Shiki

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this.

Warnings: AU, Vampires/Shiki, multiple pairings (boy/boy being prevalent), coarse language, violence, and excessive references to blood (because there's Vamps, so…duh).

This was loosely based on the Shiki series, but I pulled in other Vampire sources, Ancient Roman traditions, Foreboding Fairy Tales, and bird food recipes to…you know, make it more unique. Or insane. We'll see.

First chapter is freakishly long to give you some background, so sorry about that. The other chapters should be about half the size of this one!

"Fratello! Fratello! Can you read this to me?"

"Why do you want me to read it? You're 16, you can read fine."

The younger of the Vargas brothers poured on the pout and puffed his cheeks out.

"I can read it on my own, but it sounds better the way you read it!"

Lovino sighed, but complied. He flipped open the book, grumbling that nobody would believe him if he told them the great heir to the Vargas family likes having others read him bedtime stories. Feliciano didn't seem to hear this, as he snuggled beside his brother on the bed.

"Once upon a fucking time…"

"Fratello!"

"Fine. Once upon a time, in the lands of Eternia, existed a small village called Dawncrest..."

…It was nestled on the boarder of the great kingdom and the mysterious forest. No one dared cross deep into the forest, for it was thought to be cursed. The few that managed to return came back as a very different person. They screamed, cowered, and fled from their loved ones. They could see things others couldn't and it terrified them. The forest had made them go mad…

"What happened to Papa?" asked a boy to his mother.

The woman could only look down in sadness and grief. Her husband had gone into the forest to help find the missing men. That had been over a week ago; he'd yet to return.

The mayor of Dawncrest issued many warnings to his people. He forbade anyone from going into the forest. They didn't know what was causing the madness and didn't want to lose any more of their people to the curse. The people obeyed their mayor and tried to go on living their normal lives.

When the boy's mother grew ill from grief, there was little he could do. They had been a happy family, but a poor one. The boy knew they couldn't afford the doctor and didn't know what herbs to combine for medicine. He traveled to the outskirts of the town, where he ran into the hooded girl who lived alone in the cottage on the edge of Dawncrest. The villagers believed she was odd and had strange ways, so they ignored her. However, the boy was desperate to save his mother and told her his troubles.

He asked what to do and she taught him a song. The hooded girl instructed him to sing it to his mother to raise her spirits once more. The boy had never heard of a song healing the sick like that, but was willing to try anything. He thanked her and ran home to his mother. Sitting beside her bed, the boy sang the song taught to him by the hooded girl. He poured all his feelings of hope and love into the song and slowly his mother began to rise. By the end of the song, light was restored to her eyes and she embraced her son. They were happy.

Feliciano softly blew his nose and returned his gaze to his brother. The older Vargas could only roll his eyes.

Then one day, a pack of feral wolves suddenly attacked the town. This had never happened before. The wolves lived in the forest, but had never attacked a human settlement before. The madness was spreading.

"I will fight for Papa!" the boy insisted when the wolves began attacking.

Without warning, he ran out of the house with his father's sword. He had only wanted to help the village and make his father proud. Before his disappearance, his father had been teaching him to hunt. He wanted to be brave. He wanted to be strong.

"These are no ordinary monsters…" warned the hooded girl he passed. He ignored her. He wanted to be a brave hunter like his father.

Her words rang true when he encountered the savage wolves. They fought with a frenzy unheard of. Hunters kept piercing them with arrows and swords, but the beasts continued to rise. The boy did not know what to do. He tried to fight, but his sword was knocked away from him. He trembled in fright. A wolf chased him and he ran for his life.

Lovino ignored his brother gasping in surprise that should not have been there.

"We light candles at night to keep the darkness away…That is when light burns brightest."

The boy heard his father's voice in his head. It gave him an idea and he began running towards the town square. He narrowly made it and found what he was looking for – an oil drum.

Without wasting a moment, he opened it. The wolves were nearly upon him as he knocked it over, spilling its contents in their path. Taking his trusty flint, the boy lit the fire. The mad beasts did not realize his plan – 3 were engulfed when they failed to give up the hunt. It had been a success! Hunters dealt with the remaining pack while the remaining townsfolk helped the boy put out the fire before it spread.

That night, he received many congratulations and praise from the village. They told him he was a fine hunter and brought great pride to his family. However, it was the hooded girl that told him what he truly had wanted to hear.

