A/n: WARNING! HAJISAYA SMUT IN LATER CHAPTERS! I don't own Blood+.

0-Saya-0

The welts on my back throbbed. I fought the urge to hiss. They stung and swelled painfully. But as I thought of how I got them, I knew they were worth the pain.

My name is Saya Otonashi, I'm eighteen years old and a young Werewolf who's only seen one full moon.

Nine months ago, I was racing the leader of my pack. We were racing along the boundaries between Vampire and Werewolf land. I was trying to earn my place in the ranks. Desperately, I wanted to rise from my place at the back of the pack. So I took the path to cut my Alpha, Mao, off. I cut across Vampire territory and was captured by the Chevalier Coven leader himself, Amshel Goldsmith.

Now, I and over forty other Wolves are prisoners and servants to the Chevaliers. We lesser, unbroken captives sleep in the dank cells beneath the manor. We work out in keeping their garden and protecting them during the day, under the watchful eye of their Humans.

If we disobey or resist anything our superiors commands, we are beaten. If we run away, we are starved and tortured. If we strike any of the Chevalier, we are given to Karl, the insane Vampire who is a prisoner to his brothers without knowing it.

The nature of my species and the Vampires, combined with the horrible things they do to us should have made me hate them. I do. I hate them with all my being. I want to kill them all and leave the world for the more civilized beings.

But, there is one among the Vampires. One I cannot hate. Even if I despise his kind. Even if he is the one who must hold the whip to us

Haji.

He cares for us, despite he is forced to beat us; he makes sure we eat, he slips us bandages and sends down the doctor Solomon if we are critically injured. He wishes to set us all free and all he wants is to stop the fighting.

He is the most beautiful Vampire I have ever seen. He's pale like the rest, but tall and lean. Graceful and strong with noble and gentle facial features. Long black hair that always is tied away from his face. Intense blue yes. I could never hate him for anything. I could hate them, but never him.

I believe I'm addicted to the Vampire. I long to see Haji. For him to be close to me, to look at me. He haunts my dreams and plagues my thoughts. I yearn for him. I cannot - no matter how hard I try - sooth the burn for his touch. I want him. I'd do anything just to have him with me.

"Behave," his voice sends shivers down my spine. He knows I won't and well go through this again the day as soon as these welts stop hurting and heal.

I shudder, my sore backside throbbing in protest. His hand gently trails down my spine and a small moan escapes my lips. A moan is the only sound I admit to him when ever he comes to me. It's not one of pain, but of sadistic pleasure.

Haji turns his back to me, coiling and cracking the whip to the side before winding it around his wrist. He shuts the door and doesn't look back to discover I have fallen from position of supporting myself on the chair, to the floor. Sprawled out on my stomach. My short hair scattered over my eyes. Hands fists. Breathing heavy. Thighs wet...

I sighed. I craved Haji's beatings almost as much as I yearned for him.

I like hearing my cell creak open, him come in and tell me what I had done wrong and how many lashes I would get. To have him tell me to lean on the chair so he could hit my back. I like hearing him whip at the air before striking me. I enjoy the first sting of the blows. The way he tried not to hurt me -

And the bittersweet kiss of pain he gave when the lash licked me. I love to be punished by him.

I'm so messed up and masochistic. But as Mao and Diva would ask,

Who cares?

A/n: I warned you there was going to be smut. Yep lots and lots of smut in later chapters. I'll try my best to keep them in character. But when you imagine Saya, think of the colder Saya that she was after she ad Haji trained for a year.