Well actually, this is my first fic. Reviews, please? Hah, please don't flame me…

I don't own Fruba!

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Hell... something that I wouldn't like to think about. But there's no escaping it, especially if you really know who I am - or what I have done. I kill to live. I have slain hundreds of people in order to satisfy my desires or needs. I'm definitely not the person you are looking for. I am the one who lives in the depths of an old English castle -still don't know who I am?

I have a gift - or should I call it curse, whatever that is. Immortality and strength. These are the things that this condition gave me. I never liked it though. I was forced to have it or else I would've left this life long ago. I am Yuki. And I am blessed with a curse I never asked for nor liked.

It's been twenty years yet I still retain my teenage features. I can still remember how everything happened, how I came to be and who saved me from the edge of death. The name of my creator is Akito. He was between the ages of 20 when he made me. I did not have any choice back then so I accepted his gift. All that I thought of was my little sister Althea who was six years younger than me. It was in that ship, that I met Akito. I was sitting there, at that bench, feeling that cold wind as it hit my face...

13th of September, 1986

The wind was very rough, I was trying to comfort myself outside so I wouldn't hear my blood relatives fighting over where my sister and I will stay so they could pleasure themselves with all the wealth my father left before he died. The truth is, I didn't want to stay in any of those people's houses - I didn't even like to think that they're my blood relatives. They are all just like those gluttonous people who live only for the sake of their delight. I didn't understand them. Oh, it was just the start. Now I could hear them throwing glasses and threatening one another of death. And soon, I heard them coming out of the hall of my family's private ship and out to the veranda where they found me. Yes, they were looking for me. Each of them exchanged glances before one of them, particularly my uncle grabbed me and the rapidly pointed a knife on my throat. I didn't want to react or give them expression so I started to hum a happy song inside my head. A song I didn't want them to hear for they might think I've gone completely mad and just kill me. No, that would be very bad. They started shooting each other. I closed my eyes tightly and as my uncle's grip loosened as he fell from a gun shot on his forehead, I struggled to find my little sister.

"Where do you think you're going, Yuki?" One of my other uncles said, pointing a knife behind me. "And where's your sister Althea?"

God, I didn't want to die without seeing my sister have a good life. So, I decided to fight him. There was a long struggle before he finally stabbed me just under my chest. The pain was unbearable. I wanted to scream but I'd rather not, they might think I'm weak and kill me. No, another bad thought. I didn't want to look at my wound, I wanted to look for my sister. And while they were all busy with slaughtering each other, I tried to run to the door, entering the reception room. The knife was still there, my sight started to blur. Blood was all over me. Then, at the end of the hallway, there was a man, a more mature but young-looking man. I looked at him. Where did he come from? Who was he? Forget it, I have to look for my little sister. Just before I passed him, I finally collapsed. My limbs were no longer responding but I was still conscious. But even before I hit the floor, he caught me.

He smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to live. I nodded my head, desperate to see my sister. Yes, I want to live for her. I placed my hand on his shoulder and motioned for him to help me.

"Help me... help me..." I murmured those words and then he raised me, tilted my head and looked for something from my neck. He closed in, his lip tickling my ear while I tried to catch my breath.

"It will be painful..." he hissed before he sunk his pointed fangs on my neck. I was able to widen my eyes despite the death that was near me because of the intense pain. I could feel the blood being sucked out of me. Then, I passed out.