Legend has it that Vampires who had not tasted blood in their entire life would suffer the most horrible death. They would one by one lose their most precious memories, and their consciousness, as their sense of living slowly evaporates. Their bodies would slowly dry up from hunger, suffering the most horrible and purest form of pain. Their wails will fill the night, rivaling the howls of the midnight wolves. And in their desperation, they would try to devour their own body, ending in one such tragic death.

To cure such vampire of such pain, only the blood of a pure blood vampire can bring them salvation. Such blood will bring life to their dying veins, and rejuvenate their bodies. And forever, they shall be the most faithful servants or lovers to such vampires. The only thing is, such race of vampire doesn't dare to blend in with the desperate kind such as these. And such Vampire would rather watch a dying vampire writhe in agony and pain, rather than offer their priced blood. After all, why would you let yourself be bitten and shed your precious blood for an insignificant creature?

Chapter 1: Moonless

On this moonless silent night, amidst the blanket of darkness that covered this night, bright lantern lights filled the silent road to a rejoicing Mansion. Carriages from faraway places, made their way to celebrate the return of the Master of the House and his precious daughter. Neither the cold chilling winds of winter or the moonless paths would hinder their way to this festivity.

One by one, the dark land around the mansion began to light up, as the carriages began filling up the lands, dropping of their precious cargo at the Mansion's lobby. Gowns of different silks and colors, dazzling beauties and gentlemen began filling the whole Mansion grounds as more people came in. Men of politics, ladies of nobilities, people of great importance began to litter the whole mansion, all thrilled about the arrival of the Master. And slowly, the chit chattering of the men and women began to stir up the creatures of the night as they wait for the great banquet stored in for the night.

A minute passed by and finally, the celebration has begun. The Master hasn't arrived yet, but they decided to start the festivity to calm down the crowd. And as the serenading hymn from the violin began, one by one, waltzing couple filled the grand ballroom, along with the cheers and laughter that echoed through out the walls.

Yet behind the remaining darkness, a man stood in eerie silence as he made his way to the lobby. Dressed in a fine coat of the deepest black, with the pure white lace from his shirt spilling at the ends of his sleeves, he blended in the crowd, dodging the queer eyes of men. Yet he wasn't that successful in dodging the fleeting eyes of the women. Perhaps his unconventional way of keeping his hair was really the factor as to why women flock around him. One of the servants kindly offered to take his coat off, and underneath the jet-black coat, was an immaculate white silk shirt, with it's first pair of buttons left open, revealing a manly chest of porcelain complexion.

One by one, the ladies dressed in their finest gowns and jewelry, began to swarm around him, discreetly scrutinizing his enigmatic persona. There were few who dared question him about his purpose, or whom was he waiting for or is he alone for the night. He smiled as one by one, random questions began to air around him. And as always, his alluring smile brought blushes and awe to the fair ladies, much to the chagrin of men. Although he didn't open a mouth of word, he still answered their questions by a simple nod or a smile. It was enough for the women to swoon their hearts out. And enough for the men to begin their verbal assault. But he didn't pay heed. He has his own agenda for this night. And this is a simple prelude

His emerald orbs glittered with silent malice as he cupped one fine lady's face and drew it near to his lips. He bestowed a rather aggressive kiss on his willing yet 'demure' lady that brought both chagrin and squeals from the men and ladies alike. As he ended his kiss as quick as it began, he pulled the blushing lady close to him again, this time, bestowing a kiss on the curve of her neck. This time, the men of the ball does not intend to let this rather vulgar action of this man ruin this fine night's celebration.

But the squeals turn to screams, as the lady in this man's arms began to limp as the fine trickle of blood began coursing down her fine neck.

"A Vampire!!"

In an instant, the once waltzing and dillydallying crowd turn into a crazy stampede, as the word 'Vampire' echoed through out the whole Mansion. The man, who just finished his fill from the woman, carelessly dropped her to the ground and grabbed another woman randomly from the panicking crowd. A man who happens to be his new victim's wife, tried to pry her off from his grasp, ended up with his head flying off midair, followed by a shower of crimson blood. And thus began a blood bath.

