ATTENTION!

This is my OWN story about vampires! Now most of you who write vampire fan fictions, for what I've seen, mainly copy the ideas and believes of the author of the Twilight Series. No offense, but I prefer to have at least SOME imaginations and ideas of my own!

I do not own Shugo Chara or ANY of its characters.

Chapter 1

Amu ran as fast as she could through the chilly darkness. Her feet ached in her cowgirl black boots and her palms were sweaty. As tears filled her wide, golden eyes, Amu whimpered, terrifyingly. No matter how fast she ran, she couldn't get away.

How stupid she was for separating from her group. And on a Halloween night, too. She and her fiends had been innocently tricker-treating when her rival, Utau dared her.

Flashback

As the blond haired girl pointed her finger in the direction of one of the darkest streets, she said coldly. "I dare you to tricker-treat that entire street on your own and alone!"

Acting pig-headed and too consumed with her seven year-old pride, Amu glared back. "Gladly! And I'll do it and be able to meet you back at the school for cookies in only fifteen minutes!"

The other kids around the two girls made sounds of amazement and at her bravery. However, Utau was not satisfied. Snapping, she dared further. "Make it ten minutes!"

Raising her chin, arrogantly, Amu turned and replied. "Deal!" As she pulled up her kitty hood that cloth black ears had been sewed into it. As she gripped her pumpkin bucket of sweets tighter in her hands, she cleared her throat. Storming off, Amu ran into the none street lighted road. Alone.

Flashback ended

For separating she was probably getting what she deserved. Panting, the seven year old ran through the patch of woods she had been forced to retreat to. After robbing the first house, Amu had made her way for the next when she noticed something following her. She didn't dare stop. Before Amu knew it she found herself running and, whatever it was that was behind her, now rapidly pursuing her.

She didn't know what to think. Was she going to die? What was chasing her? With a loud latter, Amu's pumpkin pail slipped from her fingers and dropped to the ground. As she ran faster, Amu looked over her shoulder to see the feet of creature that chased her crush her candy.

Amu released a scream when, not watching where she was running, tripped and fell roughly to the ground.

Her golden eyes as wide as they possibly could be, Amu turned her head again to see the creature leap. With another scream, Amu jerked her head away to not look. In most stories, this is where the hero was apposed to jump in. Horrifyingly, he did not.

Kicking with all her might and crying in horror, Amu felt a person snatch her, turn her over and try to pin her down with their brutal strength. It was too dark to see who or what it was. There was only an outline that she couldn't make out very clearly.

The claws digging in her skin were razor-sharp and no matter how she tied, Amu could not break free. "MOM! DAD! UTAU! TADASE! ANYONE!" she cried as loud as her voice would let her.

The black shadow forced Amu's shoulders into the cold earth and, alarming her, swooped in. Next, something so stunning occurred that stopped all her kicking and crying. For what it felt like was a skewer diving into the perfect skin of her neck. At first, Amu felt the hair of her attacker rubbing against her cheek and face. Quickly though, that sensory left her. All feeling focused on her neck. It was an uncomfortable, slightly ticklish crawling inside her body that seemed to be digging deeper. She hadn't the slightest idea of what was happening, to be honest. Nevertheless, it was clear someone was playing an activity at her neck.

Then, a new feeling started that soothed her fear. She felt her body weakening, as if she was going to fall asleep. Energy was being drained from her. Soothing her further, Amu felt lips mopping the spot on her neck – cold lips. What was this? She was weakening further. No longer did she find it so comforting. Actually, now she felt her heart's pace rising as her body began pulsing. The crack of Amu's mouth opened as she moaned. Now it hurt a bit. Now it ached like an opening scab.

Amu let out a scream as the spot on her neck stung horrendously. She wanted to kick but found she no longer had the mind-control to know how to move. It felt as if someone poured a whole bottle of alcohol into a bleeding to death injury. Again, Amu cried but not to loudly.

Confusing her, Amu heard a yell of a young boy. "Mom! NO!" There was no reply as the odd incident went on. What was happening? Was this all a nightmare? She was weakening. She was fading. Almost…almost…"I said stop! MOM! You're killing her! STOOOPPPPP!"

She was almost gone…almost…almost…

Several seconds passed and, abruptly, the fangs in her neck instantly surfaced from her flesh. Her attacker, who ever it was, let out agonized screams and started flinching and rolling on the ground as if it were on fire. After that, Amu didn't notice it for what took place next. When the autumn hit the spot on her neck, all she could do was scream over and over. The shrieks were loud enough to shatter glass and they wouldn't stop.

