AN: This fanfiction is brought to you by myself and Diana Moore in our second collab. (First being Hachiko)

Diana wrote her OC characters parts i.e: The girls, Arika, Misaki and Annie. I would then reply with mine ie: All the diaboys, Karl and Ritsu. Yui and the Tsukinamis will not be featured in this fic, and some boys receive more attention than others. Shuu, Subaru and Ruki will have the most focus.

The Sakamaki boys are also living in the castle in this fic.

Rated M for sexual content, abuse and the usual themes found in DL. The franchise is tagged as a dark romance for a reason.

Night Lilies

Chapter One

Demon World.

As the name implied, it housed numerous beings belonging to the supernatural. The creatures that had come to rule the vast majority of it were simply known to humans as vampires. Their Capital had been strategically built close to a 'pocket' which allowed certain parties to pass through the barrier and step into Earth. The royal castle on the furthermost West side of the Capital stood tall and imposing, a love-letter to the days of gothic architecture. The interior near to bursting with splendour. Rich tapestries swayed. Fine red-wine blood was poured for visiting aristocracy.

Their pale figures flitted in and out of the castle, that red substance coating their tongues. Some of the vampires tugged human slaves behind them, delighting in the collars or binds that humiliated their prey. Others with more 'refined' tastes simply kept them numb with the power of Suggestion from their lips, rendering their human pets helpless to resist all command.

It was no different for the royal inhabitants. Their King fed at his leisure, almost bloated with the excess of blood. But the circle of humans he fed on wore a slightly different title than 'slave.'

It was no secret that Karl Heinz kept a harem. The only one out of the loop was his poor, deranged wife. The girls, or 'Night Lilies,' were kept on the fifth floor of the castle. They had free reign of that floor, including the bridge that connected to separate, private gardens, but nowhere else were they permitted to tread unless accompanied.

Above all, they were never to be touched by other men. Their standard clothes were white dresses, which only brought out the pallor of their skin. Joining these human women were a handful of female vampires, who were more than happy to be selected by their king to bring him pleasure.

One such esteemed woman was gunning for the title of fourth wife. She sneered at the human women from across the room, quite hateful of sharing a space with them.

Arika lay across a low couch, ignoring her glares. I know it's likely me that'll be called shortly. I just want to save the little bit of energy I have left. She held a book in front of her, but barely paid much attention to it. Hellissandre narrowed her eyes, before standing with a graceful sweep of her skirts. She walked over to the human girls, and stopped fairly close, fanning herself with an ornate fan and looking down her nose at them.

She sneered at Arika, flashing a fang. "You there, hold out your neck for me. I'm quite peckish and I want to have some energy for tonight, should Karl select me."

Arika sighed. Sitting up slowly, she glanced at her passively, too tired to put up much of a fight. "When he asks where your pep's from, mind you tell him," she said as her only argument, pushing blonde hair back from a pale neck. Misaki, a couch over, pressed her lips together with concern.

"Hellisandre, Arika didn't sleep well last night," she murmured softly. "Please, would you drink mine instead?"

"Don't worry, Misa. I'm fine," Arika glanced at her.

Hellissandre scoffed. "As if I should care about the health of a mortal. You're completely expendable, unlike ourselves," she gestured to the three other vampire women. She then leaned down and tugged Arika up by the wrist, sinking her fangs into the girl's neck. It wasn't as if Karl would care if the vampiress bit her. Arika made a small noise but allowed her eyes to close. Misaki looked away, uncomfortable.

The vampiress wasn't terribly gentle, though that was no surprise. She seldom was. Arika stayed obediently still through it all, mind drifting. There came a knock, however, and Hellissandre quickly removed her fangs, shoving Arika down into the sofa and turning happily to the door.

A servant entered, and the other girls dimly looked up. Instead of announcing a name to see the King, he raised his voice to announce: "A new Night Lilly is joining the bouquet."

Everyone knew what it meant. Someone new was replacing Eri.

Yelling can be heard down the hall, a rarity on the fifth floor. Moments later, a small girl with bright, fiery hair curling down to her waist was yanked in harshly by two guards. Metal bindings had been clamped around her neck and wrists, chains connected to them as though she were a dog on a lead.

Arika and Misaki blink in surprise.

"Fuck off," the girl growled, bare foot launching out at the vampire who had announced her in an attempt to kick him. The servant shrank back, forbidden to touch her. The guard had no such qualms. He back-handed the girl across the face, using only a smidgen of his strength while letting out a snarl.

"Learn your place, filth!"

The other guard tugged him back, hissing: "You just touched one of the Kings concubines!"

"I don't care! She's been bad mouthing me since the cells."

The wild-eyed girl panted raggedly, tasting blood. Anger clouds her expression instead of fear. She turned to the guard with a growl, something feral in her manner. "Filth?" She snarled, holding her cheek for a second, before she launched herself at him with a rattle of chains, going for a headlock. "Watch your FUCKING MOUTH."

The guard materialises out from her reach and grabs her by the throat, expression twisted with malice. The other guard tried to tug him away, the girls watching in bemusement and surprise, before the voice of the servant called out hurriedly. "His majesty on this night calls forth the new flower; Miss Annabeth! Sir, kindly control yourself." He added.

The guard froze, red eyes narrowing at Annie. His grip slackened enough to let her go.

She landed unsteadily on her feet, coughing. "That so? Take me to the king. I'll gladly go give him a piece of my mind," she snarled. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides. The refined white dress on her looked hilariously ill-suited, given her anger. The servant shook his head. "Please take a moment to collect yourself. I'll return soon," he muttered, nodding to the calmer guard, who approached her, releasing the bindings around her neck and wrists. Annie stiffened, giving a slight sigh of relief when they slid off, landing on the floor. She gave the chains a kick.

