Silver Night

By: A Really Big Idiot


Butler Rio leisurely marched to the King's palace. He carried with him a glass of water and two hangover recover pills. In all his sixty years of service to the young king, Rio didn't see him drink so much alcohol. In the past year, his drinking had increased exponentially, and thus his angry moods were becoming more and more common.

Rio was a butler and servant to the upper members of vampire society for 500+ years. He'd had watched as the last king was assassinated, the rise of the eastern vampire council, the destruction and fall of that very council, and the rise of the new current monarchy. He'd watched hundreds of people died, and he'd pitied thousands more. As a low Level C vampire with no family or prestige, he survived by being a good and faithful servant. When the new king had established himself, Rio had jumped at the chance to serve at his grand palace.

However, after sixty years of service to this new ruler, Rio was starting to have regrets. The King was a handsome and powerful man. He was smart, and he knew how to solve any problem that came his way. He was ambitious, and the people knew he was a man whom they could respectfully call their king.

But King Kuran was too selfish.

Rio had watched how he would blindly crush a person, just because they had a minor disagreement with him. Rio had watched how he demanded and ordered his wife around, and she would tirelessly work her best for him and do all that he would ask. He saw the casual disappointed tone the king would use when he spoke of his son. "When I was his age, I had created an inner circle and established connections in all realms of society. Why is he not doing anything?" His king would complaint to himself and when he thought the boy couldn't hear.

Really, the only person who looked at him with happy, honest, and accepting eyes was his daughter. She acted as if he was the best person in the world, and the king treated her better then even his own wife sometimes. Rio had to wonder at that. When he had first met the woman, she had been a ragged and bloody mess. He'd hear many odd stories about her.

Some stories said that after she had lost her first child, she had gone mad. She walked the streets by herself for five years and survived on the blood of Level E vampires. She would haunt a particular graveyard from time to time and then disappear for weeks at a time. His king had kept a secretive eye on her and when the woman had regained herself, she came back to him.

Rio remembered her as a dirty, disheveled mess at the king's feet. When he first saw her, he thought she was a wild Level E that wanted a merciful death, and he was about to remove her from the king's presence until she said, "I don't want to break his wish." She said with blood-red eyes. "Let's try to be happy." Then she fainted at his feet.

The king ordered Rio to take care of her and nurse her back to health. Rio had grudgingly done so – after all, he was a butler not a nurse – but after spending time with the broken woman, Rio had a soft pity for her. So young and so loss. However, when she had been completely healed, she was a radically different person.

She always wore heavy but artistic makeup, and she would perfume herself so heavily that sometimes it seemed like she was trying to mask her own unique scent. She became a mirrored copy of her king, in terms of temperance and dreams. But she always held a hint of sadness around her. Even when she was with her children, she would smile, laugh, and play, but it never really seemed to reach her eyes.

Nevertheless, the King should be grateful he had her for a Queen. She balanced the court well. Even when the King went too far in his cruelty, the Queen was able to smooth out his razor-sharp actions and keep a fatigued peace within the court.

But the Queen was now gone.

Rio didn't expect that event to happen at all. She'd seemed so loyal to him. But that battle one year ago was so terrible. It was like the woman had realized a hidden truth and had been awoken from a sleeping spell. Her wrath had been appalling and Rio would have feared for his life if she had not focused it on the person he'd least expected it – the King himself.

Rio couldn't help but think the King deserved it somehow.

Nevertheless, he was a servant to the King, and he was always loyal to the end, but even Rio was now questioning whether or not he should continue with his well-tracked record of loyalty. After a year of the Queen's absence, the King had gotten himself a Doll. And not just any Doll, but the Number One Doll himself, Silver Night.

No one knew it, but Rio hated the entire practice of keeping Dolls. He'd been one of the secret founders of the Doll Liberation Association (DLA), and he'd chosen to serve the King because the King was one of the few members of upper society to not have such a thing.

But when Rio saw his King blindly dragging that poor creature and toss him casually to his feet like he was trash, Rio's loyalty to him quickly became one of habit, rather than a true desire.

However, all the rumors he'd heard about Silver Night was true. The man was probably the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and even he'd been tempted from time to time to touch the man inappropriately. It was like the man could summon the deepest of desire to claim him in a person. Rio had made sure his interactions with the man was limited and timed because even he didn't entirely trust himself when he was around that man.

Yet, when the man didn't think someone was watching him, he'd looked so empty and so lonely, that it broke Rio's old heart. At those moments, the man seemed more like a young teen, and it was as if his bright future had been viciously stolen from him. Which, coming to think about it, probably was.

Rio sighed. His life had become so complicated. He would leave the water and pills near the King's private reading area in his bedroom and retire for tonight. However, he should check on the man before he –

The door of the King's freshly used concubine chambers was slammed open. Bloody and wild-eyed, his King tumbled out of the room, and Rio dropped the tray in his hands. Rio looked at his King in shock.

