Disclaimer: They aren't mine. This work was just a product of my boredom.
Prologue
When she first woke up, she felt hunger crept up to her. It kept her wide awake; bloodstream boiling with red, raging blood. Something's calling out to her. She felt nothing after a series of screaming, blankly staring at the bulb with the red light in front of her.
Nothing is much more permanent than darkness.
Once she let all out, she passed out again.
The next time she opened her eyes, she's too groggy and tired. She can't see things clearly either, can't summon her rage at all. And her limbs were pretty much restrained with a couple of steel. They were tightly placed as if she can't take it out. The steels will make marks.
Red, raging marks.
She somehow knows this kind of event when some guys with white uniform entered her cell-like room.
They have this syringe with blue liquid- she can't even remember if they took some of her blood or injected some kind of serum. It made her blood rush from one place to another. Every single blood cell. Growling with wrath.
She coughed up so much blood- which in return was collected by the same people. Kept in that little bulb; transparent. The rest of that time went by through darkness.
She's getting friendly with that.
This time though, she felt shitty. Yeah.
Even her throat is so dry.
She can't feel her whole body and her mind can't recognize anything but her so-called food. Her throat was itchy and everytime she gulps, all she taste were bile. She can't even see properly in the dark. She tried to roam her eyes towards her feet only to see that it was still- and perfectly- shackled together with the chair she's currently residing. It was also the same for her hands. It seems as though her captor thought she'll escape. How can she escape when they've collected a lot of blood from her? They've overdone their selves again. She tried to adjust her position to have a comfortable one but it was hard to move.
It looks like she felt much better now.
But not enough to get away.
While she was busy with her musings, she noticed the trail of blood in the table. Her captor is desperate enough to catch her for her blood. They're starving. Addicted to the smell of that vile. Just like Fumito did.
A fool, that is what he was. The man lost a screw in his head; a bloody psychopath. The bastard thought everything was all for the better good.
He thought of himself as some God.
Immortal.
Immovable.
Mighty.
In the end, the last page of his life became the climax for her. The irony, she once told herself. The righteous one in herself thought it was the best for the both of them, for humanity. But there's still that emptiness she always felt when he crosses her mind. Mana told her that it was just a fleeting moment she can't erase in her life.
But Saya knows the truth.
That's why she keeps on travelling; to ease and alleviate the feelings. Or so she thought.
She didn't know later on that she was dreaming.
She lost the track of time.
It's either moan or curse.
Either are empty.
Moments later she heard hurried footsteps from behind. It's these moments that gets her eyes twitch. Excitement or not, there is no answer. She kept her mouth mum. Never uttered a single word.
And here she is. Bounded.
She lost count of the days she's been here. Saya knows her boundaries so being depraved of blood- a blood of an old bairn- makes her an easy target.
She tried to focus on the people who entered her so-called sanctuary. The lights were suddenly opened and made her healing eyes hurt even more. She saw familiar faces. Those soldiers of Fumito with their masks. And the bastard of a cousin of Fumito. He seems to read her thought and grinned at her.
"It seems you're awake, Miss Kisaragi." he then looked straight in her eyes. " Oh forgive me. That was rude. It has been a habit for me."
"What do you want, Kuroto?" she knows it was him from the moment he looked at her.
"Oh it was easy. Just trust me and this'll give you meals for a lifetime." Saya frowned at his statement.
The grinning man survived Fumito's experiment. It was a surprise, but he's also special like Fumito. He was different though. An Elder bairn. No. A half-blood. She focused on the man in beside him. His smell's familiar and rather inviting. She have to restrain herself from being rash and wait for the moment. Her hunger doesn't have to show for now. Though, they probably knew it since the first time.
"It has been a while, your majesty" the title made her stop from thinking. Then, it hit her hard.
"S-sakamaki!" she didn't even know if she said that aloud but the man smiled at her and continued.
"Now, no need to be rabid, your highness. I will always be your humble meal but for now let's not waste time." he then turned at Kuroto. "Mr. Kuroto, I need to discuss something with Ms. Saya so if you'll step out for the time being." Kuroto made a step to move then exited together with his soldiers.
Saya needed to ask him a lot of questions. They've made a pact about him appearing again in front of her. She stopped and he knew it but she needs to renounce her decision.
"What do you want, Karlheinz? I thought the shrovetide was enough of proof for you." The man took a seat and silently dared her to continue. How dare this man look at her with disdain?
"They're ready now, Mistress Saya. I've made them better for you." the raven-haired woman stared at him before looking away. "But there's one thing we both know that is needed for you to eternally live."
"I don't need them. I survived for most of the years. Certainly, I will until it's time for another Eve." Karl sighed. His queen is too stubborn sometimes.
"I can't give you enough meal. Although it is my wish to serve you, Mistress Saya. But their blood is much fresh than mine. As long as you do the ritual, that is." while he was talking, he noticed her unchained.
"I won't change my mind. Fumito forced me once, you sure I'll do it now?" she finished her question with her restrictions being dismantled. The moment she released herself she leaped to the nearest window and smashed it. She made her exit.
"You know my humble abode, Mistress Saya. You can go there when you can't satisfy your hunger."
He looked at his hands; the apple being gripped until it crushed.
"My sons will be able to assist you. It's been a while and I can't wait to please you again." he trailed off. It seems that her highness have decided.
He needs to do some preparations.