"You did well, clever boy. You are not a warrior, but that is fine. If you had fought, you would have lost. If you had fled, you would have died. By using your wits, you survived and won. Battles are not always won by brute force. Your Papa is proud, I'm sure."

"Thank you!" the boy said quickly, for his parents had taught him to be respectful. "You tried to help me earlier and I should have listened. Who are you?"

All she did was smile and fade back into the shadows of the celebration party for the brave hunters and the boy.

This did not solve everything, however. The forest was still unsafe and soon the town was again. It had been weeks since the last trading caravan had visited. In fact, it had been even longer since anyone had entered the village. No living soul had passed through their village entrance in almost a month. No one was able to exit either. It was like the town was encased in a strange spell. As time went by, the supplies were slowly depleting and the townspeople were getting worried. It wasn't long before that worry turned into a madness of its own. The boy watched as they stopped looking for a solution and started looking for someone to blame.

"It must be that dark girl! The witch!" they cried.

"She is surely responsible for this!"

"She must pay for this!"

"No! She's innocent!" Feliciano shrieked.

"Feli, this is the 896th time we've read this…I know!"

"Eheh…Sorry, fratello!"

"Che…now, where was I…?"

The hooded girl was taken from her home and forced on trial. The mayor demanded that she testify and confess her sins. She said nothing.

"You will not confess?" he shouted, enraged. "Then what foolish words will you choose to defend yourself with?!"

She said nothing.

The boy looked up from the bench he shared with his mother. He desperately hoped she would speak up and tell the village she was innocent. He knew she was. The girl was a little different than they were and kept to herself; but she never did anything to hurt anyone. She had even tried to warn him about the savage wolves when they attacked to help him. She was innocent!

After the trial, the girl was sentenced to a jail cell until she confessed to her crimes. The boy visited her each night, bringing her food and water. He would talk to her and tell her that he still believed in her. He apologized for the others, saying he wished he could do more to help her. He asked why she refused to speak anymore. Each time she would smile to show her gratitude, but say nothing.

The boy looked to the sky for answers each night, but until this night he was only able to see, not observe. For when he began to observe, he gazed into the sky and saw his favorite constellation of The Hunter was shining above him. This should have been impossible. His father always taught him the sky must share its stars with all the people of the world. The stars must go on a journey to travel the world and spread their light. This is why The Hunter only visits them in the early spring. The boy rubbed his eyes and it was still there. How could this be? It was late summer; The Hunter should be on his journey around the world.

On the 4th night of her imprisonment, the boy told her what he had seen in the unmoving sky. Something must be affecting Dawncrest. He asked her what he could do to save her and the others. She smiled at his cleverness and pointed to the key to her cell behind him. The boy had a choice – he chose to help his friend save the village.

He helped the half-starved girl back to her house. She sat at the table and pointed to something on the shelf. The boy retrieved the staff she gestured to and set it in front of her. As soon as she held it, she could feel her strength returning and was able to walk on her own. She opened the door and headed to the village entrance with the boy. When the townspeople saw this, they tried to stop her, but the boy stood between them.

"No! She is going to save us all! You have to believe in her!"

The people were uneasy, but let her raise her staff with the boy's words. Suddenly, the night sky faded and revealed the true environment outside the village – the evil spirit from the forest towered over a dome of shimmery light, trying to break it and enter the village. It spewed forth black sludge from wherever it touched, infecting its surroundings with its taint. The monster roared in anger, hundreds of gnarled teeth gleamed in the moonlight. The people began to scream in terror and flee back to their own homes at the horrific sight.

"This light is protecting us…Did you do that…?" the boy asked.

His friend only smiled, crouched beside him and spoke for the first time in weeks.

"Run…you clever little boy…."

As her words escaped her lips, the barrier began to fade and the giant evil began to devour everything in its path. The girl smiled again for the boy and he heeded her words, running back into town. From there, he was able to watch safely as the girl raised her staff and was engulfed in light. When the light faded, the girl was gone and the monster was dead.

The people were relieved, yet riddled with guilt. The boy explained that she was unable to speak because she was holding up the barrier. They had treated the savior of the town cruelly, but she had still protected them in the end. The villagers wanted to thank her, but she was gone. They all wanted to honor the good witch that had saved their lives, but didn't know how.

At that point, the boy stood up and began to sing…he sang the song the girl had taught him to raise his spirits. Soon after, the entire village joined him in song.

