Silver Night
By: A Really Big Idiot
100 Years Ago
Yuki opened her eyes for the first time after three months in a coma. Kaname's face was the first thing she saw.
"Yuki!" His eyes brighten. "You're finally awake!" He crushed her in a tight embrace. "I was beginning to think you would never open your eyes again." Over her shoulder, she saw a doctor standing near the door. She looked upon them with a slightly amused expression.
When the doctor noticed that Yuki was looking at her. She nodded her head. "Indeed, miss. You have been asleep for a very long time. " The doctor smiled at her.
Yuki didn't feel a thing. Zero was gone forever. He would have never lost his precious weapon and those bloody clothes...
She had nothing to live for really and life seemed so long, and she was still very tired...
The doctor smiled kindly towards her. "Miss, I'm glad you are alright." The doctor's smile seemed to freeze for a moment. She seemed to struggle and then she mentally decided on something important. Taking a deep breath, she said, "However, I'm so deeply sorry that we couldn't save the baby."
Time died.
"Baby?" Yuki shook Kaname off. "What baby are you talking about?" Her eyes wide.
The doctor herself looked shocked. "You didn't know you were pregnant?" She asked her.
Coldness inched inside her heart then and recreated it.
Chapter Three: Children
Present
Haruka hated his new home. He hated these new colors: purple, silver, and white. These colors were everywhere in the new mansion. Purple walls, pure white carpet and furniture, and silver ornaments were everywhere the eye could see. His twin sister, Juri, loved the design and Haruka rolled his eyes. As if he needed another reason to dislike his sister.
His mother clearly went mad. She had left his father a year ago and dragged them both with her. Haruka was never really close to his father, but he admired and respected his power. However, it was really his mother who had raised and loved him.
Nevertheless, Haruka always knew that his mother had a special type of love for his twin sister that was only reserved for her and her alone.
Juri never seemed to notice it. The way their mother's eyes would glow brighter when her eyes landed on her. Or how Mother would hold Juri tighter when she hugged her. Mother would listen to Juri's words more when she spoke. Mother always gave her extra time and attention in numerous small ways.
Haruka disliked his sister very much because of it.
Oh, he knew his mother loved him as well, but the fact remained that the love didn't have the same depth at his sister had from her. Being the prince of the Far Eastern Vampire Court was a lonely existence. Few, if any person, dared to come close to him and he trusted still fewer. His circle was so tiny that it was close to being non-existent.
Juri was always bright and happy. Many court officials remarked that she was similar to the Queen when she first came to the court decades ago. She was joyous and kind. She was always laughing and helping. She brightened the room whenever she came in, and the people were in awe of her because of it.
He was the exact opposite. Haruka seemed to take more after his father in ways that weren't complimentary. He was everything his sister was not: dark and vengeful, strong, cunning, and merciless. The people feared him and knew that they were witnessing a benefiting heir of the future throne.
Still, Haruka pitied his father. When his mother had walked away from him, Haruka had turned his back and looked at him. He would never forget that wretched expression.
Silver Night wanted to break something. It was unusual for him to fly into such a childish fit. After all, he had far more discipline and patience than the average soul. Not a natural patience by any means, but it was something that had taken him many years and many painful lessons to learn.
Two weeks and his new master did not see him. Silver hadn't dared to take a step outside the room because of it. Dolls were killed for lesser offenses, and he didn't want his new master to think he was rebellious.
The Butler Rio was the only breathing creature he had interacted with. The old man was very short with a stocky built and a slight pot-belly. His hair was grayer than its previous brown and his blue eyes was framed with tired wrinkles.
When the man looked at Silver, Silver had the impression that the man pitied him.
Silver was slightly alarmed by that. After all, what type of person would pity a Doll? The rank was lower than a Level E. The reason being that at least a Level E vampire had their freedom and a thing that resemble free will.
Dolls had submission blood bonds weaved into their very bodies and even into their very souls. If a master told them to jump, they would jump, even if they wanted to refuse the command, they wouldn't be able to because that bond would force them to achieve the command. This left Dolls to the mercy of their masters.
In general, the statistics for Dolls were grim. Thirty-five percent of newly created Dolls would be murdered the first night or first sex with their respective masters. The corpses would be tossed in the trash without a second thought the next day.
Fifty percent of Dolls would last a year. Ten percent would last for two or three years. The last five percent would last for 7 years.
Silver lasted for nearly one hundred years. He was a mythic figure in Doll society.
