"It's down here," a young human boy says as he leads his group of friends down a stone staircase, leading down to an enclosed tomb that he had stumbled across the day before. He ran his hand along the wall, which was damp as the group of friends came to a stop in front of a large stone door. It was dark, the only light being from a candle flame one of the boys were holding, and the leader motioned the other boy to hold the candle above the door, where he had noticed something carved into the door. Because it was so dark the boy couldn't make out what was written on the door, but with the flame he could make it out perfectly.

"'Here I lay in an eternal sleep, if you dare to awake me you will suffer the consequence with your blood,'" the boy holding the candle read. "What do you think it means?"

"I don't know, let's find out," the leader says. "Hand me the crowbar."

"Uh ... do you think this is a good idea?" another boy asks, sounding afraid. "It does say 'suffer the consequence with your blood.'"

"Pfft, it's obviously fake," the leader says. He grabs the crowbar out of the scared boy's hand and wrenches it into the door, pulling it open. It opens with a loud crunching sound, and the inside was darker. Each boy lit their own candle, illuminating the room beyond them. The ground, walls and ceiling were made of stone, the walls looked damp and the air was airtight, as if this place had been enclosed for thousands of years. In the middle was an object that looked like a stone coffin, and the leader made its way to it, his friends hesitantly following behind him.

"We should probably go back," the only red haired boy in the group says, his voice shaking. "There could be a dead person in that coffin."

"That just makes it better," the leader says. He sticks the crowbar underneath the coffin lid and wrenched it up. The lid opened up slowly, groaning all the way, and it finally dropped to the ground with a loud crash. The leader shone the flame above the coffin and gasped what he saw. It looked like a sleeping woman with long moonlight coloured hair that reached to the bottom of the coffin. She was wearing a black kimono with a blood red obi and a crimson bow wrapped around it with her arms folded neatly over her breasts and a black veil over her face. She looked like she was asleep, but she was obviously dead. The boy reached out and pulled the veil off the woman's face.

"Wow, she looks to beautiful," the leader states, raking his hands through her long hair. He noticed the ruby pendant around her neck, shining in the candlelight. "That looks valuable. Let's take it." He wraps his hands around the ruby and wrenched it off, standing up and turning away from the dead woman.

"Uh ... I don't think it's a good idea to take that," the red haired boy said.

"Why not? She's dead, she won't mind," the leader says. The other boys looked over the boy's shoulder and they all started to tremble in fear, their eyes wide. "What is it?" the leader asks. They all point over the boy's shoulder, and he turns around slowly.

"It's rude to take jewels off a sleeping woman's neck," a light, calm voice says and the boy shines the candlelight to see the dead woman was not in fact dead but very much alive. Her light pink eyes seemed to glow in the light, and she looked frightening.

With a loud scream the boys all dropped their candles, which snuffed out before they hit the ground, and ran for what they hoped was the door. The room suddenly lit up and the leader turned around to see that the woman was gone from the coffin. He stopped in his tracks when he heard one of his friends scream, and he turned to see him on the ground, blood on his neck and his skin slowly turning to dust. He whirled around when he heard another scream and saw one of his other friends in the same condition. In a mater of minutes all of his friends were dead, their bodies turning into dust. The boy was breathing heavily, and he whirled when he heard a soft step behind him. The woman was standing behind him, her face and chest covered in blood. The boy stepped back in fear.

"You killed my friends. You ate them!"

"It did say on the door that those who awoke me will suffer the consequence with their blood," the woman pointed out, stepping forward. "I'm just fulfilling my word." With every step the woman took toward the boy, he took a step back away from the woman.

"No, stay back!" the boy shouts, holding his fingers out in a cross towards the woman. "Stay away you zombie!"

