Hullo readers, been a while huh? Hehe. I know I'm supposed to work on my other stories, but this one was too tempting to not write. This take place in an AU universe. I hope you enjoy! Remember to drop a review! Or two… XD
-Pawn-
Sawara Town, Japan.
Far, far away in Japan, there was a small trading village near a river. The Sawara Town was a transport hub for the capital, deporting supplements of high-quality rice. This town was among the oldest villages in Japan, founding in the Great Edo Era, the village was a good source of economy. Most of the vehicles was produced and built in the Sawarian owned factories in a downtown mining town. While it wasn't the best of the best, it did the work almost perfectly.
It was small compared to other nearby towns but it was thriving with the merchants and trade ships, and the village was often busy, almost never silent with expectations for the very late nights.
Sawara Town was dominated by the three main families that had founded the very village all of those years ago. The Goya Clan, the Ishimoto Clan, and lastly the Akasutsumi Clan. But this tale is not about a strong and firm warrior, but a young red-haired slave girl in the Akasutsumi Clan.
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"Slave! Get up!" The girl groaned from the floor, her crimson hair was tangled and dirty from the floor. She opened her foggy pink eyes that she was often ridiculed by the maids for. The tiny slave quickly got up before the headmaid had her whipped again. After putting away her thin and dirty blanket, the red-headed girl entered the kitchen for her chores. She hoped that her tardy won't be noticed by the headmaid.
"Now remember slaves, we have guests from the merchant family, so the service and food must be top-notch. Understand? Go!" The servants quickly scattered like mice to cheese as they went to cook and to prepare for the upcoming breakfast. The red-haired wasn't able to sneak her way to finish her work quietly before the headmaid called her.
"You! Come here." The large woman ordered, her brown eyes sharp and held a tiredness in them. The girl walked to the headmaid, her head down. "How old are you?"
"Almost sixteen."
"What was that?"
"Almost sixteen Mistress Doi."
"Your name?"
"M-Momoko." The red-haired replied and added hurriedly. "Mistress Doi."
"Momoko, one more tardiness, and you will be whipped. Got that?" Momoko nodded. "Now go slave!" The mistress ordered.
"Yes Mistress Doi!" Momoko bowed before quickly returning to her chores.
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Balancing the food on the tray that she was holding with both hands, Momoko walked into the grand dining room. A chandelier decorated the ceiling, its bright lights reached every nooks and crannies in the room, and the room was decorated in the colors of the Akasutsumi Clan, blue and gold. Hastily making her way to the guests, the Shirogane family. A family of four but only two was present, the mother and the youngest daughter, Himeko Shirogane.
Kneeling down so she could give the guests their meal, eggs with meat jerky from a beast that she didn't know the name of, and some toasted bread. She was just returning to the kitchen when the heiress grab control of her wrist, Momoko gasped not expecting for the sudden contact. She looked at the heiress, a busty, buxom lady with large frizzly brown hair, and she swore that her pupils was shaped as a star.
"I don't want this, I want a salad." Himeko said. "Well? Go slave!" Momoko bowed down and left the room quicker than a mouse getting the cheese.
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It wasn't until sunset that her work was done, Momoko sighed as she laid on her 'bed', her chores involved clean the hallways, cleaning the dining room after breakfast, clean the Akasutsumi Mistress's room, clean the hallways again, help cook for afternoon meal, help pick the tea leaves, boil the leaves for the evening tea, and clean up after the tea time. That was the typical daily life of orphan Momoko's life. When she retired for the night at the slave's quarters, she usually shared with three other slaves, Kuriko who she loved as a sister, Hana and Ana. Her bed was the floor and a second-handed blanket with air for pillow. Regardless of her lowly life, she was happy serving the Akasutsumi Clan otherwise she might had ended up in an alley dead a long time ago.
But Momoko wished that she was part of something bigger, little did she knew, her wish would be granted.
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Outside of the Akasutsumi compounds, shadow figures quickly made their way under the bushes, hiding out of view. Two pairs of red eyes scanned their surrounding before breaking in the gates of the compound.
"My Prince, I know this is supposed to be your first hunt but your father insisted for me to come with you." The taller man told his pair. His pair, however, responded with a scowl on his handsome features that suited his red hair and matching red eyes.
"I believe that my father has no say in what is supposed my first solo, now go, you know this isn't my first kill. I can do this alone." The red-haired replied. The taller man hesitated before sighing, nodding.
