A/N: Well I've decided to rewatch Vampire Knight and this time I'm way more in love with Shiki but Zero is still awesome so I don't know who to pair Emi with DX

I'm going to rewrite this story cause it'll help me get into the mood to write more (I hope).

For people who have read it before... Sorry but there's probably going to be some major changes so you guy's should reread it from the start... Emi will probably be changed somewhat too...

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Emi's dulled turquoise eyes stared out the paned glass window as she watched another piece of scenery go by. The position she was in was all her fault to begin with; though she would gladly argue that it was her parents' faults instead. Which it could have easily been. Or maybe it was the political image or everything... In the end she really could blame everyone and yet no one at the same time.

With a sigh, Emi tore her gaze from the window and lifted herself out of her seat in the train as it began to slow down. If someone were to just glance at her they would think she was just a beautiful girl who was a victim of poverty or other things like that. Her clothes had a rugged and dirty appearance and her eyes and hair had lost their usual shine and glow.

One look at her and no one would ever guess she was truly from a powerful and well respected clan of high ranking vampires who were fortunate enough to be one of the only ones with some with untainted blood. Well, her parents and cousin were actually the last of the purebloods in that clan now that she had left, the rest were just regular nobles.

Emi took one last glance at the compartment she had resided in for the last couple of days and then strolled gracefully out of the train. She had no belongings with her except a small amount of cash that should hold her out until she could find a way to make more money. Most likely doing some odd jobs around the town. Of course, if she batted her eyes at some men they'd gladly fork over their cash, but taking advantage of humans like that truly disgusted her.

Walking up to a little bakery and ignoring the stares she was getting, mostly from guys and a few jealous girls, she pulled the wad of cash from her pocket and counted it quietly. "100, 120, 140, 160, 163, 164, 165. Looks like I've only got $165.30 left after all the money I spent on the train ride to this place," she mumbled to herself as she stopped in front of the counter.

"What can I do for a pretty girl such as yourself?" a teenage guy who would most likely be considered handsome by regular girls, but Emi, of course, wasn't an ordinary girl.

"What's the biggest yet lowest priced item(s) you have?" she inquired forcefully while glancing around the store.

At one point in time, girls' used to throw themselves at his feet but ever since he joined the school with the exclusive Night Class that had become less and less frequent. "Damn those cocky bastards, strutting around here like they own the place," he thought to himself as he watched the latest costumer disregard him completely and only care about the inventory. He shook his head slightly and finally answered the white haired girl's question, "Well we're offering a special today. You can buy two large loafs of bread and get other items adding up to equal or less than the value of one loaf. I'll even throw in some pop free of charge for a girl as pretty as you."

Emi shifted her attention back to the boy and gave him a small fake smile, "Alright, how much would that cost? And could I have a bottle of water instead of pop?"

"Yeah, I can get you that water. It'll come to about $7.30. One loaf is $3.65," the cashier informed Emi as she began peeling the money off the wad.

She counted the amount quickly and placed it on the counter. The young girl then glanced around the store and decided on a couple of cream puffs to be the extra items. As she told her choice to the boy and he left to go into the backroom, she started to get horrible constrictions in her chest area.

The feeling soon escalated into full blown pain and Emi dropped to her knees holding her parched throat and painfully throbbing chest. Blood tablets could sustain the thirst for only so long; they could never replace the real thing. Emi tried to stand and overcome the thirst that was enveloping her. Her blue-green eyes turned to a blood red colour as the thirst threatened to overtake her. She knew she had to get control of herself, and fast! If she bit a human then that human would either die or turn into a vampire and then fall to Level E. Both options were bad. Very bad. Though her parents would be urging her to bite a human and make them a slave to her. But she was not like her parents, and never would be.

The boy came back from the backroom, "Okay I've got-" he cut himself off short as he took notice of the girl laying curled up on the floor clutching her chest and withering in agony. He dropped what he was carrying and rushed over to her, "Are you okay? What's the matter?" he frantically asked her.

"Water..." she croaked in a barely audible voice. The cashier strained to hear her and moved closer. He was now close enough that his pulse was beating so loudly in Emi's ears that that was all she could hear. She forced herself to concentrate and tried again, "Water... bring me water..."

This time he heard her and hurried off to do just that. He brought her the water she had just purchased and unscrewed the lid for her. He had no idea what was going on, but the longer the girl was in this state, the greater his feeling of danger became. Emi grabbed the water and shakily lifted a hand into her pocket for her blood tablets. She pulled out a small tin and attempted to opened it.

Due to her shakiness, the pills scattered all over the floor. The boy thought it would be better to help her than question her, so he gathered five of the pills. "Put... them in the water..." Emi chocked out, the convulsions were becoming worse and all she could think about was pouncing on the guy and sucking him dry. She shook her head slightly to banish the thoughts, though that wasn't working too well, now all she was imagining was sucking him close to dry.

