I've never actually contemplated death. I've seen it on numerous occasions in my profession, but to have my thoughts stray towards my own death, that would be a cause of an instant death.

When it comes down to it, my life is just a game. I am the chess piece made to destroy the opponents king. My master requires my services and I complete them with little response. I'm the one getting my hands dirty. Not him.

I refuse to a puzzle piece anymore. I make my own destiny.

No one controls me

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Let's begin where my life basically turned into a fight for survival. Fifty male vampires stood in front of me; their fangs dripping with blood and saliva. My only weapon of choice, a .97 caliber pistol with three rounds left. The odds were against me, therefore I pushed that annoying voice in my head to the back of my skull where it could be dealt with later.

One vampire charged, but a small hole appeared in his forehead before he could get within three feet of me. Then more barreled towards me. Slowly, all my rounds were being eaten up, and I soon was out of bullets. "Shit," I mumbled beneath my breath. I discarded the useless gun and pulled out a switchblade tucked into my boot. Another vampire took a swing, that is, before his head was rolling down the alleyway. More vampires appeared in my escape route and advanced towards me. I stepped back until I felt the rough, uncared for stone through my mesh shirt. "Double shit." I said, discarding the switchblade. Now it would be a foot race to see who could get away faster.

Just as I started to run, one latched onto me from behind and pinned me into a headlock. His hot breath could be felt on my neck as his canines sharpened to their deadliest form. The vampire's deep, husky baritone whispered softly into my ear, "I told you not to betray me, Soho."

Confused yet? Good, it might keep you alive.

My name is Sahara Naru and my profession is not what you would expect a normal sixteen year old to have; Its known as a vampire hunter. This job doesn't run in the family and I'm actually quite new at it, but when your mother is slaughtered in front of your eyes by one, let's see how you react. Since my mother's premature departure from this world, I have lived with my adopted aunt (long story and that will be explained later) and my six year old sister, Izuri. As much as we try to appear normal, my refusal of coexistence with vampires, results in a black sheep sort of thing. In other words, I'm the weird one in a sea of popular people.

The whole problem? I'm half vampire.

My father, being the imbecile he was, accidentally fell in love with a human, my mother, and they had me nine months later. Then when I was ten they had another child, my baby sister, Izuri. A year later, the vampire kingdom had learned of my father's infidelity towards the kingdom. Since my father was all about images, he murdered my mother in front of me and toward me that if he ever saw me again, he would not hesitate to kill me too.

Now, just saying, that's a lot for an eleven year old to comprehend. Without even thinking, I grabbed whatever money I could find and took Izuri from her cradle, then I ran. I spent whatever I could on food for Izuri, and that meant most times I went hungry, but soon the money ran out and both of us were starving. No one paid any mind to us and mostly, no one would give us a second glance on the street corner. That is until I robbed from the wrong person.

Her name was Kurenai and she owned a jewelry shop on the human side of the kingdom. Seeing that it was the only way Izuri would eat, I took the daring move to steal some of her finest necklaces but then she caught me. I was so frightened of her that I spilled my entire predicament to her. Then I looked up into her soft red eyes. She told me to go get my baby sister because we were now her responsibility.

In that moment. I became loved once again and that's where I stayed for five years. Kurenai understands my need for human blood and so she allows me to drink the blood of cows once a week. It has a slight hamburger taste I must say. Now I have adapted to human culture and I even go to human high school, but by night I am a huntress on the prowl for unworthy vampires. My goal is to slaughter the entire hierarchy of vampires.

Now the hierarchy of vampires isn't that complicated. It's modeled after the British hierarchy of the late 18th century. There is a king and a queen and then all the followers beneath them. The king and queen of the vampiric society at the moment is King Fugaku Uchiha and Queen Mikoto Uchiha; they also have two sons: Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha. My father was the court jester at the time, but now he is the Duke and is married to Duchess Haruno where he has two pureblood vampire children: Sakura and Karin Haruno.

My goal is take out the top first because with no king the kingdom will crumble. I don't plan on taking out the king himself because that leaves his heirs behind, but with no heirs there can be no king or queen.

Kurenai knows my goals, so therefore she put me in the high school that mixes humans and pureblood vampires for my sophomore year. If I want the prince dead I have to become his friend and that is going to be a task within itself.

Don't believe me yet? Well, here's where my story begins.

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"Sahara! Time to get up!" Kurenai called from downstairs. "You don't want to be late on your first day you know."

My eyelids fluttered open and a groan escaped from my mouth. Ugh, I don't want to do this, I sighed, inwardly. Lazily, I pulled myself from the soft, warm fortress known as my sheets and stood over the schools uniform, laid out nicely on my desk by Kurenai. I rolled my eyes, walking to the bathroom that was down the hall from my room. Once inside I stared at myself in the vanity mirror.

I had the pale skin that vampires had. It was almost iridescent, my skin was so pale. The rest of my features came from my mother. My thick, black, curly ringlets that framed a heart shaped face. Thick, black eyelashes dusted my high cheekbones and bordered emerald green eyes. I was tall with legs like a barstool and a long torso. My arms were well toned, as were my legs. All in all, I guess I could be classified as pretty to the opposite sex.

Turning the water on as hot as it would go, I slipped into the shower caressing my muscles in dark rose scented soap, and washing my hair until it was silky smooth.

Ok let's face it. I was buying time.

I stepped out, gingerly and dried off before slipping on the uniform. It consisted of a black mid-thigh skirt with silver etching in it, black knee length socks, black ballet flats, and a blood red blouse with a black etching of the schools crest, a crescent moon on fire in the palms of hands, on the breast pocket. I sighed in disgust of myself. This would not make my inner tomboy happy. Deciding it was probably best to have a weapon on me, I hid my switchblade in my right sock for safe keeping.

Ever so slowly, I crept down the stairs to the kitchen where Kurenai was making bacon and eggs for herself and Izuri.

"Well don't you look adorable," Kurenai snickered.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait to attract attention." I grumbled, shooting a glare towards her.

Izuri laughed. "I think you look pretty, Soho."

I rolled my eyes. "I can't live with you people."

Kurenai laughed, silently. "Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the coffin this morning."

I glared at her pun and a witty retort was just about escape my lips when her cell phone rang. I rolled my eyes and got up to kiss Izuri goodbye. She patted my head and wished me good luck on my first day.

Kurenai drove me after her cell phone meeting was over. She smiled a comforting smile and rubbed my hand. "It's going to be ok sweetheart. You'll make it through without any issues, I know you will."

I continued to stare out the window at the drizzly weather. Soon, like a villain in a horror movie, Konoha Leaf Preparatory Academy loomed in the darkness. It's black, gothic style buildings cascaded upwards towards the sky as we approached.

Kurenai looked over at me when she stopped. "Are you sure you'll be fine? No killing anyone please."

I rolled my eyes and gave her a cocky smirk. "I make no promises."

"You better," she threatened, "Or I'll make sure you never see your gun again."

I smiled and stepped out of the car, staring down a panther in an epic fight. This school would not get the best of me, at least not yet.