I've been getting your reviews for my other stories and I know you're waiting on those chapters. I'm working on them, I struggle with the interaction between characters sometimes, especially in intense situations.
But this story kinda came to me in a dream and I felt the need to write it down. Expect OOCness in this story because their natural characters don't quite fit into this setting.
Hinata had lived an unfortunate life from the start. She had been the unwanted child of an aristocratic who had impregnated a one night stand at a ball and ended up with a child in his care when she died in childbirth.
He didn't have the time or patience to raise this child and kept her existence on the down low. She was hidden away for parties and important events hosted at his mansion and never taken to any events elsewhere.
She was 15 when it happened. There was a huge dinner party being hosted at the mansion and as per usual she was locked inside her bedroom for the duration. Her bedroom was lavish enough and she was fed and given a private tutor for her education but it was the care of her father she was lacking. She never felt the negligence as much as during a party, where she was once again treated as daddy's little accident that had to be locked away as not to damage his reputation. That or spoil his chances of landing a date for the evening.
It was a few hours after the party that she started hearing screaming from downstairs, the room was still locked and she assumed the servants had forgotten about her.
The screaming unnerved her and she rose to her feet and went to go listen at the door. There wasn't just a single scream there were multiple, albeit distant. There was finally silence as the noise died out.
A couple minutes later she heard footsteps in the corridor heading straight in the direction of her room. There were the sounds of doors being thrown open in the corridor.
This wasn't normal and she suddenly had an overwhelming urge to hide away.
She quickly got into the cupboard and sat on the floor in front of her hanging clothes. She heard the door handle jiggle and when it didn't open she heard the sound of the lock breaking as the door was forced open. Her door was thick and the lock was sturdy steel how did someone manage to break it?
She held her breath as she heard multiple sets of footsteps entering the room. Through a grate in the door she could see that they were all men, tall, carved and intense looking. She resisted the urge to gasp as her teddy bear, Mister Snuggles was lifted from her menagerie of stuffed animals.
"A child?" the one asked in a confused tone.
"You heard what the master said, no mercy, this whole estate must pay for its master's transgressions." Another responded in a much deeper voice.
They then left the room, probably in search of her.
Oh god she was going to die, she had barely even lived yet. The footsteps died down and before she was even able to feel relief she heard another set glide down the hallway. He walked inside her room and she could see a sliver of his face through the grate as he came directly towards where she was sitting.
The door was opened and she sat there in pure shock as the candle light landed on her teary cheeks. She hadn't even realised she was crying. The man crouched down to her level and Intense luminous eyes locked her pale lavender ones in place. She could feel her lip start to quiver as a clawed hand touched her face.
Another form entered the room and her eyes widened in shock as he said "It appears we missed one, should I take care of it?" and pointed a bloody set of claws at her.
He twirled a lock of her lengthy midnight hair around a long slender finger and looked back into her watery eyes.
"No, prepare her for our departure," he said raising himself up into a standing position and turning away from her.
"Oh a snack for the way, very good master," her eyes landed on his elongated fangs as he smirked at her and the blood drained from her face.
She had heard stories of vampires but she had always thought they were a fable used to scare naughty children into behaving. Nothing could have prepared her for what she was now seeing.
She screamed as she was thrown over the creature's shoulder and she continued screaming until she was walked past the mess that was was once their sitting room. Bodies and pieces of bodies were strewn across the floor. She didn't make a sound after that.
The woman that had looked after her since her birth lay on that floor, almost separated from her head and her father lay lifeless in his chair, his dress shirt soaked red.
She was then placed into a carriage and stared blankly at the man that had decided to spare her life, perhaps temporarily. Whether out of some small kindness or further cruelty she didn't know.
She sat there in her nightie, her long black hair surrounding her in a shroud of misery.
"I see that you saw what we did. You would be wise to remove it from your memory."
She heard what he said but as though it was a distant echo. Her expression didn't change from one of horror and her rigid posture changed only by angle of the bumps in the dirt road they were travelling.
All she could see in her mind was her father's pale lifeless eyes.
She had little love for her father, but he was her father. She flinched as a finger ran down her cheek and collected a silent tear from her face.
She was suddenly back in the present, perhaps brought there by sheer survival instincts.
She watched as he examined her crystalline tear and then made eye contact with her once more.
"Are you scared?" he asked in such a way that gave her the impression that she was an experiment he was very interested in examining.
She found she had no words but her expression combined with her quivering form spoke volumes for her.
A smirk remained on his face as he leaned back into the velvety chair.
"Good." was the final thing that he said to her for the remainder of the trip.
She was led out of the carriage by her wrist and all but dragged faster than she was able to walk.
The mansion she was brought to was more than double the size of her own but there was something sinister about it. Perhaps it was the gothic style and the dark stone and wood used but she couldn't imagine anyone living residing here. Every tree in the yard was bare with the beginnings of winter.
It truly looked like the residence of the bloodsucking monsters that had taken her.
