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Chapter One: Legends

Sunako Nakahara knew many things. They were random things that no one else would care to know about things that no one cared about, but she knew them. Horror was her specialty.

The things she knew about horror would astound anyone. Moreover, the way she organized her information was more than enough to bother others. Sunako's favorite things to research were legends. She was the go-to person in her school, not that anyone ever approached her.

She did find it funny, however, when some of the girls in her class got into a debate over which was better: vampires or werewolves or other things that go bump in the night.

She would have loved to put in that all of their information was wrong. Vampires were not the way they pictured them. They were monsters of the night, and should only be thought of as such. They would gladly rip apart their bodies in a second without another thought. Vampires only had two thoughts: to feed and sleep. They did not care about anything else, they did not wonder or morn the lost of their humanity, and they did not fall in love with anything, human or not.

Her classmates had werewolves all wrong, too. They thought werewolves as some cute puppy; an unfortunate human that would change into a beast during the full moon. That was wrong. They were not cute puppies, and they did not change just during the full moon. They did not think of themselves as cursed, because they loved it. They loved the feeling of power that ran through their body every time they changed. It was addicting, and they would do anything and everything to do it again – even kill.

In short, neither would be preferable to be trapped in a room with, unless that person happened to be Sunako Nakahara. She would love to die at the hands of either, if only to be near one.

School let out later with Sunako still going through her list of reasons vampires and werewolves, along with others, were so misunderstood. People still found them romantic. Well, so did she, but that was beside the point.

She walked alone, as always, enjoying the solitude it offered. It gave her time to think about certain tings. Today, though, she was planning to make a special stop. Her granny had just received a new shipment and she always gave Sunako a few items for her growing collection.

Sunako entered the dark shop, barely missing the sharp knife that she had hung from the ceiling a few years ago as a joke.

"Granny," she called out cheerfully, bright smile on her pale face. "I'm here."

"Sunako," the elderly woman called from the back. "Come on! Look at what I've got!"

Sunako practically danced to the storeroom in delight of expanding her dark collection. There were a few new boxes already opened when she appeared in the room, her granny half deep in new objects.

"Pick whatever you want, Sunako," she encouraged, an equally bright smile on her face. Her granny really got her.

Sunako eagerly searched through the new items. The observed each thing, went over the history of every torture item with the other woman, and giggled at the shiny blades. Heaven really did exist on earth, she thought brightly.

She came across something at the bottom of one of the boxes: a small velvet box. Sunako opened it quickly, hoping that it was the lost ring of Decana - that would be a true treasure. Instead, the box revealed nothing but a small charm. It was a tear shaped charm in her favorite color, crimson. Nothing special, but something interesting, she figured.

"Granny, do you know what this is?" she asked, holding it out for the other to see.

The elderly woman took the charm from her carefully, and looked over it with an expert eye. "I don't know if I've ever seen it before. It might be in one of my books," she replied quietly.

"I can look, if you'd like," Sunako offered. She loved shifting through the old books. Legends lived in those pages.

Granny gave her a knowing smile. "If you'd like," she said, giving the trinket back to the black haired girl. Sunako grabbed the red drop and glided to the back of the room where the books were stacked on shelves in an organized mess.

Hours later, Sunako had looked through a number of books. She found interesting facts, and read stories and histories that she'd read a number of times before, but found nothing pertaining to the small mystery of the charm.

"Did you find anything, Sunako?" Granny questioned as she dropped another box in the storage room.

Sunako's slumped and she sighed. "Only a small paragraph, Granny, none of it is interesting."

"Well, what does it say?" the elder woman pushed.

"Apparently this piece of jewelry was given to Romelia Hopkin, a young English woman. It was from her lover after he was turned into a vampire; he was never heard from again." Sunako giggled darkly and the thought. "I can't make out the name, but the book says that it's his last drop of blood, frozen for all eternity."

Sunako moved her bored gaze from the book to her Gran. Oddly, the gray-haired shop owner was deep in thought.

"What is it?" Sunako asked with curiosity.

