I woke up to an unknown ceiling, my mob cap fortunately is still stuck atop of my head and protecting them from any unnecessary dirtiness to my hair. The floor underneath is gritty made of concrete, and I sat up immediately to feel a small amount of dizziness.

I could still hear the distant rain from the top of the roof of this room, and it was rather blank with an empty doorway. Other things that I've noticed is the faint feeling of coldness in my gut and none of the familiar buzzing that I previously felt.

I could still see the man flashing before my eyes before I could even get away from the attack that knocked me out of consciousness. As I stood from the ground, I still felt the dizziness appear in and out from out of nowhere. My clothes are crumpled from waking up like this, but I've got no care for appearances until I get out of here safely.

Stumbling out of the room, I realized that there are many doors similar to the one that I previously came out from. They stretch out both ways, and countless doorway seemed to have presence coming out of them.

Is this a farm?

The silence followed by my thought seemed more damning than anything, for any case, I felt disgust screaming out from inside my mind even for the fact that youkai needs humans as nourishment but at this scale, it's a sin — not even a sin, an unforgivable crime.

I turned around and followed the path to the coldness of fate that will lead me to the culprit of this unforgivable farm but halfway to the room where the culprit is staying. I realize that I have no weapons at all, and I can't do danmaku at all.

Maybe one of the victims stolen from this farm has weapons on them, such as a dagger, knives, or something else? I peeked inside each room, most of them have different clothes and different faces, and not one of them seems to be part of the guards or law enforcement. "This is ridiculous.." I sighed deeply as I returned to walk to my death.

My shoes clacked against the concrete floor, echoing in the vast hallway that stretched into gods know where. Idly, I wondered if this is a part of the underground lines that were built to be the railway of London.

The room seems to open up and getting wider with more light that lit the transition between a dim hallway to a room filled with lights. Suddenly, my guts screamed with danger and I leaped forward to dodge whatever is coming from behind, left, or right.

It seems to be the man that knocked me out cold, he has the same coat as before but I could only focus on the sharp fangs atop the roof of his mouth. The idea of his farm may be cliché, but I could feel the shiver down my spines, although he seemed surprised by the fact that I successfully dodged his initial attack.

"May I ask your name, my lady?" I stepped back quickly, setting out distances for me to expect his movement and dodge accordingly. As I walk backward, "Remilia Scarlet, milord."

It would be quite rude to ignore the noble speech nuances, and the other reason is that I don't want to anger him much and cause a quicker death. The man charged forward with blinding speed and I barely put myself to the left, dodging his insane movement with a sharp inhale. I quickly stepped back once more.

"I've heard of you, milady. You were rather quite popular in the southern part of England, were you not?" My lips pursed as the man seems to prepare for another charge at me, even though I prefer to have the man fight me using danmaku battles, but it seems luck is not with me for now. "I was popular with the intelligent, once, yes," I affirmed his inquiry with a subtle nod.

"But it was quite rude of you to accuse me earlier, do you remember, my lady?" The man seemed to grin with excitement as he launched himself forward to me, and I could only slide under him. "My apologies, my lord, but one noble who stood under the shades like that died to someone." The man seemed to laugh uproariously as he paused in his stance.

The man launched at me at a much faster rate than before and threw a swing with his bare fist at high speed and I barely deflected his swing with a counter-swing aimed at his stomach. "I like that. Most children are naïve, and would never say that they killed somebody before…"

I grimaced with disgust as I pushed him away with a kick, decreasing the distances between each other. "Though, I would like to ask a question, milady." He increased his rate of attack, and I am sure if those hit me. It would cause the bones in my body to snap, causing death to me.

"Go ahead, milord."

"How did you know of the word, youkai? It derives from the land of the rising sun in the east, you see." The man asked an eerily similar question to the driver, but I knew that they are not similar and will never be similar at all. Instead, I answered with a deflection.

"That is quite a difficult question to answer, my lord."

The man scoffed as if to say, what's so hard about that? and I merely glared at him coldly to prevent him from asking the same line of question. The man's face seemed to morph into a smug smirk, "You're battling with a youkai, and you dared to glare at your opponent like that. I like you, my lady."

That's disgusting, no matter in what context of this conversation. I charged closer at him to swing a few punches that he blocked no matter what. "Of course, my lord," I replied instead.