A victim found his arms twisted, till his bones snapped, and a spurt of blood followed as he ripped his victim's arms of in one swing. He found another prey, one of the flirting ladies, and with a smile, he snapped her head off. More shrieks filled his ears as he spotted another prey that was scampering away from him. With a quick step, he pulled the man's feet and thrust his arm to the back of his chest. A soft crack was heard and the man choked out blood. He spotted another, this time a young lass, dressed n he most provocative manner. Before sentencing her, he kissed her lips hard; bruising his victim's lips as he caressed her in parts she had never been touched. She gave a moan of pleasure as he plundered her mouth deeper and harder. And with a loud snap, he tore her gown apart, stripping her naked. She immediately broke the kiss off, but before she could even move away from him, he pierced her heart with his bare hand, killing her instantly. Another lady hell in his grasps, this time, he engaged her in a violent waltz, swinging her arms with such forces, that it literally tore her arms from their joints. He killed a few more, before he finally noticed his pure white shirt was now stained with blood. Lines of frustration traced his fine face, as his eyes began glowing in eerie emerald luminescence.

With a snap of his finger, a great dark mass of a flying creature appeared out of nowhere, and engulfed the whole panicking crowd in a split second. Silence settled within the walls for a brief second, only to be shattered into million pieces by the hundreds of souls screaming for dear life. The crunching and grinding of bones, the effervescent splashing and squirting of blood, and the sweet sound of gnawing of flesh.

He smiled as he watched the stains of flesh mark the polished walls and windows, rivers of blood streaming down the marble floors, and the corpse littered corridors. Just like how he wanted that man's welcoming party should be.

The man who had betrayed his precious mother's trust and sent her pure soul to hell with the chains of despair on her back. And just like what he had vowed to do on her grave, vengeance he will extract from this vile fiend, 10 folds greater to what his mother had felt.

Dragging a chair in a blood and corpse littered ballroom, he smiled maliciously with each bone he hears cracking. Until now, his dearest pet is still not done with the snack he gave to it. Positioning the chair in the flood of blood, surrounded by the mass of dismembered limbs and corpse. Like a devil king in his throne, he sat, with legs crossed, waiting patiently for the man named Uzumi Nara Athha.

Anxious thoughts had been running inside Lady Cagalli's mind for some time now. Now that she'll be reunited with her dearest father to whom she had been separated for quite some time now, a series of weird occurrences in her life has been plaguing her mind.

Lately, she has been suffering from this unquenchable thirst for something. She had tried drinking all kinds of liquid a human can drink, but still, her thirst cannot be satisfied. Not only that, whenever she feels this thirst, she could hear the throbbing of her heart in her head, giving her this immense headache. Also, she had gotten paler and weaker nowadays, especially in the morning and restless in the nighttime. Add the fact that there are times she doesn't feel hunger or that she hungers for something she couldn't describe. The daily food the servants had been giving her taste bland to her, no matter who or what they do to the food. She even tried eating in the most fancy, most famous restaurant she could find, but, still, all taste the same. Even if she tries to add more seasoning to it, her efforts always end up in vain.

She had given thought about it, and decided to keep it a secret, to everyone, except Manna, her dearest Nanny. It was her who told her, that it might help if she would discuss this matter with her father tonight.

But, the thought of discussing such disturbing things to her dear father seems impossible to compel. Afraid that her father might disown her, Manna assured her that such thoughts are the product of lack of sleep.

She sighed deeply as she watched her dear Nanny sleep. It has been hard for both of them, not having proper carriage to carry them home, due to the sudden decrease of horses. And this carriage was the best they could ever find.

Ah. Who cares?

As long as she can get to her destination, it doesn't matter. Just few more hours, and she'll be with her dearest father. And hopefully, he'll have the answer to her questions.

Uzumi Nara Athha wondered if the servants and his guests are planning to surprise him with their presents as his carriage drew close to the Mansion. It had been unusually quiet, yet, the carriages of his guests are around, and the lights in the ballroom hall are all turned on. He could see the fancy draperies from his distance, and it had started to give him chills when he remembered something he has to do this night.

