Hey guys, I'm back again with a new story and this time it's VK! I'm so excited to write something for a series that I've read so many years ago. Hope you guys enjoy this!

As my world faded into a obsidian void

There was only one emotion that I could clearly recall

One that made me feel as though I was a marionette

This feeling was not my own

This sense of wanting revenge…

...Tsuki no Fukushu...

Thump, Thump!

I was standing in a dark space, nothing surrounding me but empty white walls, and a eerie ray of white being my only source of light.

How on Earth did I get here?

I could help but let out a sigh, halting my movements when I saw that I was getting void seems almost endless, and no matter how far I walked, there was no sign of escaping. Fear tried to claw at the back of my mind but I quickly shut it out, I didn't have time to be afraid...

Why was I subjected to a mental prison such as this?

My own thoughts resounded throughout the space, and the reverberation made me put my hands up to my ears. My hands curling into my thick vermillion hair as I squeezed with all of my might to push out the haunting echo.

It's simple, to stop the echo just stop thinking. Is what I would normally think of as a solution. But my thoughts were my only source of solace. It was as though my consciousness wanted me to be sentenced to my own personal hell. With no one around, just me and my thoughts until I leave this place.

I don't get it, I just don't get it…

I can't even remember how I managed to get here, the last thing that I can remember before my world faded around me was the piercing sensation of pain in my neck and a smooth coldness pressing against my face. But I can't seem to recall anything else...

Someone… anyone, help me understand…

I knew that calling out for help wouldn't be useful, so I just kept my inner pleas to myself, and continued to walk along the black and white tiles that danced across the floor. If it wasn't for the scuff and burn marks that littered the tiles, I almost would have deemed them beautiful because of their design.

But that doesn't help me find a way to get out of here, I don't want to stay here any longer. I have people that I would like to return to…

Thump, Thump!

Who are they, who are they?

I didn't entirely know the answer myself but I practically knew that someone would miss my presence. I could see their distorted figures, but I couldn't seem to recall who they were, and it made a sense of self-frustration bubble up inside of me. The last thing I wanted to happen was to make someone sad, being a burden to others was something that I knew that I ultimately abhorred.

"..." A voice suddenly reached my ears, so faint that I almost didn't catch it. It made me startled, but I knew that I would have to go towards it. Maybe it was the solution for me to be able to get out of here.

"Um, hello?" I questioned, looking around, and squinting my eyes to be able to see past the darkness. I honestly didn't know what to expect when I came across that voice, but I doubt that it would become my downfall.

The voice seemed to get louder the closer I got towards it, and I realized that they were silently weeping. Their soft gasps for air that they released as they tried to contain their sobbing. It really made my heart lurch, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for that person.

I began to pick up my pace, walking in a steadfast past to reach that voice as soon as possible. I knew that if I were to interact with it, I'd be able to obtain answers to my questions.

Thump, Thump, Thump!

But as I was walking, I couldn't help but notice that the scenery around me was changing. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp of surprise when light immediately flooded my surroundings, swallowing the ominous darkness whole.

Even though it was artificial lights hanging from the ceiling that currently surrounded me, I couldn't help but take in the sights of the items around me.

The floors were pristine clean and were practically glimmering as the wood almost showed your reflection. The walls were painted a soft cream color and there was matching decorum around the area. It almost looks like a house of some sort, and a really nice one at that.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my own breathing to be able to tell where the voice came from, and the weeping seemed to be louder from upstairs.

I looked around, finding that the stairs was to the side of the living room at the end of the hallway. Taking in another deep breath, I start to walk down the wooden hallway. My bare feet were softly padding across the floor, and I couldn't help but stop when I spotted a odd family portrait.

There were holes where the daughter and the father were, but the mother and younger son were smiling happily.

If it weren't for those holes in the portrait, I'd say that they were quite happy together.

They were a family, and the thought warmed my heart somehow.

Thump, Thump!

I finally reached the base of the stairs and I couldn't help but shudder in anticipation at what was upstairs. Those quiet cries almost sounded familiar and my sense of empathy deepened at hearing them.

I took a couple of steps up the stairs, making sure they didn't creak under my weight and I felt relief wash over me once I reached another hallway. There appeared to be four rooms, and a part of me wanted to investigate, but I needed answers so I promptly ignored my curiosity.

I could wonder why my mind conjured up something like this later…

Taking a couple of tentative steps towards a door, I leaned in to listen, and the crying seemed to get worse. Even when I politely knocked on the door.

When I pushed open the door, the tension in the room was very heavy. I felt almost as though it was knocking the breath out of my lungs.

Upon entering the room, the sobbing ceased, and the person was laying in a bed. They were trembling so badly that it made me carry myself over to the side of the bed.

Harsh sunlight trickled into the room, revealing all of the dust surrounding the almost bare room.

"Hello, are you alright…?" I quietly asked the person, grabbing them by the shoulder to pull the cover off of them. Not only did I want answers but I wanted to comfort them too.

When I finally succeeded in pulling back the covers, a face oh so familiar appeared in my line of sight. Utter confusion was the first emotion I felt before the fear I repressed flooded through me, and it left me at a shock. There's another me…?!

"What…!" I stumbled away from the bed and fell onto the floor, my eyes widening at the sight before me.

Well… it was me in that bed. Her hair was its usual messy vermilion that was kept in a ponytail and her eyes were that same pale brown. It was as though I was staring into a mirror, and I couldn't help but blink incredulously.

"What's going on, why are you here?" I ask her, and she lets out a deep sigh before getting out of the bed and sitting in the floor in front of me.

I couldn't help but narrow my eyes cautiously at how fluid and graceful her motions were, and it was so unlike me. The very aura around this carbon copy version of me was completely wrong.

"I see that someone decided for you that it was time for you to awaken." She told me in a soft tone, as if she was my mother who was trying to explain something complicated to me. It was strange really, to hear myself talk like that.

"What do you mean 'awaken'? I'm only a vampire hunter. I don't need to awaken anything besides being to get back to reality." I told her, confusion coursing through me at her words. What could she possibly be talking about?

"I've been trapped in here for years and someone of a strong descent requires my help and that is why they've tried to awaken you." She tries to explain better, but her words only left me feeling lost and confused. Even my present memories felt to distant for me to recall, and I didn't even know how I got here.

"I don't have any form of my memories and I don't even know how I got here. Could you explain that to me and help me get out of here?" I ask, feeling frustration rise inside me as I tried to access my memories. It was as though someone put a mental block on me and it was making my headache whenever I tried to recall a memory.

"We've mostly definitely got time, I'll explain to you everything. Especially how it all began…" She spoke and a white light consumed me and I had no idea what was happening.

Pain coursed through my entire being like a wildfire, and I couldn't help but let out a scream of agony. The world around me was breaking, and soon I was drowning in my own consciousness. My other self became an echo in my head, and paranoia flooded my being.

All of my memories of the present ran through my mind, as though the floodgates in my mind have been released.

And I was suddenly thrown back to where it all started. A rueful smile appeared on my face as I stared at the building in front of me.

Here, at Cross Academy...