Nobody knows the name of the good witch who saved the village from evil so long ago, but her song is still sung by its people to this day.

Lovino was going to ask his brother if he was finally done annoying him and ready for bed, but the younger of the brothers was already asleep.

"Good night…idiota."

The next day at school, Feliciano greeted his friends Ludwig, Kiku, Alfred. After a nudge from Lovino, he greeted Matthew as well. He must have just arrived, Feli was sure he wasn't there just a second ago. That reminded him of a show he saw on TV the other day and he absolutely had to tell Ludwig about it. He never knew that Dobermans could be trained to waltz!

After a few minutes, the student council president showed up (simultaneously getting Ludwig out of promising Feliciano that they would one day train large dogs to ballroom dance) and begged Matthew and Lovino to help him.

"Let me guess, it's those idiots again, isn't it?" sighed the Italian.

Matthew, taking what little recognition he could get asked where they were/what they were plotting. The two followed the president before 'Those crazies added a new exit on the building's north side that was most definitely NOT school board approved.'

Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert, collectively known as the Bad Touch Trio, were known for most of the pranks, mischief, and general chaos that befell the school. Only the combined powers of Lovino and Matthew ever seemed to have any effect on the trio. Once the BTT got an idea in their heads, the only chance in hell anyone had to dissuade them rested on those two. They were like magic. That, or just really, really good looking.

The others continued on to their classroom, while the tsundere and the boy with the invisibility cloak went to do battle with evil. Karitoru High School was small like the town it was located in. While the Elementary and Junior High were combined in a single building on the eastern side of town, the high school was on the western side. Being as little as it was, many of the students had electives together to cut down on rooms required, regardless of what grade level they were in.

"So, I guess I didn't get why our cooking teacher kept glaring at me yesterday when we made spaghetti in class…that was supposed to be an easy recipe!" Alfred complained to Feliciano. "I even remembered to chop the garlic this time!"

"Mr. Aldente was mad because you chopped the garlic!" giggled the brunette. "He probably bit into a big piece of that when he tested it."

"Huh?"

"You were supposed to mince the garlic…"

"What's the difference?"

Feliciano smiled and explained that mincing the garlic into extremely small pieces was different than haphazardly chopping the food into big pieces and can make all the difference to certain ingredients that have a kick to them. Alfred seemed to understand and Feliciano smiled again.

"I'm surprised you took Cooking this year, Alfred."

"Well, a hero has to expand his horizons…" he scratched his head with a grin.

"Yeah! You're doing really good compared to when you first started out!" Feli cheered him on.

"I can't lose when I have the Vargas brothers for tutors! You and Lovi are my secret weapon!" laughed the blond.

During the Cooking 101 conversation, Ludwig had noticed that Kiku looked especially somber that morning. Which was saying a lot. This is the guy who's default face is serious student.

"Are you alright, Kiku?"

"Kiku's not feeling well?" Feliciano asked in concern, turning when he heard Ludwig's voice.

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing," the dark-haired boy informed them. "Just late shifts."

"What do you mean?"

"Playing Big Brother Yao is exhausting," he smiled. "I don't know how he does it every day."

Kiku's older brother Yao had been raising Kiku and the other Wang children on his own after their father's death two years ago. Their mother had died a few years after Yong Soo was born. Kiku had to grow up quickly and always worked hard for his family.

"There's been several deaths from the nursing home lately," added Kiku. "Yao's been very busy with funerals, so I've been trying to help around the house more."

Anyone who's met Yong Soo knows what a challenge that can be.

"Do you want any help?" Feli asked.

"Thank you, but it's fine, Feliciano. Mei's been a big help and I think the worst of it is over now," he nodded. "Yong Soo's new Girl's Generation album arrived yesterday and has been keeping him occupied."

The Italian glanced over at Mei, who was chatting with her friends like any other day.

"Ve~" he said in awe. "Girls are strong…"

The bell rang and they took their seats as the teacher came in.

"Oh, no! Your brother's not back yet, Alfred!" whispered Feli.

"Ah, it's alright. Mattie's like a ninja! The teacher probably won't even notice he's gone!"

Ignoring his overdramatic karate gestures, the brunette chided him about that not being a nice thing to say about his brother.

"But being a ninja is like a compliment! Not just anybody can be that cool!" Alfred insisted. "Kiku, back me up here!"

