A\N: So, I've already written up to 3 chapters and I think that every time I write up a new chapter, I'll post an update. What that means is, when I write up chapter 4, I'll have already posted this chapter, and so on and so forth. Let's hope I can be consistent. :D

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2; Musings.

"Maaaaster," Came the singsong voice of his butler, humming through his sensitive ears and forcing his body to tense. "Are you awake, Milord?"

Shiro groaned, groggily opening his eyes and glaring up at the ceiling in displeasure. The bead of sweat that had gathered on his brow slowly slid off his temple and dropped onto his pillow.

That same dream. Always that same dream.

"Sire?"

"I'm awake, Juzo, stop talking." He snapped and sat up, letting his silk sheets pool around his waist and allowing the cool air to breeze over his bare chest.

Juzo merely smiled and set up drawing back the curtains to reveal a looming, crescent moon overhead. Shiro squinted at the window in disdain. Another night and he was still here. Still stuck in this everlasting loop of utter despair, and glancing at his happy-go-lucky butler, annoyance.

Shiro remained unmoved as he allowed Juzo to go through his schedule and laying out his outfit for the evening. He was only half-aware of the motions he was going through, before finding himself in his studies and staring blankly at a page of gibberish in front of him.

"Are you hungry, Milord?" Juzo asked, his hazel orbs glistening in concern.

His jaw ticked, his throat tightening slightly. He was hungry, borderline ravenous. But the mere thought of consuming another stray humans blood soured his mood and clouded over his hunger. Except...

Shiro closed his eyes as the image of that blonde girl poked her head in his mind. Her floral scent still lingered in the back of his mind, and-

"Master?"

"I would like some tea." He interrupted immediately, snapping his eyes open, a frown marring his face. Yes, tea would help.

Or perhaps liquor.

Juzo bowed and with that still present smile, departed from the room to retrieve the tea cart. Shiro sighed and closed the book in front of him, willing to wait until he had his earl gray before continuing his studies. With that thought in mind, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Her face the first to come to mind.

She had such a strange scent to her. Sweet, flowery, pure.

His mouth watered at the recollection. His fangs, a dull ache. He wanted to see her again. To sink his fangs into her supple flesh and drain her of what he could only imagine as the sweetest nectar of human blood he would ever taste in this lifetime.

"Akira-kun." Juzo spoke up, narrowed orbs directed at him.

It took him a moment to realize his eyes were open and had bled to that crimson hue that made him a nightmare to the human race.

"You are hungry." He deadpanned, coming around the tea cart to hover over him with a look that left little room for argument if, at all.

Shiro averted his gaze and willed his blood to simmer down. How troublesome. "On second thought, forget the tea. I'm going out." He abruptly stood up and maneuvered around his desk towards the door.

"Let me-"

"Alone."

Crimson eyes remained detached as Shiro stalked out of the mansion.