Hello, my lovelies! I am simply INFATUATED with Hannah and Alois! so here you go, dears! There may be some mistakes, so bear with me... things have been pretty whacked out lately...

WARNING! There may or may not be a little bit of self-harm in this.

~Nina

I wish I lived in a perfect world… then I believe I wouldn't be able to exist. But that would be fine with me. I see rain hit on the window… my master hates these days. They always remind him of Luka. It pains me because they remind me of him as well… I'm not sure why, but they do. I held in a tear, there wasn't much to do in the manor while Claude was out dealing with some things along with the boys and I was left to care for the young master.

I remember I had told Luka I would meet him again and that I would bring him something he loved very much. I'm still waiting for that day.

I walked by my master's room, in his hand was a small knife and there were little cuts on his arms. I ran in. "Master, what are you doing?!" I yelled, trying to take the blade from his hands. "NO! Let me go!" he screamed, cutting at me with the blade. I somehow managed to turn him around and hold him tightly. He relaxed.

I sat him down on his bed and sat beside him, he began to cry. I sat there speechless, I did not know what to do… he never calms down that easily with me, he usually only composes himself when Claude is around.

"I… I will be back with things to heal the cuts with, master…" I began getting up. He took my arm with his bloody hand. "No." he whispered. "Stay." He ordered. I blushed and sat down again.

We sat in silence. "Hannah…" he cut through the emptiness. "Y-yes, my lord?" I said silently. "As a demon should you not be craving my blood? Does this not please you?" he muttered. He did his best not to look at me. He instead took his bloody arm and licked it. "Do you not like seeing me in such pain?" he muttered once more. "No." I gave him a straight answer. I know how much he hates when Claude answers in riddles. I hear him let out a harsh breath. "You're just saying that." His voice was much angrier than before. "I am not."

"Yes you are!"

"Master, I am not."

"Then why do you look away from me?! Why do you avoid looking at me?! It's because if you take even one glance you'll go mad with hunger, isn't it?!" I looked at him, tears overflowing my eyes. "No. I just do not wish you see me cry."

His look of anger turned into a look of shock. I set a hand to his wounded belly. "I do not wish you see these tears. I do not wish you being hurt. I only want your safety." His eyes were wide. "I love you, master." I smiled.

He stared at me for a little then shook his head. "G-get out…" he muttered. I was extremely confused. "GET OUT!" he yelled, slapping me with his bloody hand. I ran out.

After washing my face I walked back to his room. I heard him grunting and sighing. I could sense he was crying as well. I let tears run down my face again. This cannot drag on much longer. I need to have him by my side once and for all!

This is not fair to him. He does not deserve this.

"Hannah" I hear Claude say silently. "Yes?" I ask. "What are you doing?"

"The young master is doing something he shouldn't…" I turn over to him. "I believe you will have a fun night, Claude Faustus." And walk away. I know how he's going to use this human's body and emotions tonight. The young master has a way of using his pain to make his demon feel like an angel in heaven.