A/N: I know. I should be posting my other stories... but let's face it, if I'm not in the mood, whatever I write is just going to be really crappy anyway - and you want something good, right? This is an example of what I can write when I'm interested and really motivated! You can thank Nanorimo for the motivation :D I also listened to the Vampire Knight original soundtrack while I wrote.
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Summary: Vampires are real. I attend Cross Academy, a school where the student body is populated by the human Day Class, and the vampire Night Class. This was all supposed to be fiction. A story I read for entertainment. But it's real. It's all real. SI, OC Insert.
Disclaimer: Everything to do with Vampire Knight is owned by Matsuri Hino. I only own my OC Maya.
Warning: this fanfiction includes dark themes, mentions of death, serious injury, murder and suicide.
Chapter 1 - Meet Matsumoto Maya
Snow drifted slowly down from the dark sky, landing lightly on the pale skin of a girl's limp body, dressed in nothing but jeans, a black t-shirt and a purple scarf, laying in the snow.
Some of the snowflakes fell into a pool of dark liquid surrounding the body, the frozen particles' white colour darkening to match the red blood.
Breath barely passed steadily paling chapped lips as the rapid crunching of footsteps through the snow signaled a figure quickly approaching.
The blank upwards stare of the girl's dull brown eyes was interrupted by the view of a man in a dark uniform standing over her, holding up something, his silver hair a stark reflection against the backdrop of the moonless night sky.
The sharp sounds of gunshots pierced the still air, leaving the girl's ears ringing.
Everything was muted as the man kneeled down beside her, bringing a hand to her bloodied neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
She couldn't remember how or why she was injured.
He spoke.
But his words were lost on her dulled senses, the darkness already beginning to seep into her vision, the sound of her own heart becoming louder and louder as the light left her eyes.
Left in the darkness, her already frantic heartbeat sounded like drum, growing louder and louder, faster and faster, until-
My eyes snapped open.
After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, still reeling from the latest nightmare my lost memories had provided me with, I become aware of my harsh breathing and worked to control it. My black shirt and grey shorts were sticking to my skin with sweat and I dimly noted my dark brown shoulder blade length hair tyed in a messy bun was also plastered to my neck and cheek.
When my breathing and my heartbeat returned to normal, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table - 11:48PM.
If I hurry, I can get to the showers before they close for the night.
Sighing, I brushed back my hair, put on my glasses, dragged myself out of bed, stripping it of the sweat stained sheets as I did, before retrieving my toilitries kit, a spare set of pajamas and some undergarments, then heading for the Sun Dorm's student laundry one floor down, before going on to the girls' showers back on my floor.
This wasn't an unusual occurrence, by the way - me waking up in a cold sweat. I don't always have to replace my sheets, but the walking and the shower, I'd learned, was the easiest way to shake off the nightmares I seemed to have almost nightly since I first woke up the Academy's infirmary with amnesia a few weeks ago.
The only real rest I got these days was when I slept dreamlessly - otherwise I woke up in the early morning with barely four or five hours sleep. If I was lucky.
So this had become a routine of sorts. I'd drop my sheets off in the student laundry, have a shower, and then grab some fresh ones on my way back to my room.
The shower, I had found, was the biggest help. It was as if the water washed away the grip of the nightmares that had followed me into the waking world.
Once I'd redressed in a fresh set of pjs - baggy grey pants and a white shirt this time - and gotten some fresh sheets, I began making my way back towards the staircase.
Having traipsed up and down the same staircase a couple of times that night - as well as every other night - it was inevitable that I would eventually run into one or both of the night patrolling, curfew strict, Academy prefects. As I had a few times before.
"Matsumoto-san?"
I looked up to see prefect Cross Yuuki standing at the top of the stairs, her curious glance landing on the sheets. My hands involuntarily clutched the sheets tighter as I started up the stairs towards her.
"Sorry I'm out past curfew, Cross-san" I began quietly, one hand reaching up to cover my mouth as a yawn escaped "... I just needed some fresh sheets. I'm on my way back to my dorm room now"
I knew I looked tired, lately dark bags had noticeably began appearing under my eyes and with us being in the same class, she often asked if I was getting enough sleep.
Not that she could talk - everyone knew that she, and the other prefect Kiryuu Zero, had so many duties that they ended up staying up late, and then falling sleep in class.
It'd happened a few times this week already, and it was only Tuesday.
She nodded - whether to me or herself, I don't know - and then insisted she escort me back to my room. Really, Cross? When have I ever broken a rule-? Hang on, never mind. Not even I can answer that.
As we walked, Cross asked how I was doing and if I needed any help with anything.
