Saya Ushimawa was born into darkness.
Saya had won the biggest loser lottery when it came to her parents; her whole family. They weren’t just mad or crazy, but actually deranged.
Living in an unlit, boarded up shack in the worst part of Yokohama, surrounded by drug dealers, yakuza, rapists and murderers, Saya didn’t realise anything was wrong until she was a little older. That was when she began to question why her parents never had the lights on, not even a candle. Why they would only eat raw meat at the dinner table. Why they all slept in coffins, although with hers they had at least made the effort and gotten one pink and child sized.
She only realised how wrong it was when she had to attend school in the district, and everyone whispered the word “banpaia” as she passed. She didn’t know what the word meant and had to look it up in the library. That’s when she learned about Vampires.
But her parents weren’t immortal, and they didn’t drink from people’s necks, or from people at all as far as Saya knew. She mistakenly tried to explain this to her classmates after a day of taunting whispers, not realising that the teacher also listened.
When she arrived home that night, it was the same time the social services swooped down upon her home like sightless bats, breaking down the doors and arresting her parents, her uncle, her older cousin, who all squatted in the same shack.
Saya pleaded with the authorities to stop, to reason, but they dragged her into another waiting car, unmindful of the girl’s sobs.
The orphanage was grim and foreboding, more so than her parent’s house had ever been. The children she shared the crumbling hallways with were delinquents, dangerous and cruel. And even here the curse of “banpaia” followed her. Her pale skin and smudged and bloodshot eyes from all the crying made her seem otherworldly, like a ghost. She became withdrawn and silent, and dreamt of blood sucking fiends haunting her at night. She studied hard in class, but as soon as it was done, she would hide away in her room and have no contact with anyone, barely eating, barely speaking.
She hardly looked up when the governess came in, and began stroking her hair, kissing her lips. Or when they brought the men in to see her. They tried to make her do things, but Saya always refused. That earned her a beating. One so furious, that she began to cry blood, and has kept weeping it ever since.
When they came again, Saya was ready. She’d stolen a flick knife from her roommates bag, and when the strange man tried to pin her down she stuck it in his neck like a fang. She had never seen so much blood, spraying out of the artery and splattering the walls. Neither had the governess apparently, as she broke down screaming when she saw the mess.
Saya ran into the night with her only possessions the school clothes she wore and the blade she had stolen.
She lived on the streets for months, starving, only living off what she could beg or steal. She had to learn to fight to survive, whether defending her “space” for the night against a junkie or street urchin, or savagely fighting off pimps and rapists. She began using the name “blood” if anyone asked, which hardly anyone did. She became paler, more deathly than ever before. It seemed she would haunt these streets like just another lost girl forever.
Then a stranger came into her life, and offered to buy her something to eat. But as she followed him towards the restaurant, someone put a bag over her head and she was carted off somewhere...

When she awoke, it was in a crumbling old building in the southern heat. The broken door was lying open. She had a student ID card with her name and an old picture on it. There were brand new clothes scattered around. When she went out, everyone was speaking english. She nearly stabbed a man in the eye with a pencil when he taunted her that she was in the "USA". At first she thought it was a joke, but when he proved it, she freaked out, and spent the day wandering in a daze.
It's becoming clear that some benefactor has brought her here....but who that is, or what they want from her, Blood has yet to discover...