"What is the matter, my lord?" He immediately asked. Rio sniffed the air. The scent of the blood didn't belong to the King and seemed to belong to – no...it couldn't be.

His King looked at him with wild-eyed shame, "Fix it." His King barked. "Fix it and make it better. I didn't mean for it to die." Then the King shakily rushed down the hall and turned the right corner.

Still in shocked horror, Rio when into the room and saw the man he had just been thinking about a moment ago. Rio stopped breathing.

By all of darkness, was the young man even still alive?


Chapter Seven: Shock


Haruka's eyes twitched at the latest news headline from his e-reader.

IS THE QUEEN HAVING A SECRET AFFAIR WITH KING'S MAIN RIVAL? EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEWERS SAY: YES!

Last night, the Queen was a ravishing sight - beautifully dark and powerfully alluring. The fashion industry has dearly missed their Queen's unique style that was always on display for major social events. But ever since their unexpected separation, the Queen hasn't been seen on the social scene for an entire year! The world of fashion has deeply mourned!

However, at the Annual Winter Ball last night, the Queen's comeback was a sight to behold! It was completely different, and some say the different look was inspired because she has a new man in her life. And not just any man – the damnably handsome King Maxwell Von Anderson. Yes, you read that right! The Queen of the Far Eastern Vampire Realm may be having a hot and steamy affair with the Vampire King of Europe, himself!

Haruka threw his e-reader against the wall. Damn those reporters! They didn't dare say a thing when they were there at the Ball last night, but the minute they were safe from immediate retribution, they'll spout such garbage!

Mother had left after three hours into the ball. The blond man, who Haruka now knew to be the Vampire King of Europe, had escorted her out. After he had seen her safely in the limo, Anderson had left with an amused wink but nothing more. Haruka and Juri had followed them and kissed their mother good-bye at the limo. They promised they would return to her in two days, but mother seemed as if she hadn't heard a word they'd said. She looked so angry and so hurt.

Haruka saw father talk with her as she went to get the cake for him and even though the exchange happened in less than two minutes, both parties looked ready for bloodshed. Mother returned and had given him a piece of oatmeal cake and Haruka simply ate it without compliant. She looked like she'd just been smacked in the face, but Haruka knew his father hadn't really done anything to her. Mother had been listless after giving him the cake and had walked back to her throne to reclaim her thoughts. After a while, she acted as if nothing had happened and continued on with the Ball's events.

However, even Haruka felt the various killing intent spikes from his father throughout the event. Everyone had felt it, and that was probably why the party had ended so soon after mother had left.

And then there was Juri.

Juri, brainless and mindless Juri, had acted like all was well in the world. She'd been outside and hadn't seen what had gone down between their parents, but Haruka still wanted to shake some sense into her! When the Ball had obviously come to a close, she had kissed their father a happy good-night kiss on his cheek and bounced her way to her private palace. She'd acted like nothing had happened, and Haruka was sure that stupid sister of his fell asleep without a care in the world.

Haruka hadn't been able to sleep one wink the entire day. He been anxiety about the state of his mother. He'd be edgy about the mental state of his father. He was deeply annoyed at Juri's behavior, and he'd even worried about what the news reports would say about the entire event. At least, he wasn't worrying about the news reports for no reason – they did exactly what he thought they would. Those parasitic jerks!

Haruka rose from his chair and decided to put on his clothes. He was going to get to the bottom of this. His father really needed to be more considerate and humble and as the only other male in this family – it was his job to get his father to see common sense.


Juri sang as she clapped. "I love blueberry muffins! Blueberry muffins! Blueberry muffins! I love blueberry muffins! Blueberry muffins and I are best friends!" Mika, her personal maid, amusingly smiled.

"Something tells me, you want a blueberry muffin, miss." The middle-aged woman grinned.

Juri pouted. "Actually, I want a pecan muffin, but I haven't made a song for those yet!"

Mika raised her eyebrow. Juri really was a delight to work for, but she was so childlike that Mika would always forget she was, in actuality, a teen girl.

Mika came to wake up the princess tonight. She was such a heavy sleeper, and Mika knew the girl wanted to spend some time with her beloved father before her scheduled plane ride near sunrise. It had taken a Herculean effort, but the girl was dressed and ready to go now. Her favorite pink and brown dress was on, and her long hair was full of curls. Mika was happy to see her hair in a normal black color for once. The young teen would dye her hair every odd shade of the rainbow when it suited her. Mika had to endure shockingly pink to neon green colored hair. The Queen had been surprisingly amused at her daughter's wild fashion sense even when Juri landed on the Worst's Dressed List, time and time again. The only time the Queen had a problem with Juri's unusual hair styling options was when the girl had decided to dye her hair a shockingly silver hue.

