It was supposed to be like any other day. Little did I know it was the day my whole life would change.

Chapter 1 ~Kidnapped~

I stared haughtily at my reflection. I looked fierce, I looked perfect and more than ready to take on the world and win that trophy. I ran the brush through my hair one last time as the sweet aroma of breakfast wafted through the house calling everyone to the dinner table and promising a good day. My footsteps rang loud as I bolted down the stairs to meet my day.

Sure Lady Mamoko would be horrified by my unladylike behavior but who cared? She was unemployed on the other side of the country and much too far to reprimand me. I still say good riddance.

"Morning!"

"Breakfast is on the table sweetie."

"Thanks mom!" I kissed her cheek and grabbed a plate off her hand.

"Thank you dear."

"Why so lively today baby girl?" I look a my father and glare.

"Dad! I told you to stop calling me that. I'm 14 already."

He smiles at me and my anger slowly melts away."I know I know. Hard to believe how big you are these days. It was just yesterday that you were asking me to 'take you to see the pretty hornless unicorns.'"

"I was five." I dead panned. "And to answer your question today's the cheerleading meet."

"And of course my baby girl will bring home that trophy."

His billowed laugh does nothing to distract me from my hated nickname. "DADDY!"

A towel cloth hits dad in the head interrupting him from any other embarrassing comments. "Honey stop teasing Yuki. Here Yuki eat up you'll need your energies for today."

"Thanks a million mom." I start choking down the down a piece of toast and milk and quickly stand up. "Umm gall be lawing firgt. Gawt pwarive firgt twing. (I'll be leaving first I have practice first thing)."

Mom hardly seems impressed by my display of lack of manners and simply points back to my chair in distaste. "Sit down and eat first, like a normal person. I did not make this breakfast so that you'd leave with an empty stomach." Replied mom while putting another plate of bacon in front of me.

"Fine but at this pace I'll be late and fat and pudgy*."

"Good you need it. You look like a stick."

I giggle from the spoon poking me and swat at the offending hand. "Daddy stop, please."

"Hai hai."

I check out the clock and nearly do choke. "Dammit I'm late again! Coach is going to kill me!"

"Language Yuki." Scolded mom.

"Good luck Baby Girl!"

"We'll get out of work early to see you later."

"Thanks, SEE YOU GUYS LATER." I shout at them while running full speed to school. 'Today's going to be a great day. I feel it.'

*After School* Cheer meet

I paced back and forth behind the curtains. We were up in a few minutes and neither mom nor dad had shown up yet. "Where are they? They promised they'd be here."

"Relax Yuki. They're probably caught up in the traffic or something."

Meet Miyako, my best friend and captain of our cheer squad. She's like the stereotype of most cheerleaders, drop dead gorgeous with platinum blond hair (which I doubt has ever seen a bad hair day). Add a very gracious C-cup, petite hourglass figure and green almond like eyes and you've got a Barbie out of Malibu. Her figure makes her perfect for a flyers but ironically she's afraid of heights, yet does just fine when we throw her. Go figure.'

"What if they don't make it in time? What if they don't want to see me?" I screech.

A sharp pain on my cheek brings me out of my funk. "Calm down! You're making the others nervous."

"Thanks Kaoru. But next time be GENTLER!"

"No thanks. I'm good."

This was Kaoru, another of my best friends. She has shoulder-long rich black hair, brown eyes that seem to look into your soul and a B-cup. She's the most athletic of the three and completely in love with baggy clothes. How we dragged her into the team (and a mini skirt) remains one of Earth's greatest mysteries.'

"Why you—"

A hand covering my mouth and Kaoru's head stopped any further argument. "Lets just calm down everyone and concentrate on doing our best ok?"

It was times like these that I didn't envy Miyako. She had to deal with a bunch of teenage girls, their drama plus her own. Nope didn't envy her one bit. Got to give her props she really knew how to pacify and pump up a team.

"YEAH!"

"Up next is *insert name here* High!"

"Let's rock them!"

I nod and I open up our performance why a triple backflip. It was time to shine.

*Time Skip*

"Mom, dad I'm home! You guys missed it we definitely kicked ass out there. We came in second but we're still in the running!" I had put my house shoes on when I noticed the silence. The house was rarely silent. Even when no one was home there was always some kind of sound. 'Something's going on.'

