A thousand nights of bloodshed,
And into the night off thee goes
To clench thee's thirst.
A thousand nights of bloodshed,
A thousand nights of bloodstains
That painted the walls.
It was the bloodstains of humans that are hunted,
By the one called Father Vampire.
Oh Father Vampire,
Have mercy upon ye's soul,
For his soul is pure,
But his mind has been tinted.
Father Vampire goes into the night,
And bloodstains are found on the walls.
Chapter One: Blood Written on the Walls
It was late at night and Ciel heard a lot of bustling from down the stairs. The ten year old boy hopped out from his bed, excited because he thought his father has returned home. For the last month he was away for business and he promised to his young wife and child that he would return home within a months' time.
Ciel tiptoed out of his room and went to the staircase railing. The only light there was in the castle was the lit candles that lined the walls.
He squint his eyes, trying to get his eyes to adjust in the dark. No where he couldn't find his mother or his father, but something was off. It was quiet; a little too quiet for his comfort.
His gut feeling was telling him to move away, go hide somewhere else, but he wanted to see his father.
He slowly walked down the stairs. The only sounds that were heard were the squeaks of the floorboards. His heart was pounding so loudly that he could feel his eardrums thump with the beat of his heart.
Fear consumed his entire being.
At the bottom of the stairs, he peaked around the railing and there on the floor was a pool of blood. His entire body was telling him to turn around and go back, but he ignored the feeling. He forced his feet forward to the pool of blood. Nothing was there, and he thought it could be water.
Ciel bent over a touched the spot.
It was blood after all.
The blood felt warm on his fingertips and he stared at his fingers in fear.
"Mother?" He looked around, his body starting to shake a bit.
He looked forward and he noticed the blood stretched further down the hall. He followed the trail of blood, and it led him to his father's study room.
The door was cracked open and a candlelight was burning bright in the room.
Ciel pushed the door open enough for his small body to slide past it.
"Father?" His voice had a slight quiver to it.
The red chair was facing the window and someone was sitting in. All the fear that was in him washed away because he thought it was his father.
"Father!" He ran over to him. "I missed-" he stopped short.
Ciel's eyes were wide with fear. Sitting on the chair in front of him with a lifeless expression was his father. His eyes were empty, and his mouth was open slant. Ciel covered his mouth, trying so hard not to scream, but a gurgling cry passed his lips.
The voice of his mother came to his ears.
"Ciel! Don't be afraid my child!"
He turned around, hoping to see his mother, but she wasn't there either.
In her place was a tall man that wore all black. His eyes were blood red; his skin was the color of snow. Not a wrinkle was in his face. He would've looked normal to Ciel, but his mouth was open and in his mouth were two sharp, pointy teeth.
Fangs.
Ciel could smell the blood off of the vampire that stood in front of him. His clothes were soaked with blood, and covered on his face was droplets of it. Ciel couldn't help but stand there frozen in his fear.
The vampire and the little boy stood from each other, staring at one another. Neither of them moved an inch from where they stood, but Ciel was shaking like a leaf.
"Ciel!" Another familiar voice yelled, but this time it came from behind Sebastian.
The vampire lunged and his vision clouded.
Everything was red behind his eyes.