers all nobles gained with birth, she was not powerful, yet she didn't know how she still obtained the aura around her, pointing out she was a noble blood vampire. What was wrong with her?

"Akane-," Takuma frowned, placing his hand on the girl's shoulder warmly, though she shrugged it off. It was then that he knew how hurt she was; it was only when she truly wanted to be alone that Takuma really had to worry for the girl.

"I just... I have to be alone," her voice cracked just before she finished her sentence, she could in no way control her tears now. The girl bit her lip tightly to keep herself from crying and darted out of the room as quickly as she could.

Akane wasn't paying attention to where she was going, although judging from the sudden cold that seemed to hit her in the face she figured she was outside. It was then that the girl freely let her tears stream down her face.

She sobbed her heart out, as she let herself drop on the little bench next to a tree. Useless... weak... The words her father had spat at her echoed in her head. She hated hearing these words, but she hated caring for them even more. Why did she care about this? So many times was this said to her, so many times had she been verbally abused. What was so different now?

She was weak. So weak to other's words. To care... was to be weak... wasn't it? Yet despite these thoughts she couldn't help but remember Takuma's words.

"You should always stay your caring self, Akane." he had smiled so gently at her, "It's good to be sad sometimes. Feelings are what makes us who we are, right?"

Feelings... Akane shook her head. What were feelings if they only made her feel like a piece of trash? As Akane wept, another frame oozed through the darkness, though she did not notice this being too engulfed in her own emotion.

A man gripped his gun tightly in his hand; his piercing blue eyes were narrowed as he made his way over to the presence. It was getting nearer... he was sure of it... a noble. He flicked his cigarette against the nearest wall and made no notice to it as it fell onto the white snow. What was a vampire doing in the garden? His suspicion was growing in his gut, there was no reason for a noble to be here in secret... unless if they made a plan.

The man growled lightly, he knew vampires weren't to be trusted. He knew it; he couldn't believe the association head would make a peace treaty with these bloodsucking beasts. They were nothing but monsters; their human form was just a disguise, hiding their disgusting nature. It's all they were and it's all they would ever be.

The black-haired man had experience with these nobles. They were strong, vicious. He had to act quickly if he didn't want to be killed.

Within a second the man had loaded his gun and pressed it against the girl's forehead, his eyes cold as ice, though to his surprise the girl didn't move. Despite her quickening pulse, she stared into her attackers eyes calmly.

Horror stricken, the man removed his gun immediately. She was just a child, a young girl, possibly in her teenage years. Her ebony locks covered half of her face, most of them plastered to her skin. The skin around her emerald eyes was red and swollen. She'd been crying. What was she doing on this muddy ground all alone? He wondered what had happened to her.

But then another thought truck him. Why did he care? She was a vampire... yet with these innocent childlike features he couldn't help but worry for the girl. She seemed at least ten years young than he was. Such a young, fragile figure. Again, the man interrupted his own thoughts. This girl was a vampire, he shouldn't worry. The man said nothing and wanted to walk away until he was stopped.

"Well...? Aren't you going to do it?" she asked, her light voice like a bell to the man's ears. "Aren't you going to kill me with that?"

The man turned around, he looked rather bored. "Do you want me to?" he asked. His voice was low yet warm, and so calm. It seemed one of his eyes was covered with a cloth

"Maybe,"

"Now why would a wealthy young girl like you feel like that? You probably didn't have worse than a sprained ankle, maybe some stitches." he said rather skeptically, lighting another cigarette and inhaling the smoke.

"Why would a hunter like you care about that? Isn't your job to kill us? What are you waiting for?" The girl countered, her gaze locked on the hunter's. She seemed to be decided on what she was trying to accomplish.

"I don't fight kids,"

"I'm not a child. I'm fifteen,"

"Sure you are," the man rolled his eyes, turning around, wanting to walk off on the girl, "You should wait another fifteen years to want to die, kid. Even longer than that,"

"Yeah... but I don't have that long," Akane sighed sadly as she watched the hunter disappear into the dark. And she wondered. She wondered if she'd ever see the man again.

Meanwhile in deep below the ground a, old businessman sipped his tea impatiently as he watched the black haired pureblood enter the room.

"Kaname-sama, you called me here?"

"I have indeed, Izanagi-san," the pureblood smiled a friendly smile at the noble, seating himself in front of the man, very much aware of the blonde eavesdropping against the door close by the door.

""Have you thought about the agreement?" Izanagi asked eagerly, putting his cup down.

"I have, Izanagi-san but... Akane is a precious artifact you have obtained. You said so yourself, why get rid of her now?"

"I'm beginning to doubt she is... that, Kaname-sama. I believe a pureblood might get something out of her... And if you can't. I regret to admit you must ban her from our world, Kaname-sama," Though regret was the last thing on the old noble's mind, it showed on his face.

"No need to lie, Izanagi-san," Kaname smiled gently, "I'm very much aware of your proposition. But I'm afraid I can't clean up after your mess."

"B-But Kaname-sama, if Akane is who we think she is and I give her to you, my debt will be paid!" the noble half begged, his voice seemed rather desperate.

"Indeed," the pureblood's expression was now serious. "But if she isn't who you think? What will you do then, Izanagi-san? What will you do when you prove to be inadequate again?"

Kaname's aura seemed even more oppressing than it already was, Izanagi cowered, his legs trembling and sweat dripping from his forehead. He was very much aware he was playing with fire.

"Kaname-sama, please! Please give me a chance. If she's not who she is you can use her for other things," the noble begged, "Isn't a human life enough for you?"

"Ex-human," Kaname corrected the noble, sighing. "Fine... Bring her tomorrow."

"Thank you, Kaname-sama. Thank you," The noble bowed deeply, he seemed rather relieved to get rid of the young girl and stumbled out of the room. "Ah! Takuma-kun!"

Takuma only smiled cheerfully, "Hello, Izanagi-san. I just came to tell Kaname dinner's almost ready,"

"Ah, yes, I must hurry as well," the man laughed and darted his way into the hall, happy to escape the heavy aura that was occupying the room. As soon as the man left Takuma, the blonde haired youth turned his attention to the pureblood, his face expression immediately turning serious.

"Thank you, Kaname,"

"It's okay, Takuma," Kaname smiled, this time a genuine smile, "I know how much you care for her... like a sister..." Takuma nodded and smiled, relieved. He knew that if Kaname hadn't taken up the offer, someone else would've.

"Please, Kaname. Please take good care of her," Takuma sighed.

"I will, Takuma," Kaname smiled at his friend.

And it all began there. With a crimson sky, a crimson sky no one dared to noticed because they were too engulfed with hatred, love, worry and selfishness.

I was actually planning on waiting to upload this, because I decided to hand this chapter in for my english punishment, but meh. I couldn't wait. I need to get this stuff uploaded the moment I finish it. I just hope she doesn't think I copied and pasted it or anything, and then still:

Mrs. the Vulture, I want you to know that I have handed this in as punishment but I couldn't wait to upload. Hope you understand.