Author's note: It should go absolutely unsaid if you've read Aftermath that this entire story is filled with extremely disturbing content. And it is not required to read to understand Aftermath or the story therein. This is a side story that is utterly optional to read. If you are easily offended then please, do not continue and if the story interests you, continue on to Tsukihime: Aftermath. Trust me, this was not easy to write, but I felt backstory was needed for the character.

She was born in 1336, born to a Count in the southern reaches of France. Her mother, a Countess, although not recognized as such by the government of France, ruled a considerable amount of land in the southland of France. They lived in a modest castle, in an aging feudal village.

While they were far from powerful, they wielded influence. And had a modest army and a fairly benevolent rule.

The girl in question was beautiful, her brown hair and blue eyes. She was a rambunctious child, but her mother loved her. As did her father, even though he treated her harshly at times, but he did it for her own growth.

Her mother was beautiful, her eyes, stained red by what many called sin, but it only added to her beauty. Her long brown hair was beautiful and her daughter looked exactly like her.

Her father, a tall man of great physical stature, piercing and strange orange eyes, his face was chiseled and perfect while his hair was black and short. He was considered quite handsome by many.

By the time the girl was five, she was already tall for her age. But she was still just as wild, her hair was adorned with flowers at times from when she ran and played with the local children, unheard of in a feudal society. The Count had no qualms about such a thing occurring.

But around this time, her mother had become withdrawn and rarely seen. The Count said she was sick and the little girl was scared and worried.

But the worst was yet to come...

Age 8: Innocence Taken.

The girl, who was commonly wearing a white dress of the era, was running around, exerting herself. She was so full of spirit and energy, her smile, her laughter. It seemed never ending. The castle had few servants, but the servants loved her. She would always ask silly questions and try to help. But the servants declined with a smile.

'That girl is destined to be a remarkable lady.' That is what many of them thought.

However, the oldest of the servants, a man of 60 named Edwige, he was the most favored of the servants with the count. He had served him for nearly 40 years, he was turning quite old and gray. And he was pampered as a servant, wearing fine clothing and attending meetings with the Count that others were barred from, including the Countess.

'That girl will face sorrow.' Is what she told the other servants, but they soon spread rumors he was senile. Such a girl cannot be destined for such terrible things.

Several months after the girl's 8th birthday, the Countess was stricken with illness and died.

The girl wept, but she never saw the body. The Count said she would not recognize her, and her father grieved terribly, not eating for days except small scraps of meat. And eventually, he stopped eating them.

He became a recluse, never coming out even while his daughter pleaded at his door.

Her nannies became her mothers, and her father was completely absent for months.

Until one, terrible day...

The Count emerged from his room, his face was worn, the skin around his eyes wrinkled, he had aged considerably in his time of grief.

The girl, was quietly sobbing in front of his door when he opened it. She had missed her father so terribly.

When she looked up at him, her bright eyes widened and she hugged him. Her father remained still.

"Ume..." He said, more like a growl.

"Daddy?" She muttered quietly... brushing the tears away.

"Today... You must succeed your mother. Your mother was a beautiful woman without peer in my heart, except for you. But now, all I have is you..." As he said this he brushed the girl's long hair out of her eyes.

She sniffed but remained silent.

"All I have in you.. and your body and your potential.. And I must love you..."

"Daddy..?" Ume asked again.

"Forgive me, Ume..." He said as he grabbed the girl by the back of the neck. Having lifted her to eye level. She let out a yell and began to cry.

"Daddy! You're hurting me!"

"The pain has yet to begin, my dear girl..."

And with that, he pulled her into his room.

After he had fled into his room with her, he had sunk his fangs into her. And began draining her blood.

Ume cried, screamed and fought but her strength and life was sapped from her. Her eyes became blank and her face became simply that of a doll. Her blood was drained and she was made his Second... His Soeki.

But he had to finalize the pact, in his own sick and twisted mind...

And with that, the girl named Ume, forever lost her shine. Her luster, her laughter and smiles, they were gone after that. Her body was violated, her mind was invaded and her entire being was corrupted that day.

From then on, Ume would live in her mother's old room. Which turned out to be a torture chamber.. Filled with chains, candles and instruments of torture...

For days afterward, the screams of the girl echoed in the castle. She was abused and tortured... Her father whipped her, beat her, raped her, he continued until she stopped crying.

When she stopped crying, she felt dead... Her body dangled, suspended in the air by the various chains that filled her now 'room'. Her clothing had become tattered, she was barely covered. Her body was bleeding from where she had been whipped, beaten by her father's hands.

He simply stood there, almost admiring his work.

"You will make a good servant, my child. And you will make a good lover in time."

The girl could not respond, blood was pouring from her mouth. If this was any other person, they would have been dead.

But she was special... She was special in that normal things cannot kill her and that is what the Count sought. From that day forward, she was forced to serve him, to serve his secret ways. As a False Ancestor, her initiation was one brought on by torture. And she had no choice but to accept her fate.

Because even though she wanted so desperately to die, she couldn't...

Even at such a young age, she couldn't bear her life anymore...

On the day of her ninth birthday, she spent it as she had for the last several months, locked alone, in that dungeon. Hanging in the air. Being trained to be an obedient 'Soeki' as he called them.

The term was not familiar to her. She had no idea where the term had come from...

But at that point, she cared about nothing... Her life had turned to misery, and she was even forgetting to breathe at times, she simply wanted all things to end.

The day of her birthday, as her father was preparing to whip her again.

"Daddy..."

"Yes?"

"I have a weird feeling..."

"And what is that?"

"I don't want to be alive anymore..."

Her father laughed at the little girl's emotions.

"You don't live for yourself anymore, girl, you live for me. And that will be the truth until you die."

".. Ok"

She had finally broken. She had given up on living for herself at that instant, and with that her true servitude had begun.