A/N: I am once again back at Fanfiction after a loooong vacation, starting all over again! Please enjoy this newbie-but-not-so-new fanfic! I gladly welcome everyone to feel free to leave their opinions - fangirl, criticisms or whatsoever. Pardon my mistakes because my English is not perfect but this girl here really wants to share her wild imagination with her readers!

Enjoy the story! ~ Lots of love from Pikachuuchan

~ Chapter 1: The Mansion of Vampires ~

A cab pulled up in front of a home and a guy, probably in his late teens, stepped out of it. He hauled his baggage out from the car trunk like it weighed nothing. It didn't contain much, except for a few pieces of clothes and basic necessities that was enough to last him for a few weeks.

When the cab drove away, the young man was left all alone. Alone in this - which he has just noticed - miserable place that radiated a gloomy and sinister feel. Spooky trees surrounded the area and created dark, creepy shadows which frightened him a little. To add on to his anxiety, the usually pale moon was glowing red tonight. It was shrouded in the clouds, streaming down reddish moonlight rays. An ominous feeling settled in his heart but he pushed it aside quickly. He has more important matters on hand right now than to bother with his pathetic inner self.

At this moment, he took a good view of the house that he would be staying in - wait, hang on a minute. House wouldn't be the right choice of word. It was nothing of that sort.

It was a beautiful, majestic mansion. It was so big that he swore that it could be the size of a soccer field, or perhaps bigger. From the outside, every inch of the mansion screamed elegance and grandeur. The polished stairs, the tall front doors, the fountain, the primly trimmed grasses... He gaped openly in awe. Whoever knew that his uncle has great connections and gotten him such a nice place to stay in? Thinking about what was on the inside was enough to excite him.

He walked up the stairs slowly, pulling his luggage behind him. When he stood before the doors, he cleared his throat nervously. His hand reached for the cold, shiny door knocker (Was it seriously gold?) and hit it against the door twice. He cringed in response when the loud knocks echoed in the dead silence.

One... Two... A few minutes passed but no one came to answer the door. Strange. He tried once again, but still there was no one who came to his call. Was there nobody at home?

Just as he was about to give up and leave, the doors unlocked and creaked open slightly. He straightened up immediately.

"Hmm...hello?" he asked, pulling the doors open slowly. Unlike what he was expecting, there was no one behind the doors. Confusion overwhelmed him. Where exactly were the people who were staying in this mansion?

"Sorry for the intrusion..." he muttered. He entered the mansion, hoping that he could find someone. He took his time to check out the place while walking down the hallway. The interior of the mansion was, like what he had imagined, beyond impressive. Beautiful, flamboyant chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and stunning art pieces adorned the walls of the mansion. The marble floors, stairs and furnitures were polished until it shone brightly and glossy.

Awestruck by everything that he saw, the young man did not notice that he has entered into the mansion's parlour.

Something huge caught his attention then. A family portrait, the biggest one that he has ever seen in his life, mounted on the high wall above the fireplace. Six devilishly handsome guys stood together, wearing different expressions. They were all surrounding a girl, who was sitting elegantly in a gold antique chair. Like them, she, too, possessed an exquisite beauty. All seven of them have eyes that held the same mysterious glint.

They were somehow different but yet similar. And something about them seemed off...

"Uh ho, what do we have here? A human?" Somebody interrupted his thoughts. Startled, he spun around quickly, searching for the source of the voice. His eyes landed on someone standing on the stairs and bearing an amused look.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"How bold, asking such a question to somebody who is staying here. Shouldn't I be asking you instead?" the redhead laughed. "Tell me, little human, why are you here? Few humans would volunteer themselves to be a sacrifice. I'm not particularly interested in sucking males' blood but if you want, I don't mind drinking yours. You smell quite delicious."

What on earth was this guy saying? "Err...no thanks," he replied uncomfortably. "I'm straight actually. I'm here because my uncle told me that I could stay here for a while..."

"Ahh..." The redhead shifted his fedora playfully, his green eyes lighting up in comprehension. "I understand the situation now. Your uncle is right, you are allowed to stay here. In fact, you have been chosen."

Chosen?

"Hey, Laito." A guy with red spiked hair appeared out of nowhere behind him. "Why is it so noisy here? I was having fun with Pancake. Tch..." The guy scowled irritably and threw himself down on one of the sofas.

"Aww, Ayato, why do you always keep her to yourself? It's my turn next." The one who was called Laito licked his lips in anticipatory.

"Whatever, I had my fill anyway." Ayato rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, you people. Quit interrupting my sleep!" Another guy appeared this time and glared at them. He has white hair with malicious red eyes. When he saw the stranger, he glared even harder.

"Calm down, Subaru. We have a new toy." Laito replied.

"A human? Why is it a male this time?" A purple-hair boy appeared while holding a teddy bear. "Teddy, look. He's nervous." His emotionless eyes observed the now-spooked guy who was standing anxiously in the central of the room being surrounded by weird people. Something in his mind told him that there was something weird about this place.

"Stop being rude to our guest, brothers." A tall, bespectacled person materialized. He wore a serious, business-like expression.

"Reiji, explain what is all this about!" Ayato exclaimed.

"I have no idea," Reiji said calmly. He pushed up his glasses while thinking deeply. "And Kanato is right, was anybody informed of this? Shu?"

He looked to his right, where a blonde male has appeared and was now lying down on one of the sofas. Even though he was wearing earphones, he seemed to have heard his name being called. With his eyes closed, he answered quietly.

"He's not for us."

"For who then?" Reiji asked again.

"Her."

The room became chaotic. Everyone, almost everyone, seemed to be talking at once.

"Aww... What a pity."

"Does she likes sharing?"

"Let's take a nip of him before she arrives."

"He smells good, almost on par with Pancake."

But among everybody that was present in the parlour, one particular person has a lot of unasked questions and he was going to ask them now.

"Hmm... Hello? If you are talking about me, I'm still here." He raised his eyebrows quizzically. "And who is this 'she' you are all talking about?"

Everyone of them, including Shu, turned to look at him. As they stared, he swore that their eyes glowed with a tint of reddish color. Ayato decided to answer his question for him.

"Who else? Our baby sister."