Disclaimer: I in no way own vampire knight, but I do own the characters Savanna and Raven.

I stood on the platform, the light blaring down on my body. I felt absolutely numb, the anger of what had occurred a shadow of what it would become later,

"...next item for bid, #13 in the catalog. Do we have an opening bid?" My mind wandered, and it seemed to me that i was watching the event from above. I was floating away, watching this from the ceiling.

"500k."

"Going once...twice...sold, to bidder, ID 47002." Then I was led away, the bouncer taking a firm grip on my arm, his gun at the back of my head.

He led me down a long dark corridor; it was so cold, goosebumps forming on my arms and legs. God knows what stuck to my bare feet.

I was numb. I didn't react as I was pushed forward roughly for no reason. It's funny, if the bastard had done that a month ago, he'd be nothing but blood on the floor now. But then, time changes everything, I guess. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that they'd taken away the knives that were my weapons of choice.

We stopped before a large black door. The bouncer knocked politely.

"Enter." Where had I heard that voice? It was so familiar...

The bouncer opened the door, and then shoved me in. I sprawled on the floor in a heap, the darkness surrounding me like a thick blanket. How long had it been since my eyes had adjusted fully to the dark? I wondered politely. The bouncer left me there, uncaring for my fate.

Expensive shoes clicked on the floor as my new master walked towards me. I tensed as I heard the swish of a cloak. Cold, strong fingers tilted my face up, and i saw glowing red eyes.

"How far the proud half-blood has fallen." That deep timbre of voice was recognizable anywhere, especially with that mocking tone. It lit a flame that had nearly died inside of my soul.

"What do you want, Ichio?" I snarled, he laughed, and tightened his grip painfully.

"Even with all of your training, you are still helpless before me." He smiled, I could just barely make out the glint of his teeth. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. But then it is only to be expected, with your weak blood-"

"Shut your mouth!" I shouted, before his fingers gripped my throat. I choked in surprise as he closed my air supply. I clawed at his arms with my hands, but he didn't relent.

"Your days of talking back to me in that manner are over, half-breed; I bought you, you belong to me. As does your life. I won't hesitate to kill you, despite the money spent." I tried to writhe, but he let go as i coughed and sputtered. "You will wait for me here. There is another matter that must be tended to first. Attempt to escape and you will be eliminated." And then he was gone.

Most girls would have cried, and i tried to, honestly, I did. But no tears came as I sat there.

The air was stale, and the first shiver of fear since I'd been taken made it's way down my spine. I had just been bought by the most ruthless aristocrat in Vampiric society.

I was so dead.

Name: Monroe, Raven

Age: 17

Race: Half blood (half vampire, half hunter)

The societies in my parent's worlds couldn't understand how the two could breed children, let alone actually love one another. Meaning that I existed in a world that was almost completely foreign to me, but much safer, as it was blind to my blood. I lived as a normal human.

Father had been a vampire hunter, a well respected one from the states before he met my mother, a C-Level with no powers. He'd fallen in love. They married and he retired. Mother was able to exist in both worlds, assimilating marvelously. They raised children together, and trained them to hide.

Both sides of my family handled this in stride, it was only those from the outside that didn't understand and regarded me as a monstrosity, an abomination.

But why?

I'd had no say in the matter.

I was in this situation because someone had torn apart my family. They'd ripped it away from me, leaving a aping wound, and leaving me alone, my life in tattered shreds.

For the last month, I been in what can only be described as hell on earth. I shared a cell with what felt like dozens of other human girls; most of whom weren't educated, and all that had been raised and bred fro one purpose ad one only.

Slavery.

This was my final auction.

How long had I sat there? To this day I'm not certain. But soon enough Ichio returned and ordered me to get up and follow him.

I did, trailing just behind him. "Why did you buy me?" I finally asked him, he turned back to sneer at me like I was something disgusting that couldn't concern him.

"You've no right to ask anything of me #13." And it also seemed that I had no right to my name.

He led m up several flights of back stairs into an open street, also dark. He pointed out a sleek black limo, and I entered, sliding to the other side, as far away from him as was possible in the close proximity.

I'd only met Ichio once o twice before, and both times briefly. But he'd rubbed me the wrong way back then, and now that I 'belonged' to him, those feelings didn't change a bit. He creeped me out.

Ichio watched me with those eyes; so cold and devoid of any emotion or compassion. Out of nowhere, he snatched me up by the back of the hair, dragging me toward him. I hadn't been prepared, but I struggled, attempting to struggle, to pull away. But his fist connected with the back of my head. I was dazed and dug my nail deeper into the leather interior, but he had an iron grip on me. Then he pulled me to him, and hit me again when i tried to scream. I wasn't able to continue, weeks of poor nutrition and little sleep taking their toll on me. He fastened something around me neck, then pushed me away from him.

