I don't own vampire knight. I just own my old feelings towards it and the fact that I enjoy writing for different series. I apologise if I make anyone ooc some of these characters are new archetypes for me to write for. I will be working with shorter chapters about 1K-5K at the beginning, so around five or so pages, it will get longer as the story progresses. Please enjoy!

1

Pitter-patter. The rain slowly hit against the stone covered ground. Pieces of the stone were torn up and scattered as though someone had decided to go through the area with a pickaxe. It was deathly silent in the small grounds of a church, save for the pitter-patter of rain. A single figure stood against the darkness of the night, wearing a cloak with the hood drawn over their head.

"Of course, it had to rain," the figure sighed, a small white cloud following their action.

"Keep your eye on the prize," A voice said from under their black cloak.

"Shut up. It's coming," The figure groused as they slowly pulled something from under the cloak.

A strange sword came out. Its blade was of a peculiar material that was dark coloured and was almost taller than the figure themselves—a claymore, something that seemed unusual in the modern ages. The figure paused for a few seconds and then tilted its head. They were listening for something that only they could hear. A crash sounded in the distance a while away from the figure, and they slowly slid their feet apart, showing a lack of shoes. A rattling echoed against the rain, a small chain from the figure's left ankle hit the ground upon their movement.

"Where is my precious Bell-Chan?!" A roar went through the area, and the figure baulked slightly.

"Don't give up now," The unknown voice barked from under the cloak, "if you do that, then you'll never be free."

"Free...huh?" The figure questioned, "A part of me doesn't even care about being free, I just...I want happiness."

"Mistress," The voice murmured, losing its harshness.

The figure swiftly turned to the side when light entered their field of view. They brought an arm up to block it. The sudden pain to their eyes had been too much. A wild wind went through the area, felling several trees along the way. It knocked back the figure's hood, revealing a teenage girl who couldn't be older than sixteen. Her pink eyes were half-lidded in an attempt to stay aware of their surroundings. The shoulder-length white hair on her head smacked into her face several times from the wind, minor cuts appearing on her pale skin.

"Your wish...has been granted."

"Wish?" The girl asked before her eyes went blank and her body pitched forward.

"Oh, I hope she's okay!" A male voice worriedly stated.

"Mistress, please wake up," The voice from under her cloak stated, and she found herself refusing to open her eyes, "this strange man won't stop feeding me biscuits."

The girl woke to the sight of a man with long blonde hair in a ponytail and a green shawl wrapped around his shoulders, feeding her familiar another biscuit. The girl audibly sighed at that, confused as to why someone would be providing her familiar biscuits of all things. Her sudden awareness startled the man, and he sent her a worried look before it changed. She noted the glint in his eyes, the seriousness suddenly taking them over.

"What were you doing in the snow?" The man asked, and she flinched at his voice.

His only response was a quiet noise that showed she didn't want to answer. Her pink eyes focused on her bandaged fingers. Ah, her tiny, bandaged fingers at that. Her mind came to a screeching halt as she flexed her fingers slightly. Those were her fingers, but they should be longer. All those years of playing the piano had paid off and granted her the pianist hands she knew people craved. A part of her could see those long appendages gently pressing down on the keys as a melody would begin to fill the silence. The only time she would be granted happiness in her long life.

"I don't like the idea of a little girl being alone in the snow," The man sighed as her familiar slowly curled around her wrist.

"I'm sorry...for imposing on you like this," She softly apologised, "I can leave if you want."

He let out a sound that let her know that he did not want her to do that. Her pink eyes widened in shock as he began to tell her that it would be a stupid thing for her to go out into the cold after being left as she had been. Her familiar let out a pained grunt as her belly let her know it was too full. The girl knew that she hadn't been left behind in the snow, as the man so eloquently informed her, but she had been...what was she doing? Her mind was all foggy, as though someone had tried to perform mind magics on her without her knowledge.

"Your wish has been granted."

The girl flinched at the sudden voice in her head. She hadn't made a wish! Or...did she? She had wanted to be happy. She gave the still rambling man a quick look under her lashes. Would that man be able to help her find her happiness? Was that even possible for a monster like her? Should it be possible? Her kind were bloodthirsty monsters that acted as though they were above humans. What right did she have to play human? Would it be possible for her to play human?

