Author's Note: This is my first Fanfiction that has ever made it onto the actual cite, please no flames, but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I just love both Vampire Knight, and Avatar The Last Airbender, sooo I decided to write a crossover. This chapter is only a prologue type thing to introduced the setting. Please for give all errors that I may have missed, I'm not the best proofreader.
Me: I'll only stay it one ti-
Katara: irockz303 doesn't own Vampire Knight, A:TLA or the characters. *smirks* or me! The disclaimer will only be said once because every one knows it's true.
Me: *sobs softly* Katara is right no mat-
Katara: Lets get to the story!
Me: Okay, Miss. Bossy Boots! Enjoy!
Many things happen in life that can't be changed. Many rueful moments pass while you can only stare out a frosted glass window with sorrowful, and downcast eyes; knowing that you can't change the outcome of what has been destined to be. That's why I have made the decision to keep people at arms with, not letting anyone pass the invisible barrier that I had put up, being too afraid of being tormented with more mental suffering, and run the risk of loosing what's left of my sanity. Sometimes I will confine myself to my room for three or four days, huddled in a corner with my chin tucked away safely behind my knees, while my hands fiddle with the bottoms of my pants, reliving the nightmare I had gone through two years ago.
The terror consumes my senses, my eyes puffy, and wet from the images of my dearly beloved brother dying in my arms. My ears recreating the terrible scream of when one of my best friends selflessly pushed me out of the way of falling debris, only to be crushed into an unrecognizable human pulp. The smell of burning flesh, and smoke freshly filling my nose to the point of vomiting.
Then came the part when I had woken up on a cold patch of snow in my burnt, tattered beyond repairable clothing, and even with my highly skilled hands when it came to mending clothes, even I couldn't repair it. Though I grew up in the south pole, encountering many brutal winters, and temperatures below negative fifty, I knew very well that being exposed to the harsh bitter cold could kill a person within minutes after being wrapped in its deathly blanket of ice.
I remembered that two kind people took me in, a husband and wife to be precise. Their kind hearts open wide for me giving me the love that I so desperately needed, after witnessing a traumatic experience like the one I had endured. I lived with these kind people for two years, and I had grown to like, no… I grew to love them as if they had been my own parents, I began to trust them enough that I showed them my wonderful ability to manipulate the water in the air, plants or even when it just sat idly in a glass bowl, and from the look of admiration on their faces made me feel the empty void in my chest seal shut some. Though they did say it would be best to keep it secret from everyone unless I felt I could trust them not to pass any unnecessary judgment. I more-or-less agreed. In the world I have been put in, no one possessed my treasured ability to waterbend.
Though I was never to keen on keeping my bending secret from the rest of the world, I did so to help protect myself. If someone were to find out I could end up as some scientists next experiment, but I was aloud to 'fake bend' if that's what you call it, meaning I practice the fast and slow movements of my bending without actually manipulating the water around. Though I do admit it was quite difficult at first, to just drop something that called to you from every direction, but being the quick learner that I am I was soon able to move between using and not using my bending in the blink of an eye.
During the two years living with the loving couple, I had the pleasure of meeting the husband's brother named Kaien Cross, the headmaster at a privileged school known as Cross Academy. As well as meeting his 'niece' Yuki who looked nothing like him and his 'nephew' Zero who also looked nothing like Kaien. I undoubtedly bonded with the two kids in a matter of only days. I felt as if I was picking up the many broken pieces of my shattered personality, and was trying to glue them back together one at a time, eventually bringing back bits, and pieces of the caring yet over protective nature that had once applied solely on my closest friends and family. Zero never appreciated my motherlyness towards him, but he was a guy after all, but Yuki didn't seem bothered at all! Telling me that she likes the fact that I'm like an older sister to her. I didn't see them that often since they lived in Japan while I lived in Britain, but we kept regular contact.
Over the last two years with my new family my adopted parents had urged me into participating in things other than my combat to help preoccupy my mind from drifting off to the past, and I agreed wholeheartedly. So I looked through many different hobbies, seeking one that would fit my interest just perfectly. Then I found it the moment I sat down on a cushioned bench in front of eighty-eight white ivory keys. The moment I placed my tanned hands on the cold, smooth keys of the grand piano I instantly felt a familiarity to it, though I know I have never heard of a piano, let alone play one before. I hummed a soft melody that Iroh had managed to drill into my head, and mimicked it nearly perfectly on the beautiful instrument, and before long I was playing like a pro, keeping my mind off of my dreadful past that continues to haunt my subconscious.
They say that bad things happen to good people, and I would love to meet the person who created the damn phrase, and strangle them with a rope until their eyes were as dead as mine are now… again. All throughout my life it has been nothing but hardship after hardship. I have never been granted piece for an extensive amount of time, because that would just be too boring for the creator of the universe.
I stared at my ablaze home upon returning from a long day at school, feeling my heart drop into my shoes as memories flooded my mind of a blackened sky with hundreds of smoldering buildings lining the ashy streets of the Fire Nation. I grasped my head vividly shaking it trying to make my home return to the normal tall, brick building it was. I sobbed making a break for the angry red and orange house that mocked me with is black ashen clouds, lingering above the house. Tears cascaded down my tan cheeks like an overflowing riverbed, unable to be tamed.
I was nearly ten feet from the door of my home, close enough to feel the hot flames lick at any exposed spot of skin I had, while the air became thick and suffocating making my breathing fall and become nothing but ragged hisses and chokes. The door was just out of my reach, while time seeming to taunt me as a ran a quick as I could but felt as if I could never reach the handle, and I never did grasp it because a person, presumably a man, threw his arms around my middle pulling me back away from the smirking flames as it continued to mock me. I flailed in his arm so intensely that I temporarily broke free, screaming many incoherent things at him, while he yelled for another person to help contain me. I continued to struggle in their arms biting, scratching, kicking all while yelling much profanity at them.
They pulled me back, furthering my distance from my dying home, listening to the fire continuing to howl in a triumphant victory against me. I was pulled across the black asphalt of the street, until I seen four firefighters stampede out of my house with two stretchers. I felt my eyes widened in shock, the tears falling faster while my mind cracked. This couldn't have happened again, the people I had grown close to, the people that I had come to love were swiped away from me again. My struggling had increased tenfold as I fought to reach them, but before I managed to free myself from the tight grasps of the two men, I felt a needle pierce the soft skin of my forearm, and soon my senses began to feel numb.
My screaming and flailing soon halted, and the last thing I remember seeing before falling into the darkness was the two people that I had bonded with since that tragic day two years ago, being placed carefully in an EMT. At that moment, I felt my partly reconstructed heart shatter back into millions of smaller pieces, and I vowed to never let anyone grow close to me again.
Author's Note: Okay, I know I know, some of it is quite depressing, but I promise that it will get better as more chapters come out, (depending if anyone likes the story at all)
Katara: WELL I HATE IT!
Me: It'll get better I promise. *hides behind table as icicles are shot in my direction.
Katara: You're a witch! Making me suffer so much!
Me: It's only for a little while, Katara.
Avatar gang: Why'd you kill all of us?
Me: It's all part of the plot.
Avatar gang: GET HER!
Me: *Pant and scream* please review *Dodging a rock and fire ball* the more reviews the more motivated I am *trip* to update *being dragged away* Thank you for reading! *insert dramatic horror movie scream*