As soon as Id regained my equilibrium, I pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them, not taking my eyes off him again. Absently I touched the collar (that's what it later turned out to be, anyway); leather, with pointed studs on the inside, digging into the tender skin of my neck.

"You won't reside in my home long, Half-blood." Ichio told me suddenly after awhile, "You leave tomorrow, along with the other one."

"Other one?" I asked curiously.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Every hunter instinct in my body (my father's genes were dominant) told me to kill this old geezer and leave nothing but spatters of blood and a pile of dust. But I also had a realistic idea of my ability in my present state.

Briefly I debated my desire to keep my pride.

However, my desire to live was stronger.

The old bastard told a servant to show me to the bathroom and left me with the girl (she looked younger than me and scared out of her damn mind). She showed me the way, trambling, and left me alone.

The bathroom was absolutely huge. There was a bubble bath drawn already in the jacuzzi tub, waiting for me. The water smelled like lavender, my favorite scent in the world next to fresh cut grass (and I have no desire to smell like that, let me assure you). There was enough beauty and hygiene products in there to stock a drugstore (or the Bed Bath 'n Beyond).

I hadn't bathed in a month (I now know the lesser version of hell), and I pampered myself. By the time I got out, the bubbles were long gone and the water was cold (and black with dirt). Pajamas had been set out for me already, and now I could look at myself in the mirror without wincing.

I combed out my dark hair and rubbed in the anti-frizz cream patiently.

When I was finished and examined myself in the mirror, it became that my time in the cell had done a bit of good at least; with the spare meals served only often enough to keep us alive, I'd dropped what remained of my baby fat. My curves were a perfect hourglass, and my skin was almost porcelain.

The pajamas were a moss green silk that clung to my frame like a glove and I examined my collar; a simple black leather, no definite markings of any kind, it seemed.

I was going to be sharing the bedroom attached with the other girl that Ichio had bought, it seemed. I prayed fervently that we'd at least get along. Although a large part of me doubted it greatly.

I opened the door and peered in; no lights were on except for the fireplace which glowed welcomingly. She sat in front of it, her back to me as I stepped out. She was sitting cross legged on the expensive looking rug.

"Are you the one that he bought first?" I asked; damn, my voice sounded rough and flat, unfamiliar. The girl went rigid and whirled around.

"Raven?"

"Savanna?"

Then she was up and we were hugging, talking over one another. I touched her face, trying to confirm that she was real and i wasn't dreaming as she did the same.

"What are you doing here?" She finally asked, silencing the both of us as she waited.

"Someone killed them...my parents; maybe my brothers too. All I know is that I got home late, and then...they hit me, and then I was in the cell at the compound. I've been there for a month, but Ichio just bought me." Savanna looked absolutely white.

The two of us had similar backgrounds. The both of us were only half human. Her father was a vampire aristocrat, her mother the hunter. After he left, she went back to hunting again when Savvy was 8.

"Same; he bought me a week ago. I haven't seen him since." I hugged her again, tightly, this time I was reluctant to let go.

Savanna's pale brown hair was long, her glasses gone, her skin pallid. She looked ill; the same starved look that I'd seen in the hellhole on other girls, and I didn't like it on her at all.

We sat down on the rug in front of the fire, just talking, trying to avoid the obvious question that was bothering the both of us. The question that had us jumping at small noises and laughing nervously when we realized that it was nothing after all.

Savanna was the first to ask.

"What will he do with us?"

"He told me that we were going somewhere in the morning. Hell, I've got no clue where we are now." I laughed scornfully.

"Japan." Savanna told me matter-of-factly, I looked at her in surprise.

"How in the hell do you know that?"

"I saw some of his cars when I got here; pricey, all of them with Japanese tags and diplomatic emblems." She sighed, "what do you-"

"I don't know. But at least we're going together." My voice got thick and I stopped talking.

You don't realize just how much you'll miss someone until they're gone. Savanna and I had been best friends; bonding the way only two girls can when they feel lost. I missed her constant chatter, her smiles, her laugh, her opinions when I was in that cell where all the girls ignored me. It was enough to drive someone insane. Just sitting with her here made me happier than I had been in a long time.

Savanna patted me on the shoulder and then the tears came freely, finally. I held onto her and cried, and she joined me. We cried until our eyes burned, our chests heaved and our throat were raw.

Together we fell asleep, holding each other on the floor in front of the slowly dying fire. We ignored the expensive beds with the heavy covers and slept there on the rug.

Hi this is Savanna here! My friend Envy wrote this fic. I am letting her use my account for this fic since she doesn't have one. So I must give credit where credit is due! Read and Review!