With force, the boy's shaky gloved hands yanked the magical knife he had stolen out of his mother's back. He had stabbed her. He didn't want to…but the girl was dying. He had to save her.

With a sick expression on, the blue-haired boy rushed and slid over to the Amu's side. Still screaming, she barley noticed he was there. She was pulsing dramatically. Looking at her neck, the boy's icy blue eyes widened. Red - bright ruby blood under the gorgeous moonlight. As if he were going to faint, his entire body started to tremble. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. But her blood. There were leftovers that his mom didn't consume. Though it appeared as thin as water, he could already imagine it gushing over his own tongue. How different it must taste from usual blood. Hers would taste madly scrumptious and feel as thick as whole milk.

He could have the rest of it. Her blood would be his. But he had to be strong. Stronger than any vampire. He didn't want to be some adolescent vampire who fell into temptation. He wanted to be ale to stand anyone's scent and blood. Jerking his eyes off of her bleeding neck, he clenched his teeth. He didn't want to be a normal vampire. He wanted to voice his opinion and not kill people.

Today he had become a vampire. He was of the legal age – twelve. But he was able to return back down to his legal age anytime as he grew older. This was the way of all modern vampires. Thus way, they were able to keep organized in the vampire secret society. But he didn't want to be a vampire – it was forced upon him. Tonight had been his first night out. And just look how it was turning out…

Lifting Amu's head into her lap, her blood spilled onto his black pance of his school uniform. What could he do? Could he help her? Deliriously, Amu's head rolled back and fourth in his lap as she cried and pulsed further. Uncontrollably, his eyes met once again with her bloody neck.

It was somewhat pale, but not greatly. Had she…become a vampire…or not? He was too young and inexperienced to know. If she were he thought she would be paler. Vampires always had light skin but when someone is first bitten they are literally iced from the cold and white as printer paper. That was how he was. He had to be softened because he had frozen. But she didn't look or feel that way. Maybe…she hadn't become a vampire. But her blood had been sucked…and she wasn't dead either. What could this mean…?

Shakily, and with a voice filled with fear, Amu's eyes widened as tears spilled. Whimpering, sh cried. "H-he-lp! G-g-get-get me h-h-help!"

Before he could act, the young, jet, cat ears of his detected voices - screaming voices. "Amu! Amu where are you?! Amu is your momma!" There was another voice. "Amu! Answer you father! Please! Where are you?" Another voice. "Come out Amu! Are you alright?!" Each time, more and ore voices came. I sounded like a group of twenty calling for…this…Amu. That was her name?

Quickly, the boy stood and looked at his mother dead body. He…had really killed her. Concealing his fire knife in his satchel, he glanced one more time at…Amu. He knew he would face serious charges for killing his mother. Just as he about to take off, someone grabbed his arms, tightly.

Surprised, he looked up at the towering figure that held him. Ina deep voice, the shadow spoke. "…Ikuto…you will regret what you have done this night…" Quickly, he dragged the boy off into the night without a sound.

Amu was alone. All alone. No longer having any strength, she passed out.

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The shrill class bell rang throughout the school. It was the biggest school in all of Tokyo – with a floor for each grade up to High school.

Having her own style for everything, Amu was the first to emerge from her class room. She always had to be the first out. No one dared to beat her. As the 'cool and spicy' girl slung her black bag of book over her shoulder, she did he slow, cold walk down the hall. She strolled so causally through it as if she owned it. Her chin raised and her bubblegum hair bouncing on her shoulders, she focused her golden gaze ahead of her.

Now people began to crowd in the halls and were drooling over the hot girl. She had on her usual school uniform with her own trendy yet luxurious styles added for her own taste. Her pink hair was in her X clips and her bangs fell just over her eyebrows.

Ascending down the stairs, Amu drifted off. In a month it would be seven years to the day of her incident. She couldn't remember a lot. They never found out what happened. The time the search party had reached her she was out and the boy's mother was dead. Abruptly, the police was called and Amu was taken to the emergency room. The doctor never discovered the issue. He guessed some insane women beat up Amu and Amu fought back, hitting her in the jaw. Why else would her mouth be full of blood…? As for the blood-gushing injury in her back, the police believed more then two people were involved in this incident. As for the mark of spilling blood of the seven year-olds neck…most just said it was a cut she had gotten from her attacker. No one knew. Only Amu.

A Vampire. Several weeks after it, Amu decided what she believed it was – a vampire. However, she never spoke of it to anyone. Who would believe her anyway? But what happened was strange. Amu had quickly become unsociable and insecure with herself. She felt alone and different, as if she wouldn't ever fit into her own life again.

