Author's Note: Erm, hi! This is my first fic here, so umm…please go easy on me? My writing ability and my muses all kinda died this summer…so here I am trying to revive them. Hopefully it'll work...
Also, please note that this is a partial AU fic. Most of the plot up to the end of the Rido Arc happens, except maybe for when Sara "collects" Takuma at the end, and some other things that are going to be revealed later...and I'm not really sure about the genres...hopefully I did it right...
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight. I only own this messed up version of the plot.
Prologue
Snow filled the landscape, swirling in the air. A single figure could be seen moving through the landscape, not wholly out of place. His silver hair almost completely blended into the winter wonderland, its luster the only difference to the snow, and his clothing, though originally of a dark color, was now masked with white and did little to make him stand out. Not even his eyes, which were a striking lilac, could be seen in the blizzard. He didn't quite know where he was or if he was nearing his goal, but there was nothing he could do but forge on. The snow made numbness spread through his body, though his mind was also affected. He couldn't really think of anything at this point; he was driven only by instinct and the need to go somewhere, though he couldn't remember where at the moment.
Something assured him that he was nearing his destination, and he really hoped so, not only because of the need for warmth, but for peace of mind. He used to love winter. Now, it only served as a painful reminder of the past, a past that continually filled his mind and threatened to drown him with its weight. If he could have thought coherently, he would have laughed bitterly. Even now he was still caught in the chains that others created, bound and unable to break free. There was nothing he could do; the past was just that, the past, despite of all of the pain it gave.
He kept on walking, unaware of the time and anything else besides his goal and the still dropping temperatures. Dazed and virtually unguarded, he ran smack into something. He was shaken out of his stupor. He looked up and saw branches and his eyes slightly darkened. He knew what kind of tree it was, regardless of the fact that it was winter and there were no blooms. He grew to resent those flowers; after all, they were a representation of her and yet another reminder of that night. Shaking off the lingering memories and feelings, he trudged on. His goal was slowly coming into view, an outline slowly growing bigger until finally, he stood in front of his goal.
With the last vestiges of his strength, he opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him. Though he didn't feel or see it happen, he knew that he somehow fell to the floor due to the chill of the tiles seeping into his skin. He briefly wondered why he was doing this at all, for him no less, and lost his consciousness where he lay.
I feel like I'm going on the first day of school, all nervous and everything. I know it wasn't much of a prologue, but please review and tell me how I did...?
