And I will find the enemy within/ Because I can feel it crawl beneath my skin

Dear Agony…

Rosario + Vampire: Death of the Dawn

Chapter 3

[Abigail's POV]

"Sing the anthem of the angels!/And say the last goodbye." I sang. The song was by Breaking Benjamin, one of my all-time favorite bands. Seeing as this was my first day in class the teacher decided to pick on me a bit and had me a sing one of my favorite songs. I knew this one by heart, it wasn't too terribly hard to remember, but it did convey a sorrowful message to those who understood its meaning, but I still liked it, it made me feel as if I wasn't the only one….

"Thank you, Abby for that wonderful performance!" The teacher, (I couldn't quite remember her name) congratulated me. I bowed once before walking forward and moving back to my seat, which happened to be next to a small-voiced girl with blue hair and an (excuse the pun) icy aura surrounding her. I remembered her being one of the girls that jumped all over Tsukune yesterday, although she stayed back a bit and calmly looked on as if it were a casual appearance and that she didn't see the other girls as competition, though I wasn't too sure what she saw me as, despite that I tried my hardest to make it apparent that I wasn't interested in Tsukune.

"Hi," I said to her, trying to be friendly enough to where she didn't attack me or something, (you can never be too sure with these silent types). Something in the back of my mind told me I shouldn't be doing this, but then I realized it was my paranoia (AKA Vampiria).

"Hi," She said, the end of a lollipop sticking out of the side of her mouth, if I really focused I could've sworn the room temperature dropped a few degrees, as if someone had forgotten to turn up the thermostat. "Who are you?"

"Oh, me? My name's Abigail Kuniya, nice to meet you."

"Mizore Shirayuki," the girl replied, absentmindedly clawing a name into her desk, I couldn't quite make out what it was, but from what I'd learned from observation and Moka, that name was most likely Tsukune's.

We didn't say much following that, just a couple words here and there about classes and, on Mizore's part, Tsukune. When she talked about him she spoke with such joy and love, that it almost made me gag. I told her how I wasn't all too interested in Tsukune, but that I thought he was a nice guy, if not for his apparent 'relationship issues'.

After class was done I packed my stuff up, but I hadn't made it out the door before she asked me a question.

"Hey… Wanna come visit the Newspaper Club? We're running a little short on members, what with Gin always missing." She asked, her quiet voice sounding even quieter in the nearly empty classroom.

"Sure," I replied, keeping my calm mask on while she packed up her stuff. When she finished packing we walked to the clubroom, Mizore telling me how she came to meet Tsukune and the others, and eventually joining the Newspaper Club.

"Hey. You in any clubs yet?" Mizore asked as we approached the clubroom. It looked like any other classroom from the outside, except for the sign above the door.

"Nah, haven't had time, what with schoolwork and all." I half-lied. Schoolwork wasn't the issue, I just didn't have much time what with my manga and Vampiria doing the chores for me while I took a nap.

"You should join. Its really fun. We get to go on all sorts of adventures." She replied. Her voice always maintaining that indifferent tone it usually has, as if she doesn't really care about anything.

"I'll think about it." I reply, waving goodbye to her as she entered the clubroom. After she closed the door behind her, I departed for my dorm, hoping to get some sleep while Vampiria made dinner and all that shit.

I am standing in a courtyard, a manor looming above me, the twin spires piercing the sky like spears. Beside me are my sisters, but how I know that I can't be sure. To my left is my younger sister, her orange hair swaying the wind, tied into two ponytails on either side of her head, her pet bat resting on her shoulder. To my right is my twin, her silver hair and red eyes the only things to give away that she is more than just a seven year old girl. On the horizon, a horse-drawn carriage carries our mother off, and resting on the ground in front of us… is a Rosario. A beautiful silver cross with a ruby embedded in the center. I can't recall my sister's name or the name of my mother, though if I search hard enough I can barely remember that my mother's name begins with an A. In my right hand I am holding my most prized possession. An ancient demonic sword, a treasure that I later lost and was never able to find. I remember its name clearly, as I spoke it every night when I went to bed, a safeguard that kept the fears away when I was three: Laevateinn. A legendary demoic sword. A blade not many people get the honor of wielding… and through the mist of rememberance, I can faintly remember my mother's parting words:

"Abby. One day that blade will leave you to find another whose duty it is to wield it. But don't worry. I'm sure that the two of you will meet again someday, somehow. Be strong Abby."

A blade that not many have the honor to wield… and I lost it when I was nine. It had helped me survive those first few years in the human world, MY world. It became the last piece of my fractured memory that I still had left… other than my name… a name that struck fear into the hearts of all creatures, though I soon forgot it….

…Shuzen.

A/N: BOOM! BALL DROP!

Thank you all for your support, now mind you, this is a dream. Abby remembers none of it when she wakes up... not even the ball drop.

Thanks to AnonymousAK for allowing me to use his characters and, dare I say it, sword.

New character next chapter! Well. Two.

Keep the support coming! Cya next time!