Chapter 1

If there was something which Mary deeply hated, that was having people behind her back. She found it unbearable and she always had the feeling someone could stab her on the back any time.

That feeling wasn't so odd, if you consider in what situation she was: as soon as she was standing in front of the mansion's old wood front door, it wasn't difficult to her to perceive the presence of three individuals behind her back and, for God's sake, they surely weren't the servants. They emanated the same vibes as that vampire, Karlheinz.

No doubt they were three of his six sons.

- I don't want to sound like a killjoy, but I would have preferred a normal "welcome"... in front of me – she said quietly, still staring at the doorbell she was going to ring, and she lowered her hands over the black cape she was wearing, smoothing the folds; it was probably a stress-relieving gesture.

She heard a clear and mischievous laugh, but a lot more pleasant than Karlheinz's, a rustle of clothes and a tongue clicking followed by an amused puff. One of them approached her, placing himself on her right side and bending his head next to her face: she saw another pair of viridian orbs out of the corner of her eye, watching her spitefully as spiteful was the smirk he was showing off his face. He deeply inhaled her scent; Mary asked herself why the hell he had to do that so close that she shivered.

- Mh... – the youngster hummed, closing his eyes and concentrating – You smell nice, it's a particular scent... Bitch-chan~.

Bitchwhat?, she thought, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow, opening her eyes wide when she pondered how much his expression looked... per-perverted?

Suddenly she felt something wet sliding down her left cheek and she turned to the young man who was squeezing a teddy bear and staring at her with gloomy eyes, licking his lips.

- Hm, I agree. She tastes nice... neh, Teddy?

Mary asked herself again why all of the vampires she had met until then were only obsessed over high quality blood and the (very ambiguous, in her opinion) pleasure of feeding on it. Lastly, the third vampire grabbed her side with his arm and her chin with the free hand, arrogantly making her turn to face him.

- Welcome? And how do you think food is welcomed, huh? – he said, with a smirk and an evil look focused on the girl's face. Mary held back a bored sigh, observing that narcissist's jade-coloured eyes – she had already labelled them: the pervert, the psycho, the megalomaniac -, asking herself again why she did accept their father's offer. By the way, did they know that she wasn't human?

- Bitch-chan~ it's not polite to neglect people – the first to approach her cooed in her ear: from the reddish-brown hair and the fedora he was wearing, she deduced that he was Laito.

- I apologize, Laito-kun, I was lost in thought... but it's also impolite to call a stranger in that way, you know? – Mary calmly said, turning her ebony eyes to face him, who was a little taken aback from her composure.

- As it is impolite to not introduce yourself – said the other one on her side, pointing his violet orbs on her, as if he wanted to pierce her with thousands of needles.

- I'm Mary Flyer; nice to meet you, Kanato-kun – she immediately said, emotionless. Both him and the other one, probably Ayato, snorted. The last one addressed her again, holding her shoulder to turn her toward him.

- I don't really care, Chichina...

He peered at her silhouette, lingering on her chest. Under his bangs, the same colour as Laito, his eyes were indecently drooling instead of his mouth.

- Not so much Chichinashi, after all – he considered, smiling mischievously.

He also had to be a pervert, perfect, Mary commented in her head, outraged, restraining herself from blushing, before replying to his obscene provocation.

- Don't you dare; I bite too, if necessary – she said, keeping herself as indifferent as possible. Kanato and Ayato glanced each other, before bursting out laughing.

Laito had fallen silent, deep on thought.