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Full(er) Summary: Kamenashi Mikka just wanted a new start. She wanted to leave her hectic family life, her lack of friends, and her feelings of worthlessness behind for the prestigious Cross Academy. But what happens when she discovers a secret about herself, a secret she herself didn't even believe in until now? Set a few years after the Vampire Knight plot, with some Twilight concepts.

Kamenashi Mikka stared out the window of her dorm room. The moon was full, and snow was falling hard and fast upon the ground, on top of what had accumulated during the day. The dark-haired girl heaved a sigh and leaned against the cold glass.

Meanwhile, two figures moved together about the grounds of Cross Academy. The smaller one stopped.

"Kuran," it said in a contemptous tone, "We're being watched."

"I know." Kuran responded, and Mikka's eyes widened. How did those people know she was watching them? Did they know that she knew what they were...?

" ...The person watching us knows what we are. Have you been telling secrets, Kiryuu-kun?"

The one called Kiryuu gulped. "No." he said quickly, "But it's kind of odd... can you tell, just from that...?"

Kuran chuckled. "No one knows the true power of purebloods but purebloods themselves. If I told you how I can tell, how would that phrase hold true?"

Kiryuu sighed. "Fine." he muttered under his breath. "We'll just leave it at, 'because he can'."

"What was that, Kiryuu?"

"Nothing!"

Mikka's mind continued to reel. Just who were those people anyway, and what were they doing here?

She distantly remembered the name "Kuran"- a clan of insanely powerful pureblood vampires, allegedly. Mikka, who attended Cross Academy on scholarship and had only tried for it to get away from her family life, knew that she knew too much. In fact she was waiting for the day that the prefects, the headmaster, or worse, someone from the Night Class, came knocking on her door demanding how she knew.

Mikka had always known about vampires. Well, not really known- for she'd never believed in them until she had actually seen one- but she had heard stories, and knew quite a bit about vampire lore. She knew what had really wiped out the Kiryuu clan eight years ago- she had known, deep down, that the wounds the papers had described did not come from a crazed killer. Not a human killer, at least. And she knew that four years ago, one of the two survivors from that diaster had transformed into a vampire.

So. She knew the two vampires down there... but at least they didn't know her.

"Kuran. How is Yuuki doing?"

Kuran lifted his head to stare at the moon.

"She's fine, thanks. Though that is none of your business. Now, what did you call me out of class for?"

Kiryuu stared angrily at Kuran.

"Kuran, is there such a thing as a... a half-vampire?"

Kuran raised his eyebrows. "A half-blood? ... There have been a few of them located throughout history. Why do you ask?"

"You know that scholarship student in the Day Class? Though I can't remember her last name..."

"Kamenashi Mikka is who you are speaking of, correct?"

Mikka's blood ran cold. What were they talking about? She knew tons of vampire lore, and allegedly her father had been a hunter, but she wasn't a vampire herself...

"Yeah, that was it. Kamenashi."

"What makes you suspect her?"

" ...It's her eyes. When she's hungry, they turn almost black. After she's eaten as much as she can, they turn almost gold. And the other day... she got really pissed off at one of yours... I swear I saw her eyes turn red."

Mikka clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep from screaming.

"And I'm pretty sure she has fangs. I've seen them."

"Yet she was admitted to the Day Class?"

Kiryuu nodded. "She sits two rows in front and to the left of me."

Near a panic attack, Mikka stood up from the window seat, stretched her arm up above her head, and pushed her left hand through her waist-length black hair. Walking towards the door, she grabbed her coat and shoes. It was time to confront those two.