EDITED 9/20/09

Flashback/ Thinking'

"Talking"

' "Don't worry," He said calmly as his fangs sank into the smooth flesh of her neck, " This will all make sense later." '

' It's always the same thing she , as she gazed out of the library window, her fingers streaking the crystallized condensation while her mind wandered. Ever since the day she had been saved , and bitten, by a mysterious pureblood in a dark alley, she knew nothing would ever be the same again. At 16 years old Haruhi hadn't expected much out of life. Her earliest memory being one of herself waking up on the doorstep of an orphanage in the rain, while an old lady stood over her checking her pulse, it was only natural that her outlook on life was decidedly mature, ( if not a bit pessimistic) than any normal person. She excelled at school, and most things she did, and she made it through life on the hopes that she would someday figure out who her parents were. But for all the hard work and planning that went into her everyday life, it amazed her that it only took one day to undo it.

The day had been normal if not monotonous, to say the least. School had gone by agonizingly slowly, and when the bell rang that signaled the end of the day, she was more than happy to oblige her educators, and leave. Perhaps it was the long hours she kept helping the orphanage, combined with the unusually long day at school that had her out of sorts that day, but whatever it was, it was enough to distract her from the figure that kept to the shadows, as it followed her home from school.

Though she loved and respected the old woman who ran the orphanage, she never paid much attention to her constant ranting about how a girl her age shouldn't be making the long trip from school to home late at night, like she frequently did. Though deep down she knew the old woman was right, Haruhi just shrugged it off, saying that she couldn't possibly imagine anyone wanting to attack her.

The glancing blow to the back of her head that sent her sprawling into the nearest brick wall of a dark alley however, was all too real. She faintly remember the old woman trying to get her to transfer to a closer, more secure private academy, but she refused to let her spend any extra money on her that could be spent on the orphanage.

' " What do you want?" she asked on the verge of a scream, her dazed mind slowly forming words.

" Oh not much," the man said casually as he stepped lightly on her ankle. Though handsome in appearance, the feral smile he gave her only served to add to her terror "Just your blood."

" W-what?" she gasped quietly, eyes widening as she scrabbled backward, fear evident in her eyes as she tried to get away.

"Don't worry," he said as he stomped calmly on her ankle, the fragile bones shattering under his heel. "I'm afraid it's no use running" he said grinning as she cried out in pain.

"You see my dear, I am a Aristocrat. A Vampiric Aristocrat. And as such a high ranking vampire, I require certain necessities, and no one, especially a pathetic little human like you, has a chance of a chance keeping me from getting what I want." he paused, the mix of anger, fear, and disbelif in her eyes only causing his grin to stretch wider.

Feeling tears gather in the corner of her eyes, her mind snapped into action as he leaned toward her. Body acting on its own accord, her uninjured leg whipped around to kick the man in the shins, tears coursing down her face as her injured leg dragged the ground. World turning upside down, she felt a heavy swipe across her stomach, before she was flung bodily into the connecting wall.

Mind reeling, she quickly catalogued her injuries. Fearing the crack she heard upon impact the signal of another broken bone, the sudden realization that the dark shadow pooling around her was her own blood, sent a swift jolt of fear through her that rooted her to the ground. Glaring at the man, she pushed down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, pain numbing her senses as the man continued to talk.

"So," He said evilly as his face moved closer to hers, "Since we both know death is inevitable, why don't you be a good girl and I'll end it qui-" Words barely leaving his mouth, the rouge aristocrat watched the girl put a shaking hand over her mouth, and turn away, her whole body shaking with the effort of holding back a scream. Wondering what could be causing such a strong reaction (aside from himself) from the girl, he turned around at the last minute, only to have a swift blow separate his head from his body.

Scream fading along with consciousness, her vision darkened, as her savior turned to her.

"I didn't want to do this just yet, but it looks like I have no choice."

Vision still fading, she attempted to face the mysterious man, but the adrenaline rush that had accompanied fear, had long since faded. "Are you here to kill me too?" she managed to sputter weakly, the metallic taste of blood thick in her mouth.

Feeling a gentle hand sweep away the hair from her neck, she shuddered slightly, as the last of her consciousness slowly faded to black.

"Don't worry," he said calmly as his fangs sank into the smooth flesh of her neck, " this will all make sense later".'

'And he was true to his word' she thought sighing as she continued to gaze out the window. Though she hadn't ever claimed to know everything about herself before she was bitten, she realized she knew nothing before she was awakened. Although she was mostly unconscious when the mysterious pureblood bit her, as soon as his fangs pierced her neck, it was as if a veil had been lifted from her mind.

She had never been one to believe in the supernatural, her mind was too logical for such whimsy, so the fact that she was a Vampire herself, was almost too much to process . But as she fell deeper into her vampiric coma, the memories, that had previously been suppressed to the point of undetection, flooded back into her mind in an unrelenting wave of emotion.

Her parents, 2 of the most powerful and influential purebloods in the vampire world, never abandoned like she previously thought, but were killed, along with the rest of her clan, by a trio of Hunters seeking vengeance for the death of a forth. Though she was still trapped in her mind, the knowledge of her heritage coupled with the pain of her family's death, sent her deeper into the coma she currently a year she had been living in her own mind, the awakening of her memories triggering the many adaptations and changes, that only graced a pureblood.

' No clue how long it's been on the outside' she thought solemnly, slightly sadden at the thought of leaving her peaceful world, 'But I cant escape reality forever'. Swiftly crossing the room, she pushed open the giant oak doors that led out of the library.

It was time to wake up.

They say the first step is always the hardest, and it certainly was for me. hopefully after this I can get to the good stuff.

R and R.

JA NE