Some information: This is an AU fic. I have set this in the future, about twenty years in the future actually. The VK cast will appear, but probably not often nor will this fic focus on them. I have also recently edited the chapter to make it flow better and to cut out more rambling parts and those that don't fit or lead nowhere. ^_^

To wrap this up, I'd like to point out that in this universe, Yuuki, (or Yuki, which ever you prefer) chose to stay with Kaname and as for Zero, well he found his soul mate. Most of this story will be told from the MC's pov. If it changes, I will make sure you know so as not to confuse anyone. I enjoy feedback and hope that my little story will blossom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. Any and all characters in that series belong to Hino Matsuri, who I adore! I love her work! x3 (MeruPuri is my favorite so far) The OCs and plot line do belong to me though. -Tsuki (dreamerxofxroses)

As the Snow Falls: Night One

Snow. White snow falling around my limp body. A bloody rose in my hand. I was already half dead when I was attacked. I had no strength. I felt nothing. I was numb. I could feel that my life was slipping away as the cold seeped into my body. I didn't think about anything. I just stared as the snow fell. I was going to die, I knew I was and yet I did not fight, and I did not just fall into darkness either. My mind was as numb as my body. I could only stare as the blood crazed creature leapt forward, and again watched as it was killed quickly. I blinked, waking a little from my trance, and saw a pair of eyes before me. He was one of them. One of those beasts in human form.

A vampire.

He spoke to me and I did not hear him. I did not respond. I was so tired and my body so cold. I was most likely shivering, but too far gone to notice. He shook me lightly and picked me up. Why was he helping me? Why did he save me? My hand fell limply to the side, but the rose did not fall out of my hand. One crimson drop of blood fell onto the pure white snow, tainting it. I stared at it as my vision blurred and I finally allowed myself to sleep.

I was only ten when it happened, yet that's all I can remember. Everything is a blur before that…I wish I knew why, yet at the same time I don't. Odd isn't it? I want to know, but my fear is greater than my curiosity. I am grateful to the person who saved me. I can't remember who he was. Only his scent as he carried my battered body away.

Oh dear, you don't know who I am yet. How rude of me. My name is Mizuno Tsuki. I am 17 years old. I am an orphan, or so I've been told, I live with my guardian, and I have black hair and dark brown eyes. My features are average and are nothing special. Currently, I am sitting in class, staring out the window. It's a hobby of mine. I seem to share it with many other students.

"President, the last bell just rang." I snapped out of my daze and nodded as I picked up my books. As this person pointed out, I am the President of the Day Class, and a top student. All of my memories are of this school. I have never stepped foot outside the gates, even to go to town, since my arrival those years ago.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming again." I smiled a bit at her. It was…a classmate of mine, Tanaka Rukia.

"We should hurry. The night class is going to come soon. I'd rather avoid those screams." I nodded and we left the classroom. There was a group of people there. I nodded to them and we walked towards our dorm.

"President, it's the Night class." We paused and turned to look as the girls started to scream. I laughed at them lightly.

"I pity them. Let's go. Our prefect has enough to deal with." We turned and continued on. I felt a stare and turned my head. I saw a pair of violet eyes. How familiar. I looked away and kept walking with my small group of people. We only numbered seven. My little pack entered the Sun dorm as the sun began to set. I was always careful to come to the dorms at curfew and follow the rules. My guardian was the Headmaster of the School and has taken care of me for a long time. I owe him so much, it's only fair that I follow the rules he has created at this institution. I do my best to make him proud of me and to not be a burden to him. He is a kind man though he is a bit too enthusiastic at times.

"Rest well Mizuno-sama." I nodded and went to my room. I was always addressed as Mizuno-sama by her. Ever since I can remember, random people I don't know would bow to me. They were either students or the occasional visitor. I don't know why and I just accepted it. I was about to lay down in bed when I noticed the moon was glowing oddly. It seemed…blue. I walked over to the balcony in my pajama bottoms and tank top to stare at it. Slowly, the light filled my eyes and I felt a warmth run through me. I closed my eyes and felt myself slip out of consciousness.

"Kuran-sama, is there something wrong?" He, Kuran, looked at his textbook.

"No, it's nothing important. I'm going to see the headmaster." He left and did not go to the headmaster's office as he said he was. Instead, he stared at the moon and the glowing figure laying on a far away balcony. His gaze soften considerably as he looked at the figure with sadness and longing in his eyes. "It's almost time, my dear girl." He turned and went to speak to the headmaster, his eyes and pale skin glowing in the moonlight.

Am I dreaming? No, it's more like a memory.

"Tsuki, run! Quickly!"

"Okaa-sama!"

"Tsuki, get out of here. Don't look back no matter what! Just keep running!"

"Otou-sama!"

"Tsuki!" They yelled and then I heard screams. I looked down and saw blood all over my hands and on the white spaghetti strapped dress I was wearing. There was blood on my face as well.

"…no…STOP!" I yelled

I gasped and opened my eyes. It was nearly dawn and I was lying on my small balcony. I shivered and stood up shakily. I walked over to my bed and hugged my knees as I kept trembling. Tears ran down my face and I didn't know why. I took a bath to get the feeling of blood off of me and then changed into my uniform. I went to class pushing aside what remained of that nightmare. It wasn't that difficult. All my dreams were always forgotten the moment I woke up. I never knew the reason for it. I only ever remember flashes of colors, normally white or crimson. Sometimes a lingering feeling would accompany it. This was not one of those times. With my dream forgotten and my feelings suppressed, I walked down the halls and no one noticed anything different about me.

Yes, it's just another day.