The servant closed the door behind him once the guards had left.

Ritsu, another human girl, walked up to Annie's side. "Are you alright? Geeze...that guard completely lost it," she raised a hand, inspecting her neck.

Annie whipped toward her, skittish. "I'm good, I'm good," she muttered quickly. Watching from the couch, Arika held in a sigh. She isn't going to last long at this rate.

"How the hell do they get away with this?" Annie growled.

Ritsu, being the eldest of the girls, had been there since just a few days before Arika, many, many moons ago. "Hey, let's just get a drink first. On...this side of the room." She glanced at the amused vampires across from them, who whispered behind their fans to one another. Their bright eyes were cruel.

Taking Annie's arm gently, the older girl guided her away. "We all either got an invitation to stay with distant relatives and wound up here, or...some of us were born in the demon world. Bred to become blood bags," she said, tone apathetic as they took seats on the opposite side of the room. Arika followed tiredly and sat slightly away from the two. Annabeth frowned. "Exchange," she muttered. "I was told an exchange."

Arika sighed and clapped her back as sympathetically as she could manage. "General rule of thumb, don't fight. They'll just kill you, they don't care," she informed her plainly.

Ritsu nodded and handed her a glass of water. "You'll see him soon. I'm guessing you've been told what you're here for," she said, trying, much like Arika to be sympathetic. It was all very surface based. No one got attached to each other, but they tried to make the best of it. If that were possible.

"Yeah, but I'm not gonna fuckin do it," she snorted, taking a drink to soothe her parched throat. She frowned when Arika scoffed.

"Nobody has a choice," her sympathy ran dry. "Don't make it harder than it has to be."

Sighing, Ritsu rubbed her sore neck, trying to soften the blow. "Just...keep these things in mind: Don't go too crazy. You're kind of dealing with the King of Vampires now. Also...don't let any other guys touch you. Especially Prince Laito. He comes sniffing around here sometimes like a dog in heat."

"Kick him if you have to," Arika snorted. I definitely have.

Annie raised a brow and sighed, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe this is legal," she muttered. "Have you lot never tried running?"

Ritsu's expression darkened, as though not appreciating the insinuation that they were content not to run. "Some have. And then they don't come back...like Eri last week."

Hellissandre spoke up then. "How like prey to flee. Can't you understand your position, little mortal?" She sniffed, fanning herself. Annie grit her teeth, curling her hands into fists. "Oh, shut up. Pardon me if I don't wanna be fuckin fed offa. I got better things to do than sit around and get poked whenever an old asshole wants!"

Hellissandre shifted her gaze over her, soon tutting and whispering loudly to her friend. "I'll bet my parasol that she dies in two days."

The friend hummed, "I wager a week." The vampire women then giggled among themselves. The human girls ignored them, used to it. Annie stiffened, before bursting into laughter.

"You bet your parasol?" She wheezed, verging on hysterics. "Oh god. This isn't real. None of this is real," her laughter became thin. "Her parasol. I've never heard anything so fucking... posh." She turned to Hellissandre, the vampiress not intimidating her in the least. "Your parasol. Lady. Come on."

Hellissandre stiffened, eyes flying wide at her audacity. She then glared, flashing her fangs. She was about to say more, when the servant returned, opening the door. He inclined his head politely to Annie, turning as if cautiously waiting for her to follow.

"I'll behave. Wouldn't want you to lose your fucking parasol," Annabeth snickered as she turned to the servant and gave a small wave, rising from her seat and approaching stiffly. "Let's go kick his ass," she said, forcing brightness into her wobbly tone, stepping into the hall.

Ritsu sighed, watching her go. "Think she'll be okay?"

"Doubtful," Arika muttered, returning to her faithful couch.

For a moment, her friend looked vaguely thoughtful as the door slid shut behind Annie. "You know, she kind of reminds me of when you first came here."

"...Spare me."

The servant led the way along the corridor, and they leave the room behind. Annabeth followed with a skip in her step, more jittery than happy.

"He's knife proof, yeah?" She asked the servant.

He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Any attempts on his majesty's life are usually met with death. Please…exercise restraint." He muttered while they pass an open window. A tower could be seen near them, isolated in the space of packed-in buildings. Screaming can be heard from the topmost window, wailing into thin, broken sobs.

The servant sighed as though he heard it all the time. Annie's eyes widened, foot dragging along the floor and causing her to nearly trip. "The hell?" She became pale. "That... doesn't sound good."

"That is our last remaining Queen. If you ever lay eyes on a woman that has white hair and red eyes, I implore you not to reveal your status in this castle. She's quite...sensitive," he winced. Annie nodded, making a mental note of it though visibly rattled now. With a sigh, she followed uncharastically complacently for a while, hating all of it. Passing yet another open window down the hall, no sound drew her gaze. No movement outside stirred her curiosity. Yet interested blue eyes drifted out all the same.

They clashed with another pair. Darker than her own. Annie looked down at the young man lounging on the window ledge of a neighbouring tower that was slightly lower than their floor. He sat still and slightly sprawled, leg hanging uncaringly over the drop. A slight breeze ruffled his blonde hair, which swept slightly into his half-lidded, apathetic gaze.

Annie stared at him- watching him watch her- until he was out of view. The hallway rushed back into focus.

For some reason, her heartbeat picked up until it drummed loudly in her ears.