The shorter woman went to the bookshelf to retrieve another leather bound book. "That story actually goes along with a passage I once read." She answered, blowing dust from the large cover. Sunako joined her granny at the bookstand, peering over her shoulder for a better look at the text.

"Ah, here it is," Granny murmured as she pointed an old, wrinkled finger at a passage.

"'When a vampire is 'born','" she read, "'it's last drop of blood, usually located in the heart, is 'saved'. It is then released from the dead body. What the vampire chooses to do with it is their choice."

Sunako stared intently at the yellowed paged. So intently that she jumped when the reader slammed the large, heavy book shut.

"Isn't it all just legends and stories, anyway?" she asked wit a secret smirk. Knowing the younger woman so well, she could already see the wheels of her horror filled mind turning.

"Yeah, useless stories," she agreed lightly. "It doesn't happen. A vampire has no use for a drop of its old blood." Still, a part of her wanted to disagree. She wanted to grab the prefect red drop and find its owner, out there in the wild streets. Adventure, excitement, blood, and horror, her subconscious thoughts screamed. Her blood boiled at the ideas.

"Sunako, it's getting late." Granny interrupted her fast train of thought. "I believe your aunt would…not worry or wonder, but do what she does."

Sunako nodded. Her father's sister was known, seemingly worldwide, for her temper and theatrics. She didn't mind Sunako returning home late, but she did mind from where.

The walk to the large mansion was a quiet, lonely walk. Not that Sunako particularly cared for the company of squeaking girls or girl-obsessed boys. The time alone gave her time to think. And with the red drop secured around her pale neck, standing out startlingly, Sunako was thinking. If the legend wasn't true, what was it doing in such an important book?

The thoughts and questions lasted her to the large house that she lived in. Her aunt met herby the door as she hung her dark coat up.

"Evening, Sunako," she greeted with a friendly ease. "How was your day? You're home late. Was it a boy?" She eagerly awaited the answer.

"I went to Granny's shop again," Sunako replied with her own happiness.

Her aunt's face fell. That answer was expected, but not what she wished to hear.

"Sunako," she started in a firm, yet pleading, tone as she followed Sunako down the hall to her room. "Are you ever going to meet a boy?"

The dark teenager paused outside her door. Half turning back to the older woman, she said, "Why should I, when every woman in my life has risked love and lost it?"

Her aunt stared with wide, watery eyes as she walked into the lightless room.

Sunako dressed for bed and placed in a DVD before contemplating her answer. She did think right now in her life, boys were useless. Even as adults, the three main women in her life had taken the risked and loved someone. They had yet to fully-recover from their individual tragedies, so why should she risk her heart now? She had no desire to become emotionally attached to someone who could only break her heart. Besides, who would want her, horror obsessed, dark, ugly Sunako Nakahara? The thought was unbelievable.

After the movie, she crawled into bed, feeling something unusually cold. Then she remembered the drop. Sunako picked in up to study it once last time before bed. Strangely, it seemed to glow in the too dark room. Could it really belong to a vampire? Did said vampire really give it to Romelia? What was her reaction? Was she happy or horrified at the thought? There were so many unanswered questions.

Sunako placed the mysterious object down. As her mind drifted, she had the passing thought that it seemed to move itself away from her beating heart, but sleep soon overtook her tired mind. And while she slept, she dreamed…

Somehow, a bright mist filled her room, and there was a strange dip in her bed. She opened her sleepy eyes to look toward the unusual difference.

A dark figure was perched comfortably at the end of her bed and Sunako's hand automatically started moving to the knife that she kept around her bed.

"I am sure this is what you are looking for," a silky voice chuckled smoothly.

Sunako stilled. Her knife was wedged uselessly in the bedpost behind the intruder.

Fully awake, she glared at him. "What do you want?"

"Oh, feisty," he said, "and a virgin. I like this one."

Suddenly another voice shattered the dark atmosphere "Ranmaru," it growled, deeper, but just as silky as the first. "Stay focused."

"Ah, but she seems sweet…" the other, Ranmaru, whined. "It's been a while; there are no more feisty virgins. It's not a popular concept anymore."

"No."

