Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers, they are owned by Rejet. I only own my own OCs. Seriously, I don't want to get sued. To be honest if I did own Diabolik Lovers I would have Yui grow a pair and kick ass, but that's just me. By the way, I am still going to be working on my other story "Diabolik Lovers: Justine." I just happened to come up with the idea for this story and wanted to write it. Anyway, enjoy!

Diabolik Lovers: The Elm Witch

Prologue

To say that Yui was nervous would most definitely be an understatement. To be fair, she was going far away from home to stay with relatives she had never even heard of while her father was away on business. She was trying to put on a brave and optimistic face, but inside she was a nervous mess. She wished that she had at least met these "relatives" of hers beforehand, then she would know what they were like.

It was strange, though. If her father trusted these people enough to let them take care of his only daughter while he was away, then why had he never even mentioned them before? She knew that her father's parents had both passed on, and her own mother had died when she was just an infant, so her father told her. A distant cousin maybe, or perhaps an aunt or uncle that Seiji Komori just never got around to introducing her to?

Sitting in the car being driven to her new home, Yui clutched the silver crucifix she almost always wore around her neck. She just had to have faith. God would see her through this, no matter what.

Wanting to break the feeling of tension, Yui attempted to engage in conversation with the driver.

"Um, so how long have you been a chauffeur?" she asked him weakly, hoping that some interaction with another person would make this car ride go by faster. However, while she did not expect him to turn back and look at her (he had to focus on driving, after all), he said absolutely nothing, not even make any sort of acknowledgement that he had heard her. This made Yui's face go slightly red with embarrassment, thinking that she had done or said something to make him displeased with her. Her efforts at conversation had only made the atmosphere in the car even more tense than before, effectively ensuring that the drive would be slow, silent, and awkward.

"I-I'm sorry…" she apologized, really only because she felt that she had to for whatever she had done to make him upset with her. Her father had raised her to always be polite and courteous, and whenever she did something wrong she must atone in anyway. This usually meant an apology, since Yui almost never got into any sort of trouble. Her father always said that God had blessed him with such a well-behaved child, and she liked to live up to that image. However, she was pulled from her musings when that driver spoke for the first time since she got into the car.

"What the hell…?"

Yui, curious about the driver suddenly gaining the ability to verbally communicate, rolled down the car window and took a peek out onto the road.

It was what looked to be a person just standing in the middle of the road, still as a statue. The strange figure was about was about 25 meters away from the car, too far away to make out any distinguishable facial features. However, the way the mystery person was shaped made it look like they were wearing either a dress or a very long skirt, so Yui came to the conclusion that they were female.

She only stared at them for about 20 seconds before she could see them move and slowly make their way over to the car, which made more of the person visible to Yui. She was right about the figure being a woman; a girl, really. She could not be any older than Yui herself, and looked to be only slightly taller than her as well. Her hair was light brown, long, and stringy, hinting at the possibility that she did not regularly brush it. She certainly did not out as much effort into maintaining it as Yui, since it was so long that it reached all the way down her back. She wore a long, faded green dress with a brown cotton cardigan overtop. Slung along her shoulder was a worn, leather duffle bag. The strangest thing about this girl, however, was the fact that she was not wearing any shoes. She was completely barefoot, with dirt covering her feet.

It was eerie. Yui did not know why, but something about the girl felt almost otherworldly as she stalked towards them, giving off a creepy, sinister vibe. She was visibly unkempt, what with her messy hair, old looking clothing, and bare feet. She reminded Yui of the people that would come in from the streets to her father's church in search of food or a place to sleep for the night, though they did not give off creepy vibes like she did. Yui could not place her finger on any specific reason, but she just seemed scary.

The driver let out a frustrated grunt when the girl came closer walked closer to the car, getting out to confront her.

"Hey! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Don't stand in the middle of the road!" he yelled at her, strutting towards her. However, even when he caught up to her she continued to walk to the car, ignoring the angry man completely. A shiver went down Yui's spine as she began to get nervous. The girl was clearly not interested in the driver's complaints about her endangering them all, nor did she even take note of his presence. The girl looked straight ahead as she got closer and closer to the car, now making eye contact with Yui. Her eyes were hazel in colour, dull and doll-like. They made Yui visibly shutter, feeling as though she were staring directly into her soul. She never broke eye contact as she finally got to the front of the vehicle and walked towards Yui's passenger window.

Internally panicking, Yui rolled her window back up before the creepy young girl could get to her. When she did, she just stood there, looking at Yui with her lifeless, yet somehow still piercing hazel eyes. She could see the driver stomping over to them in her peripheral vision, no longer looking irritated but outright angry.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing? Get away from there!" he yelled. In an instant, the girl finally broke eye contact with Yui and snapped her head towards him, her eerie eyes falling on him. They seemed to have the same effect on him as they did on Yui as he flinched at her gaze, but still tried to put on a brave face. He was not going to let some creepy bitch stop from delivering the bride to them.

