Am I The Only One?

by Jennifer Calicker

Yuuyako is a pureblood. Her parents are purebloods. Rido is one also but kills her parents. Nothing is done about it because nobody can lay a hand on Rido and that pisses Yuuyako off. Will Yuuyako sucessfully exact her revenge on Rido or will she be labeled Dangerous before she can even kill him? Rated M because there will be lemons/limes/whatever. oc/?

I felt my mother's hand on my head, and felt her warmth, saw her smile. My father had his hand on her shoulder and smiled at me also. I loved my parents so much, but then I saw nothing. They were purebloods. They had to run things. I was young enough to be selfish and to want them to stay home, but some part of me also knew I would someday have to do what they did. I didn't know the meaning of stress. I didn't know what love actually meant, and my parents love was a different love. I didn't know what it would be like to never ever see them again, because they always came back.

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15 years old...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Thunk!

I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock and rolled out of bed, fixing my loose pajamas and went to the bureau to pull out my normal home school clothes. I laid them down on my bed and let my feet drag across the floor as I walked back to the bureau and then past it to the bathroom, which was adjoined to my bedroom and the hallway, with two separate doors. I took a quick shower and dried off, looking at myself in the foggy mirror. I wiped my towel across the surface and saw a frowning face of what looked like a child. Straight dark red hair, a reminder of what I was, which wasn't human, framed my face, my mouth relaxed into a slight frown, my glowing green eyes analyzing what I was seeing. I felt like I wasn't myself, that I was something else whenever I looked into mirrors or looked at reflections, like something possessed me. I walked back into my room and put on my clothes and then headed back into the bathroom again to brush my teeth. My ring on the middle finger of my left hand went cold and I had a feeling pass over me that went to my core and made my chest hurt. I looked at the ring, my initials engraved on the band. My parents had given it to me and they had told me that I would know where they were all the time if I wore it. I didn't feel a thing. Just the icy cold of any normal ring you had just put on. My warmth wouldn't warm it. I tried feeling something through the ring, but there was nothing.