The man pushed me away instead of taking advantage of the closer range that he had before, and at this point, I immediately knew that the man is merely playing with me to have amusement before ultimately he decided to end the fight.

"May I have the pleasure of having your name, my lord, as you did not introduce yourself before?" The man blinked at the inquiry and chuckled as I decided to charge once again to throw a few swings. "My name is Sol Eridium." My eyebrows arched as I recognized his family name.

"I believe you have an heir, Lord Eridium?" I strafed to the left of the man to try to catch him off guard by hitting him in the most vulnerable spot, either from left, right, or behind him. "Indeed, but sadly he has passed away due to a most… unfortunate incident." He drawled the words out, implying that he killed his own son.

I stayed silent and outwardly I give no acknowledgment of the fact that he killed his own son. Internally I give the deceased soul the words that he would have deserved after death instead of desecration, "My apologies for returning terrible memories, my lord." I mockingly responded.

Eridium merely scoffed in derision and this dance of battle continued with each other for the next several minutes, and my feet are already getting tired from the constant kick and my arm is starting to hurt from the ineffective punch given to the opponent.

It was becoming painfully obvious at this point that I must either yield as an opponent or somehow get a weapon sharp enough to impale the man but the thought of doing that seemed to send a jolt of a burning flash of fire all over my body. It was also becoming obvious that my fate was right in front of me.

Is this it?

Don't do it.

I must do this.

Yield and continue your fate.

My mind cycled those thoughts at an increasingly fast pace and I slowed down to make the yield seemingly more believable. It has been years since I was born in this life, and it's counterproductive to go against my fate that I've planned to continue for all those years.

I could be at this point currently being manipulated by the strings of fate that bind me, but since the world has given me this chance to survive in another life. I would gladly take it, but perhaps someday I will have the opportunity to be cut off from the strings that bind me in this fate.

As the fight gets progressively faster and faster, I could feel myself losing hold on every attack, counterattack, and block that I did. My bruises ached in protest as I stood once again facing the man yet with a tired expression that seemed to make the man smirk in satisfaction.

"You do know that you only need to say yield to stop this pointless fight, my lady?" The man drawled as he flipped me over to the ground hard enough to make me dizzy for a few seconds, and despite his strength, it only bruised me as I hit the floor.

"O-oh?" My bones creaked in protest as I staggered into the same stance as before, and I merely smiled with amusement which confused the man. "Then I say yield, Lord Eridium. I cannot continue no longer." My stance falling into a normal one, and I winced at the sudden pain that I felt from the bruises.

"Are you sure about this, my lady? It takes a while to think about surrendering.." The man said mockingly as he approached from the distance slowly, though he seems to be still on guard.

"I'm sure, my lord. As long as it gets me to rest.."

"Is that so? Then I will concede this battle, my lady." The man quickened his pace as I fell onto the ground faking tiredness as the buzzing in my gut seemed to intensify as he grew closer and closer. "I thank you then, Lord Eridium." I nodded, faking gratitude.

I did not even see from when the man pierced both fangs on my neck and serenely pulled out the blood available for me to stay alive. To describe the sensation of my vein pulsing with warmth and coldness is rather hard, but one could say that my blood feels like it was being dragged across my entire body like rubber.

I jolted out of my thought as the burning feeling resurfaced and the buzzing feeling disappearing from existence. I immediately pulled back my arm and punched him in the jaw, though it was quite painful with his fangs inside my neck. "Ack!" The man seemed to pull back and leaving my wounds free, as he pressed his wrist to his jaw.

The burning feeling in my gut disappears suddenly along with my strength to stand up, the adrenaline that kept me away from the exhaustion that I would've got from this battle.

"Perhaps I deserved that.." The man muttered and as sudden as the extreme exhaustion, my head felt like it was swimming through slug and I can see the darkness creeping through before falling unconscious.

Finally...

Thank the world...

I awaken in a dream in an endless world made with light stretching out into the infinity, and I realized that my mind is mimicking my past life idea of the world in my dream when there are no ideas to be found. It was one of the most exciting ideas I ever had when I was fifteen years old back then, but the novelty wore out over time.

I called this idea, whitespace, the world in my mind that is ever the same and endlessly filled with nothing but space itself. An abstract idea that seems to be almost hard to be comprehended by words or visually, but at this point, it's nothing more than an abandoned idea.

