Ch. 2
Opun the morning of Fumaki's 16th birthday, rain and thunder sang her a sweet melody of doom to come. How she loved that sound, more than a Vampire should. Crawling out of the safe haven of the warm, skull-filled bed, she got dressed. Black shirt, with white arm warmers, black and red stockings and black army shorts. Putting her sword on her hip, the silver family crest greatly out-shined the old black sheath. As she was almost ready to dash out the door, it burst open revealing Saya, Haji, and Aru. Fumaki's black cat ears flicked in annoyance; she hated it when people made a big deal about her birthday. Despite her telling her family this, they still did it every year.
"Happy Birthday, Fumaki!" Aru cried, holding out the triple-chocolate cake out for her sister to blow the candles. Fumaki did as expected, and then Haji began digging in his bag. Finally he pulled out a gleaming gold package, with a silver ribbon.
"Happy Birthday, Fumaki." He smiled.