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Society always expects us to be good little children. To do as we're told, no questions asked. They always tell us about the good things in life, and how to act, but they don't tell us how to react. The only thing they tell you is that life is beautiful and worth it, but they don't tell you that you will face hardships and what to do in those times.

When I was seventeen, my parents were murdered. I don't know who by, but I know it was a man. Honestly, I don't want to know. A few months have passed since then. What matters is the current situation. My situation right now... That is...

I looked down at my dirty hands, which I held palm-up, in front of me. I didn't make it to school once again. I frowned. I smelt and had no way of taking a bath besides in the river some three miles from my current location. I closed my eyes and clutched my hands together close to my chest.

As you can see, I live in the streets. Because of the murder of my parents, and the fact that all my other relatives have basically disowned me, I had nowhere to go. I refused to allow myself to rely on an orphanage or foster care unit, so I ran away, reducing myself to live on the streets. For the past seven months, I've been little more than a pitiful, homeless child.

My name is Mirai Jan. I was, or still am, I suppose, an only child. My mother was eighteen when she had me with my father, who was twenty. The two were madly in love, and I was planned. I'd always had a good life, that is, until they passed. The scene was gruesome. There was blood. More blood than I would have ever thought possible. When I touched them, they were ice cold. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths parted.

I shook my head, forcing those memories away. There weren't the type I liked to remember, but who would?

Reaching behind me, I placed my left hand on the wall. I maneuvered myself so my weight was being held on by my feet. I forced myself to stand and brushed off any loose dirt. I took a few steps forward before looking back at my pathetic excuse for a home. All I had was a petty cardboard box with a torn and burned blanket I had found abandoned. A few extras sat in the back corner of the box. I had a few additional items such as soap, bandages, and even a few pairs of clothes I'd managed to save. I have a few things to eat, but I only eat when absolutely necessary. I guess you could say I'm severely underweight.

I raised my arms above my head and stood in my toes, stretching. Almost falling over, my arms immediately reached out to my sides, keeping my balance upright. I'd lost everything elegant about me when I became homeless. I rarely spoke to people, and when I did, I practically mumbled. I spoke so quietly, even I could barely hear myself.

A sudden scream pierced the air and my head flew to the side. Before I could blink, my body began running in the direction the scream came from. Within just a few turns, I stumbled across a disheveled man holding a female by the wrist. Just as I was about to intervene, a voice yelled out just before a red-headed male suddenly burst forward, knocking the disheveled man away from the girl by kicking him in the shoulder.

My body froze as the man went flying, slamming into a pile of rubbish. My hand still reached out, and I slowly lowered it beside me, standing straight up. Glancing behind the red-head, I noticed two more males followed behind him. One was rather short and appeared to have a light brown, almost purple, colored hair with matching eyes. He wore black framed glasses, and had the overall appearance of someone with a natural smart persona. The other male, on the other hand, was tall with decent-length black hair. His eyes appeared to be a unique crimson color. He wore an earring which dangled near his shoulder that held a cross on it. Each of their outfits were the same, being the school uniform.

Oh, that's why those two look familiar. That's Han Shinwoo and that's Woo Ikhan. And that must be Yuna.

I looked down at the girl who had been held, only to confirm my suspicions. It was in fact Yuna. Then... Who was this man? I looked back up at the man who was unfamiliar to me. I stepped back when he turned to me. And stared. That's all he did. He only moved his head to look at me, hardly anything more. His gaze was piercing, but I managed somehow to stare right back. That is, until Shinwoo threw a trash can suddenly. My face was probably priceless as I watched how easily he took down the man, only for him to get right back up. I turned back to the man, only to see him missing.

I glanced around, seeing no trace of him or of the others; only of the disheveled man who stood, staring vacantly at where the group had stood. Suddenly, a distinct voice could be heard and I stepped back. My head spun to the side to see two figures step out of the shadows and into the light.

My eyes widened. First of all, the one was massive! He wasn't overweight by any means, he was just incredibly... bulky! And his skin color... It seemed to have a pink tint to it. His eyes matched the color of his skin. He wore a hat that, if angled just right, could hide his face. He also wore a massive trench coat which hid most of his frame.

The other guy was much more... simple. His hair was a grey-ish color with matching eyes. He wore a collared white tee with a sleeveless vest covering it. Over that, he wore a jacket which was unbuttoned. He wore simple dark-blue jeans. His appearance was overall simple. Except... He had a scar over the right side of his lip. I wonder how he got that...

"We were only visiting, but I didn't think we'd get to see such an interesting show." The smaller man grinned, then continued. "Even if you're weak because you haven't eaten yet, he wasn't bad at all. Who knew you'd be beaten so badly?" My eyebrows furrowed. He was making no sense. It seemed as though he went to a compliment then to an insult. And what does he mean 'haven't eaten yet'? Were they homeless, too?

"We picked up a useless guy again." The bulky one spoke and I listened silently. The three hadn't noticed me yet, and I had no intentions of making myself known.

"It can't be helped. That kid wasn't an ordinary brat."

"Che. Even so, to a kid like that... I guess trash will always be trash. Letting a caught prey run away..." The bulky man paused. I watched as the disheveled man seemed to flinch back in fear, only to straighten and clench his jaw. His teeth were bared, and upon closer inspection, I noticed... fangs? I looked up at his eyes, at last, to see them an intense shade of red. This man... How did I not notice these features before? Even his skin was a unique shade! I just assumed it was the light before... Is he a... vampire? Then was does that make these two?

Suddenly, the smaller man's interest was capture by a bag on the ground. I watched and listened, still silent. "Kuku~ Judging from his clothes, I assumed he's a student. I guess he left his bag."