The woman laughed, wiping the tears of laughter out of her eyes. "That doesn't work on me little boy. Besides, I'm not a zombie." Her beautiful pink eyes begun to grow crimson, two long fangs extending from her upper lip. "I am a vampire." The boy screamed and turned away, running towards the door, which got bigger and bigger as he got closer. He looked over his shoulder, but the vampire was gone. Something grabbed him from the front and he turned too late as the woman sunk her teeth into his neck with so much force his blood splattered everywhere.

Sakiko Hiou was her name. She was one of the two remaining Purebloods of the Hiou Clan, the other being her identical twin sister Shizuka Hiou. But unlike her sister she had not been stuck in a cage, instead roamed the earth until she went into a deep slumber, where she stayed until now.

Sakiko's blood stained kimono whispered across the ground as she moved up the stone steps, the human boys' blood dripping to the floor as she walked. She stepped into the outside world, wincing as the sunlight hit her eyes. The outside looked different to when she last saw it, meaning that a couple of years must have passed. Sakiko walked over to a tree and leaned against it, licking the left over blood off her fingers. She looked up when she the scent of blood catches her nose, and she looked up to see a man with a strange material on his back holding a stick walking towards her. She saw a bandage wrapped around his arm, a red stain on it. She felt her eyes glow crimson as she stepped towards the man, who looked up a second too late as she sunk her teeth into his neck. His blood flowed into her mouth, tasting to her like molten chocolate would taste to a human. She removed her fangs out of the man's neck and looked into his eyes.

"Tell me, what's the date today?" she asks, binding him with her voice.

"Sixth of September, two thousand and fifteen," the man answered.

"And what century is it?" Asuna asked, stepping back.

"Twenty first." So three thousand years have passed since she went into a slumber. Sakiko licked her lips. "Thank you, for telling me," Sakiko bids before sinking her teeth into his already-healed neck, draining him of his blood. The man's body turned to dust in Sakiko's arms, pooling to the ground. She turned on her heel and walked away from the clearing, licking blood off her fingers.

Sakiko looked up at the blooming Sakura tree which reminded her of her sister Shizuka. Sakiko wondered if Shizuka was freed from her prison yet. She wanted to see her sister really badly. Three thousand years without seeing your mirror image will leave a piece of you missing, like part of yourself was cut off your body.

The wind blew in the opposite direction, sending Sakiko's moonlight hair to sweep to the side and the scent of blood to fill her nose. Sakiko was shocked at the scent. She would recognise that scent anywhere. A vampire hunter's blood.

Sakiko found herself following the scent, coming to a two story house in the middle of the woods. The scent of blood was stronger now, indicating that there had been a massacre in this house. And by the smell of the blood in the air the massacre had been caused by a vampire. Sakiko entered the house and walked into the kitchen, stopping dead when she saw the three bodies lying on the floor face down. She knew who they were instantly, they were part of the Kiryuu Clan. The vampire who did this could have only been a Pureblood because a regular vampire wouldn't have been able to defeat the Kiryuus.

"You poor things, meeting a tragic fate like this," Sakiko whispered, turning away. She stopped when she heard groaning and she turned around to see the young child, around thirteen with silver hair, struggling to get up. He glared at Sakiko with pure hatred in his lavander eyes.

"Haven't ... you done enough ... already?" he grunted, struggling to get to his feet. He grabbed one of the anti-vampire swords off the ground and pointed it at Sakiko. "I will destroy you, Shizuka Hiou."

"So the one who did this to you was my sister?" Sakiko asked, stepping towards the boy. She flung a surge of power at the boy, who dropped the weapon. "You were bitten and turned into a vampire by my sister's fangs, developing a blood bond between the two of you that can never be broken. But Shizuka's and my blood are practically the same being twins, so I can save you from the fate that she had thrust upon you."

Sakiko knelt in front of the child, who took her appearance in all the way. She did have the same face as Shizuka, but there were some differences. This one's hair was far longer and instead of wearing a white kimono with a purple obi she was wearing a black one with a red obi.

"My name is Sakiko Hiou," Sakiko introduced herself, giving the boy a sweet smile. "Allow me to help you. Will you trust me?"