Yami, as Emi found out was the guy's name, dropped the pills into the water bottle and stared at it in shock as the clear liquid turned a pale and bloody red. Emi carefully as to not reveal her sudden change in eye colour, took the bottle and washed the substance down her throat. Her body wanted to reject the measly substitute but she forced herself drink it all and keep it down. Her body jerked violently and she found herself clutching the poor boy's jacket so tightly it was beginning to rip.

He tried to calm Emi down as her body finally accepted the tablet infused water as a way to quench her thirst. When she finally calmed down she began reaching for the tablets that were still littering the floor and placed them back into their rightful container. Yami helped her as well, deciding it was probably best to make sure this strange girl was perfectly alright before asking her any questions.

He took notice that after she had drunk the weird liquid that the feeling that had been building up inside of him had diminished greatly. Once all the tablets were back in place and the tin was back in her pocket did he finally gather up the nerve to ask her questions, starting with, "Are you alright?"

Emi gave him another small fake smile, "It's nothing to worry about. It's only natural and it's my own fault for not quenching my thirst earlier," she informed him.

That answer left Yami with even more questions, "Quenching your thirst? What exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asked suspiciously. Yami gathered his thoughts, he was the brightest in his class for a reason, "The water looking like diluted blood isn't just a coincidence is it? You're..." he gulped, fearing the answer, "A vampire...?"

The girl stood up gracefully and spun around to face him. "Are you insane?" she questioned him, raising a delicate pale eyebrow. "A vampire? You've seen way too many movies."

"But- but the blood and the-" he started only to be cut off by Emi.

"I have an illness, alright?" She needed to say something believable and the easiest way to do that would be to merely tell some of the facts and embellish here and there. "Something that requires me to take pills or else it feels like my throat's on fire, it's sort of like your throat would feel if you were in the desert and hadn't had a drink for days. Cause it's so similar I normally refer to taking the pills as "quenching my thirst"." She frowned, although this was an explanation many would be ready to accept, she didn't really want it getting around and receive special treatment because of it which is what caused her to say, "But, please don't tell anyone, k?"

The young pureblood closed her eyes and swiftly turned away from him. She felt like she could trust him to not say anything strange to people, he seemed like the smart type. Emi left the store and was heading away from it when the boy ran up to her and grabbed her arm. "Don't go yet," he insisted while he shoved a bag of bread in her face, "You forgot these and you already paid!" She smiled slightly, a genuine smile, and took the paper bag from him.

She mumbled her thanks and was about to set off again when she noticed than Yami had yet to relinquish his hold on her. Before she could ask him to let go he interrupted her, "It's too bad you're not a vampire... You definitely have the looks to be one! Though... it would make sense as to why you're walking around in the sun and not sparkling or something."

"Sparkling...?" she questioned. What kind of imbecile would believe that vampires sparkled when exposed to the sun? Wishing for them to burn in daylight was a natural response to make them seem less frightening, but sparkle... Emi shook her head at the ridiculous notion. "Really... Not everything you see on TV is true..."

"For your information; I didn't see that on TV! I read it in a graphic novel..." he said trailing off at the end as if reading something like that was taboo or something of that nature. "Anyway!" he started, much more cheerfully, "I haven't seen you around before, are you new? You transferring to the school here?"

"Transferring? There's a school nearby?" she inquired as she faced Yami. She took note that he was wearing what was most likely a black boy version of a school uniform. He had been wearing an apron on top of it earlier which is why she missed this fact.

"Yeah! Cross Academy! It's the school I go to!"

"Well... I didn't really come here for school..." The real reason she came to this place was to escape her parents and all the rules and expectations they placed upon her. Mostly the rules, since she couldn't escape the expectations as long as there were still vampires alive.

"If you don't have a place to stay though, Cross Academy has dorm rooms and it's free to stay there. There's just one catch..."

"..."

"You have to be a student and go to classes to be able to live there! I don't know if you like the night or day better... but luckily Cross Academy has a Day and Night Class! The Night Class is for students who prefer the night better and are more talented than those in the Day Class."

"A special class for the more talented?" And that's held at night? What kind of weird school was this?

"Yup! Everyone in the Night Class are super good looking! You look like you'd totally fit in there!" He smiled brightly at her and proceeded to drag her in the direction of the school grounds.

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It took about half an hour until they were at the academy's gates. Yami urged her inside and quickly led her to where the headmaster was located. By now it was near dinner time and the day's classes should have ended. He was about to knock when the doors were opened and a handsome, young, brown haired man walked right past them. As he walked past Emi their eyes locked for a second, her turquoise ones and his crimson ones. The contact broke as quickly as it had started and he continued on his way out of the building.

Emi inhaled and she could detect the aura of a dignified pureblood, one that seemed vaguely familiar. "Who was that?" she asked Yami.

"Of course... everyone always asks about him..." he grumbled before answering, "That's Kaname Kuran, the president of the Moon Dorm where all of the Night Class students reside."

