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It was more than thousands of years since the war between vampires and vampire hunters began. In order to help bring peace to the long war, the Suzuki family, a pureblood vampire family and a highly influential one at that, offered to train new vampire hunters. The Vampire Senate and the Vampire Hunter Association quickly agreed. There was no other solution to this matter that they could think of at the moment. Unfortunately, there was one person who wanted to destroy this peaceful act and the only way to do this was to kill the head of the Suzuki family. That's when this person found out about the Suzuki family's dark secret. It was a secret that never should have been told. The secret involved the head's youngest child, his daughter.
The vampire and a few of his followers attacked the Suzuki manor on the night of the Suzuki daughter's seventh birthday. Why they picked that day is still unsolved. The followers finished ripping the girl's parents to pieces before they turned to the bedroom door to leave. There they saw two small children; both were still in their nightgowns. One was an older boy with short, black hair and black eyes. The other was the small, seven-year-old daughter herself. She had blonde-streaked, black hair and dark blue eyes.
She looked around the room, trying to find her parents. There was blood everywhere; it was on the walls, the floor, and even a little bit on the dark window curtains. Her eyes finally fell onto the master bed. The bed was completely covered in blood; the white covers stained a dark red color. She watched as her parents turned into crystal-like dust and vanished forever right in front of her. Tears started running down the young girl's face, falling off her chin, and onto the carpeted floor.
Her parents were just killed by their own kind, if you could call them that anymore. The leader turned to the two children. He smiled to himself. He already had an excellent plan for the two kids before him. The leader started walking over to them, slowly. He had messy, dark brown hair and was wearing a long, green coat that was halfway buttoned up from the bottom of his chest.
The little girl couldn't see his eyes, but from what she could see was they were two different colors, one lighter than the other. The older boy moved himself in front of his little sister in order to protect her from the man before them, but it was obvious that he was outmatched. The man lifted the older boy by his throat and then slammed him against the door with a loud thud that rang throughout the bedroom.
The girl started screaming at the man to put her brother down. He eventually did, but by throwing the boy at a wall across from the master bed. The boy hit the wall, back first. The girl watched as her brother fell to the floor, motionless. The boy slowly looked over at her, his dark eyes unfocused. They were cloudy with pain and sorrow. Some blood ran down the right side of his face.
"Run, Amaya," the older boy was able to say before the other vampires attacked him. They were intending on doing the same thing to him as they did to the small girl's parents. His dark red blood stained the carpeted floor a deep red color as they clawed at him. The small girl was frozen to the floor. Her eyes were glued to the destruction of her brother.
She couldn't move her eyes away from the bloody scene. She couldn't get her small legs to move her away from there. She just stood there. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She was just a little girl after all. What was she supposed to do? The leader looked down at her, smiling that same smile she was beginning to hate so much. He picked her up by her throat, just like how he did to her brother, and pushed her against the wall next to the door. The little girl struggled against his grip, trying to get some air.
"So, this is the Suzuki daughter. You're too weak. I guess I'll have to do something about this, won't I," he teased, "I need you to remember your past."
My past? What's he talking about, the girl thought to herself.
He moved his hand to her shoulder, so that he could get to her neck. He intended to kill her, right then and there, or at least that's what the girl thought. The small girl could already see his fangs were starting to come out. She turned away, closing her eyes. She didn't want to see what was going to happen next. He was about to bite the young girl's bare neck when the bedroom window opened loudly. A blast of wind rushed into the room, making the girl's hair brush into her face. Snow flew into the already cold room.
"Put her down," yelled someone.
The leader looked behind him to see a young vampire standing there. He had messy, brown hair and dark red eyes. He was wearing a long, brown coat over a white shirt and black pants. He looked to be thirteen years-old, maybe even less. The leader glared at the young vampire behind him. He really wasn't expecting him to come. He had thought for sure that he wouldn't want to get involved with something like this right now.
"Do I need to repeat myself," he asked.
The leader dropped the young girl onto the floor and turned to the intruder. She took a deep breath and held her head with her right hand. She felt light-headed from the lack of air. Breathe in; breathe out. The little girl looked up and watched as the vampire leader started walking over to the intruder that interrupted his plan.
"What are you doing here," the leader asked, "I thought you of all people had better things to do." He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the teenager with slight hate in his dark eyes.
"Not when it involves someone like her," he responded.
"What is she to you," the leader asked.
"That I believe is between just me and her sister," the young vampire replied.
Sister? I don't have a sister, the little girl thought. This teenager, she confused him quite a lot. He was stating something that was completely untrue and yet, there was a part of him that the small girl felt of which she could trust.
The teen's dark red eyes darted over to look at the other vampires. Anger and hatred within their dark depths. They were all staring at him with their bright red eyes. They were thinking of attacking him. Out of nowhere, he attacked them all from behind. Each and every one of them fell to the floor, dead. Once he was done, he stood over their fallen bodies, seeming not to care at all where he was standing. The teenage vampire had killed them all with one blow to the heart, nothing more and nothing less. They all turned into dust at his feet and the wind carried the dust away to somewhere else.
"Now, get out of here before I do the same thing to you," he growled, turning to look at the leader.
The leader threw his head back and laughed loudly. "I doubt that, but I need to be somewhere else anyway," he stated once he was done laughing. The leader walked over to the window. He then stopped moments before hand, looking over his left shoulder.
"Hope you understand, this isn't the end and I will come back for her," snarled the leader before he jumped into the snowy, winter air.
