When the moon is sunny

by MTKtheDreamer

Birth: confusion. Years later, solitude; then hope; finally, another tragedy shattered the world before her eyes and she gave up everything. A year later, she accepts an offer from a vampire, but she's still far away from finding a place where she belongs. Curious, reflective, unpredictable and full of regrets; she's not human, nor a vampire. Rated M for delicate themes.

1. Chapter 0

Chapter 0

Mary was looking at the little drops sliding along the surface of her glass of iced tea, lingering on the light reflections. Around her, the inn's customers were having various conversations; she wasn't listening, as they were ignoring her foreign nature. She was so absorbed in her thoughts, most of them being sad and negative, that only something unusual should have happened in order to awaken her. And it occurred very soon.

Only ten minutes passed since she were served the drink, when she perceived something non-human in the atmosphere, like her, but different from her. She raised her eyes towards the person who stopped in front of the table, appearing from nowhere; and nobody seemed to care.

- May I? – the long and fair-haired man asked, alluding to the empty chair in front of her. He had a clear voice and at the same time deceitful, eyes whose colour couldn't be recognised by the girl due to the light reflections.

The girl intensely stared at him after nodding, while he took a seat smiling gently at her.

- What is a young lady like you doing, among members of a different race? – he questioned, straightforwardly.

Mary lowered her face towards the glass, brushing the edge with very graceful gestures from her fingers, in order to hide or calm down her small irritability.

- I could ask you the same, sir...?

- Sakamaki. I'm known better as Karlheinz among my brothers, though. I see you're very frank with your words, Mary Flyer.

- I suppose you're the vampire my father talked about some years ago. You don't really have a nice reputation, among my fellows – Karl mockingly smiled and he was about to comment when Mary went on – however, they're only rumours, I don't care about them. I judge according to my senses and observations. Anyway, I think you're here to propose me something. Am I wrong?

Karlheinz smiled again, mellifluous.

- Exactly, Mary Flyer. Did your father talked about my sons, apart from calling me names?

Two evenings later Mary was in front of a huge gate to a quite wide mansion, with gothic and obvious aristocratic architectural details. And she was sensing the presence of six vampires inside.

She asked herself if her choice wasn't too much hasty; in the end, it was just her: Mary Flyer always improvised most of the time, or so it seemed at first sight.

Indeed, you could glimpse the links among her actions only after a while.