Honestly, if anyone needed help with anything, it would be Cross and her school work - while I was doing particularly well, I wasn't even sure she'd pass the end of semester exams!
I answered that I was doing fine, and ignored the disbelieving look in her eyes. Although, Cross and the Chairman had been good to me since I was found half frozen to death a few months ago, I don't want to burden them with myself more than I already have... thinking of the 'incident' made me unconsciously reach for my neck, the tips of my fingers running lightly along the jagged scarring there.
I still wondered how it happened. What did it... sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find out.
Noticing Cross eyeing the hand by my neck nervously, I pulled it away and returned to clutching the bed sheets as we walked in silence.
She always got nervous whenever she caught me staring at it - which happened pretty often, now that I think about it.
The me staring, not Cross catching me in the act.
Also, it was good that before the incident I'd had a consistent image of wearing the proper uniform in the correct way - otherwise people probably would've questioned me suddenly buttoning up my shirt correctly.
Actually, that reminds me. What am I going to do in warmer weather? I won't have a collar to cover it while wearing casual clothing... not that I do much about it now. Though I currently only wear casual clothing in my single dorm room.
My train of thought was interrupted by us arriving at said dorm room.
I bid Cross good night and entered my room, turning back to look curiously at the brown-haired girl when she hesitated.
I repeated myself, and this time she answered in kind, leaving as I closed the door.
Breathing a sigh of relief - finally, no more social interaction - I remade my bed and then collapsed into it. Allowing myself to be taken into the darkness of sleep.
I was late to homeroom the next morning.
Yamada-sensei was not impressed. At all.
What? At least I actually showed up! Usually when I'm late, I miss homeroom all together!
I slept fairly well last night, by the way, especially after that little talk with Cross. It was kind of weird actually - maybe she has some sort of calming effect on me?
Huh. If this is how my mind reacts after a little chat with Miss Cross, then maybe I should spend more time with her. The lack of sleep has begun dragging at my grades... and I'd rather keep my scholarship, thank you. It'll also get the Chairman off my back about socializing more at the same time.
Haha~ Two birds with one stone!
"Mind wandering again, is it?"
I shot a sideways glare through my glasses at the silver-haired boy sitting beside me.
"Even if it was" I retorted, in a low voice "it's none of your business"
He didn't answer, just let his head drift back down onto the desk behind his crossed arms. Bastard is sleeping in class again - and he scolds me for daydreaming? Freaking hypocrite...
The bell rang and everyone began packing away their things to leave for lunch. I, in all my diabolical wisdom, decided now would be a good time to try and strike up a friendship with Cross. If my sleeping habits were going to benefit, it was worth the dreaded social interaction.
"Hey, Cross-san" I asked as I approached her desk. She looked up at me blearily, clearly just waking up like Kiryuu.
"Hello, Matsumoto-san" the soft voice of Cross's best friend, Wakaba Sayori, made me turn to her.
"Hi Wakaba-san" I greeted "I was just going to ask if I could join you two for lunch-"
"That sounds like a great idea!" Cross chirped, suddenly standing and full of vigor at the mention of food.
A smile tugged at my lips.
'Yuuki, today's school lunch is Taiyaki'
'Thanks for the food!'
"Matsumoto-san?"
"Eh?" I looked up, a confusion expression on my face.
What was that? Do I know that from somewhere? It sounded like Yuuki and Yori- wait. Since when the hell did I call them by their first names?
"Your face just went blank" Yor- Wakaba told me.
"Are you okay?" Cross asked, frowning.
"I... I'm fine" I replied, shaking my head in an attempt to will away the thoughts "just a little hungry, I guess - I missed breakfast"
At the reminder of food, Cross promptly dragged the both of us out of the classroom and off to the cafeteria.
The more time I spent with Yuuki and Yori - Yuuki insisted I use their first names since we were friends now - the more... flashbacks, I guess you could call them, began happening.
Some were of conversations I couldn't possibly have heard - and others were of thoughts.
A month passed and the 'flashbacks' had begun to effect my nightmares. It wasn't just a re-occurring one about the night of the 'incident' anymore.
Now it was of scenes that absolutely terrified me.
There was always so much blood and fear. They were dreams about- about vampires.
But they couldn't be real could they?
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fingers ghosting over the two parallel jagged scars that stretched across my shoulder, collar bone and part way up my neck.
... could they?
End Chapter
A/N: Okay. I know I didn't reveal much in the first chapter, but this is more of a prologue then anything else, the next chapters will be longer. I hope you liked it, I've got a lot more written down already - not just notes, actual chapters.
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