That man's coming, and he has very pressing matters to discuss with him. As much as possible, in the presence of his dearest child, Cagalli.

Could it possible that this man had scared his guests away, or maybe something else have occurred. He prayed the Gods that his guesses are all wrong. He can't allow such mistakes, now that Cagalli's coming.

"Lord Uzumi, should I ring for the valet?" His manservant Miguel, inquired, as the usual punctual valet didn't came to welcome the Master of the House. Of all people!

"No, it's ok, but be cautious I fear there is something not right, and I wish to see everything's perfect for the Lady's arrival. Kisaka!"

A burly man with a mane of the deepest black cascading on his back in a strict tie, came down from the front of the carriage, and opened the door. "Yes Master?" He bowed low as soon as the master began to exit the carriage.

"I fear that there is something out of place in the mansion. I want you to stay here and wait for that man, or Cagalli. If that man arrives in first, you know what to do. If Cagalli comes in first, make her stay in her carriage and wait for that man. Then you explain everything that needs to be explained. And if you sense something has happened to me, keep Cagalli safe from any harm! That is something I want you to promise me!"

"But sir! I—"

"No Kisaka, I am old, and I have done so much in this life of mine. It doesn't matter if I die tonight. But Cagalli, she has so much to live and to learn. Especially, now, that man has finally came, there are things that she needs to be enlightened of, and that responsibility I am entrusting to you. You understand?" He smiled as he saw the glimmer of persistence in his butler's eyes. In truth, he still doesn't want to die tonight, not tomorrow, not the nest day after. He wants to see his dear daughter and to be the one to break the news to her. But, it can't be helped. Now that his sins have come to reap what he sowed.

"Kisaka! Don't worry! I'll accompany Master Uzumi, and I swear over my dead body I wont let any harm fall on the Master. So, lessen your worries." The young man gleamed with pure courage despite his shaking knees.

"Did you hear that Kisaka? So do not worry about me. Just make sure my wishes are met? Yes?" The Old man smiled, as his butler remained stiff as a tree, avoiding his eyes. He knew well enough how faithful his butler had been to him, even in the fangs of death, Kisaka had been there, willing to risk his life for him. That's why he places his greatest treasure in the care of this man.

"We'll be going then." He caught a glimpse of his faithful servant as the door closed. Even now that he's not standing by his side, he still kept his head bowed.

It has been such a great honor to have met you Kisaka…

And his greatest fear came to life, as the stench of spilled blood, and the sight of scattered limbs greeted them. Miguel couldn't help himself but vomit, as more and more corpse and limbs welcomed them. The walls of the hallways, once of pure gray marble, are now stained with sprays of blood and pieces of flesh. Bloody palm prints designed the once clear windows of the Estate. And those are nothing to what they awaited them in the Ballroom Hall.

A huge mass of blood black object hovered the ceiling, and below this thing, was a pile of disemboweled corpses, surrounding a young man sitting in a chair. On his feet were dismembered heads, intestines, and what seemed to be chunks of blood tinged flesh. Blood flooded the once polished floors. Even the once elegant pieces of draperies that adorned the vast windows were not spared from this blood bath.

A smiled of pure evil formed on the young man's face. A smile mixed with feigned innocence and malice. "Ah, Uzumi, did you like it? I mean the decorations; I especially made them for you. It took me quite sometime, and I was really worried that it might not be to your liking. So, how was it?"

"You demon! How—" Miguel's words were silenced by Uzumi's glare. Never has he seen his master like this, since he retired from Vampire Hunting.

"So it was you. How long has it been since our paths last crossed?"

"So you still remember me, that's nice, I thought you'd be all bewildered and crazy, accusing me of this and that."

"Yes, I still remember you, and I do know your reason for your presence here."

"Hmmm? That's good then, so then, you won't mind if I take away the remaining hindrance?" He smiled, as he snapped his fingers, waiting for his dearest guest's reaction.