Kiku ignored his friends and prayed the teacher wouldn't look their way for a while.

Meanwhile, in other more potentially hazardous sections of the school…Matthew was calmly and carefully trying to convince the Bad Touch Trio not to mix the unlabeled chemistry bottles together in order to watch the 'awesome sparks fly around.' Lovi chose a different approach.

"Put down the damned bottle or I'll dump it on your head, idiota!"

"Lovi~!" exclaimed Antonio, bounding over to the Italian. "You should try it! It's fun!"

"Mixing dangerous chemicals together isn't my idea of fun."

"You seem upset today. Were you lonely? Did you miss Boss?" asked the taller boy, ruffling Lovi's hair.

"For the last time, you are not the boss of me!" he growled back, swatting at the Spaniard's hand.

He quickly exchanged a glance with Matthew, letting him know that Antonio was under control. Once he got talking about how Lovi believed him to be the Boss of the town as a child because he gave him the most delicious tasting tomatoes in all of existence (clearly he had to be the Boss of something if he had access to such things) he never seemed to stop.

That's one…

Matthew was able to quickly convince Francis that if one of the sparks landed on his hair, it could ignite. Francis valued his hair more than life itself and knew his little cousin rarely lied to him. And Maple, did Matthew know to choose his words very carefully when it involved Francis's hair. The blond then retreated to join Antonio teasing Lovino about the good ole days, leaving only Gilbert.

That's two…

Matthew still was unsure why the older boy seemed to put so much stock in his opinion, but he did. Matthew only had to ask Gil once to put the flask of strangely colored liquid down. Gil was much more interested in telling the blond one of the many tales of his Awesomeness. Now that Matthew was there and willingly listening to him, Gilbert was content to talk forever and ever

That's three…home free!

The trio and their companions were walking back to class, once they heard the bell. Although Matthew was the only one who really cared about not being tardy, the others humored him and decided to head back.

"That's right…" Antonio blinked.

Lovino looked up to see what made him suddenly stop talking about the churros he has for lunch. Secretly, Lovi was a little disappointed, because that usually meant he got some too. Antonio's mom made the best churros in town and she always made extra for just for her adorable 'Lovito.' (Like her son, she apparently had a soft spot for tsunderes, but I digress…)

"Have you been going into the woods lately, Lovi?"

"Sure, why?"

"I heard another camper went missing a little ways north of town," Antonio said with some concern in his voice.

"Geez, what is that now…6, 7 people that have gone missing this month?" Gilbert mused.

"Yeah, mostly campers, hikers, and hunters on vacation or passing through the woods…"

"And you guys wonder why I don't like hanging out there…" cringed Francis.

"I don't see why you're making such a big deal over it. It's not like I go that far," Lovino replied, directing his statement at the Spaniard.

"Just be safe, so Boss doesn't have to worry, ok?" he said, patting the boy's head like a child's.

"As if you'd worry, tomato bastard!"

"Ah, but I always worry about my little henchman~!" Antonio hugged the tsundere.

"Cut it out, already!" Lovino shoved him off. "Chigi!"

"That's a lot of people that have gone missing so close to town…" Matthew said worriedly.

Gil immediately noticed this and tried to comfort him.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, Birdie! Each year there's always a few ppl that come from out of town and get lost up in the mountains. I'm sure they'll turn up eventually!"

"T-That's good," Matthew nodded as his cousin sighed beside him.

"Can we please steer this conversation out of the horrible forest and closer to where we actually live?" Francis' mouth twitched into a smirk. "Mathieu, mon cher, I hear someone has a crush on you…"

"M-Me?" asked the smaller blond, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Gilbert paled as much as an albino could manage and quickly lapsed into a coughing fit.

"If you're getting sick, then stay the hell away from me, potato bastard!" Lovino swore.

"Aww, who has a crush on Matthew?" Antonio inquired with a grin.

"Who, indeed?" Francis casually tossed a knowing look in Gil's direction.

"H-Hey, guys! Check out this cool new trick I learned!" the German interrupted, climbing onto a chair and backflipping off it with ease. "Pretty awesome, right?! But wait, there's more!"

He scurried off to impress/distract his friends with his sweet acrobatic moves learned from many a boring afternoon in his parents' workshop.

Matthew had to admit the albino had some impressive stunts, but was a little disappointed that Francis got distracted and never finished his story about someone who has a crush on him. Oh, well, he could always ask his cousin later.

