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"Now my dear sweet Sara do you remember what I told you about the ball?"

Father asked me feigning sweetness in his voice, he could barely hide the distaste he had when my name left his mouth. It was to be expected I was not the daughter he wanted; I'm always too innocent or too good willed to take charge of the Shirabuki line as he puts it. The best thing for me is to just marry off to a powerful Pureblood and look pretty.

"Yes. They look at me as their prey so I can't show them any weaknesses, I must appear coldhearted and emotionless."

My father grunted in approval before leaving the room.

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The ballroom was beautiful more so than usual. I guess that has to do with the fact that apparently I am coming of "age" so I need to look good and ready to be married off. Being forced to nod at every compliment these lower ranked vampires threw at me was tiresome. I used to get flattered but not since I learned to discern feigned respect from genuine greetings. I had my father to thank for that after all who else would be better to teach me the art of lying.

"You must be Princess Sara."

A messy blonde haired boy greeted as he gently kissed my hand. He seemed very tense and uncomfortable, almost nervous. His physical age was still that of a kid. How sad.

"No need for the formalities, I can tell you're not used to it." I replied bitterly, I'm so used to my emotionless mask that my voice seemed monotonous.

"But if I don't, how will I get used to it?" the boy flashed a nervous smile.

"So you're saying I'm just a training dummy?"

"Uhh no! That's not what I mean I-uhh."

I giggled lightly causing him to ease up. But my small smile soon turned to a frown. Why is it that everyone seemed to be so scared of me? Like I have this aura that made everyone around me uncomfortable. I either get the overly respectful buffoons or the honest people that is just too nervous to be around me. But I should be happy about this image, after all that's what my father wanted right?

"Sara-sama are you alright?" the boy asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." I recomposed myself refusing to let a sliver of emotion escape.

"That's good to hear!" he flashed a brilliant smile. But what really captivated me about that smile was that it was real, not faked like these other insignificant worms around me.

"Well I'm off it was nice talking to you!" he waved happily before sliding past the crowd.

"Wait I haven't got your name…" I whispered quietly, for some reason I just couldn't find my voice.

"Ahh Sara there you are, where have you been." My father's relieved tone turned to anger as he gripped my shoulder causing me to wince in pain.

"I'm sorry…" I muttered under my breath only loud enough for him to hear. He roughly dragged me upstairs, I looked at the sea of faces hoping one would take notice of this abuse. I found none. I growled lowly, they wouldn't care for my wellbeing anyway.

"Ouri-dono, this is my daughter Sara." My father greeted, lightly shoving me towards the other Pureblood.

"Greetings Ouri-sama." I curtsied feigning a gentle and sweet voice like I was ordered to.

The older vampire's uncaring eyes scanned over my body before holding up my hand and gently kissing it.

"Pleasure to meet you Sara-chan." His voice still not caring, just like his eyes. His body may be here but his mind is somewhere else.

I just stood there, what am I supposed to do? My father insisted on me to befriend Ouri-sama yet he doesn't even seem a bit interested in me. His blank stare sent a shiver down my spine. His lips curled to a slight smile, finally saying something after such a long silence.

"Such a cute child."

He turned away and glided past the rest of the guest.

What in the world did that mean? I felt myself burning with rage I hate being treated like a child. I wanted to wring his neck, but I stand no chance against him.

I needed someone to talk to, one that isn't a fake or an elitist jerk. That blonde haired kid… If only I could find him amongst that crowd. He was the only real person here.

Ignoring everyone's effort to talk with me I finally found him. The pretty child that I was sure to grow into a handsome Royalblood.

I growled lowly when I saw him talking with someone else. Ahh yes I know who that other vampire is. The Pureblood Kaname Kuran.

How dare he talk to any other Pureblood but me! I seethed inwardly. I need to own him; he's mine and only mine. He was the only one who was being real with me and I refuse to share him anyone else.

"Hello there pretty~" a childish voice interrupted my train of thoughts. Recomposing myself, I turned over to see who the wretched voice belonged to.

A blue haired child stood before me, oh yes I remember him, Toma-sama. He was just a weak child even if he was a Pureblood and his choice of fashion was an eyesore as well. Seriously a clown suit at my party? The nerve.

He took my hand but instead of gently kissing it like I'm used to, he nibbled it. Disgusting. I tried to withdraw my hand but he bit down harder. I finally managed to yank my hand out of his mouth and tried to slap him but my hand was caught before it could hit his face.

"Tsk Tsk, so feisty I like that." Toma laughed mockingly. At that moment I wanted to sink my hand into his chest and rip his pathetic heart out. But I had to control myself, fearing the consequences if I didn't.

His free hand caressed my neck, trailing down to my chest. I gasped in horror, I knew I should fight him but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by fear. He took a long tress of my hair and sniffed it slowly. I finally summoned the courage to slap his hand away but at that moment I regretted it. In a flash of light he grasped my neck gripping tightly as if trying to crush me. I couldn't speak or cry for help. I scanned the room, people were around us. But no one said or did anything. Some watched; others resumed their conversation.

Anger rising inside me. These vampires… they care nothing for me. As if their feigned respect wasn't enough of a mockery, they have to continue their disgrace by not even batting an eye at my situation. Closing my eyes I waited for it to all end…

"That's no way to treat a lady."

The voice was so familiar, it sounded like the blonde child from earlier, or maybe I'm just having a near death hallucination. I was brought back to reality when my neck was finally freed from Toma's iron grip.

"Are you okay?" a melodic voice asked. I slowly opened my eyes to see who my savior was. It was indeed the blonde Royalblood from earlier. So someone did care. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I subconsciously embraced him in a hug.

"You dirty scum, how dare you touch me? You have some nerve!" Toma seethed angrily as he stalked towards us. One of his eyes was missing; it must've got punched out his face. Serves him right.

"I won't let you lay a finger on Sara-sama!" he stood over me in a protective manner.

Toma laughed lightly sending a shiver down my spine. Toma may be pathetic but he's still a Pureblood and as such there's no way a Royalblood could dare stand in his way.

"That's quite enough from you Toma." Kaname cool voice immediately silenced the younger vampire. Toma glared defiantly at Kaname but after realizing the older Pureblood wouldn't stand down Toma scattered into bats and fled.

"T-thank you…" finally managing to find my voice.

"You're welcome." The blonde smiled.

"TAKUMA!" an older blonde male stomped his way past the crowd, anger evident in his eyes.

"Ahh grandpa…"

"Do not speak. I will discipline you later for this." The older man growled, dragging away my hero.

I tried once again to speak, to explain that he saved me and that he shouldn't be punished for raising his hand against a Pureblood. But once again I lost my voice…

But at least I know his name now… that's good right?