On my 12th birthday, my parents sold me to a vampire. Why? Because I was different. On the same night the vampire had bit me, I had escaped with my sisters help. I was soon found by a silver haired boy named Zero. And I was covered in blood and dirt. Surprisingly he helped me, unlike all of the other assholes on the street. He took me to this place called Cross Academy, and we grew up together, along with my best friend Yuki. Even though they welcomed me happily, not a sign of annoyance on their faces. I knew I didn't belong here. Like I was in the way of something. But what made me stay? I don't really know...