Sakiko held her hand out to the boy, who hesitated before taking her hand.

"I'm Zero Kiryuu," the boy says to her, looking down and grimacing in pain. Sakiko stared at Zero before biting her wrist and held it out to Zero, who stared at the crimson blood flowing down her wrist.

"Take it, it'll make you feel better," Sakiko tells him. "It won't stop your fall to a Level E, only Shizuka will be able to do that, but it will slow down the process. However keep in mind that it won't be forever, one day you will be a Level E."

"Do you promise," Zero whispered. Sakiko tilted her head to the slide in confusion. "Do you promise to kill me when that happens?"

"Zero ..."

"PROMISE ME!" Zero screamed, looking up at Sakiko with tears falling down his face. "Do you promise to kill me when I fall to Level E?"

Sakiko sighed. She didn't hate her sister in the past - truthly they were extremely close before Sakiko was let out of the cage - but now, looking at Zero's tear-stained face and the blood shed around her, she now loathed her sister.

"I promise," Sakiko finally answered. "Let's make a blood pact."

Sakiko offered her blood to Zero, who finally gave in to his instincts and took her blood. That day each of the Kiryuu twins had gone away with the Hiou twins, never to be seen again until four years later.

"Zero, this is Akira Miyamoto," Sakiko introduced the shy human girl to Zero who stared at her with wife eyes. "The Senate will no doubt mistake me for Shizuka so I have no choice but to do a body jump."

Zero looked at the teenaged girl who was shuffling uncomfortably, looking from Zero to Sakiko and back at Zero. She had shoulder length dark brown hair that reminded Zero of dark chocolate, round emerald green eyes that had their own light in them that would never go out and a healthy glow to her skin. She was wearing a short black leather dress with fishnets going down her left arm and knee high black high heeled boots. Zero would have mistaken her for a hooker if he didn't know better.

"Hello Akira," Sakiko says, crouching down to Akira's height. "My name is Sakiko Hiou. Do you understand what is going on now?"

"Yes, I do understand," Akira answered. "And I owe you. You saved my life, I'll do anything for you Lady Sakiko."

Sakiko smiled gently and placed her hand on Akira's cheek, who closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. Zero was surprised at himself. He hated all Pureblood vampires, especially Shizuka Hiou, the one who took his life as a human, but not Sakiko Hiou. If it wasn't for her Zero would have been lost in the darkness. Zero had a strong urge to protect her with his very life. The irony it was that Sakiko had the exact same face as Shizuka but still was really different.

"Come with me Akira," Sakiko says, holding her hand out to the teenager. Akira took Sakiko's hand willingly and they both disappeared into the room, the door locked from the inside with no way for Zero to get in. Sakiko had to concentrate. Zero waited for what felt like an eternity but was only fives hours until the door opened and Sakiko-as-Akira stepped into the room, looking at Zero. Akira's left eye was now pink, the colour of Sakiko's eyes, indicating that Sakiko was inside her body. Sakiko-as-Akira ran her hand through her hair and stretched her arms over her head.

"How do you feel Lady Sakiko?" Zero asked.

"A little stiff," Sakiko-as-Akira answered. "It will take me some time to get used to a borrowed body, but I'll get used to it in no time. Zero, will you do me a favour?"

"Of course," Zero answered. Sakiko-as-Akira indicated Zero to follow her into the room where Sakiko's cast off body was lying in a coffin surrounded by ice. Zero guessed that since it wasn't occupied it'll have to be preserved as if it were a dead body. Sakiko-as-Akira walked over to the coffin and pulled out a gun with a brown hilt and gave it to Zero.

"This is called the Bloody Rose gun," she explained, sitting down on the coffin. "It is useless against humans but is deadly against vampires. I took it from your father that day and I thought it would be right to give it to you."

Zero looked down at the gun and bought it to his chest right above his heart. It belonged to his father so he'll treasure it.

"Thank you, Sakiko."