However, one thing was thus far unsolved to Amu. She was meant to be killed and not turned into a vampire. But she hadn't. She was alive. But neither was she a vampire. There was one person she could at least permit her thoughts to say she slightly cared for. But she never craved his blood. It was transparent that she, Amu, was not a Vampire. So…what was she…?

Amu decided on being a 'survivor.'

Turning the corner after reaching the bottom of the building, he nearly ran into her.

Tadase gasped. "A-Amu! Forgive me. I-I'm sorry" he said in the most sympathetic tone.

Amu's cold, golden eyes turned to look him in the eye. "You stop spluttering like a child" she replied. "Now I have to go."

Tadase spoke quickly. "Oh. Er – sorry. Hey listen, I heard you weren't doing so well in history. I thought maybe I could give you hand" he offered.

Amu looked as if she were considering it. Slinging her bag closer, she replied in an almost kinder voice. "Thanks, Tadase. I'd appreciate that. Meet you here tomorrow fifteen minutes before class." Waving, she walked past him. The two knew each other fairly well but, no matter how acquainted, Amu treated everyone this way. It wasn't 'cool' to be sweet and kind.

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Amu never went straight home. Walking alone though he park at night, which she had eventually gained enough courage to do so and with her parents permission, she sighed. Another exhausting day. Surprising her, her three little 'friends' popped out from her bag.

Ran smiled brightly and danced. "Yay! Free at last from stuffy school bag!" Suddenly, she stopped and noticed her spooky surroundings. At once, Miki and Ran both let out cries and jumped on top of Su for protection. Stuttering, Ran said spoke in a frightened voice. "It's so-so dark, Amu-ch-chan! W-wh-why are w-we o-out h-here?!"

Amu sighed again and dropped her bag of books purposely. "To do what I really wanted to" she replied. Slowly, all her Shugo Charas turned to her for an explanation and she answered coolly. "…To figure out what peace and quiet means. But it seems I can't get a lot of that with you around though. Maybe I should go."

At one they all screamed in unison. "NOOOO! Please don't leave us ALONE!"

Suddenly, Amu started to hear a sharp tune of music through out the sad patch of thick trees around her. It was a violin. Though Amu didn't know it. She knew nothing of instruments. Looking around, Amu felt chills creep up and down her spine. Where was it coming from? Who was playing it? It was pretty close.

Signaling the freaked Charas to be silent, Amu snuck over to some of the further trees. The music was getting louder and more beautiful. Clear and mind-baffling, Amu felt under the melody's smell. With out a doubt, it was the most gorgeous thing her ears had ever heard.

Suddenly, Amu stopped dead in her soundless tracks. The music was coming from above her. Slowly, and with alert golden eyes, Amu's head tilted up somewhat to get a look.

There, standing on a branch and leaned up against the tree back, was a boy. His hair was a silky navy color and appeared intoxicating under the moonlight. His skin was slightly pale and his eyes were closed softly so he could focus on his music. At least, that's what she presumed. If only she could see his eyes though. Seeing it was dark, Amu at the start didn't notice the main attraction. After staring and staring, she caught it and had to keep herself from gasping a loud. On top his flawless head of blue hair Amu realized he had two jet black cat ears and a tail too. What was up with this guy? And yet…he was so beautiful…

She had to get a better look. Approaching the tree, Amu looked up it. There weren't any branches until higher up. How did he get up there? Looking at the tree a few feet away, Amu began to climb that one. From branch to branch she journeyed up the tree, the music getting further louder as she reached the boy's level. Now she had to cross over to his tree to get closer.

Reaching with great difficulty on her tippy-toes, she locked her eyes on the branch. It was skinny. But if she could just get on it then she could quickly get to the boy's branch. Again, she stretched out her sweaty hand for it. She was getting closer…closer…closer…

Amu had hold of it. Attempting to be quiet, Amu put one foot over the gap and on the other side. Time to go. With a small leap, Amu made it. Before she could even smile, it happened.

Creeacck!

Amu knew what was happening. Beneath her shaking feet, the thin branch had cracked and with a scream, Amu fell. It was less then a second after her fall, when the shadow moved at the speed of sound.

With a stunned grunt and eyes closed tight, Amu felt something. She was no longer falling. Someone was holding her – someone icy cold. Opening her bright, golden eyes, she let out a gasp. It was him – the boy who was playing the beautiful melody. Securely, he held her in his strong arms. She also noticed he was on in the ground in an alert stance while carrying her. How did he land on his feet? And how did he catch her?

Spluttering, she whispered. "W-who are you…?"

Smirking, he replied with her previous line that he had overheard when spying. "You can stop spluttering like a kid now."

FIRST CHAPTER! Review please!