My newest story, and my first Vampire Knight Story. This is a joint effort with my friend, the very friend that showed my vampire knight in the first place too! Please give it a chance I really hope you like it and please PLEASE review when you finish reading.

I own none of the Vampire Knight characters (as much as I wish I did) and none of the clever ideas put into it… Please enjoy.

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She felt so lonely all of a sudden. Even though she was surrounded by people the sadness of loneliness crept up on her yet again, after she departed for bed. She woke screaming and was met by the faces of her worried friends in a matter of seconds. They patted her on the back and tried to sooth her fears as she sat shaking under the blood red sheets. Still not a single tear had fallen since. Not a single tear had fallen since the death of her mother. Not only was it her death, but it was her murder. Her mother, murdered at the hands of an ignorant vampire hunter.

The room was empty for sure now, but she could hear the whispers of the people just outside. She could hear them arguing over whether or not to stay with her through the night. She prayed they would leave, she wanted silence. One more hushed tone conversation would drive her mad.

She covered her ears and closed her eyes tight. Her heart beat loudly in her eyes and all was calm. In her solitude she was okay, but in her solitude she was alone. Something that someone can only take for a little while before they snapped. Her hands fell from her ears but her eyes stayed closed. She was please with the silence outside of her room, and her eyes opened. She stood from her bed and walked over to the window, opening it wide. The summer air rushed in and cleared the stale air from the room. The crickets played their songs and the owls called out to the night.

She took a breath. She couldn't do this forever. A week had passed and she was still locked up in her room. Tomorrow was a new day, and tomorrow she would stop all of this. She turned to the table pushed against the wall across from her bed, and sighed again. A book lay open. The book was filled with pictures of her mother and her, or her mother and friends. She closed the book and lifted it off the table. She bent down and lifted the blankets of her bed from the floor. Looking under it she pushed aside discarded paper and other useless items and shoved the book in their places. She sat back and looked at her work, pushing it further when she decided it wasn't far enough.

She got back into bed and closed her eyes. It all ended now. She allowed herself this one time to cry. To cry out everything for this was the only time she could do so without being interrupted by her worried friends. With these tears all the pain would go with it, and the next time she woke she would finally carry on.

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The sun came through her windows as it set. She'd slept most of the day and now was her time to get up. Her tears dried and the pain was different. She could bear it for now. So she whipped the blankets away from her and got out of bed. She got dress after a quick shower and stood in front of her door. Her hand slowly reached for the doorknob on the old oak door. Finally she grabbed it and pulled it open. She stepped out into the hall and walked towards the stairs. She cringed as she saw the door to her mother's room closed, but hurried down the stairs without hesitation.

They would all be here, waiting for her. But they would act so different, trying as much as they could to spare her feelings. She didn't know if she could handle that. She didn't know if she could handle anything right now, but she had to try. She had to try for the shake of her mother.

She stood in the doorway of the kitchen. All her friends stood around the table with dark circles under their eyes, none noticed her yet. She sighed; she was to blame for their slow reactions and lack of sleep. They turned when they heard her and rushed towards her.

"Shiori, how are you feeling?"

"Shiori, are you okay?"

"Shiori, sit down." They all said and she put her hands up to quiet them.

"Please, I'm okay." She eased their worries "Bur you all need rest. Sit, I will make something to eat."

They all sat and watched as she pulled out pans and foods. She fumbled as they watched, they all stiffened as if to help her, but she interrupted.

"I'm fine, just start a conversation." She looked up "You can't expect me not to be clumsy when you're all watching."

They all chuckled, but started a conversation none the less. She continued her work, making enough for all of them. She knew they wouldn't really eat it, but she needed to busy herself for a while. Shiori found some vegetables and started to chop them up. With a careful hand she sliced the carrots into thin circles. She dumped them into the pan and started on the next item. The water was added to the pan and she set it down on the burner. She went to the cabinet and took a few glasses. She put them on the table and opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle. The red liquid was contained in the wine bottle with a cork cap. She tugged it off and poured in into each glass. Her friends thanked her. She then poured a bit into the soup. Now all that was left to do was wait.

"Shiori?"

She turned to the voice. "Yes?"

"Aoi and I are leaving." The girl said

"Okay, I'll see you later," Shiori said "Goodbye Etsuko, Aoi."

Now she was left with the boys, her best friends. They sat in their chairs awkwardly after the other two girls left. She knew that Aoi and Etsuko were the ones that upheld the conversation and kept the boy's minds off Shiori's mother. She looked down at the table with her fists clenched at her sides. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. She met the eyes of her longest friend, Takeshi.

"Are you alright?" he asked. His hand moved to her cheek, brushing the dark blond hair out of the way. Her dark green eyes stared into his dark blue ones as she answered.

"Yes, I'm fine." She turned her head away "Please don't ask me that anymore."

His hand stayed in the air for a split second before finding its place by his side again. "You don't seem fine. I wanted to make sure."

"Well are you sure now?" she spat.

"No, I'm not." He said. His gaze was too much, it was too cold. But he'd always been like that. That is probably what made them such good friends in the first place. She'd always been the one to make quick stinging comments. While he'd been the one to stare anyone down with one glance. She didn't let down. Not this time, he'd have to look away first.

"Shiori, look what I found!" They both looked away, silently calling it a draw.

"What, Kenichi?" she asked as she went to stir the soup.

The boy came out from the small library. A slip of paper held between his fingers. "It's an address"

They all looked at Shiori with wide eyes. They rushed over to Kenichi and Shiori took the paper. The paper was yellowed from age and the handwriting was that of her mother's. The prefect cursive letters swirled on the paper, revealing the whereabouts to someone that Shiori had been searching for. The name of the man that she believed to be her father and the place were she could find him.

You see Shiori was nothing like her mother. She was nothing like her graceful, beautiful vampire mother. She was like her human father. Shiori was not a creature of the night, but of the day. She was a one of the only half human half vampire that survived past the age of three. All the rest were killed, she learned. She was very lucky, her mother was able to run away and find this place where she and her unborn child could live happily.

But ever since she was young, Shiori wished to know who her father was. She asked her mother countless times before giving up. Her mother never gave her an answer. So Shiori

Settled on finding out what she could from others. Now she had her answer. Now she could find him.

She looked up at her friends. "Where did you find this, Kenichi?"

"In a black book in behind the book shelf," he answered.

She smiled as she looked back at the paper. She hurried to the soup and turned it off, her appetite was gone. She turned back to run up to her room, but the third member of party asked,

"Where are you going?" this was Nao, another good friend.

"To Cross Academy." She answered "To see Father."

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