School came and went as it always did, and before long Feliciano found himself at dinner. Normally, he liked the chance to catch up with his father and eat delicious pasta, but he always missed seeing his brother at the table.

Their father, Romeo, had stopped allowing Lovino at the main table when he was a child. Since he was always sickly, Romeo justified it as preventing anything from spreading to them. After Lovi outgrew his illness for the most part, he said he preferred eating in his room anyway. Feli was still unsure about that, but didn't want to start another fight between the two.

"How was your day at school, Feliciano?" Romeo asked and let the other ramble for a bit. He wasn't always able to follow what his strange son said (due to the intense speed and downright bizarre things the boy encountered daily) but felt it was his place to let him talk. Romeo was quite adept at feigning attention by this point in Feliciano's life anyway.

After several minutes of "Lud this" and "Lud that" Romeo cleared his throat to get the youngest Vargas' attention again.

"I wanted to inform you that your Grandfather will be in town soon."

"Nonno's coming back?!" Feli bounced in his chair excitedly. "When will he be back?!"

"It won't be for a few more weeks, but he said after he closes this business deal, he expects to stay in town for awhile," Romeo stated. "This will be a good opportunity for you to demonstrate the skills you've learned as the Heir to the Vargas family business."

Of course, Feliciano barely heard the last part. He couldn't wait to tell his brother the good news. His brain was going at its usual levels of lightspeed. Lovino didn't always get along with Romulus either, but Nonno always tries really hard and loves both of them so much…not that their father didn't, but…ugh, his head hurt. Time for more pasta!

Feli walked down the hallway towards his brother's room and saw the family portrait had fallen from wall. He picked it up, glad it wasn't broken. The boy wondered how it fell; the nail in wall seemed fine when he looked it over. He shrugged went about trying to fix it, admiring his handiwork when he finished.

It was one of his favorite paintings of his family – painted by his Nonno back when the brothers' mom was alive. He admired the portrait again, Leora was sitting on a velvet-cushioned chair, holding Feliciano, who was just a baby at that point. Two year old Lovi was standing beside her with a shy smile on his angelic face. Even his father was smiling in the picture, everyone looked so happy and full of life.

The amber-eyed boy sighed. It was hard to believe that his mom would die just over a year after it was painted. He shook the sad memory out of his head and focused on the painting again. His Nonno had done a wonderful job capturing everyone in the portrait. You could tell that Feli took their father with his light brown hair and matching eyes. Lovi took after their mother – proud green eyes bordered by dark brown hair. He was pulled out of his thoughts by something scratching on the window.

Feliciano turned, afraid at first, and then smiled at the little bird pecking at the glass. He opened the window and allowed the little bird to rest on his hand. As a child, he wasn't able to have pets due to his brother's chronic illness, so he befriended the birds in the courtyard of their house. They seemed to like his company and had been his friends since.

Although whenever he called them such, Lovi would tell him he was being an idiot. When Feli was 10 and still playing with the birds, Lovi took drastic measures to prevent teasing at school.

He told him that the only people who sing to birds, dance around with them, and play together are princesses from the fairy tales their mother used to read to them.

This had the unfortunate side effect of convincing Feli that he was in fact, a fairy tale princess, and led to an embarrassing cross-dressing phase that was still a little confusing to explain to outsiders, but that was another story.

Feliciano smiled and hummed a little tune as he recalled one of his fights with Lovino over it. His big brother kept telling him that he was a boy, not a princess. Feli remained insistent that he was a beautiful princess, stamped his foot, and stormed off to find his prince (Ironically, that was also the day he first met Ludwig when his family moved into town).

The brown-eyed boy pulled out a cracker from his pocket, (because let's face it, this is Feli we're talking about—of course he carries food with him, probably has pasta in the other pocket) and offered it to the little bird, who happily munched on it. When Feli's bird friend was done, he chirped happily at the boy and flew off towards the setting sun. Feliciano waved to him and was about to tell him to visit again soon when disaster struck.

An eagle suddenly dove from the sky, piercing the smaller bird with its beak. Feliciano heard the sickening crunch of bones snapping and backed away from the window in horror. The eagle seemed to catch his eye before flying off, stray feathers from the smaller bird trailing behind it.

Feliciano felt tears spring in his eyes, slammed the window, and took off running to his fratello's room.