The younger vampire stared at the window for a little while. A strong wind blew by, bringing in more snow into the cold room. He turned back to the little girl. She was shaking violently from everything that had just happened. And who could blame her? She had just witnessed her family's murder. Being scared had to be the main emotion she was feeling at the moment.
The teen, in the meantime, had to get her somewhere safe. And quickly was the best option. The young vampire walked over to her and held out his right hand. The little girl looked up at him, dark blue eyes filled with tears. She only stared at his hand, unsure of whether to take it or slap it away.
"Are you okay, little one," he asked kindly.
The little girl nodded seconds after, slowly and surely of course. She was as okay as she could be from the previous events. She took his hand with her right one and h pulled her up onto her feet. She stumbled a little as she tried to stand up. The dark-haired vampire caught her in his arms and steadied her. She looked over at her brother once she was steady on her feet. There was a deep pain in her dark eyes.
He's dead because of me, she thought to herself.
She walked over to him, slowly and carefully. She leaned forward and touched her small hand on his bloody face. His black hair was a mess. It was all covered in blood and was going off in all different directions. His black eyes were closed shut. She could feel tears running down her face. She couldn't hold them back any longer. They dropped onto her brother's ripped nightshirt, one after another. She looked down and saw that his weapon was still intact. He had brought it with him just in case. He was going to use it if he needed to in order to protect her. It was in his front pants pocket, right where he would usually place it.
The little girl took it out. It was a thin, black stick that when called upon it would turn into a huge, black scythe. Somehow, her brother and the girl were able to hold such a vampire weapon, even though the two of them are pureblood vampires. Its name was Kuroyoru. It was a special kind of vampire weapon because only people from the Suzuki family could use it. The girl brought it up to her chest and held it there for a long while. It would be the only thing that will remind her of the brother that stood before an evil man to protect her.
She watched as her brother turned into crystal-like dust and vanished just like her parents had moments long ago. The other vampire in the room walked over to her side and placed his hand on her shoulder. The little girl looked up at him; her dark eyes still filled with tears and completely drenched in sadness. His dark red eyes were filled with sympathy. He knew exactly how this little girl felt. After all, he too had lost his family the same way. That story was for another day and another time. The girl looked down at the floor and placed the weapon in her nightgown right pocket.
"Are you ready to go to your grandfather's," he asked.
The girl nodded, making her blonde-streaked, black hair fall into her face. The teenager picked her up into his arms as gently as he could. She laid her head on his right shoulder and wrapped her little arms around his neck. She closed her dark blue eyes, slightly tired. The young vampire smiled.
She looks so innocent, he thought, To think that she had witnessed such a tragic event… It's practically impossible.
He quickly pushed the thought away. It wasn't the right time to be thinking about that. The teenager walked over to the window and looked around to make sure that the vampire leader was not around. The last thing he needed was to be attacked by him again while he was holding the Suzuki heir. He jumped down onto the ground, landing quietly. The little girl stirred a bit. He held her closer to his chest. He didn't want her to get hurt. That would be another thing he didn't want at a time like this.
He had to hurry to Tayio Suzuki, her grandfather, and the most powerful pureblood vampire and vampire hunter, before anything else bad happened. Yes, he was taking the young child to her grandfather. Why? You could say that the older vampire had asked or even ordered for such an action to take place, but that would be wrong in a sense.
The dark-haired vampire ran into the woods in the direction of a huge, white-stoned mansion that was only a couple miles away. When his feet hit the concrete driveway, he stopped. He looked to his right to see black, steel gates that led up to the mansion. At the gates, waiting for them, stood a tall man. The old vampire had short, blonde hair and black eyes. This was Tayio Suzuki, the young girl's grandfather.
The brown-haired vampire walked over to the older gentleman standing by the gate. Tayio looked happy to see that his granddaughter was perfectly fine; unharmed and practically asleep in the other vampire's arms. He was wearing a long, black coat that was buttoned up the whole way. He looked tired from both his old age and not getting any sleep. He must have been very worried about his granddaughter.
"Wake up, little one," the younger vampire whispered to the little girl.
The girl stirred and looked up at him. Her dark blue eyes were unfocused from closing them for so long. "I wasn't asleep," she whispered back in her sweet voice, "I was just resting my eyes."
The young vampire smiled, slightly at the way she spoke. The girl had calmed herself rather well; maybe a bit too well. Mentally shaking his head, the young vampire continued to walk towards Tayio, handing the girl over once he had stopped completely.
"Thank you, Kuran, for bringing my granddaughter to me," Tayio said happily.
"You're welcome, Suzuki. Just remember what you promised," the young vampire responded, turning around to leave. Tayio bowed his head just a bit before straightening up again.
"Yes, I know. I'm not to tell her who killed her parents and brother. I'm to leave it to you to tell her who she is and who killed her family when she is older," Tayio stated, "Will you be going after him?"
"Yes. He and I have some unfinished business," the younger vampire responded before finally leaving. He was going back to his own home, the home he had once loved so dearly. He had been alone ever since he lost his family, so going home to an empty house was a big deal.
The old vampire turned and left for the huge mansion. He had to get the small girl inside before she froze to death. He walked up the stairs and down a long hallway. He laid her down on the bed in one of the guest rooms. The room had the same dark blue colored walls as the small girl's eyes. Across from the bed was a dark wooden desk covered in drawings. They were drawings made by the small girl.
Tayio placed the white covers of the bed on top of the small girl. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"You're safe now, Amaya. I promise you will never be hurt again," he whispered.
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