Update: Hi, just to let you know, the wonderful Three stars in the sky has made a French translation for this story :)

Oh God, what am I doing? -I ask to myself as I foolishly risk my life. It was midnight, which meant that it was prime time for the vampires to be lurking about. I can't believe that only two months ago the world had been taken over by those blood suckers. They had taken the entire world by surprise, enslaving those humans who they were able to catch and continually feed on like livestock.

My group of friends and I had survived the initial takeover, but everyday we live in fear that one of us will get caught and give our location away. Shelter wasn't a problem. As long we had a home to call our own, the vampires couldn't enter without an invitation. Of course, they could always set buildings on fire to stake us out. Typically, however, vampires preferred to engage with their prey in a live chase. It wasn't fun for them to simply poke and tease out us livestock. Oh no, they adored to play with us.

Other protections that we humans could use at our disposal included barred windows, as vampires also had the power of mind control, wooden stakes, and any charms, necklets or bracelets that were made from silver. A stake to the heart would effectively kill a vampire, while the touch of anything silver would burn their skin, similar to that of the sun.

I'm afraid that the myth of garlic had led to the deaths of many humans during the first couple weeks of the takeover. Garlic actually alerted the vampires of your presence, quite the contrary of the belief that it would ward them off.

Now I suppose that you must be wondering: Why am I walking out in the open, where the vampires can grab me so easily? The answer is simple. I had a group of people counting on me to feed them. Oddly enough, it was safest for me to go out at the time when most, if not all, vampires were out.

They would all be hunting right now, so surely they wouldn't be looking for a human in grocery store, now would they? Besides, while the vampires slept during the day, they had werewolves, their loyal guard dogs, patrol the cities. We humans had yet to figure out what exactly weakened and/or killed a werewolf. It was therefore a safer bet to risk an encounter with a vampire over that of a werewolf.

Either way, I didn't have to walk too far to get where I needed. I lived with my friends at our old University dorm building, and it just so happened that there was a grocery store nearby. Tragically, I had been the unlucky one to draw the short end of the stick. Our group had a long-standing rule that only one person was allowed to leave our hideout at a time. We were a small enough group as it was, and it was imperative that we maintained our strength in numbers.

Our food supply was running out fast, and I could only hope that there was still enough food remaining in the grocery store. Whenever I went out, I rarely encountered another human being. Most of us were either dead, enslaved, or forced underground by the misfortune of being turned into a vampire.

I shuddered at the thought. I'd rather die than be forced to give up my humanity and hurt those close to me. I've heard stories; before the internet had gone down for good. The blood of a vampire changed good people, it reversed their personalities, made them into someone completely different. Those unfortunate enough to go through the change turned on their families, slaughtering and consuming them without a second thought. Vampires were monsters, and although us humans weren't exactly the top of the moral pinnacle, we still had our values. I couldn't say the same for those demons.

I nervously shuffled and readjusted the empty duffle bag over my shoulder. My combat boots unevenly clacked against the pavement, the shallowness of my breath matching the tune of my skipping heart. I was careful not to make too much noise, however. Vampires had a heightened sense of hearing; I would have to remain calm if I didn't want them to pick up on my hammering heartbeat.

The grocery store wasn't too far away now. So far, so good. I hadn't encountered any vampires yet. I kept my head bowed down out of fear, so much so that I had to keep pushing up the pair of glasses on the bridge of my nose. With my free hand, I fingered the pendant of my silver cross necklace. I muttered a prayer to a God that I no longer believed existed.

Eventually, I found myself standing in front of the broken entrance of the grocery store. The front windows were cracked, the direct result of the panic and anarchy that had followed after the initial stages of the takeover. Now, there were hardly any humans left to compete with what little food remained in the store.

I peered inside, squinting my eyes. I then reached into my black camo pants, pulling out a flashlight. I danced the flashlight around the entrance of the store, feeling satisfied when I didn't spot anything out of the usual. I walked inside, wincing when the soles of my boots crushed already shattered fragments of glass.

The store was a complete mess, looking as if a giant hand had knocked over the aisles in a silly game of dominos. The stench or sour meat filled the empty chasm of the room, prompting me to wrap a black bandana around my mouth. My eyes watered indefinitely as I began to rummage through the aisles, plucking off every non-perishable food item in sight.

The duffle bag was a lot heavier now, my shoulders sagging down to testify to that woeful sentiment. I would have to leave room for some medicine anyways. I turned on my heels, forcing myself past the meat and dairy section without letting out a breath.