Lovino Vargas was equipped to handle many things over the course of living with his little brother for 16 years.

He knows how to properly read Song of the Witch (you have to do the voices, or Feli complains).

He can eat twice his weight in pasta alone for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

He knows how to deal with weird little brothers going through that awkward cross-dressing phase.

He's able to make sense of even the randomest of ramblings that come out of Feli's mouth, despite flawed logic, sugar highs, or extreme fear (sometimes all three).

Hell, he learned how to run like the fucking wind, despite recently overcoming a heart condition, to be able to catch up with Feliciano and remind him that while Alfred and Matthew's dog is excitable, it's not evil and out to get him.

He was not equipped to handle consoling a grieving brother over the loss of his little bird friends.

"It's just a damned bird, Feli! There's a hundred more flying around!"

"I-I know, fratello!" he insisted through sobs. "B-But Mario h-had a wife and family!"

Lovi could only facepalm as he thought 'Oh, great, now he's named the damned thing!'

"Fratello!"

"Look, Feli. It's nature. That shit happens. Birds die, sometimes they get eaten."

"B-But I've never seen them g-get eaten in front of me!" the youngest wailed. "I've never even seen them die in front of me! Poor Mariooooo!"

Lovi took a deep breath and tried to remind himself he was really talking to the Vargas heir. Sometimes this was harder to believe than other times. This was one of those times. He wasn't Feliciano, the respected heir to the powerful Vargas Family. He was Feli, blubbering crybaby that needed reassurance that life was going to go on and be ok somehow.

"Look, how about we go out for a hike tomorrow? It'll be Friday, so we can take our time finding Mario's family and you can comfort them in their time of great need."

Feliciano peeked out from behind hands.

"R-Really?"

"Sure."

"C-Can we bring them snacks?"

"As long as you stay out of the peanut butter this time."

"Ok, fratello! You're the best!" he beamed and hugged him, feeling much better now. "I better get planning what we'll need!"

The future heir of sorts dashed out of the room while Lovino called after him.

"Don't forget to sleep at some point! …Idiot."

Shortly after Feli left to write Mario the Bird an obituary, Lovino decided to get ready for bed and completed his usual bedtime rituals– shower, eat a tomato/midnight snack, brush teeth, etc. He had just managed to fall asleep when his cell phone started ringing.

He debated ignoring it, the only ones that usually called him this late were Antonio or Alfred, and nearly always because they had a stupid question. Right now, he wasn't feeling like dealing with either idiot, but decided to at least check the caller ID.

It didn't pop up as anyone from his contact's list, but he recognized the area code for Karitoru and answered. A very distressed woman speaking in frantic Spanish greeted his eardrums.

Lovino blinked and strained his brain to switch over to the Spanish that he learned from the tomato bastard. He told her he thinks she has the wrong number to the best of his ability, but the woman interrupted him again.

"Mi Lovito! Por favor! Lovito!"

As soon as he heard that he felt a pit form in his stomach and he knows instantly who it is – Antonio's mother.

With renewed concern, he asks what happened and she responded in rapid-fire Spanish again.

"It's Antonio! Is he with you?" her heart breaking a little more when the boy told her he wasn't. "Lovito…I'm scared…I think Antonio is missing…"

A/N – Thank you for reading all of this! I know it was long. You're awesome. Prussian Awesome. I promise the next chapters will be much shorter and easier to read. The Vampires will be showing up soon, too!

Gah! That fairy tale just would not end! I hadn't planned on it going more than a page or two tops, but UGH! I always kill myself with the little details. On the plus side, now only quotes or small passages will be mentioned from it. Heh, and yes, there was a Dr. Who quote in there. I couldn't resist.

Minor note, might be important later, a bird pecking at a window is considered by some to be an omen of death. As is a fallen portrait. Just sayin'.

~Rajikka

Translations

Shiki – "corpse demon" basically a Vampire. (Jap.)

Karitoru – "to reap" or "to harvest" (Jap.)

Fratello – "Brother" (It.)

Idiota – "Idiot" (It.)

Lovito – "Little Lovi" (Sp.)

Mon cher – "My dear" (Fr.)

Mi Lovito! Por favor! Lovito! – "My little Lovi! Please! Little Lovi!" (Sp.) I translated her final phrase to English to make it easier for those who don't know Spanish and didn't want to look it up and lose their place. As far as the story goes, she was speaking Spanish the entire time with Lovi.