Title: Beauty of the Night

Summary: She was mysterious, quiet, and alluring. But she was never seen outside, at least only during the day. When Rage spots her only once, gazing through a window of the estate, he is fascinated by her. But what happens when he decides to truly find out who, and what, she really is? And does he dare to tell her what he is?

Disclaimer: I do not own KarakuriDouji or any of its characters. All oc's belong to their rightful owners.

A/N: OMG, first ever RagexOC fanfic. Got off my spree of VicexOC finally. Please don't flame me, and I apologize for any OOCness or MarySue-ness.

"Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself."
-Louis, "Interview with a Vampire"

Chapter 1 - The tiny kitten

Rage walked silently in the afternoon sun. The streets were starting to become less crowded, the mass of people leaving much like the sun had been for the last few hours. With each passing moment, the sun dissapeared more and more behind the horizon.

The wrathful Douji sighed. If he was late to record again with Fussa, he would never hear the end of it. Almost on cue, he felt his phone silently vibrate in his pocket. 'Speak of the devil,' he thought.

Whipping out the small cellular device, he flipped in open and waited. "Yes?" he asked, annoyed.

"Where are you?" his master shouted at him from the other end. "You're late again!"

"I'm not late, I show up whenever I fucking feel like it," was what Rage wanted to say. Instead, he listened to Fussa rant on and on about why it was important to be on time to record his music, he could get fired, blah blah blah.

"Whatever. I'm on my way," Rage spoke, interuppting his master.

"Excuse me? How da-"

Click.

Replacing the phone back into his pocket, his gaze wandered to his surroundings. One of the houses that stood out was a beautiful brown victorian style house, black lining its windows and roofing edge. Many of the shades had been drawn shut, as though trying to block out any form of sight or sunlight.

The for-sale sign that used to be posted in the front yard had been removed. The old household had gone for a high price, much higher than what Fussa would pay for. A house that had been used for the nouveau riche and their extended families from overseas.

'What kind of potbellied rich mother fucker could own something like this?' the wrathful Douji wondered. Much of the roofing had been recently fixed, fresh paint added to its sidings, and once broken windows were now replaced with flawless glass panes. A couple windows were placed above the first story roof, allowing whoever now lived there a chance to sit on the roof and either sunbathe or stargaze.

"Armageddon!" he heard a man shout. Teal colored eyes looked over the brick wall that seperated the sidewalk from the yard, listening for the voice again. "Armageddon!" the voice sounded again. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!"

'A cat name Armageddon?'

"You, boy!" Rage's head shot up towards the voice, seeing an adult walking over to him. The man looked to be about in his twenties or so, dressed in a black silk button-up shirt and black slacks with a brown leather belt. His hair was a dark brownish color, slick backed with either mousse or gel. Thick eyebrows lay above dark eyes. "Boy! What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, just stopping."

"There's nothing here for you," the man scolded. "Be on your way."

"Whatever," Rage mumbled.

"Wait a minute, have you seen a cat?" he spoke quickly, stopping him. "A little black kitten with amber eyes and a red collar. Bloodred."

"No."

"Oh. Thanks anyway." Rage watched quietly as the man walked away, returning to his search for the missing feline. The wrathful Douji got a feeling he was being watched. Looking back to the house, he noticed a figure looking out of the window at him from a window on the second floor.

He struggled to get a good look before the figure dissapeared from his view. Russet red hair was the only thing he spotted before the figure dissapeared behind the curtains. All that was left was a slight movement of the curtains, reassuring him that someone had truly been there.

"You still here?" the man shouted. "Off with you, surely you have someplace to be?"

Shit! Rage forgot all about the recording session! Taking off, the Douji hurried toward the studio.

Once he had gotten far enough from the household, the figure returned to her window, gazing at him as he dissapeared from her view.

"Sometimes I feel I've got to, get away. I've got to, get away," Rage belted into the microphone, slamming on the guitar. For some reason, Fussa felt the need to have him make another cover of Tainted Love. Marilyn Manson did a well enough job, why did he have to re-do it?

Feeling annoyed, Rage slapped a hand on the guitar strings, stopping the music. "Something on your mind, Rage?"

"Remember that house a couple miles from your house? The Victorian styled one?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Someone moved in."

Fussa looked surprised. "Really? I didn't see anyone come to look at it. Moved in recently?"

"Yeah, real recent. The sign was pulled out today and the inhabitants have already made themselves comfortable. Dude was even out looking for a cat today."

"Cat?"

"Yeah. He name the thing Armageddon."

Instantly, his Master got a look of realization on his face. "Was the cat small? Black fur, yellow eyes?"

"He said they were amber, but yes. Why?"

"Be right back. Take a break." And with those last words, Fussa dissapeared from the recording studio. Rage let his head hang back, emitting a sigh of exhaustion. The image of the russet red hair wouldn't relieve itself from his mind, nagging his thoughts. 'Maybe the dude has a daughter or little sister.' When he thought about it, the man hadn't looked that old, so maybe it was more on the little sister end of the spectrum. 'Or neice.'

"This the cat he was talking about?" Fussa asked, holding up a tiny black kitten. The little feline was small enough to fit in his palm.

Exiting the small enclosement, Rage grabbed the cat from his master's grip. Fingering around the neckline, he spotted the blood red collar. On a golden id strip lay the word Armageddon. "Yeah, this is her cat," he spoke.

"Her?"

"I mean - their cat. His cat," he replaced, trying to cover his tracks.

"Oh, I get it," Fussa smirked, retrieving the kitten back from the wrathful Douji. It mewled quietly in his hand, wanting to explore the room. "There's a girl living there."

"No there isn't!" Rage protested.

"But you have reason to believe there is?"

"No."

"Rage."

"Alright, I think I saw red hair. But that's all I saw."

"Well," Fussa spoke thoughtfully, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "If there really is a girl there, she'll probably want her kitten back."

Rage thought. 'An excuse to sneak in? Certainly.'

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