Seven days. For seven days she has been thoroughly tormented. Those vampire men, they clung onto her even oppressing and stfiling. Because the strong luring scent of her bestially flowing blood was arousing their hunger even intense. She was getting compacted even severe and for not even a second, had her moment alone. Those delicate yet violent fingers crawling up to her skin, the disgusting saliva that trailed on her cheek or her neck, those severely punctual fangs that drilled her flesh; it felt even permanent like a marker. She had no idea why was she feeling this way…so insecure than ever. Maybe that's how women felt like on their mensturation?

But no. She didn't feel like this was a reason to be counted. She knew she was like an enduring dam that wouldn't let any drop of water leak out. But she still wondered how she let a narrow trail of water to ooze?

However, there was something that happened, which made her to think more about this. Something that opened the way of other more feelings. Something that…made her somehow…too appherensive. More confused…more anxious…and more paranoid? Wait – 'paranoid'? But was this thing that bad? Did it actually drag her to this point? 'Paranoid'?

Maybe it does have a rightful reason. Because…

"Biiitch-chaaaannnn~~"

"Chichinashiiiiii~~"

She ran in the slick floored corridors of the Sakamaki mansion, with all her strength and might. Her shivery and glassy breathe-in-outs was low yet enough to be heard. Her weary yet fast soles slammed on the floor repeatedly as she kept running. Her two insanely ravenous predators were after their prey, and she was in front of their eyes.

She was aware of the fact that she'd get caught in any way. Or maybe worse, a punishment. Even the thought of it sended a shiver down her spine and the feeling disgust has sat into her stomach. And of course, it flowed again. The red…scent…

(Godgodgodgodgodgodgod!)

Bam! There was a block in her way, a wall. But a junction, too. Of course she would wend her way there, and she did. Even if those vampire men's rapturous callouts kept on echoing.

"Biitch-chaan, why won't you hand over your sweet blood to us?"

"Yeah, you know there's no way out!"

While running, she intersected with a large window on the left side of the corridor. The window which led to the garden. For a moment, she couldn't help but direct her looks over the window.

But the thing she saw was incredible.

It may seem like, oh it's just a normal body, with long straight beautiful purple hair and a long black dress, but it was unseen. This silhoutte had its back turned away from the window's face. Yui felt her heart jump, because she hasn't seen this person before. Who is she?

Then right away, this silhoutte finally turned to reveal her face. Well, not completely. But she looked creepy, it's wicked. Her face was revealed, but not completely exposed. Her long bangs fell over her eyes, not showing their color or how they look. Just long bangs, also making a darkness over her face. The only obvious thing was her wicked grin. Her sangria lips were widely grinning, a gloomy smile that hid so many mystery, perhaps so many wickedness.

As Yui saw that grin, her eyes widened in the shock that abruptly popped up in her senses. She gasped, and with a sudden pang she felt in her chest, she fell roughly down on her knees, gripping her chest – her pink shirt.

"Aahaaa~~" she heard that wickedly soft and melodic voice in the end. Two footsteps raised up towards her. Then a shadow down on her body. She looked up. To face those two guys. That voice belonged to Laito Sakamaki.

"So you tripped over air again, huh Chichinashi?" she heard the deeply sharp and jeering voice of Ayato, he leaned his face over to her. His depravedly catlike smile was heart-piercing and ill. She always felt like quaking from soul whenever she faced that smile.

"No matter what, you always will fall down into our trap~" Laito insetted another sentence which bind her laces with fear always.

"Please leave me alone!" she pleaded. As always. She would plead, as always. However it would be useless, she pleaded anyway. Because that's the least thing she knew in these situations.

"Why should we?" Ayato asked in a keen and raspy tone, leaning his face even closer this time and crossing his arms. His already knit eyebrows knitted even lower and gave a more hellish climate. His appalling smile maintained still.

"Yeah, when you're supposed to quench our thirst?" added Laito. Yui just let in a gulp. A hard gulp.

"Just please leave me be…" Yui just maintained her begging, whining and squirming. Then, suddenly, she felt the feeling of rushing. The flowing. The streaming. It was a sludgy feeling. (oh no, it ran down again.) She gulped down again, her goggle eyes reminding of marbles, like a doll, that startled face.

The two men heard that tasteful scent in their nostrils again. They had the feeling of being allured by this sweetness, a pleasure to be paid. They needed to obtain it immediately, and fulfill this natural need.

Laito let out a moan. "Aaaaahhhh Bitch-chan, we really need you to eliminate our thirst already~"

They approached their steps towards him. And what happened already happened.

They started biting her and draining her blood.

She put aside that fact. The only thing that remained in her mind was; Who was that woman? Was she real? Or just an illusion? What is happening?

And so much more questions that waited impatiently for their reply.