"It's not possible, it's not possible. It's not possible." I told myself repeatedly as I paced around my room.

As soon as the Japanese boy told me his name, I, as quickly as I could, ran into the house. I didn't even know if Takuma was his real name. Chances were he knew he held a resemblance to the anime character and chose to tease me. However, either way, I found myself dodging into the house to get away from him. I had already been a bit weirded out by the fact he looked and sounded so much like Takuma so telling me that was his name freaked me out.

Upon entering the house I had gotten yelled at by my foster monster, sorry I mean mother, as I ran up the stairs to my room. I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her but I think it had something to do with the fact my boots were still wet. I did not care one bit if my boots were wet or not though. My main priority was to get to my room where I was safe and think.

"Come on, stop being stupid. It couldn't have actually been Takuma. How knows, maybe it is a popular name in Japan." I spoke to myself as I found myself pacing around my room. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, and I didn't even want to admit it to myself, but I was a little scared.

'Perhaps but that boy looked older than you are. The manga was released in in two thousand five, and later the English version a year later. The anime didn't start until a couple years later. It's twenty ten now. Do the math.' A voice, rather known as my common sense, told me. To it's logic, I found myself groaning and flopping down on the bed.

"I know, I know. Perhaps he was just playing a prank on me. After all he did see the manga I was reading." I tired to convince myself but the knot in my stomach didn't get any looser. Unfortunately my common sense wasn't finished it's argument either.

'Hmm, and do you think it was just a coincidence that the boy both looked and sounded like Takuma Ichijo from Vampire Knight?' My common sense questioned. OK now I was getting really angry at myself; if I wouldn't end up just hurting myself I'd actually hit myself.

"Oh shut up already! It could be possible." I shouted at myself, keeping my hands laying next to me so I didn't end up punching myself. God, sometimes it really did suck having an active imagination; it made my thoughts wonder far more than I wanted them to.

Thankfully it got my inner voice to stop talking. Now that the voice had stopped I began attempting to calm myself and just rest on my bed. However I wasn't allowed to rest for very long until I heard a loud banging on my door. Oh great, what did I do this time?

"Ashley, you stop that yelling this instant!" I heard my bitch of a foster mother shout at me. Of course she's shout at me and not even be worried by the fact I had been talking to myself.

"Go away, leave me alone!" I shouted at the woman behind my door. I didn't care if the woman became angry at me for it.

When I had run into my room I had made sure to lock my door again. However, because I didn't want to change someone using the key to get in, I jammed my desk drawer under the door knob. I have seen it done in movies and cartoons before but never tried it myself. Hopefully it works but hopefully I didn't have to find out if it did or not. The other reason I wasn't worried was that I was still kind of freaking out about the Takuma incident.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Ashley Baker!" I heard the woman yell back from the other side of the door. Sitting up I glared at the door as the handle jiggled but did not open.

"Stop calling me that! My name is Ashley Parker, NOT Ashley Baker!" I screamed at top lung to the door. It probably wasn't the smartest thing for me to do at the time but I honestly didn't give a crap at the moment; except for when my throat started hurting from screaming.

"Don't you dare talk back to me, young lady!" I heard her yell back as there was some bangs on the door. It looked like the woman had given up trying to open the door and was now trying to bust it open.

However, after a few seconds the banging suddenly stopped. For a moment I wondered why she gave up so easily but that stopped within seconds. Even if I couldn't hear the words used I knew that Ben Baker was outside my door talking to his wife. Again I couldn't make out the words but I could hear Sandy reply before everything went silence besides the sound of footsteps getting further and further. Someone must have left.

"Alright, little missy, listen here. We are taking Robby to the movies. Because of your rotten attitude lately you are now grounded. In fact consider yourself grounded for the rest of the month. Oh and you might as well clean up the carpet you dirtied with your boots." My foster mother told me, a smug tone easily heard in her voice. I simply rolled my eyes and laid back on my bed as I heard the bitches footsteps get further away.

A part of me had wanted to demand what I was grounded for. However, even if I only been living with the Bakers for three weeks I was still smart enough to keep my mouth shut. This family hated me and obviously was just using me for the foster care check, if there was such a thing. I also honestly think that, besides for the money, they took me in simply to abuse verbally; seeing as I would be taking away if they got physical.

"See you later loser!" I heard Robby's voice from downstairs before the front door singled the Bakers left. I could just imagine his parents patting him on the head, like how they thought the insult was cute, before helping him into the car.

Now if I ever spoke like that around my parents, even now, I'd likely get a slap to my face. Hell even my cousins, who are around Robby's age, have better matters. Whenever they do something bad they get a swat to the butt. However Robby was never punished for anything. If it is simply name calling or breaking the TV he is not punished for it. I think the worst punishment he caught was he didn't get ice cream after supper.

"Stupid Baker family." I mumbled to myself as I listened out to the car. Once I was sure they were far enough away from the house I finally sat up again.

Bending down on my knees I reached under my bed and grabbed for the knife I kept hidden under there. My Dragon Knife, the gift from my parents, was a secret to the Bakers. When moving in I had to hide in within my clothing. Even though I owned it rightfully I doubted the family would have let me keep it otherwise. That is why I keep it hidden under my bed along with my money and other things that are very special to me. Yeah, I have very little trust for this family.

Pulling out the knife I simply sat on my knees at stared at it. Dragons were one of my biggest interests besides vampires at the time. I had to watch that Eragon movie at least a dozen times. So I was very delighted to get his knife from my parents. The handle, which was shaped like a dragon itself -with the legs as the handle and the wings as the... what is it called? I don't know but the dragon's head is the tip of the handle.

Staring at my sword soon got rather boring. As much as I love being alone I usually need some kind of noise to keep myself from getting too bored. So, with nothing else to do -and not in the mood for my computer or to watch TV- I pricked my finger in the tip of my sword. Instantly a small river of blood began to flow so I put my finger in my mouth. To me it tasted like meaty iron but I bet to a vampire it would taste like something else. Vampire.

Instantly that brought up the memory of Takuma Ichijo again. Just as instantly my stomach began to knot and my chest hurt as my fear returned. I can't believe I had forgotten about him when he was the one I was panicking about. However I didn't want to think of it any longer and I forced myself to think, instead, what the Bakers would do if they caught me with the knife.

Sighing in a mixture of sadness and boredom, I slid my legs from under my butt so I could sit leg crossed. Crap I was bored. This was the first time the Bakers ever left me truly alone for hours on end.

Hold on a minute... I'm alone?

Oh god I felt like hitting my self in the face for not connecting the dots sooner. Gently tossing the knife on my bed, I stood up and walked over to my door. Removing the chair I unlocked the door and hurried outside the room. I was finally going to do what I had been wanting to do for the past few weeks. I was going to call up my own aunt and then run away to live with her and my cousin. This might be my only chance to do so.

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