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Prologue:

The Mysterious New Arrival

The bright, silver moonlight shone down upon a dark, castle-like building with a heavenly glow. The shadows from the gargantuan building spread out vastly, covering nearly everything with its heavy, almost sinister shadows. The medieval, castle-like structure was actually a school, despite its rather antique looks. The school was named after the headmaster, Kain Cross thus, it was named Cross Academy. This school however, was inherently different from all others as there were two entirely separate classes that resided there.

The first class was dubbed the "Day" class. They, like any normal school, attended their studies during the day. The second was called the "Night" class. The members of the "Night" class reside in an entirely different building than the "Day" class; their dorm is labeled as the Moon Dormitory. They, the mysteriously beautiful and captivating "Night" class members however, only attended to their studies by nightfall. Indeed, Cross Academy was a very special kind of school that harbored a very dangerous secret.

Bright, blinding headlights illuminated the forest surrounded road, as a sleek and shiny black, four door car slowly pulled up to the closed, soaring iron gates of Cross Academy. When the classy looking car finally came to a halt, it parked horizontally to the dark gates with the passenger side facing the entrance. A tall, lean man stepped from the driver's side moments later and with a slow, confident stride walked over to the back right side door and chivalrously opened it, for his solitary passenger.

A soft lukewarm breeze blew by, gently rustling the driver's midnight colored locks and dark, business suit. The driver of the luxurious car didn't appear to be a day over twenty, with his beautiful porcelain-like skin, yet his passive face and stern arctic green eyes held a maturity that far surpassed many twice his age. The man was unearthly handsome, despite the long jagged scar that marred his almost flawless skin. The scar ran vertically down the left side of his face; it started from the top of his eyebrow, over his eye, which strangely held no apparent damage and stopped mere centimeters from his jaw bone. Despite all of this the man was still so very beautiful, though a man should never be called "beautiful" in any normal circumstances, this was however an exception as no other word could or would do.

In the silvery glowing light from the full round moon, the man's passenger slowly and gracefully stepped out of the car. Gently taking the tall, dark haired driver's offered hand, a young woman, bearing the appearance of someone no older than seventeen or eighteen stood under the moon's glowing light. Her shoulder length, dual colored hair was held back in a neat and tidy bun, with her sweep cut bangs tucked neatly behind her left ear. The young woman's appearance was no less striking than her escorts, yet with her crystalline clear, yet serious and calm light grey eyes and slightly round face giving her a more child-ish and innocent appearance. For someone so young, she was dressed the part of an experienced business woman, instead of a teenager.

"My Lady, all you need is to say the word and we will return home, you needn't do this. There are other ways of proceeding." The young driver spoke, when he saw the slight hesitance in his Lady's eyes, as she gazed over the school. It was his job to keep the young Lady safe, even if were to cost him his life. He was born into a lower serving family, yet when the young heiress to the noble Chevalier and Desmarais families was born, he immediately knew that the future of their entire fading race would rest with her.

It was an almost cruel fate to be born into, yet when she was told of what her inherited duties were and that she was their races last hope, she bore them upon her young shoulders with no complaint. And with that she had earned his respect and unflinching loyalty for all eternity. He would always be by her side to protect her, he had sworn and yet now here they were, in a few minutes they would be separated for the first time ever. She would be vulnerable to enemy attacks and he hated it with his entire being. He was born to protect her, so how could he do that when he was not at her side? Perhaps he had come to care about his Mistress more than a lowly guard should, but how could he not. He had been there, protecting her since she had been a mere fetus in her mother's womb.

"It is fine, Mikel. You needn't worry; it was my decision to come here." The young woman calmly and reassuringly told her most loyal confidant and protector with a soft smile. She could feel the anger, worry and nervousness radiating off of him like steam.

Mikel Arceneau was never open to anyone other than her. Everyone else only ever saw a deadly protector, while she saw the caring, protective and loving man that he hid from the world. No one could read him and his emotions as well as her, although she knew that he did not block her from them as he did to everyone else and as conceited as it sounded, she was proud of her accomplishment. Who wouldn't have been? Here was a man that was seemingly an emotionless killer at first and second glance, yet here he was unveiling all of his worries to her.

With his Mistress's soft calming smile, Mikel calmed himself of his worries and shut his emotions away. He could not allow anyone to see his anxiety, only his young Mistress would ever see that side of him. With a stiff but polite nod the tall male closed the expensive car door and walked around to the trunk and with two beeps the trunk slowly raised open, revealing two medium sized suitcases, both were solid black with only two small silver and aqua symbols adorning them. The weaving symbols were her family crests; one from her Father and one from her Mother's side.

After the two suitcases were removed and the trunk lid closed, Mikel silently led his Mistress through the gates and towards the citadel-like school building. There they would meet with the Headmaster, Kaien Cross and as Lord Dresdin Chevalier had arranged, his youngest and only living child would take up residence in this school for coexisting humans and vampires.