Okay, let's see…. I do not own Deathnote or Vampire Knight or any of the contents…I do, however, own Lilith Carmen Hyukamen, Aderyn Luna Sumihane, and Seth Loki Yaneko. Well, and minor other people like I might make up a Shinigami or two, and the OC's families and Mary Ann. I think that's all. Oh and by the way, if I don't capture everything perfectly, sorry. And I might change a few things. Deal with it. And all the usual crap. Enjoy.

July 12

Hello, my name is Lilith.. This is my diary. I got it when I was one and it was for my birthday from my mom who is dead. I never wrote in it before but I think I will start. I need to tell someone these things that haunt my mind. I cannot tell anyone, not even my dad. He does not like me. He does not care. He is always drunk because he has too much alcohol. He beats me when I am bad. I am never bad.

It is very strange for me to go places. I can see little numbers over peoples heads, and their names. I thought everyone could do that. I asked my friend once what the number over my head was, because I cant see my own name and number. She laughed nervously and told me she didn't feel like playing that game. I don't think other people can see the numbers.

However, I am twelve and I do not play pretend anymore. I really can see numbers. And I can grow wings when I want to. They come out of my back, and when I want them to go away they shrink until they aren't there anymore. And I can turn invisible, so people don't see me when I'm flying.

I can see strange people that others don't see. They are sometimes scary and sometimes funny. Lots of them have wings like me. I think they see the numbers too because they are always looking just above people's heads. They are strange. They seem surprised that I can see them.

One of them likes to talk to me and his name is Ryuk. He has a somewhat scary face at first but I am used to it. I like him. He is funny and very nice to me. No one else likes me anymore. My friend (the one I told about the numbers) told everyone and now they think I am weird. I am not weird. They are all weird because they are not like me. I am a stranger on this world. I do not belong here, I think.

My mother died before I turned one year old. The notebook was given to me by my mother's friend Mary Ann Williams. She is very nice. I have not seen her in four years now. I wish she would come back and take me away from this place. I do not belong here.

I closed the diary and threw it on the bed. I didn't feel like writing any more. Then, on a second thought (I didn't want my dad finding it) I walked over to my desk. It was faded and the paint was mostly peeled off, like everything else in my dingy house. There were coffee cup stains on the top. There were no working phones or lights in our house. I had to pay the rent because my father never remembered and he didn't work either. I had to work as a cashier after school to make enough money to live here, but I didn't have many possessions and couldn't afford electricity or phone bills.

My desk had a large mirror attached to the back. I flipped the mirror around and pulled off the back. I put my diary in the little space and pushed the back of the mirror back on. There. I doubted my drunken father would find it there. As I flipped the mirror back around, I caught sight of myself in the stained mirror. Long brown hair in need of a trim, tall, thin body. Hmm. My eyes were brown today. They changed sometimes.

I walked over to my small window and pulled up the window pane. I barely fit through the tiny hole, mostly because of all my arms and legs. I was lucky to be so slim—mostly because I didn't eat much. I couldn't afford to eat too much.

I slid down the angular roof and became invisible. I extended my large, black, ragged wings and glided to the ground. As I trotted down the street, Ryuk fell into step beside me.

"Hi, Ryuk," I said, sighing.

"Why the long face?" he asked, grinning with his unusually wide mouth.

"Oh, nothing," I said dismissively, mustering a smile. "So how's life?"

"Well, let's put it this way. It'll get much more interesting in…four minutes and twenty-two seconds."

I didn't bother trying to figure that out. I knew there was only about a five percent chance I would figure it out before four minutes and twenty two seconds was over, so I didn't bother.

We walked in silence for a while, before I said, "Ryuk? Can I ask you something?"

"I sure can't stop you," he said.

"Okay. Answer as honestly as you can?"

"I guess…you know I wouldn't do this for just anyone, but I like you. You're smart, for a human."

"Um…Ryuk, can you see the numbers over peoples' heads?" I blurted.

He stopped. "Y—you can…see them?" he asked. "You mean, you have Shinigami eyes?!"

"What?!"

"Well, I suppose I should have expected it—you can choose not to show yourself to certain people, you have wings…I never expected you would have the eyes…wait, how'd you know I could see the numbers?"

"Well," I said, "you're always looking above people's heads."

"Wow, you're observant!" he said. "So you know, the numbers tell you when a person is going to die, and when they were born. You can see their whole life. Plus you see their name."

"Yes, I knew that," I replied. "The name part I mean."

"Oh, by the way, Mary Ann Williams just died."

"WHAT?! Are you JOKING?! RYUK, WHAT…"

"You wrote her name in your Deathnote. Wait here, I'll show you."

He flew back in the direction of my house. He returned seconds later with my diary.

"HEY! THAT'S PRIVATE!!" I yelled.

"Look, he said, and held it out. He started scratching the cover, and black paint started flaking off.

"I don't want that to start looking like the rest of my house," I said warningly.

He silently held it out. In the cover was carved: Death Note.

"This used to be one of mine, but I got a new one." He turned so I could see another book attached to his belt. "I lose my Notes a lot…"

"I don't…want Mary Ann to be dead!!!" I was practically hyperventilating.

"Here," he said, handing me an eraser. "It's a Death Eraser…use it to erase the names you wrote, and they'll come back to life."

"GIMME THAT!" I screamed, and grabbed my diary. I spread my wings and flew away at top speed.

"LILITH," he called. "DON'T WRITE YOUR OWN NAME, WHATEVER YOU DO!!!"

I didn't listen. This was too much for me. I flew until I was so tired I could feel my wings wanting to retract. They did that when I was tired. My invisibility was slipping too.

I glided down into an alley and let my wings retract and became visible. I stepped out of the alley.

I didn't recognize anything. I realized I didn't know where I had come from or where I was going. I cursed my stupidity. I looked down. My hand was clenched around my diary…and the eraser. Well, it couldn't hurt…I erased Mary Ann's name from the Note. As an afterthought, I erased mine too. Couldn't be too safe.

I started walking. I shoved the eraser in my pocket and clutched the Note close to my chest. It didn't matter since no one was around. It was summer, but it was getting dark and it was chilly in the shade. There was a lot of shade between the tall, faded buildings. This town seemed like it was deserted.

Suddenly, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I turned, and saw nothing. I kept walking, more warily.

Suddenly, something flew into my side, making me fall and knocking the wind out of me. While I was getting my breath, a dark shape towered over me.

"Ryuk?" I gasped weakly.

A cold laugh filled the air. "No," said the cold voice. "I am not your little friend. Little girl, are you lost?"

Te friendly tone was at odds with his cold voice. My vision was blurred and I could not see well.
"N—no…"

"May I…drink your blood?" he asked. I would have screamed but I still hardly had any breath. I gasped and tried to move. I tried to get up, but I was so out of breath, I couldn't breathe…

I felt the man's cold hands close around my shoulders. I tried weakly to fight, but he was strong. I felt him breathing against my neck.

Then there was only the teeth. His teeth dug repeatedly into my neck, over and over…there was only pain. And blood. Everything was red with blood. My blood.