The girl pulled away from the car window and began to walk over to him, still not breaking eyes contact even to blink. The driver unconsciously took a step back, just wanting this creep to get away from him. Then, when she was about 2 meters away from him, she finally spoke.

"… You are delivering this girl to her death… You know that right?" her voice was flat and somewhat gravelly, indicating that she most likely did not speak very often. While her voice was not unpleasant to listen to, it also carried an air of unease, make both Yui and the driver now visibly uncomfortable.

"How did you… W-What are you talking about?" he stuttered out, still trying to process the strange situation he now found himself in. Yui, having rolled her window once again to hear the exchange, felt both fear and confusion. What did she mean he was "driving her to her death?" Was he planning on hurting her or something? Her father had spent a large portion of her early childhood telling her about stranger danger, warning her not to get into cars or walk away with people she did not know. But when she arrived at the bus stop, the driver knew her by name and where she was going, plus she had been told someone would transport her to wherever she would be staying for the next few months. Once again, Yui could feel a little voice in her head saying that this whole "staying with her mysterious relatives" thing was a bad idea from the start.

"Do not try and fool me. I know all about your job, and I know what will happen to this girl when you drop her off at their doorstep…" the girl spoke again, this time her voice sounding a bit firmer with a sliver of distaste. Yui, finally having decided to open the door and step out of the car, looked to the driver for his response. His face was now twisted into a snarl, bristling with anger.

"What do you care? I'm just doing what they pay me to do, it's a job! Why should I care what happens to them?" he retorted, his voice brimming with a sense of self-righteousness.

"… So you feel no guilt for handing countless young girls over to them, as though they were lambs for the slaughter?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing at his face.

"Of course not! I'm not the one who keeps killing them, they are! I've done nothing wrong!" he defended himself, causing Yui to shrink back in shock. This man was knowingly sending her to a place where she would die? How did this happen? Did her father know? No, of course he couldn't have! Her father loved her; he would never purposefully put her in danger.

"W-What's going on? I need to talk to my father!" Yui cried, unconsciously looking to the girl who she had been afraid of not even a minute ago for help. The driver, as if suddenly remembering that Yui was a person who existed, turned his head to her as his eyes widened in realization at him mistake. The sacrificial brides were never supposed to learn where they were really going before they arrived, damn it!

Marching over to Yui and grabbing her forearm tightly, he began to drag her back to the car with the intention of forcing her into the backseat.

"No! Let me go! I need to talk to my father!" Yui protested, trying her best to pull herself away from the incensed driver. However, due to the fact that she had never been particularly strong, her efforts proved useless as she could not fight against his tight grip.

"Damn it! Get in, you stupid bitch! I have to get you there before sundown!" he yelled as he continued to tug on Yui's arm, making her wince in pain. However, all movement ceased when they both saw a hand with longer than usual fingernails wrap itself around the driver's own forearm. Yui and the driver turned to see the girl, who was now standing right by them with a death grip on his arm and staring at him with a bone chilling glare. As he looked down, he could see the skin on his arm beginning to turn black in colour around the area she was holding onto.

After a moment passed, the man flinched when the now marked arm that the girl was holding onto was overcome by a horrible itching, which almost gave him the feeling his arm was on fire. Releasing Yui from his grip, he pulled his forearm away from the girl as he stumbled back in pain, his shell shocked mind trying to process what was causing the sudden, unbearable ache. His took it into his other hand and examined it for a few seconds before his blood ran cold when he spotted what was wrong.

He could clearly see that the skin on his arm was moving and shifting, unsightly bulges scurrying around inside his flesh. Disgusted and horrified, the driver let out a scream as he began to scratch at his arm in an effort to dig out whatever was inside of his body. Yui, now no longer holding the man's attention, took two steps away from him in fear and revulsion. She could see something writhing beneath his skin, and it disgusted her just as much as it frightened him. She turned to the girl to see her reaction, only to see that her face was still expressionless, though her glare had now become much more sinister. The hand that she had used to grip the driver's arm was now resting nonchalantly at her side, her fingers curling and uncurling into a weak fist.

The man's screaming became wracked with pain as his fingernails broke through the skin, red blood gushing out of the open wound. One of the bulges was released from underneath his flesh, landing on the road with a loud, wet plop. Looking down, Yui almost threw up when she saw that the bugle had actually been a large, black cockroach, still very much alive and writhing on the ground covered in the driver's blood. He noticed it as well, his screams becoming more and more shrill as more of the unsightly insects began to crawl out from underneath his skin and land on the ground below. As if coming to the conclusion that the nameless girl had somehow caused his arm to suddenly become infested with roaches, he turned to her with a look that both cursed her for doing this to him and begged her desperately to make it stop.

"What the hell did you do to me?! Whaaa…" his anguished screams were cut short by him suddenly gagging on what at first appeared to be nothing. As he continued to wretch, he actually shed a tear when he regurgitated yet another cockroach, followed by another, and another. The insects were covered in a thick, black bile that oozed out of his mouth and congealed into a puddle on the ground.