"Hindrance?" Uzumi's eyes glowed, as he heard the loud cracking sound from his back. As he turned his back to face Miguel, blood spurted on his face, as the great black mass hovering above him, stood in place of Miguel. With that he knew what has befallen Miguel, and he could do nothing about that, but pray for his soul. And his.

"Now –' before he could even finish his line, Uzumi lunged at him, with a drawn sword. "You bastard! He has nothing to do with this, nor the people you just slaughtered!" The merciless vampire slayer has returned within Uzumi, as he effortlessly swung the sword towards Athrun.

"My, My, so you still kept that sword with you?" Athrun smiled maliciously as he evaded the blade, and tried to grab him. Uzumi swiftly avoided Athrun's quick attack, and swung his blade again, this time aiming at his neck. Athrun saw this coming, and with his favorite smile, he stretched his fingers, and bashed Uzumi straight in the face. He flipped face down, losing his sword in the process. And before he could react to his trauma, he received another blow, this time, Athrun's claws, sinking deep into the flesh of his back. He coughed blood, as his opponent's claw dove deeper into his flesh. Struggling against the pain, he managed to stand up. He forcefully lift Uzumi's face to face him, but the awkward position proved it impossible. Surely, he does not want to kill this man that easy.

"Do you remember, 10 years ago, what you did to my mother?"

"…" You don't need to remind me…I still remember it very clearly.

"You betrayed her trust, and drove a stake on her most fragile heart." His claws dug deeper in his victim's flesh, until it reached it's beating core. He felt his victim twitch, as his claws gently caressed his core. Even with Uzumi's back facing him, he could sense the fear of death from him. So much that he could taste it. So much.

"Any final words, Old Man?" Will you beg for your life?

"If you take my life now, do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"What if I say no?"

"Lenore…forgave me for my sins…why cant...you?"

"…" His eyes glowed bright emerald orbs as his claws closed in on Uzumi's heart. Seconds turned to hours, as he waits for Uzumi to beg for his life. But…

"Lenore…" that was the last word that came out of Uzumi Nara's mouth as his claw squeezed out the life from Uzumi's heart. And it was this scene; Kira Yamato and Kisaka witnessed a great soul's end.

With out thinking twice, Kira Yamato leaped great heights toward the blood soaked Vampire, with claws ready to kill. Purple eyes aglow, with the pure intent to kill, he lunged towards Athrun, who seemed frozen in his tracks.

"Ah, so the overthrown Prince is here eh?" He swung the dead body of Uzumi towards Kira, followed by a orb of light. Too late to evade, Kira received both the corpse, and the blow, throwing him off towards the opposite wall.

"Lord Yamato!!" Kisaka came running towards him, still in denial of what has just happened in this once lively mansion. The death of hundreds, and the murder of his master. So much in just one night.

"I'm fine. Where's that man?" He wiped off the crimson stains of his face, as he lifted the dead body of Uzumi off him. Now that this man's dead, where can he get the answers to his questions now? That Man, Zala, he'll pay for this crime. He doesn't care about the debauched humans he killed in this mansion, but killing Nara, it's a sin he cant forgive…

"Lord Yamato, if you wish, I will go and pursue that vile fiend!"

"No, Kisaka, it is best you remain here and wait for this lady's arrival. That way, we can clear the matters properly. " He stood up, cradling the corpse in his arms as he made his way out of this blood soaked ball. Now that this inevitable crisis had occurred, it is best that they prioritize matters that are of much importance rather than what are of none.

Since the mansion had suffered so much trauma, it is best if they should just burn it down, and erect some memorial or whatever humans do for their dead. As for Uzumi, he deserves something better, some thing for such a great soul like this. He deserve---

"You bastard!! What have you done to my Father!!!"? Out of nowhere, a young lady with the most silken mane of golden sun came charging towards him, with the unmistakable glowing of the purest Amber eyes.

"Cagalli?"

Much Thanks to Shuide for the beta reading, help with the title; and to Night Midst for some beta reading too..

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