Vampire Knight Fanfiction; Vampire Doll
Drip. Drip. Drip. A liquid's slow descent to the ground was recorded by a faint sound. A cold and lonely
sound, reminding you there are no voices to mask the quiet dripping. No other beings in the doll's room.
She dared to move her typically stationary head. The underworked bones creaked and cracked, and yet
there was no one else to hear. No one to care, no one to hold the doll.
"That dripping," She muttered, looking through the darkness and beyond. The terrible black surrounded
her, engulfed her, swallowed the very essence of her soul. The lonely and terrifying darkness.
Her crimson eyes slowly blinked, batting her fake eyelashes lightly.
"Is it water," The door looming across from her seat jerked forward, sending a line of light into the
blackness.
"or is it blood?" The sudden appearance of another soul instantly quieted the doll. She wasn't to talk.
Dolls are to remain as still as possible and obey every command of their owner. She was a good doll.
"She's been waiting for you." A black outline stepped in, staring straight to the doll. He smirked, pulling
his coat off. With a swift motion, he dropped the cloth into the bartender's hands.
The bartender smiled along with the stranger. "I'll leave you two alone, sir." The light faded as quickly
as it came, crossing the doll's face before disappearing completely. With her only exit sealed, the doll
shut down. The darkness covered her eyes, shutting out the world. She would deny her life as long as
she lived. It was the only way a doll should live, becoming ignorant to their misfortune.
The man licked his lips, chuckling.
A rather well dressed doll. A long flowing black dress with various frills outlining the shoulder blades.
Long brown hair that stretched far to the ground was combed perfectly. It was almost straight as a
needle. Crimson eyes that were unblinking, not giving a hint of life. She was the apitimy of beautiful.
He grabbed her wrist, yanking the doll towards his chest. She landed with a soft thud, not pulling away
or resisting in the least. He wrapped an arm around her waist, using the other to grip her chin.
Beasts in human form that are ruthless. Terrible beings that think of nothing but their own survival.
They kill without hesitation.
Her awareness returned, just in time to gaze into the man's mouth.
Long gleaming fangs dripping with a lustful saliva. His eyes sparkled a blood-colored shade, slightly
lighter than that of the girl's.
Vampires.
He bit down, though the girl was only informed by the sound of his drinking. Her neck had become
numb from all the bitings she had received. The nerves were completely shot and useless.
The purpose of a doll, She thought, letting his hands release her.
Is to listen to her master without complaint.
She fell lightly, feeling the blood trail down her chest.
A vampire doll's purpose is to give blood. Give blood with no complaint and no resistance. Give away as
much as possible and recovering to give more. The endless cycle.
"Hey! If she gets a bruise, you'll be paying extra!" A sudden shout and clicking of a lock. Her tired eyes
trailed towards the door, watching the light flood in. She squinted momentarily, but eventually
welcomed the beautiful illumination. Any change in her surroundings was a wonderful thing.
The man scowled, looking down to her. The doll's pupils only glanced towards him. A look of absolute
disgust. He wasn't pitying her, no one would. She wasn't even allowed the lowest form of friendship.
The lowest form of acknowledgement.
"Whatever. I'll be back in a few days." The features of the men and woman are forgotten by the doll
rather quickly. What was the point? She couldn't strike up a conversation on their last feeding, for there
was nothing to say. A doll that is always silent. A vampire doll.