"Mom? Dad?" I call again trying to ignore the fear that was growing. "Where are you guys?"

I walk deeper into the house hoping for some kind of explanation. I enter the living room and nearly vomit. The whole room looked like someone had taken a paint brush and painted it red…and in the middle of it all was my father. He was still in his work clothes so that meant he probably stopped here before my meet.

I didn't want to check for a pulse (not that I knew how anyways) and judging by all the blood (it had to be his. It had to be all his. Mom couldn't— not both of my parents. Not mom.) he had probably dead for hours.

That didn't mean my subconscious would understand that.

"DADDY! Daddy wake up please daddy. Daddy no. You can't be dead. Daddy!" 'No it can't be true. This is just a nightmare, just a nightmare.' A thought strucked my mind. 'If dad is here, where was mom?'

"MOM!? MOM ARE YOU HERE? MOM ANSWER ME! Please mom answer me." I forced myself to get up and l-leave d-dad. I had to-had to find mom.

Next to the living room and opposite from the way I came was the kitchen. Sounds. I could hear sounds in the kitchen. Maybe it was mom crying. Maybe she was hurt and crying for help. Maybe—

There was a man in the kitchen. A man leaning over my mother. But he wasn't helping her, he was drinking her blood. "W-what?"

The man's head swiveled towards me, his blood red eyes looking at me as if staring at my soul, he has blood dribbling down his chin mom's blood. "Another human, but different, better."

"Who are you? Why are you doing this!?"

His head cocked to the side and his blood stained whites caught the last of the sun's light. "I'm more of a what than a who. As for what I am...I'm sure you know the answer."

"V-vampires aren't real."

"Oh but we are. I wouldn't be here otherwise would I?" He started making his way to me.

"S-stay away from me!" I back up slowly while he keeps walking forward.

"I can't do that. I'm intrigued by you. I want to drink your blood." He kept stalking towards me but I'm trapped by wall.

With no where to go I was forced to come face to face with him. I wanted to run, to scream, push back against him but I was frozen in fear. I couldn't do anything as he nuzzled my neck and the putrid smell of blood overwhelmed every sense.

"I want to make you mine. I want to devour you." He whispers in my ear. "Come with me willingly or I'll kill you right here."

"No please d-don't." Don't kill me. Don't take me.

"I'll be nice and let you bring one thing you want. You have ten minutes. Oh and Onna? If you run you're dead."

I hurry out of the room and away from it as fast as I can. I rush to pack my most important possessions. My mom's journals, my dad's photo album, and my favorite doll, Angel. She's been with me since the day I was born. It's my dad's first doll. He always gave me one for my birthday, no matter how old I was. I pretended I outgrew them but we all knew I loved my dolls. Tears stream down when I remember the cooling body of my father on the floor below. 'Daddy.'

I placed everything into a bag and walk back to my new captor. "I believed I said one thing."

"But-"

His red yes bore into me and I slowly comply. I grabbed Angel and dropped everything else.

"Hold onto me." I look down at the floor and slowly -ever so fucking slowly-obey him.

That's how my new life started. At the mercy of a vampire that could kill me anytime he wanted and nobody who could or even would stop him. 'My new prison and I'm his prisoner.' With that truth ringing through my mind I dropped to my knees and cried.

Here's my second fanfic. This time Vampire Knight. Hope y'all like it. R&R people, I work faster that way.

~volpe-chan~

*P.S: I mean no disrespect to anyone. In this fic Yuki is a fourteen-year-old cheerleader and even if she wasn't, most fourteen-year-old girls comment on their appearance and that of others. Cheerleaders also have this stereotype that they dislike certain types of people and I'm only building up on that by a smudge. I personally don't care what others look like and try not to judge them on their appearance.

I REPEAT! VIOLET VOLPE HAS NO PROBLEMS AND TRIES NOT TO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST PEOPLE FOR THEIR APPEARANCE, BELIEFS, SEX, RACE OR WHATEVER ELSE PEOPLE DISCIMINATE FOR. THE VIEWS AND ACTIONS OF THE CHARACTERS DO NOT DEPICT MY BELIEFS.