"Sarah, wake up," the girl whispers softly. "Please…!" I open my eyes, and the world is fuzzy. Even despite the lack of focus, I can tell it is beautiful. Blurred pink trees, green grass, and purple flowers, and the contrastingly sharp focus of the girl in front of me. She sits on her knees with her hands in her lap, looking at me with concern in her large pink eyes. "Are you okay, Sarah?" she asks. I can only smile weakly. Her hair… it's so blonde and pretty. I wish I were pretty like that.

"Little Bitch, wake up," I hear. The beautiful world around me shatters as I truly open my eyes and sigh. A dream. Of course it was. The owner of the voice grins. "Took you long enough. Were you dreaming about me?" Laito crawls onto my bed and I automatically yank my covers up over myself protectively.

"Hell no. Fuck off, man," I try to growl, but my voice cracks. I drop the blanket as I clasp my hands to my throat, wincing. When my fingers brush up against my skin, my wince only grows. I remove my hands to glance into the mirror beside my bed, gasping as I do so at the two small holes with the dark bruise around them. "What the hell…?" I murmur, squinting.

"Ahh, poor kitten. Ayato really did a number on you, I almost feel bad for wanting in. Almost," Laito smirks as he hooks an arm about my waist and presses himself against me. I'm grateful for the blanket separating us, but it's hardly anything.

"Laito, I swear to god that if you don't get off me right now, I will actually beat your shit," I warn, and he chuckles.

"Oh, will you now? That's pretty kinky, Little Bitch, I can get into that for you," he winks, holding me tighter still. "Mind you, I usually prefer to be the one giving the pain…"I make a noise of irritation and thrash around. This only makes him laugh more and hook a leg over mine. "Come now, surely you've figured out what we are. You can't overpower a vampire."

"Vampires aren't real," I argue. "I have cosplays too, asshole, I just don't get into them quite as much as your cannibal-happy bitch brother and you! Now get the fuck off me!"

Laito stops laughing a moment to give me a cold look. It startles me and I flinch despite myself, suddenly rather scared of him. "Enough of this. Be a good little kitten and give me your blood." And with that, he sinks his teeth into the back of my shoulder.

I scream. It hurts like hell, like he's going as hard as he possibly can. Once isn't enough for him as he kisses the spot and moves down several times, leaving a trail of bites down my shoulder and back. Only when I stop struggling and crying out, reduced to a quiet whimper of pain, does he draw back and wipe his mouth, eyes gleaming with something sinister. "Oh yes, Little Bitch, I think you might be just my type." I make a small whimpering noise as he climbs off me, feeling a trickle of blood run down my spine. I hadn't even noticed as he was biting me that he had ripped the back of my nightgown open. A nightgown I don't remember changing into. Laito turns back at me and smirks, catching the blood with his finger before it can drip onto the sheets. "Mm. Exactly my type, except…" the cold look returns. "Do not deny me your blood ever again. I will make you feel everything, every sweet sensation… and I will make most pleasurable for you, if you behave." He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, and smiles sadistically. "Okay, Little Bitch?"

I nod, being afraid and entranced by his cruelty. He seems to like my response as he lets go of me and walks toward the door. "Don't forget, kitten, you're allllll mine~!"

After Laito leaves, I get up and wash myself in the adjoining bathroom. Too many bites, too many bruises. I get dressed in a beige turtleneck and torn jeans and almost put my hair up in a bun, but deem it an added precaution to leave it down in loose brown waves. I make my bed out of habit and rub my eyes. Why am I here? Mom would never have sent me here had she known what would happen, that I can be sure of. Well, standing around in 'my' bedroom won't help me, I decide as I exit the nauseatingly pink room. The hallway is empty, which I'm grateful for. Alone and unbothered, I realize just how hungry I am, but I have no intention of looking for a kitchen. No, I'm gonna find a way out.