"Is that so..." she mumbled. Kamane Kuran, no wonder he seemed familiar, that was the name of the boy who would constantly hang out with her when she was younger. Before the 'suicide' of his parents, after that, he had started to come by less and less until he stopped coming altogether. She almost hadn't recognize him. She pushed the thoughts of her past into a deep corner of her mind and strolled into the headmaster's office.

"Oh is there something else you need Kana-" he paused when he saw it wasn't Kaname who had entered the room but a girl with long snowy white hair that reached to her waist and beautiful green-blue eyes. Her clothes seemed quite tattered and gave off the impression that she had been on the road for quite a while. "And who might you be?"

"My name is Emi Fujita" she began but she needn't say more than that.

"Emi! Oh my dear I feel for you fiercely!" The headmaster exclaimed as he jumped up and out of his chair and grabbed her hands in his.

"What-" she was cut off.

"Your father is such a horrid man! -Excuse me for saying- But he wouldn't even let me talk to you about my precious school!"

"You... know my father?"

"Yup! Takeru is a cold man indeed! That's probably why Kaname wanted me to personally invite you to this school! But your father being the mean man he is wouldn't even let me past the front door! Though I never gave up hope that one day you'd come here on your own, and here you are!"

"Headmaster-"

"Call me Kaien!"

"Kaien sir... Does that mean I can stay here? I kind of... Well..." The next hour or so was spent with Emi explaining her life in the Fujita household, the predicament she got herself into and Headmaster Cross telling her about all the rules of the school.

"So that's how it is..." Headmaster Cross stated after he heard her history, "So Emi, would you prefer the Night Class or the Day Class?"

"I get a choice? From what you've told me, vampires are automatically sent to the Night Class," she interjected, uncertain of why she was being given so much freedom.

"Well, from what you've told me, you already have a friend that's part of the Day Class so wouldn't it be easier for you? Or maybe you want to hang out with your kin?"

"I... I guess I want to be in the Day Class," she answered. Yami, who had his ear pressed against the door jumped with glee this announcement. He hadn't heard the majority of the conversation but he had heard enough to know that Emi had had a hard life up until now and he was determined to make it better.

"Okay then!" Cross sang as he went to a closet and brought out a girl version of the Day Class uniform and handed it to her. "Classes start at 8:10am, I hope that's okay since most vampires aren't morning people..."

"No it's fine," she argued, "My sleeping pattern is totally screwed up anyway."

"If you say so!" he chirped happily. Cross then became more serious, "Though I have a favour to ask. Since you know all about the Night Class then would you mind helping me keep the peace between the two races?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I was hoping you could become a Prefect, or in other words a Guardian. Someone who keeps the Day Class at bay when it comes time for the Night Class to come out."

"But shouldn't the Day Class already be in their dorms by that time?"

"Don't worry, it should be easy enough for you!" he waved a hand to dismiss the idea. "But, just so you know, if you accept the duties of a Prefect you will come in contact with the Night Class. Can you handle that?"

She nodded her head, feeling like this was the least she could do after he had been so kind as to let her join so easily. "I accept the responsibilities of being a Prefect. It's the least I can do for you not informing my parents of my location and keeping me safe."

"Emi!" he cried before latching on to her so tightly she was having trouble breathing.

"P-please let go of me," she begged him as it became harder to breath. He seemed to realize her dilemma and finally released his grip.

"You start tomorrow! Ask Yuuki to show you the ropes since I don't think Zero will be much help," Cross gave her a bundle of things including a map, her uniform, her Prefect badge and a class schedule and ushered her out the door.

Emi nodded in understanding and elegantly strolled out of the room to meet up with Yami who was still waiting. When the doors opened and Emi stepped outside, Yami instantly rushed over to her. He grabbed her class schedule and beamed at her. "Yeah! It looks like you're in my class!" he then yawned tiredly. " I guess we should turn in, night Emi." He turned and left for the boys' section of the Sun Dorm after promising to meet her bright and early tomorrow morning.

She smiled at his retreating back and went the other way to where she guessed was the Sun Girls' Dorm. Reading the paper that had her room number on it and glancing at the map it told her that her room was close the the main doors and she would be without a roommate. She found her room and stepped inside. Since she had nothing with her, there would be no need to unpack so she just collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep rather quickly.

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Meanwhile, after Kaname had exited the building his thoughts began to wander, "Was that really her? Emi Fujita. Daughter of the head of the Fujita family and one of the handful of purebloods left in the vampire world. Did her father really allow her to come or did she run away? If she ran away than her appearance could cause problems for him later on, but for now, he decided to treat her well, for old time's sake if nothing else." He had actually been planning on going to go get her himself if she didn't arrive by the end of the year. And knowing her father, even that would just barely be enough to convince him. He sighed and forced all traces of worry off his face as he entered the Moon Dorm.

The circumstances regarding Emi's appearance would have to wait for another time, now he had to focus on being a good example for the Night Class, which meant that he couldn't show up late for class.