Hellos! First I'd like to say, thanks for reading my fanfic! This is my first one, and it will not be a oneshot.

Please and thank you. Vampire Knight, and it's respectful characters and ideas are (c) To Matsuri Hino.

Enari Riven (c) to me. Please don't take my OC D:

PROLOGUE

Outside of the window, the moon glowed white – full today. A good omen, or a bad omen? For whom was it meant? The moon was an omen. And it was not just for one person, but for many.
A large stone building loomed in the darkness – and sounds were heard from it. Lights came, and humans inside moved. Court at night?
Vampires – everyone inside was a Vampire. It was a Vampire Court. Today, the judgment would be made.

The man who stood at the front podium, the accuser, was clearly respected. The way people bowed, and said his name – Hideki-sama. He was a pure blood and one of the most respected – he was old, a few thousand years old, but he looked to be about thirty. His face was perfectly molded, and his body was slender. He was a beautiful man with dark brown hair and pale skin, with golden eyes in the perfect place of his face.
Behind him was an unhappy-looking woman. She looked like the man - the same dark hair, the same perfect face, the same golden eyes and pale skin. Except, instead of anger on her face was remorse and hurt. The Pureblood's - Hideki-sama's - sister. His wife, and his companion in all things. The picture was wrong.
Two more figures stood behind them - very similar to the woman and the man, almost like their clones. One was a boy, who looked cheerful despite everyone else's frightened or gloomy moods, and the other a girl. The girl had the same expression as her mother, and looked fairly frustrated.

On the other side of the elegant courtroom stood another woman. She was as beautiful as most of the court, but compared the the Pureblood's wife, she was like a rock compared to a diamond. She had waist-length, straight light brown hair, and gray stars for eyes. Most of the court was on the other side. Off course they'd support the Pureblood – even the woman's family supported the Pureblood. It was just another omen, but this one was easily readable.

An elderly man, the judge, entered the room. He wore a white wig, and his wary eyes searched the room, before resting at the Pureblood man, and than they darted away again.

Finally, his words were said.
"Bring the girl in."

At once, the white doors opened, and a girl was ushered in. Behind her a man and a woman followed, almost pushing her.
"The Court of Vampires decrees that the case be stated by the Pureblood, Hideki-sama. The case of his.. illegitimate daughter will start." The Judge's voice echoed throughout the room.

The pureblood known as Hideki stood up.
"Obviously her mother has been mistreating her," he spoke critically, throwing a glare at the solitary woman. "The child is five years of age. She can speak, read, and write four languages fluently, play musical instruments, draw, and is far more advanced than a normal child should be."
"All nobles are taught vigorously," the gray-eyed woman stated. The judge gave a reluctant, but agreeing nod.
"This one is taught more vigorously than a normal child. She even knows how to dance, and to be a host. A clever girl, but she needs to have a better life," He threw yet another glare – hatred sparked in his eyes.
"Her life is fine," repeated the woman on the other side.
"The girl has been abused in many ways," the Pureblood continued, paying no attention to the woman. "Physically, verbally, and sexually. Are you telling me that is normal?!" he demanded.
Her face froze; it was a beautiful mask on her face. She could not even deny it.
The Pureblood continued talking, "The House of Riven upholds peace – we will not use violence, but the girl is mine. The ones who have damaged her should consider themselves lucky that they aren't being punished by me," his tone grew ominous.
The gray eyed woman suddenly gave a sob. "The girl belongs with her mother! Besides, what does Ayame-sama have to say about this?" She had a defeated tone in her voice.
The pureblood's wife, looked up, almost eager, but her husband spoke. "I am the head of house. It is my choice whether or not to take the girl." Her expression was wiped away by his words.

And than, all attention was given back to the girl. Through gray eyes, so much like the defendant's, she stared up, suddenly alert. The child had light brown hair, waist length. She was a beautiful child, with pale skin. It was now obvious why the Pureblood's wife was so unhappy. He had taken a mistress, and the little girl was the product of their coupling. She was near-perfect.
"The girl may now speak," the judge said, turning his mind away from the squabble. Her turn. The Vampires leaned in, wondering what she would say.
"Mama says that I'm a sin. That I'm her problem. She said that I have to obey her in everything, take my punishment without complaints. That I have to study hard. And than, my Mama will love me like I love her," the small girl said, giving a small little smile. It was not sad or happy. Emotionless was a good word to describe the little girl's face at that moment. She'd been taught to hide her feelings.
"That's not true!" hissed the woman on the other side. The mistress of the Pureblood – or ex mistress, rather, glared daggers at the girl. The woman behind her pinched the girl sharply – the five year old gave a small jolt, but did not cry out.
With a sudden poof, the stout woman who pinched the girl exploded into matter. The court knew better than to react, but inside, they were shocked.

"The girl will be put down in records as a Pureblood. One of my household. She will be treated with respect, no matter who her mother is," the Pureblood's cryptic voice came. It was cold and frightening, the way someone might speak to someone who has done them great harm. But worse.
It was like ice. And this, this was a command.

The judge nodded, to frightened to refuse – the Pureblood could do as he wanted.

"Come here, girl," he ordered. The court and audience leaned in to look.
The girl obeyed, moving gracefully, her back straight, and her foot steps small. She stared at the man who she did not know.
"Do you know who I am?"
"No." she looked down.
"Your father. And I love you very much."
The five year old stared straight at him, gave a little sob, and ran into the man's arms.
The child's mother's face was stone – and the judge banged his mallet. The judgment was made, and the punishment would be severe.