"Search it. You should know the name of the guy who beat you up, right?" The bulky man spoke to the vampire-like man. He obeyed, lifting the bag into the air quickly, causing the contents to spill onto the ground. By the looks of it, four books fell onto the ground, but at this distance, I couldn't read what they said. By the blank expressions of the three, it must not have been what they were expecting. I chuckled lightly at their blank expressions and instantly regretted it.

Before I could figure out what had happened, I was pressed against a wall with the bulky man holding me there by my throat. Instead of reacting, I stared up at him, my eyes opened about half way. I didn't reach up to grab at his hands, figuring that would only make him grip tighter onto me. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" His voice sounded cruel.

I opened my mouth to speak, but because of the amount of pressure on my throat, I couldn't. At last, I attempted to somehow lessen his grip by holding onto his wrist. As I had suspected, his grip only tightened. I released a small whimper and closed my eyes.

"M-24. She cannot respond if you hold her so tightly." The smaller man spoke, as I easily recognized his voice.

At last, the grip lessened just enough for me to breath. I took in a quick breath, unsure of how long I would be allowed to breathe. "Who are you?!" The bulky man spoke once more. "What are you doing here?! Are you a part of The Union?!"

"I'm here because I heard a scream." I managed to speak, pausing between a few of the words. My voice was quiet, but I was certain this man could hear me. His grip tightened. "I was- curious." I closed one eye against the pain he caused, and griped tightly onto his wrists, practically begging for him to let me go.

"M-24. She could be used as food for the infected. Don't kill her. By the looks of it, it wouldn't take much to kill her anyway." I glanced down at the bandages that covered random spots on my frame. I had a bandage wrapped around my chest, head, as well as my right arm. The sleeve of my shirt on the left side was torn at the shoulder and a small cotton patch was taped against a cut I'd received while trying to escape from a wild dog. There was also a small bandage on my left cheek. I have no idea how I got that cut.

Suddenly, my body hit the ground and the pressure on my neck was gone. My hands immediately went to my neck as I leaned over, gasping. "You. Eat." I looked up to see the bulky man pointing at the vampire thing. I pushed back against the wall, staring at it desperately. The thing grinned, baring its sharp canines. His red eyes gleamed and he stalked forward, stumbling lazily. I could have ran, if I knew the other two wouldn't attack me, too. I guess... I should die trying, right?

My body tensed and using small movements, I lifted myself onto my feet, still crouched down. Just as the thing reached a few feet from me, I glanced quickly to the side, launching my body away from the thing. Much to my surprise, the two men did not move. They watched me, certainly, but they did not attempt to follow me. I glanced at the smaller man as I ran, watching as he disappeared from my sight as I turned a corner. I didn't stop there, though, knowing he would easily be able to follow me that way.

Several turns later, I rested against a building, panting. It had been a long time since I'd really been so active. My body obviously was not used to it. I brought a hand up to my neck, attempting to rub the soreness out of it. It was certain to bruise.

"Keke~" A laugh to my side caused me to jump. Before I could look at the source of the laugh, I was shoved violently onto the ground. The person grabbed my injured shoulder and turned me over so my back was on the ground. My eyes wide, I stared up at the vampire from earlier. His fangs were long and his eyes were also wide. Most likely in anticipation for a meal.

"Excellent. Do it quickly." I looked to the side to see the smaller man watching with his arms crossed. He stared down at me as though I was nothing more than trash. I threw out my arm when I felt the vampire above me draw closer to my neck.

"Don't!" For the first time in months, my voice was louder than a whisper. I attempted to shove against his chest but he didn't even budge. I gripped tightly onto his shirt, my eyes closed tightly. "Please... Don't do this. I'm begging you, please." My voice was quiet again, just so he could hear it. The seemed to groan in response, but he did not stop. Within moments, I felt his fangs at the base of my neck. I removed one hand from his shirt and grasped his arm. The other hand gripped tighter onto his shirt. At last, a piercing pain enveloped the side of my neck. I gasped, my head leaning back and my back arched. My knees pulled up, hitting the man lightly on his bottom, seeing as he was sitting on me. His hands held him up, them resting on either side of my head.

My eyes flashed when he started to pull my blood from me. My head turned to look at the smaller man, silently begging him to let me live. "Please..." My voice was weak, but I raised it enough for him to hear me. I gasped when I felt the vampire lick my neck, his fangs still buried inside me. I wanted to move, somehow, to get away. I didn't want to die here. "Please don't do this to me." My eyes closed, knowing that begging was pointless. I released my grip on the man, allowing my arms to fall beside me.

"Alright. That's enough." I opened my eyes, glancing over at the two men who were watching. My vision was fuzzy and I found it hard to see the features of the two men. "I said enough!" Suddenly, the man's weight was removed from mine. His teeth were forced out of my neck violently, which caused me to cry out. I looked over to the other side of me to see the vampire lifting himself, in what seemed to be rather painfully, from the ground. A hole was formed in the wall from where I assumed he was kicked to. "We will be keeping her for a while. As entertainment." The small man, which I believe was called M-21, spoke.

"Entertainment?" My voice cracked, and before I could get a response, my eyes grew heavy. Then, darkness enveloped me.

As you can see, it's certainly not the best story. However, I am devoted to this story wholeheartedly. I find myself unbelievable attracted to M-21, and no matter how hard I tried to resist writing a story, because I am actually working on creating a fanfic for another story, I just couldn't deny myself in writing this. I started this story last night, and am already quite a way into chapter two. Obviously, chapter one isn't going to be as long as the following chapters. As time goes on, I will most likely come back to this chapter and edit it, making a few minor corrections. If I see any mistakes, I will be sure to correct them.