I followed the path of my flashlight with a paralyzing amount of fear. I couldn't help but suspect that I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up in apprehension, an uncomfortable feeling churning in my gut. I still nonetheless forced myself to maintain at least some composure, taking a deep breath.

Perspiration dripped down my face as I made my way into the medicine aisle. I grabbed whatever looked convenient and useful. The moonlight pouring into the store made it much easier for me to see, thankfully. Said lighting came back to haunt me when I turned around, spotting a pair of leering green eyes.

I immediately knew that I was staring right back at a vampire. The Thing's eyes gleamed in the dark, just like that of a cat's. He must have been quite young when he was turned; slender, short, and a rounded face. The Thing had a bob of lemon-yellow hair, half of which that fell into the left side of his face. He was wearing ripped jeans and a black hoodie, but I didn't let his casual appearance fool me in the slightest. The scowl on his face and sharpness of his eyes indicated to me that he was far older than what he looked.

The Thing cocked his head to the side, a nonchalant grin creeping onto his face. This was a game to him; I was nothing more than a bug for him to squash under the sole of his boot. Even though I was taller than him, I felt myself shrinking under the intensity of his glare. With wobbly feet, I stumbled backwards, attempting, but failing miserably to grab at the silver knife that I had hidden away in my front jean pocket.

"S-stay away!" I cried out, the bandana around my mouth slipping down to hug my collar bone.

The Thing laughed, taking a step forward. "What's this? The livestock wants to fight back against the big bad wolf? How amusing," he leered.

The Thing moved forward in a blur impossibly quick for my eye to catch. "Go on then," he growled. "Fight back!"

I cried out when he forcibly grabbed onto my wrist, slamming my back into a nearby shelf. The cans in the duffle bag painfully pressed into my shoulder blades. I could feel my wrist snapping under the pressure of his grip. I struggled to free myself, writhing. Hot tears poured down my face as I begged and pleaded useless words of nothing. I had failed my friends…I was going to die.

The Thing let go of my wrist in disgust, instead choosing to press his forearm against my throat, crushing my windpipe. "And here I thought that I would finally have something interesting to prey on. Ugh, not that I really cared anyways. Blood is blood; I'll take whatever I can get, no matter how much your cowardess disgusts me. What ever happened to the pride of you humans? You used to be so arrogant. I miss that…"

"Oh well…" the Thing simpered. "I suppose that I'll stoop down to your level and be selfish. I won't be gentle with you. You see, I like to hear my prey beg for mercy. Nothing gives me the ultimate high like hearing the human beg for the life that they naively believe they are entitled to. Vampires run the world now; it's about time that you humans succumbed to this natural cycle and accept your extinction. It's time to evolve. The weak, like you, will be all be killed off and enslaved soon enough."

"I'm not the one who's weak," I wheezed, making sure to avoiding looking directly into his eyes. "It is you who rely on us humans to satisfy your selfish hunger. You are not entitled to my blood. You are not entitled to this world. You vampires are a disgrace that we humans will wipe out!"

The Thing's face contorted with rage. "You'll pay for saying that!" he snapped. "You dare speak to me as if you hold the power in this situation? Ha! I'll teach you what happens to those who disobey the laws of the NightTable."

The Thing hissed as he opened his mouth, sharp fangs protruding from his gums. "Any last words?" he mused.

"Bite me," I scoffed.

"Real clever," the Thing smirked. "You really showed me, pig. Now I must go home and cry to my master!"

The Thing bent over, using one hand to tilt up my chin. My neck was now fully exposed. The palms of his hand were cold; I was frozen to his touch.

"Let's see how much pain your sarcasm inflicts onto you," the Thing whispered to himself. "Shall I bite right into the artery? No, no. That will just ruin my clothes. Hmmmm…What to do, what to do…"

I closed my eyes, swallowing with a heavy heart. This was where I would die. I would never get to see my friends, no, my family again. My life would be robbed from me; I wouldn't know what it would feel like to grow up, to live without fear, to smile again. All of those rightful luxuries were taken away the moment that the vampires took over.

I could feel the Thing's breath on my neck. He was teasing out every last ounce of fear from me, and I was unwillingly letting him.

And then, the force on my neck disappeared. Wind blew in my ears as I opened my eyes, spotting another, much taller vampire pull back the shorter vampire from before. This new vampire was older, physically, with ear-length grey hair that was parted in the middle of his face and leering blue eyes.

Unlike his counter-part, he looked angelic for something that was capable of such monstrous destruction. His skin was pale, even for a vampire, gleaming in the moonlight to give him a false halo of innocence. He too was wearing casual attire, consisting of a black blouse and simple denim jeans. Even so, he carried off an aura of the supernatural. He was dangerous and he flouted his charisma about with what most humans would mistake to be a charming smile.