"Hey!" Sunako shouted, not liking the conversation in the least. "What do you want?"

"No worries, darling," Ranmaru said, sliding closer to her. She could clearly see him, and almost fainted. Dark read hair and crimson eyes against unblemished, perfect skin. Beautiful, her mind whispered, too beautiful. "We won't hurt you. We just want your pretty necklace."

Necklace? For a moment she was confused. Then she remembered the red drop. Her hand found it in a grip. "No. It's not yours." She responded, the glare returning.

Ranmaru was momentarily shocked. "True," he smiled, showing the white teeth behind his lips. "But I know the person who it belongs to, and he would like it back."

Sunako looked away from the beautiful creature. He knew the vampire that…gave it away? "But I found it," she said less forcefully. "I want to keep it."

"This is not a finders-keeper, losers-weepers situation." She hadn't forgotten about the other one, but his voice sent shivers of shock down her spine. Splendid shivers, do her delight and embarrassment.

"Kyohei, please give the girl a break. She's so pretty." Ranmaru replied, his dark eyes twinkling.

There was a sudden movement before a cold hand fisted around the drop and gave a brutal yank.

Sunako looked up. Cold amethyst eyes…eyes. Too much. Much, too much. Sunako could feel the world slipping away…

She woke up with start, jumping from bed, and grasping for air. The dream…it was too real. There was no way she could make up someone like him. Kyohei.

And Ranmaru was some one else all together.

Quickly, she groped her throat. The red drop was still there…but didn't they want it? Why was it still with her? Would she seem them again?

School was a dull murmur in the back round of her mind as the day went on. The more she thought abut it, Sunako was easily able to convince herself that it was only a dream. She wanted to meet a vampire so bad that she created the beautiful creatures on her own. It was the only explanation, really.

The young student contemplated returning to the shop to do some more research, but decided against it. If she did, she would have to tell Granny about her dream. Instead, Sunako's best option would be to go home and do some snooping on the internet. The information might be a little less reliable, but it would be a start.

With the plan in mind, Sunako rushed home. She brushed past her aunt with a brief "Hello" before locking herself in her room. She dropped her bag in no place in particular and turned on her new computer. Her beloved aunty got her a new model, despite her protest. Although she really couldn't say anything since she had come to love the thing.

Eager for the information to come, Sunako typed in the keywords into the search box.

Vampire's Blood Drop

A number of sites came up and Sunako shifted through many of them, taking notes and rereading passages. She also took time to compare and contrast between sites. It seemed no on could provide proof and the only pictures offered were drawn or painted.

Sunako sighed as she slumped in her chair. She fingered the piece of crimson jewelry, watching carefully as light glinted off it.

"What are you?" she whispered to it, "Where did you come from? Who?"

"I've already told you," that same smooth voice cut through her room. "It belongs to a friend of mine."

Sunako let out a small shout and then gasped. Turning in her chair, Sunako faced one of the creatures from the night before.

"Sorry to surprise you." Ranmaru offered lightly, in a courteous tone. "That was not my intention."

"Ah, don't be a liar, Ranmaru," a new voice commented softly from behind the tall man. He appeared from around him, obviously shorter and seemingly younger. "I am truly sorry for his lies. He gets a shameful pleasure from them." Walking up to her slowly, he offered a pale hand. "My name is Yuki, and I am a vampire. It is a pleasure to meet you."

So the first chapter is out! Some of you have already read it, some haven't. Either way, let me know what you think. Like it? Hate it? Can't stand the idea? Can't stand the writing? Need more time to consider? What's going on?

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Some of you may feel that they are out of character. My answers to this are: It's AU. The things that shaped the characters in Wallflower didn't happen here. Sunako was never told that she was ugly, so she's a bit different. She's going to act different around the guys because of that, and because they're vampires.

I actually didn't know how to deal with that idea at first. In the manga, she doesn't like them because they're too bright for her, but would that have changed if they were vampires? I think it would change things.

I will put up a link of a picture of the drop in my profile. It may not be up now, but it will be soon.

As always, see a mistake, mention it.

Thank you for reading, and thank you for reviewing. Second chapter is on it's way.