"My Prince, I will back out now if that is what you wish." The man bowed before sneaking back outside of the gates where he stand in wait for his prince. The red-haired prince quickly hid in the darkness where his crimson hair won't give him away to the guards. He found an open window that led to the kitchen. Jumping on the wooden floor silently, he walked within the shadows, his open red eyes bright in the darkness, his sharp ears open to any noise.
Walking silently to a grand doors and opening them with no noise, the prince entered the room grinning, his sharp fangs gleamed in the moonlight.
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Momoko woke up with a gasp. She checked if she had woken any of her sleeping roommates, but felt relief when they was sleeping safe and soundly.
That feeling just now… Momoko put a hand on her racing heart, feeling it beat against her hand. She glanced out of the window to stare at the main compound. Something was amiss, she could feel it. With newfound determination she didn't know she had, she stood up from her bed and left the slave quarters to where the main quarters was, mindful of the sleepy guards.
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Licking his blood stained lips as he heard the Akasutsumi Head's heartbeat slowing to a stop because his body just simply didn't have enough blood to keep the body running and alive. Seeing that he had finished his job, he ran a hand over where he had sucked the blood out of, and the bite marks vanished. He was relaxed and had let his guard down as he felt the blood rush through his body, giving his body the high feeling. He wasn't expecting to hear a gasp from the doors, snapping his head toward the noise he saw a slave girl standing there with the doors open. Her pink eyes, a rare color he noted, was wide and almost emotionlessly, her hand was over her mouth, she was trying to get through her shock of seeing the dead man. A shriek made through her throat, but before she shrieked for help, the prince had his hands over her mouth, stiffing any noise. But it was too late, he heard more footsteps heading where he was with the girl.
With a snarl, he knocked the girl unconscious and heaved her over his shoulder as he jumped out of the window in the master room just in time as people entered the room. Hearing their cries, he sped up to outside the gates where his servant was. His servant stared at him with a confused frown but he followed the red-haired prince into the shadows, out of sight.
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"What is this?" The King roared, his furious red eyes staring at the small unconscious slave. "She's a human. Execute her."
"Yes Father." The Prince said.
"And next time, when I say you go solo, you go solo. If I say you go with others, you go with others. Understand boy?" His father said.
"Yes Father." The Prince bowed and took the slave girl out of the throne room.
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Upon entering one of the many rooms in the palace, the Prince laid the slave's body on the hard, cold stone floor. She was very thin and pale, her red hair dull and dirty. He sighed and leaned to her level where he hovered above just between the collarbone and the neck where the most blood usually reside. The Prince then bit her, drinking her blood, it was a strange combination of spice and something sweet. He was surprised that her body seemed to be mostly healthy since she clearly had no nutrition attention when growing up. Her pale and thin body was such examples of lack of nutrition. When he felt that he had taken enough blood for her body to shut down, he withdrawn from her body and left the room to call some servants to clean the mess. Just before he left, the Prince looked back to her body, he sighed and processed on his way.
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Black. That was all she saw. And a heavy feeling was gnawing inside of her stomach and throat, and her body felt like it was on fire all over. Momoko felt her body in a swaying motion as if she was being carried. She tried to open her eyes but it was almost as if they were glued shut. The burning in her stomach and throat seemed to only increase more the longer she was stuck in the unending blackness coma. Scents soon invalided her nose, it was too much, she could smell the freshly cut roses and the cleaning chemicals that had been applied to the floor some time ago, and the scent of blood. Blood, now it was the only thing her mind was repeating as she focused where the scent came from. Her head went wild as she smelt the blood everywhere, her blood on herself, one of the maids had a large supply inside of her body.
And now it was too loud. She felt the larger servants carrying her, she didn't have to focus her hearing, and she could hear them without trying. 'Poor girl', 'I heard that the King ordered for her to be immediately executed…', 'Apparently the Prince found her on his hunt, the one that he was supposed to go solo…' What King? Are they talking about me? What hunt? Momoko wanted to scream, but she couldn't, her mouth was motionless as the servants carried her to the disposal room.
Momoko felt her fingers twitch as she tried to find that something her hunger was yearning for. Blood. I want blood. The scent was a lingering siren as she tried to move so she could reach, so her hunger would stop.
'Hey, is she moving?', 'No Arya, you're just imaging thing. I think it must be the stress.', 'Oh okay…' She clenched her fist, her hunger pangs was much, much worse than before, all of the servants was human, and their blood rich and delicious. 'Holy shit, she moved! I saw her!', 'What in the world?'
Her vermillion colored eyes snapped open.
