I wasn't always like this, you know. I wasn't always swallowing happy pills and wanting the world to go away. I wasn't always numb to feeling, incapable of putting on a real smile. I was Yuki Cross, the disciplinary committee bitch and foster daughter of the Headmaster at Cross Academy. I was determined to keep it that way.

She walked to the window cautiously as she peered through her curtains down at the cobblestone pathway to the gates of the school. They all walked at the same pace, same foot first like robots. The wind swirled around them, their slow steps making you feel like you were watching a movie. Her eyes were blank as her long brown hair fell over her shoulders. She hadn't bothered to cut it again, not when there was much more on her mind than just keeping her image the same as it always has been.

It started about a month ago, when I went to the Hunters' Organization for a look at my files after the ones in the record hall burned beneath my touch. I was a vampire...and no one ever planned to tell me about it; my parents are dead, I am the lamb for my uncle's slaughter, and the man that's keeping me close is none only then the obstacle that's got me drawing a blank when it comes to my earliest memories.

Hanabusa looked up at her window and saw the young girl looking back at him as she slowly shut the drapes and turned to her dim dorm room. She slowly peeled off her socks, taking small steps as one by one her clothes came off. She unlaced her boots and tossed them to the side.

I used to hear that the only evil you ever have to fear, is the evil that dwells inside you...the kind that spreads like wildfire from your head to your heart. It's just as terrifying when you've seen it in others all your life without realizing it.

She peeled off her socks as the balls of her feet touched the cold wood floor. Off came her dress as it dropped to the floor with a light tap as the zipper hit the floor first. She dropped her lingerie as her toes were greeted by a freezing sensation when they touched the tiles of her bathroom.

I'm supposed to be the good girl, I guess. Everyone knows me for the uptight prefect I am, the girl everybody thinks of as the buzzkill...but I can say I'm an individual. I'm not afraid to admit the filthy mind I really am.

The tub faucet switched on as she turned the handle gently causing it to squeak. She went to get a towel from her cabinet and stopped when she saw herself in the life-size mirror outside the bathroom door. Examining every inch of her bare body, she ran a hand down her arm.

I figured for now...a good girl act is what's going to get me along, and my "poisons" do me good in cases of having a conversation. I'd never considered become a hunter like Zero, Yagari says I don't have the build for it let alone the strength. I bet Kaname and his friends would just laugh if I were to even think of trying to become stronger. There's a reason I'm writing this down. It's more of a reminder.
If there's one thing these people have never learned, it's that everyone sees what you appear to be...

Slowly, she sunk down into her hot bath and set her head against the blue tiles of the wall; she let it fall to her shoulder as she drew small circles of the surface of the water.

...but few really know what you are.