Still, Silver wondered what his new master was like. There were many different types of masters. One could have the social awkward master who really did not know how to engage with another equal vampire in vampire society. Then there was the sadist who enjoyed hearing a Doll scream and cry. There was the bored master who simply wanted new fun. There was also the desperate master would need the attention of anything and anyone and a Doll provided the best listening ear. Silver learned how to deal and manipulate each of those master types and still others. It was why the majority of his previous masters have jealously embraced him more than their own families and when Silver desired a change, they never saw his hidden knife.
The various Dolls he had met over the years always wanted to know his secrets. How could you survive so long? Why is it only you that have survived so long? Silver would never answer those questions and reveal his true nature. One doesn't give away the very key to their survival, and he had many keys.
His first survival key was the fact that he was not a complete person. He was a shadow person. A shadow created by his true self in order to protect his soul and to survive. His true self could never have dealt with the numerous sufferings and horrors Silver had been subjected to over his lifetime. Because his true self had locked away his emotions and memories, Silver had an advantage over his fellow Dolls because he didn't know was freedom, emotions, or completeness felt like. Nearly all the Dolls remembered their past lives, especially since most Dolls had once been human. Silver didn't know his past or origin. He didn't even know his true self's name. All he could recall are a few brief memories of his creation, but it wasn't the same thing. In the end, one cannot desire something one never had and most Dolls died not so much too violent abuse but because of their own despair.
In a twisted way Silver was working towards his own destruction. He was tired of being a shadow. He wanted to become one with his true self. He wanted this more than he wanted freedom. He wanted to know what complete beings called happiness and love, even if it destroyed him.
His second survival key was linked to cultivating his skills in acting. Despite his lack of experience with feeling true emotion, he knew how to fake and pretend well. He knew how to act. He knew how to move. The illusionary mask of positive emotions was something that had taken him a great deal of time to prefect. When a master would fall in love, lust, or obsession with him because of his various seductions, Silver knew how to pretend to love or desire them back.
The third key to his survival was his ability to seduce. Seduction was not merely sex or pleasure. True seduction was a mental war game. It was not a gift. It was a skill.
History has been littered with the stories of various seducers. From Cleopatra and Don Juan, to Casanova and Madam de Pompadour, he studied the lives and actions of these past figures. Silver studied and apply their techniques and created techniques unique to him alone.
Seduction has three components – a feeling of danger, the intense desire to have, and the illusion of love. If a Doll were to survive, he or she would have to master those three components. However, the trick to this was that every individual in the world was different. What could work for one master would not work for another.
For example, if a master was artistically inclined, he or she would be weak to a Doll that had 'special' artistic abilities. If that same master was older, one way to wrap him around a Doll's finger would to be his 'student' in the arts and have such a master believe he was 'growing' his Doll's talents. If that same master was the same age or younger, being the muse and an attentive audience to his artistic pursuits would be the key to that person's heart. Of course, it would be better if the Doll already had these talents naturally or by intense practice but hid them well. Hidden talents was always a pleasing surprise and would create an intense desire to claim in a master that deeply desired such a thing.
In essence, to be what a master deeply desires, even if that master or mistress was unaware of what he or she internally wanted, was one of keys in the art of seduction.
Then there was the seduction component of the feeling of danger. He knew his reputation. Silver Night only belonged to one master for no more than twenty-four months. In fact, Silver knew that added to his mystery, and it intensify a vampire's desire to claim him as a difficult challenge to boost his or her own ego. A master's pride and conceit were wondrous tools in this regard. Silver knew a master would have heard of him before and even if that master won't acknowledged it – secretly, Silver knew that master wanted to the one who 'broke the rule' or was the special exception.
Then you have the last component of the illusion of love. This component was the most difficult to implement for Silver. Love was something he didn't really understand, and he always disquieted that he would make a wrong move when pretending he was in love. He would continuous study how the souls around him acted when in love and while he was certain, he was well versed in pretending, in the back of his mind he was always on edge in that stage of the game. Even when a previous master said they loved Silver deeply, like no other creature they have ever known, Silver didn't truly return the feeling.
Furthermore, he felt nothing when that master was gone from his life, generally because of another rival vampire's desire to claim him as their own. Silver was not above manipulating two or more other potential masters, if the current one was displeasing to him.
Nevertheless, his new master had to interact with him if Silver were to start this new game, but what a wondrous and awful new game this was! His newest master was a Vampire King!
Silver would need to scheme carefully, exactly, and precisely all his movements and actions because this master, above all others, would be his most difficult one to have in his thrall. Silver knew the desires of a simple Level C vampire. Silver was familiar with the longing and craving of nobles, but a Pureblood and King? He knew he was on unfamiliar ground.
Silver wanted to start this new game immediately.
To Be Continued.