I do not even know this is my first fanfic I gladly accept any constructive criticism. Also sorry if I sometimes get the tense wrong. :3 hope chu like

I swing around the shopping bags restlessly, cramped near the window on the always crowded bus on my way back to the orphanage. I gaze out looking at the city, while scenes flit past me as the bus moves. As usual, the traffic slows us down. The bus comes to a stop, waiting at the traffic lights. I watch a man struggle, clutching his throat as though being strangled to death. He slowly collapses to the ground, but the bus starts moving again before I get a better look. I hear the woman next to me breathe heavily, clenching her fists as she stares blankly with glassy eyes. The driver swerves the wrong way a bit, and the bus abruptly comes to a stop throwing everyone forward. I open up my eyes again. I shouldn't have.

Red, red… red is everywhere. All the dead people on the floor. Their cold, unblinking stares. Sickening bodies, some twisted in completely unnatural ways. They're all dead. Dead. I start to stumble across arms, legs, and people. I shred my skin on the glass lying around on the floor. Running out of the broken bus filled with death. I need to find the orphanage. I need to find my home. Run, run, run.

I see more of them. So many people are dead. But I can't stop and look. The city that always glowed with excitement and wonder gives off a scent of death, inviting despair into its midst.

I rush through the door, only to meet another horrible scene. More death. And figures in the room. Mika, Yu, Akane, and all the people I know as my family now. They can see it too. A shadow falls over the room. A hooded person smiling at us.

"I see you need some help," he says in a calm tone, "come with us and we'll keep you safe."

But the hood falls off. It's a vampire.

Ever since I was small, I hated this world. The thin string that held barely held my family together quickly frayed and fell apart. A divorce was already threatening to take place. I dreaded to think I might have to choose between them. I can never forget what happened. A peaceful dinner with tension running deep beneath it. It's too late. My mother rises up to serve us food, instead walking towards my father with knife clutched in hand. My father stands up, backing away. And all I can do is watch. But rather than killing Father she stabs herself in front of his frightened gaze. He breaks and grabs the knife saying he will "end it fast for both of us" continuing to stab her. And then he looks towards to me, craze in his eyes whispering deranged that he will kill me too. I picked up the knife he dropped and fell over as he approached me. Hearing his words was too much. I thrust my arms out and he died by my stained hands. The knife stayed embedded in his chest as I watched his life seep away.

I wail, clawing my blood covered face. Black dots dance in front of my eyes and I collapse. Someone obviously called the police, and that's how I ended up in the Hyakuya orphanage. It was better once I was there but now it's just like a repeat of my past. With so much more blood.

The vampires bring us to the underground, telling us that the stupid humans brought this upon themselves and that now we would be kept here and treated as livestock. Words I would hear a lot these next few years…

i feel like this is really short :T