Long wispy silver locks. Amethyst pearl eyes. Porcelain pale skin.
That's how you would've describe Zero's physical traits.
Innocent. Soft-spoken. Kind. Happy. Petite.
That's how you would've described Zero's personality.
I'm sorry to inform you, your information is false. The tale of Zero is far from what you have heard. Who ever told you that Zero was born from a family of hunter is certainly not true. He was never turned, I mean, how can you make a vampire, a vampire? Yes, you have read correctly, Zero was born a vampire, the Purest of all Pure Bloods to be most exact. Pure and innocent, clear of any sin, the treasure that was thought to be gone is here, you just have to look, for that small flickering speck, that illuminates from, Zero.
Blood Stained Skies.
Blood, a grotesque topic to some, a figment of interest in others, Blood, the factor contributing to the ever so feeble, life. Is how a certain silver haired prefect viewed the subject. Currently he was scrawling some words and random sketches onto his notebook in the middle of English. Never interested in the idea of school or anything educational in that matter, he stood up and promptly made his way to the exist.
"Mr. Zero, where do you think you are going?" The incoherent 'English' of the so called teacher bored him.
"..." The prefect never said much.
And with that he went the roof. Taking out a blood tablet he smothered it into powder between his fingers before letting the dust fly away into the air. He never had to take the tablets, he was more than capable of preserving his blood to last up to a month without feeding intervals. However, Cross was a pain to handle so he made sure to pretend to take a tablet every so often. He sighed, 'how long,' he thought, 'how long do I have to keep up this lie of a life, when can I be free?' He closed his eyes momentarily, and soon drifted off into a sub-conscious state of mind.