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It hurt everywhere. That was her first thought before she moved her body to try and ease her pain, what she didn't expected to feel something soft over her body and under her head. Momoko blinked her eyes open, her eyes widening as she looked at the gorgeous silver and crimson themed room. The soft thing was a beautiful red silk blankets paired with feather stuffed pillow.
"What?" She muttered sleepily rubbing her eyes, this must be a dream.
"I'm afraid not, Miss." Momoko squeaked, she hadn't see the man entering her room. He was tall and thin, dressed in doctor's clothing. He had almost poofy black hair and soft black eyes. He smiled. "Hello Miss. I'm Dr. Utonium, how are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, where am I?" She asked.
"At the palace. Miss. Now please open your mouth." He ordered. Momoko frowned but opened her mouth. The man poked the front teeth where a throbbing pain was, he seemed to be satisfied with his discovery and took some notes on his papers.
"W-What happened? Why am I here?" The man stopped writing and stared at her, and then sighed.
"Look like I'll have to explain. Alright. Answer me this Miss. Do you remember anything last night?"
"Uh…" Momoko squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember but her headache were just too much and she moaned, shaking her head. The man swallowed heavily and sighed again.
"Well uh," He stammered, trying to figure to explain. "You see, um, er…" But the man was saved by the sound of the doors opening. Dr. Utonium got up from where he was sitting and bowed. "Prince Brick." The Prince stood in the door, his piercing crimson eyes was targeted on where Momoko was lying on the bed, Momoko gulped feeling intimated by his gaze which never left her.
"Leave us Utonium." He ordered. Dr. Utonium bowed again and gathered his things and hurriedly got out of the door. Now he and she was alone in the room.
He stared.
She stared back.
He stared.
She looked down at her hands, it seemed tinier and paler than she remember. Momoko heard a sigh from the Prince and some shuffling as he walked to the chair next to the bed and sat.
"Girl, look at me." He told her.
She looked at him. "Momoko." She muttered.
"What?"
"My name is Momoko, not girl."
"Momoko." He stared at her eyes. Momoko stared at his vivid crimson eyes, and suddenly she remember last night. She groaned holding her head as the memories rushed into her head. She remember killing those servants and the maids, after killing them her hunger wasn't still satisfied so she went off searching for more. She tore anyone who was in her way, she faintly recalling that several of them was low-class vampire. Walking down a hallway, she still didn't know where she was going, her instincts and nose was leading her the way. She had broken down a sturdy looking door with a strength she didn't knew she had, she kept marching like a robot searching for something that she wanted, no, she needed.
When she had walked over the remains of the door that she'd just broke through, she had the attention of the Prince. He was just finishing his business, he had killed some of the traitors that was planning to rebel against his father. He stared at her, surprised. Momoko caught his scent, and she now knew what her body was desiring, his blood. Suddenly from the place she was standing on, she was now drinking from him. The Prince groaned from the sudden force and tried to force her off him, but she had a strong hold on him that he couldn't break free from.
His blood was much more delicious than the others, the others tasted almost plain and tasteless, but him. Oh Kami, his tasted strongly of cinnamon, an addiction that she never would want to get rid of. After seemed what like eternity, she had her fill and finally withdrew. But when she withdrew, she blackened out.
"Oh," Momoko was holding her forehead with her hands. "But why?" She asked.
"Why?" The Prince arched one of his thin eyebrows. "Why what exactly? I can't read minds you know."
"Why did this happen? To me? I thought I was supposed to be dead?" She muttered quietly, but it was loud enough for the Prince's abnormal sharp ears to catch.
"You are technically dead. How did you became a vampire is beyond me, the chances of that happening was near zero percent." He said. "But my father doesn't know of this, nor of the incident that you caused when you woke in your hunger for blood. No, he will never know, he thinks that the rebels had gotten inside, but I killed them. That's all to it."
"But, what about me? Wouldn't your father recognize me? He think I'm rotting somewhere, not here in a bedroom."
"That, I've already taken care of." He said. "You'll be living with Dr. Utonium, the doctor you saw earlier, and his family. He has plenty of space, plus his home is out of the vampire capital, so no one will recognize you. He will return shortly to take you back to his home."
"Oh. Wait, vampires? I thought they were just legends."
He laughed humorlessly, standing from where he sat. "We aren't just myths, we are real. Remember you're one of us now." He said before leaving Momoko in the scarlet and silver room alone.
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"So Miss, I didn't catch your name back there. I'm John Utonium." He said, his hands on the driving wheel as they drove out of the Capital. She sat in the back seat, with crossed arms. Momoko was her slave name given to her by her bosses. But her now dead mother had named her something different when she was a little.
"Blossom, my name is Blossom." She told the man.
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