Now no longer able to speak or even breathe, the man pathetically stumbled towards the girl, holding out his arm that still bled blood and roaches to her as a cry for help. His silent plea fell on deaf ears, however, as the girl simply glared down at him as he fell to the ground, his body convulsing violently as more of the insects began to burst out from his other arm, worming their way out of his body. Yui couldn't even scream, her entire body being paralyzed with fear as the driver became little more than a polluted meat sack for the cockroaches to emerge from as the light finally faded from his tear stained eyes.

Feeling her legs go weak, she fell on her knees to the ground as she watched the last of the repulsive insects leave the driver's defiled, rapidly decaying corpse and scurry off into the woods that surrounded the road. Feeling tears run down her face, she tried to tell her body to move, to run away from the horrific scene, but it would not respond, staying put and effectively trapping her on the road with a frightening girl who somehow made dozens of large, black cockroaches erupt from a person's body.

Yui could feel her heart stop when the girl turned to look directly at her, emotionless hazel eyes burrowing into her very soul. When she began to walk towards her, she tried to get up and run away only for her lose balance and fall onto her bottom. Desperate, she began to slide painfully against the gravel as she tried to crawl away. With fat, wet tears rolling down her face, she weakly pleaded for her life,

"N-No… Please don't… Please…" Her whimpers fell upon deaf ears as the girl continued to make her way towards Yui. When she got close enough, she knelt down to her eye level and continued to stare into Yui's pink orbs with her hazel ones. Not saying a word, she reached into her cardigan's pocket and pulled something out. Yui, not wanting to know what exactly would be used to end her life in the most horrific way imaginable, closed her eyes and turned her head away from the girl.

When she felt nothing happen, however, she reluctantly opened her eyes to see the girl's outstretched hand, with a small, folded piece of paper resting in her palm. Seeing that Yui would not be moving on her own, she took hold of her hand with her remaining free one, eliciting a scream from the terrified girl from the sudden physical contact. Wrenching Yui's hand towards her, the girl put the paper into her open palm before letting go of her.

Now holding the mysterious piece of paper, the rattled Catholic girl looked down at her hands in panic, fearing the same black mark that appeared on the driver's arm would appear on her as well, which would lead to a similar gruesome death. However, she saw that her hands were completely clean, not a trace of darkened skin to be found. No writhing lumps underneath her skin either, thank God…

Daring to look away from the girl kneeling in front of her, Yui unfolded the paper in her hand to find what looked like the address of the bus station she had gotten into the car from and a phone number jotted down. Yui felt her heart fill with both relief and confusion as she recognized the handwriting on the note as her fathers. She looked up at the girl for answers, her fear beginning to melt away. She involuntarily flinched as the girl spoke again in her flat, gravelly voice.

"It should be about a thirty-minute walk from here to the address on the paper. When you get there, call the number on the note. Your father will answer, and arrive to pick you up from there." The girl spoke plainly, once again with no emotion showing on her face. Yui, not really knowing how to react from the emotional whiplash she was suffering from, obediently nodded her head in confirmation. Seeing this, the girl reached once again into her cardigan pocket and retrieved a small, black cellphone. She placed it firmly in Yui's hand before speaking again.

"Use this cellphone to call him; you will have no need for yours' anymore." Saying this, she once again reached into her pocket only to pull out Yui's pink flip phone. Shocked at this, she patted the pockets of her shorts only to find empty space where her phone should have been. How on earth did she…?

Yui's thoughts were interrupted when the girl nonchalantly crushed the cellphone in her hand, reducing it to useless, broken pieces of plastic and wiring. She felt the urge to protest, but in light of what had just occurred in front of her, she decided against doing so.

Grabbing onto Yui's arm, the girl dragged them both up to their feet, Yui wobbling slightly as she stood up, what with her legs feeling like jello. Holding onto the note and the phone, she looked to the creepy girl who simply pointed towards the path she had been driven from and simply said,

"Go."

Yui did not need to be told twice, running as fast as she could down the road to the bus station, eager to call her father and get some answers as to what had just happened. When the girl could no longer see her, she walked to the forgotten car to open the trunk. Inside, she found Yui's beige suitcase, which she proceeded to open and search through. Finding an old student ID card that had most likely been packed by mistake, she looked down at the name on display.

Komori Yui.

'Well then,' the girl thought to herself, 'I suppose I am now Komori Yui. At least until he holds up his end of the bargain, of course…'

Putting the ID card back into the suitcase, the girl who would now be known as "Yui" walked away from the car, grabbed her duffle bag she had left on the ground near the driver's body, and walked off in the direction the car was going. She could see the sky darken as ominous storm clouds began to cover the sky, thunder roaring in the far distance.

Finally, she thought, she had something interesting to do…

Well, there's the prologue. I hope you like it.