She was brought through the doors and after being led through many passages by the same man that had escorted her earlier, she was finally deposited in a room.
The room was large, lavish and en suite and various paintings lined the walls. One in particular caught her attention, a large portrait of the man that had been sitting in the carriage with her.
The painting captured the perfect likeness of his sculptured face and smug expression.
She felt like this had to be a room for someone important, why was she here?
She was left alone there and she sat down on the bed, it was soft and comfortable and after a while she lay down.
After crying for what must have been hours she finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
When she awoke she was starving and there was no food in sight.
She decided to try the door but it was locked. She eventually went into the bathroom and drew herself a bath. There were so many delicious smelling soaps and salts to place in the bath and she tried one of them and washed herself with the soap.
Her hair was silky and soft after she had also washed that and she drained the bath as she dried her hair.
Her hair went down to her lower back and was cut straight across. Her fringe was also perfectly straight and she'd had the same hairstyle for the past 3 years. When she was younger she had wanted her hair shorter but her father insisted as she was coming of age that she needed to look more ladylike.
The sooner he could marry her off and be rid of her the better. A cold shiver ran down her back as his dead face appeared in her mind once more.
She tried to put it to the back of her mind but it was still there.
Having nothing else to wear she put on the nightie once more and opened the door. The room was empty but there was an article of clothing along with a note on the bed.
Wear this and wait for my return, the master has requested that you dine with him downstairs.
She noted that it must be day time and yet there wasn't a way for her to tell. There were two windows in the room, both of which were covered with a solid wooden blind that was padlocked closed where they connected in the middle.
She collected the clothing and tried it on in front of the mirror. The candlelight was dim but she could make out that it was white with a spread floral pattern in pink and blue studded jewels.
She almost looked like a bride. She frowned and suddenly had the overwhelming need not to go.
And at the same time there was a knock on the door. And in came the same man as earlier, he must have been the master's right side man.
"Let's go."
She wanted to say no and kick and scream but she didn't have it in her to do anything but follow as her wrist was grabbed again.
The man was a foot taller than herself and insanely strong. She felt as though the man was barely even touching her wrist but his grip was crushing and his strength in dragging her was making her stumble on her feet.
He had medium length silver hair that was pulled at the nape of neck into a ponytail and he had glasses on his face.
Apart from that there was something handsome about him as well.
They went down a staircase and into a corridor, the second door down was an enormous room with a table that could probably seat a hundred people.
One side of it was set and there sat the same man as before. The look in his eyes as they glossed over her form made her want to run for the hills.
But if all the stories were true then she knew she didn't stand a chance.
She shakily went and sat down in the chair next to him.
"Thank you, Kabuto," he said as the man with the glasses left the room. The door was closed behind him and she sat in uncomfortable silence in the dimly lit room.
He caught her attention when a clawed hand reached towards her face again.
She visibly flinched and this time he dropped his hand and turned to face forward.
"I thought this would be a good opportunity to have a little conversation with you." he paused as he elegantly took a sip from a glass of red liquid in front of him, she wanted to believe that it was simply wine but the consistency seemed thicker.
"There are some rules around here that you will follow. One, you may not leave the castle grounds under any circumstances. Do not try to escape or you will regret it."
She felt a chill go down her spine at the threat. What would he do to her, kill her bite her?
She didn't make any acknowledgement of what he was saying and he made eye contact to ensure she was still listening.
"Do not disobey me or any indirect order from me or you will regret it," he continued.
"And finally never show aggression towards me or any other vampire in this household if you want to live. They may be under my command but they won't hesitate to defend themselves with lethal force."
"Why are you doing this?" she finally mustered the courage to speak but her voice was audibly shaken.
He smirked and leaned back in his chair, maintaining eye contact with her.
"Your father owed me an inconceivably large debt for what he did. And you will pay for it with your life."
Her eyes started tearing up again, and a cold thumb wiped them away.
"Nevermind that, eat. I had the servants prepare a small feast for you. They haven't had a living guest in so long so I hope that everything is up to standard."
Nevermind that? This was her life he was talking about how could she just forget about it and sit and dine with this monster.
When he noticed she wasn't eating he started to become irritated.
"Look at me," he said and she turned her face from the food she had been looking at to him.
"Eat the food," he continued, the mild irritation in his voice was audible.
"But I c-can't -" she was interrupted with the same sentence he had just said, only this time something changed in his eyes and she could do nothing but obey.
She began eating even though she didn't want to. Tears began to fall from her eyes once more until even that was taken from her.
"Don't cry."
And like that she couldn't cry anymore. The power this vampire had was unimaginable and the stories mentioned nothing about this.
She finished the food on her place and sat idle as he stared at her unmoving form.
Now that she was done eating it was like she had no purpose in life anymore.
The man in front of her blinked and the spell was lifted. She fell back in her chair and watched the man before her with horror. This was to be her life now? She didn't want it.