"Mister...do you even know what I am?" She softly asked, "Your reaction earlier makes me think that you do."

"I know," He confirmed, and she sent him a strange look, "but I also know that not all vampires are evil."

"But...all I've ever met was evil vampires," She countered, "what if I'm an evil vampire?"

He let out a soft laugh at that and brought a hand up to ruffle her hair. Her eyes widened in shock from the unfamiliar action. He was quick to see another reaction as he gently poked her nose. An annoyed look overtook her face.

"I think you might be too small to be evil," He stated.

"Mistress, you look like you're four," Her familiar informed her, "I would be careful from here on out."

She didn't get to say anything when her stomach loudly growled. Her pale cheeks slowly turned a bright red as she grew embarrassed. The man held out a large hand, and she hesitated before putting her own small one into it. He took her to a nice kitchen, the knickknacks and appliances making it homely, and had her sit at the round dining table. She took a seat, kicking her feet back and forth as she enjoyed the sensation. She'd never done that before. When she was initially that small, she had already been placed within her cage. A bird that was unable to escape, that's what she had been called. She hated that name with a passion, that stupid moniker she was forced to go by.

"Here, I call it my special recipe for vampires," The man stated.

She flinched slightly at his loud voice. His expression turned apologetic as she gave him a slight glare. The man knew this was one of the few times his correspondence with Vampires showed just how often he was around child vampires. He placed his hand on the top of her head and watched as that glare melted to something a little unsure.

"I sometimes forget that younger vampires have such sensitive hearing." He apologised, "For that, I am sorry."

"It's s'all right," She mumbled before looking at the food he placed in front of her, "this is...rare meat?"

"There's a rumour that the rarer meat is, the more likely a vampire won't have to feed for a while," He informed her in a cheerful tone, "though I believe that only works with purebloods."

The child's reaction was what he expected. She quickly got out of the chair she had been sitting in and was sending him a look that would've been deadly if it hadn't been on a four-year-old face. He had recognised the family she had belonged to. Her eyes quickly looked towards the door, and he could see the gears in her head spinning wildly as she calculated how far she could get.

"You're part of the Hio family, aren't you?" He asked, and she hesitated.

"I won't go back," She informed him, and he gave her a severe look at her tone, "I refuse to be put in a cage again."

"I won't make you go back," He informed her, and he watched as she shot him a distrustful look.

"That woman's voice you heard before we fainted," Her familiar piped up, "it said your wish was granted...perhaps this man will help with it, or is a part of it. I would...I recommend staying with him."

The child muttered something, and the man tilted his head, moving closer. Her cheeks turned a light pink as she glared at the ground. He couldn't keep the amused expression from his face as the pink turned a bright red. This was the most expressive he'd ever seen a pureblood vampire. He was going to push it as far as he could.

"Could you repeat that, dear?" He asked, and that red darkened further.

"Promise?" It had been muttered from the child in such a broken voice that he dropped his amusement quickly.

"I promise," He confirmed, and she looked up at him with those eyes so like her family members.

Those eyes were filled with tears of relief, and he felt something barrel into him, tiny arms wrapping around his waist. His hand went to the back of the white hair, and the child held him tighter. Even a child born into the family she had been, knew how to hug someone. He could protect someone like her and that strange fox that seemed unwilling to leave her side. He could feed it so many biscuits!

He gently led her back to the table and had her eat something before sending her back to the guest room to sleep. He sat at the table in thought, his fingers steepled and his chin resting on them. If he took in that child, then his future was going to be twisted beyond what it might be. Yet, he couldn't turn his back on her. She was one of those people that wormed their way into your heart without trying; those pink eyes were too soft and kind. It reminded him so much of her. He sighed and watched as that strange fox came down the stairs and looked at him. He ignored it for a few seconds before becoming unnerved. He looked back at it and watched as it walked up to him. There was something in its mouth. It set it down on the table, and he heard a soft chime of a bell. He picked up one of the small silver bells and noted an engraving on it.

"This is her true name, isn't it?" He questioned, "Not that name on the chain that I saw."

The fox nodded, and he brought a hand up and gently petted its head. The creature enjoyed the feeling of someone running their hands through its beautiful soft white fur. He recognised the kanji that made up the name and smiled slightly.

"Rei's a beautiful name," He commented, "another name for a bell."