When the Queen had seen her, she had fainted on the spot. When she had awoken, the Queen quietly begged for Juri to never dye her hair that particular hair color ever again. Strangely, the willful Juri never had. Mika was somewhat put out at that. Pink, blue, and green hair was fine, but a relatively normal color like silver was a sin?

Honestly, the entire royal family was bonkers!

"I'm going to see daddy!" Juri brightly chirped at Mika. "We can have muffins together in his office!" Before the older woman could say another word, the girl was gone in a flash.

Mika tiredly smiled and decided to start packing up. At least one member of that strange family always smiled.


Juri sneakily got into her father's palace! Maybe she should become a female ninja! She was going to surprise him with some muffins from her private kitchen, and they could have a quite early evening snack in the garden.

Juri loved seven things: beauty items, her mother, her father, her brother, cupcakes, pictures, and cute boys! But she adorned her father the most! He gave her everything she wanted and always smiled at her even when she made big mistakes.

Soon, Juri arrived to her father's personal study and swung open the door in her excitement.

He wasn't there!

Pouting, Juri pondered where he could be. Maybe he was still sleeping? Juri absentmindedly walked towards her father's bedroom chamber. It was odd for her father not to be awake at this time. He was always the first person to be awake in the evenings. Perhaps he had drunk too much last night? When she kissed him, he'd didn't seem too happy at all, but his eyes did soften a bit when she had done that.

Papa really was upset with the whole fight with mama, huh? Juri knew people said the worst of things about her father, but she just didn't see it. Her father was always so kind and giving to her, and she couldn't really see the mean man people painted him as when they thought she couldn't hear. Whatever people said, Juri knew the truth!

Papa was a desperately lonely and needy person.

He might not express himself well, but that's what Juri believed with her whole heart. Her kind father was lonely, and he wanted something desperately. She didn't know or understand what that something was, but she would find it for him one day.

"Princess Juri? What in the world are you doing here?" Her father's personal Butler mumbled out. "You need to go back to your palace, your highness."

"I want to see Papa." Juri pouted at him. She lifted up her basket of muffins. "I brought these for him to cheer him up!"

She wasn't sure, but Butler Rio looked very angry. Juri didn't think the anger was because of her though. "Princess, could you please return to your palace? Your father isn't feeling too well at the moment, and he may not be ready to see you until later on in the night. So, can you please go now?"

Juri wanted to immediately refuse, but a spike of cunning hit her, and she nodded her head. She started to retrace her steps like she was actually going to do what the Butler had said. However, when she was out of his senses, she had hidden herself and waited until she was sure no one else was there.

When she heard that the Butler was gone, she immediately hurried to her father's bedchamber. If her father was unwell, she wanted to be near him and help him. However, out of the corner of her dark eyes, she saw a slightly opened door that she'd never remembered being opened before in her young life. Curious, she walked over and peaked into the mysterious room.

It was a bedroom. It was a beautiful and plain bedroom, but a bedroom even so.

Juri was about to shut the door because that wasn't really odd. Her palace had six bedrooms, and each had a different theme. In spite of this, before she closed the door, she heard a slight sound of movement from the bed.

Juri's thoughts went wild. Without thinking of the consequences, she slipped into the room and sneaked closer to the bed. When she had gotten close, she dropped her basket of muffins.

The person on the bed looked like an angel.

Juri thought her stomach was suddenly full of butterflies. The man had beautiful long silver hair and had flawlessly marbled skin. His features were so delicate but at the same time so masculine that Juri couldn't really describe it. It was rare – different even. However, he was breathing heavily.

Juri looked at his body and saw numerous claw marks and wounds on his skin. What sort of evil person would harm such a beautiful creature? Juri's rare anger was kindled. Nevertheless, distractedly, she took out her cell phone. Her immediate reaction when seeing cute boys was to take a picture of them! Her brother said it was a creepy habit, but Juri had never heard any complaints from all the boys she had taken pictures of in the past. However, that sleeping angel was clearly not a boy, but a man. Juri blushed. She'd never seen such a handsome person before! She definitely wanted to remember him! Without a second thought, she took a picture of this beautiful sleeping man with her camera phone.

To her utter horror, the man seemed to stir at the sound.

Silver Angel Man turned his head towards her and looked at her with sleepy dark-purple eyes.

Juri stopped breathing.

They looked at each other for a moment. "Your face...is glorious." The man finally said and he quickly fell back to sleep.

Juri couldn't breathe; her face was so hot she could have sworn an egg could be fried on it. Picking up her muffins and slamming her cell phone back into her dress's pocket, she wildly ran to her room.

Juri had no idea what to think about this.

To be Continued.