"Kitten," the older vampire purred. "I thought I told you that this one was mine?"

I simply stood there, backed into a corner against the medicine shelf.

"Tough shit, asshole," the younger vampire hissed. "I got to him first."

An intense stare down unfolded between the two vampires. The young vampire faltered under the deadly expression of his counterpart.

The older vampire tsked under his breath. "You will do well to remember that I am your master. Now move, I haven't fed in a long time. I do not care to be provoked when I am hungry."

"He's mine!" the younger hissed, his shoulders hunching in anger. He looked ready to pounce on the older one.

SLAM!

The younger vampire went flying halfway across the aisle as his master picked him up by the collar of the shirt, effortlessly flinging him into the air as if it were child's play. He crumpled against an adjacent shelf, bottles of medicine falling all around him.

"Stay," the older vampire leered, his voice mixed with the persuasive tone of glamour magic.

The younger vampire struggled, growling all the while, but due to the blood bond between him and his master, his head was forced down into a reluctant bow.

"Good boy," the older vampire mused.

"Now," the older vampire turned his gaze onto me. "For the dazzling finale~! Tell me human, what's your name? After I'm done here, I'll be sure to mark your grave…with your blood of course!"

It sure was odd to have my life threatened in such a cheerful manner. The smile on his face was wide enough to match that of the Cheshire cat. I dropped my duffle bag, ripping off my cross necklace to hold it up to the air. The reaction I received from the older vampire was not the one that I had been expecting.

The older vampire laughed. "Do you really think that you can harm me with that? My, my, the ignorance of you humans never fails to amuse me. Why would the token of a God that I don't believe in affect me? Such foolish logic!"

I dropped the cross, feeling my knees turn to jelly.

"That's right," the older Vampire cooed. "Accept and wallow in your defeat."

I let out a dry sob.

"Look at me, child."

My head snapped upwards to meet the gaze of the older vampire. It was then that I knew that I was a goner. Once I looked into his eyes, I would forever be his to command. Death was now my only viable option.

I reached into my pocket, intending to pull out the only weapon that I had left. I wouldn't let him kill me. I would do it myself. I pulled out the silver knife, only to have it ripped out of my hand by an invisible force. This vampire must have been strong if he had the power of telekinesis. Only the oldest of vampires possessed such a rare ability.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! We can't have you committing suicide on me, now can we? That would be no fun!" the older vampire pouted.

"Tell you what. I'm bored, and since I'm so gracious, I'll give you one last chance to escape from me," the older vampire rolled his hand about in a grand gesture as he talked.

"I've always liked a challenge. It's so inspiring, da?"

I remained silent.

"Run, little pig. Your life depends on it."

My feet moved on their own accord as I span around, sprinting out of the grocery store. Forget the food and medical supplies, I had my own life to worry about.

…

I blindly sprinted through the streets, panting and hacking up a storm. I couldn't lead those vampires back to the University. I refused to put my family in jeopardy. No, I'd just have to find somewhere else to stay for the night. A simple house wouldn't do. If I didn't own the house, nothing would stop the vampires from entering. I needed to find a place that was public, one that any person could claim for their own.

I had no choice but to risk going home in the daylight the next day, that is if I managed to survive the night. The werewolves weren't as fast as the vampires. If I was lucky, I could probably outrun them if I needed to.

Ironically enough, I stumbled across a church, the tall building looming over me. I tripped up the stone stairs of the entrance, pushing open the wooden doors. I fell to my knees, catching my breath. The room was dark and cold, unwelcoming and useless in comforting me. The only thing to light the room was the moonlight pouring in through the colour-stained glass windows.

When I had recovered from my fatigue, I walked over to the center aisle, rolling up the carpet. As expected, there was a secret cubby hidden underneath the wooden floor boards. I pulled out a sharpened stake, and several silver knives. My relief over this discovery didn't last very long, unfortunately.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The wooden doors of the church shuddered as something pounded their fists against it.

"Little pig! Little pig! Let me in!" the voice of the older vampire called out.

I cursed under my breath, only to freeze when an unfamiliar fog fell over my eyes.

"Come to me…"

I stood up against my will, walking over to the church's entrance in ridged, forced steps. I bit my lip, screaming in the hopes of stopping myself, but alas, nothing could be done. I was under the vampire's control; there wasn't anything that I could do to free myself from him.

"Drop your weapons…"

The stake that I had clasped in my hand fell to the ground.

With tears streaming down my face and cold blood running through my veins, I opened the front doors of the church. The older vampire grinned down at me, reaching out to touch the invisible barrier that separated us from each other.