"I am Itachi Uchiha, the oldest son, a pure blood vampire and the heir of the Uchiha clan of vampires. But you can call me master like everyone else."
He rose from where he was sitting and pulled her chair out.
"I will escort you back to your room, or should I say my room," she reluctantly took his outstretched hand and followed him out the door.
His hand was cold and it gave her the chills. A man's hands should be warm, this was unnatural.
She examined him as she was being led up the stairs once more, he looked only a couple of years older than herself, maybe 17 or at most 18.
He had almost waist length raven hair that fell loosely around his shoulders, chiseled features that were both handsome and also feminine at the same time and deep crimson eyes.
Under different circumstances and if she didn't know he was a monster, she might have thought him attractive.
In 2 days she would turn 16 she hadn't been looking forward to it because that was when she was told her father would start searching for a husband for her.
She supposed it didn't matter now.
He left her in the room he claimed to be his. She was embarrassed to have slept in a man's bed but maybe vampires didn't sleep anyway.
Life was dull and monotonous the next day, she was brought three meals by different serving girls. They were all blonde and pretty and it seemed like someone had very distinct tastes.
Was it the "master" or someone else that employed the staff.
She wondered if they were vampires too. They were certainly pale enough but that proved nothing in this climate, it rained every day.
She looked over at the grandfather clock she had not noticed the day before. One would think it would be hard to miss but the room was so large and full of things that wasn't the case. It was nearing midnight, around 30 seconds away. It would be her 16th birthday.
The clock ticked over and it was if something changed in the house. The entire atmosphere changed from dullness to something dangerous.
What was this? She could hear footsteps and talking outside her door, but she couldn't quite make out what was being said.
That was until an overpowering voice spoke "Return to your duties and refrain from wanting what is not yours to take," it was the master and she could hear the irritation in his voice.
The people that had been standing outside her door cleared and the door softly opened a moment later.
He walked in and sat across from her on a large red sitting chair. He crossed his legs and rested his face upon his interlocked fingers.
"Why, happy birthday," he said with a knowing smirk upon his face.
"How-" she began but was interrupted.
"You may be wondering what the commotion was outside just moments ago. When a human comes of age at 16, the class of their blood becomes known to vampires."
She opened her mouth to asked what he meant by that but was instantly quieted.
"Do not interrupt. It classes from E to A, A being the best their can possibly be to E, which is the worst there can possibly be." He paused and made eye contact with her again. She wanted to shy away from those dangerous eyes but found herself unable to.
"No respectable vampire would drink from an E class human. You, my dear, are an A class. What a delightful discovery I have made. You may be useful to me after all."
Useful? Surely he didn't mean… he had risen to his feet and was now striding towards her.
He did mean exactly that.
In a moment of panic she jumped away from him and ran to the door which, even though it was not locked she struggled to turn the knob.
A hand slammed into the door next to her and she quickly turned to face him. His crimson eyes were absolutely lethal and there was an obvious bloodthirst.
"No, please don't," she screamed trying to shove him away from her.
It was as if she was trying to move a stone wall and he did not budge at all.
A clawed hand clasped her jaw and tilted her face up towards his. Her eyes were wide and scared, like a rabbit that had somehow burrowed into a wolves den and was now paying the price for it.
She grabbed his hand with both of hers and tried to remove it from her face but was stilled by his voice.
"Do not struggle," he said in a voice that penetrated her mind. Her hands dropped and she could no longer move her own body.
His finger traced her face again and he tilted his head when he made eye contact again with her terrified eyes.
Her fear was delicious, he was not used to his prey struggling anymore, especially against his persuasion.
"Tell me, what is your name?" he asked, his fascination for her porcelain features had not faltered and he continued to caress her cheek.
"Hinata," she replied, not sure whether by choice or not.
"Well Hinata, you do smell so delicious," she whimpered as elongated fangs sunk into her neck.
It didn't feel painful, nor did it feel pleasurable. But she could feel her energy being drained away along with her blood. She began to feel dizzy and she felt his fangs retract from her neck. He looked at her pale face and then returned his face to her neck where he licked up the blood that had been dripping down her neck.
There wasn't a drop spilt on her dress and she could now feel the return of her bodily control.
He started to pull away and instead of pushing him away as she had tried to do earlier she grabbed onto his arm to stop herself plummeting to the floor.
His arm encircled her waist and led her to the bed where he left her to recover.
Meanwhile Itachi was still reveling in the taste of her blood. In his hundreds of years of life he had never tasted anything so exquisite. He had almost drained her dry and he never lacked self control.
Every member of his household could smell what they could never taste.
A class blood was less than 0.05% of the human population. If one was found they were almost always abducted by a vampire. How lucky was he to have unexpectedly found one in his own home.
She was all his and he couldn't be more delighted at the outcome of the massacre of the Hyuuga estate.
He had sought his revenge for his parents who lost their lives at the hands of the Hyuuga clan and claimed himself an unimaginably valuable prize.
His parents would be proud.