"Invite me in…"

Viktor Nikiforov…a voice in my head spoke.

Much to my horror, my mouth opened, words that I despised saying forcefully escaping from my lips. "I, Yuuri Katsuki, invite and welcome you, Viktor Nikiforov into this church."

Viktor grinned, and it wasn't long before he had me pinned against the ground. His grey hair fell into his face as he licked his lips, shifting his position so that he was full on straddling me.

"The amount of hatred that you hold in your eyes is very much enticing to me. I shall make you my own. I will force you to admire me if I have to."

"Go to hell," I spat, glaring right into his glowing blue eyes.

Viktor opened his mouth, growing out his fangs for the purposes of intimidating me. "Silly human. I am already in hell. But soon you shall join me in my eternal misery."

Viktor tilted my chin to the side, his cool fingers contrastingly burning into my skin. He bent down and bit into my neck, the tension becoming unbearable.

I gasped out in pain.

"Shhhh," Viktor mumbled into my skin. I felt something wet lap against the puncture wounds in my neck. "This should make everything go much…smoother," he purred.

I revolted when my face flushed with the warmth of pleasure. Suddenly pain was replaced with inexplicable amounts of ecstasy. I grit my teeth, holding back a moan that rattled through my entire body. Everything felt hot and right, and yet everything was wrong. I didn't want this thing to make me feel like this. I hated him. I hated him for making me feel so unbelievably good.

Viktor moaned himself, running his tongue across my jawline. "Mmmmm," he hummed. "There is still much hatred in your eyes. I must do something more…to please you…to make you mine…"

I moaned when Viktor bit into my neck again, rubbing himself against my waistline. The friction was stifling, amazing…forbidden…and yet I still wanted more. I bucked up my waist to meet his, biting my lip until blood spilled down my chin; I was just that furious with myself. What I was doing was unacceptable. I was giving in to this monster and enjoying it.

Viktor pulled away from my neck, blood smeared all across the pale skin of the lower half of his face. He then bit down into his own wrist, holding it up to my mouth for me to drink. I turned my head to the side.

"I won't," I refused.

Viktor sighed. "Have it your way then. I was hoping to make this as easy for you as possible…"

Viktor placed his wrist up to my mouth, forcing my lips open with two slender fingers. I choked as his warm blood streamed down my throat. My body, without any warning went stiff. The blood was sweet, like nothing that I had ever tasted before. I need more. I craved it even as the very liquid was filling my veins with its ungodly strength.

I reached out, greedily grabbing onto his wrist. I looked up at him while I drank, burning him with a glare of pure and unequivocal hatred.

"Screw…y-you," I gasped as I continued to devour his blood without much a choice over the matter.

Viktor smiled, using his free hand to press an index finger against my temple. "Hush, my pet," he cooed. "It's time for you to go to sleep."

My limbs fell dead at my sides. I could feel my eyes closing, the last few moments of my life being spent with a despicable demon like him. Viktor's smug expression was the last thing that I saw before I died, my vision slipping into an empty void of darkness.

…

I stirred into consciousness, wincing as a sharp ringing filled my ears. My body twitched, my eyelids fluttering as I tried to gain my bearings. I then opened my eyes, immediately closing them when I was assaulted with a strange blurriness that stung.

I opened my eyes again, blinking, but not registering my surroundings. The last thing that I remembered was that I was in a church…That's right. I had both feeded and been fed on against my will. I grit my teeth in anger, sitting up, only to sway from the dizziness and unexpected quickness of this action.

With a frustrated grunt, I ripped off my glasses. I cried out at the brightness of the colours around me. The wood of the chapel benches gleamed, the moonlight bouncing off them, effectively blinding my sight. I stood up out of fright, moving at an impossible speed.

A cackle erupted behind me. I turned, my lips trembling with horror as I spotted Viktor standing before the center pedestal, his arms held open as if to embrace the empty air. The moonlight shone on his face, his eyes mad with euphoria.

"Welcome," he boomed with glee. "To the life of the dead!"

No…

No…

NO!

I stepped back, clumsily speeding into a bench behind me. The wood split in half from the sheer force of my agility.

My head fell into my knees, my throat aching with loud, shuddering sobs. I screamed, feeling a thirst so ravaging and maddening that I couldn't hope to control myself. I had lost all control…

No, I had lost my humanity.

Hello! :D This is my first attempt at writing something dark. If you're looking for something fluffy, I have a 16,000 word multi-chapter named "the Devil's AdVODKAte Cafe" You should check it out!

Thanks for reading~!