I snapped out of my musing to look at the rumbling in the air, the place shifted as the world darkened around me similar to the world space after I died but it was different this time, the aura of the world wrapped around me with this familiar yet alien feeling spreading throughout of my mind.

Then I blacked out into the nothingness. I could feel nothing and I could not think anything but fear of death that will steal my fate and this life away from me.

Where..?

I opened my eyes to find myself in the same location within the room with only an open doorway, the same gritty feeling of concrete on my head, and my mob cap lying in the corner.

I realized that it was no longer as dark as before. The room seemed to be bathed in light and yet there were no lamps hanged above, and slowly even more I realized that my body felt different but familiar or similar at the same time? If that even makes sense.

What in the world..?

As I prepared to stand slowly, my body seemed to stand in a lightweight pace that almost made me stumble forward to the ground but my other leg planted itself forward instinctively to prevent me from falling. Then I realized shortly after that it was not instinctual, but the result of a fast reaction speed that I never realized I had.

I put on the mob cap from the floor straight to my head after dusting it off thoroughly from any dust and walked out the door from my room. I hear everything from the distant footsteps from the left and the eternal rain atop of my head and it was quickly overwhelming me.

I managed to process all of them at an acceptable rate as I faced off the same hallway I went through before succumbing to… the… fangs of… Eridium and my head suddenly went blank with understanding and shock.

I see, so it really did happen then?

It was quite understandable after such a shock like that that I immediately forgot about the fact I was no longer human anymore and understandably my mind is trying to move forward.

I walked to the place where the man awaits in ambush for their next pray coming from the farm, and despite being non-human at this point, a youkai or rather a vampire, the idea of the farm still disgusts me.

My mind at this point seemed alien and foreign to me, and yet they feel familiar enough to make me feel like I am still human. Walking the previously dim hall, and now it was lit with an unknown source of light seemed more surreal than ever.

An entirely different person with the same mindset as before.

Somebody groaned from one of the rooms and I immediately peeked into the room to check into whoever is awake in these halls. "…Who are you?" The voice spoke revealing itself to be a part of a teenage boy with a bruised hand, he seemed to wince as he brushed his injury with the wall.

"One of the victims here. Don't worry, you can stay here." I had to control my own instinct and avoid being insane in the presence of other people, it's frustrating but I understood that I was just changed just a few hours ago — actually I do not know the exact time since I fell unconscious. "Wait! Are you confronting him? It's impossible!"

I ignored the boy and continued walking to the wide room with a graceful walk that is easier to execute with my own body being able to defy gravity itself. If you think about it, it doesn't make sense how my body is able to inherently defy gravity at the moment I became a non-human.

The room went wider as I walked through the same hall, and I stopped immediately at the sound of air being ruptured by the insane speed of the man fleeing through the air. I immediately turned to my right and blocked his attack with my arm, his eyes widened in shock and anger.

That block barely hurt and I knew that I needed to control my own ego beyond this point to avoid becoming over-confident and resulting in death after this battle is conceded. With an inhuman speed that I barely thought was even possible, I punched his neck and he choked on air immediately.

With those speeds, being hit with a full-strength punch was very similar to being hit with a car but more centered on the spot that you attacked on. It was enough to knock a human unconscious and yet it did not knock him unconscious but merely harm him from continuing.

"How the fuck did you do that?" The man growled angrily as he searched me more thoroughly, trying to find some non-existent item but his eyes landed on my face and he froze. "Your eyes…" He gasped as I moved forward with blinding speed, catching him off guard and threw him on the ground several meters away with a push.

I frowned as I searched for a way to harm him even with these blinding speeds and powerful strength though it would be quite different if he was a human, not a vampire that knows the extent of his body.

Don't be arrogant, me. I don't have all the knowledge to fight..

I snapped my head to the hallway as I hear a distant array of footsteps, and I knew that it would be quite a disadvantage of trying to escape when they've arrived here in this room. However, I cannot just leave without parting with a single word from my mouth. It would also distract the lord from noticing the arrival in this tunnel room.

"Lord Eridium, may I have the permission to speak freely?" I said sweetly, hiding my real motive with a face of innocence so extreme that he seemed to narrow his eyes at me suspiciously. "Go ahead, Lady Remilia."

"In the past, I've implied that your son may have some spectacular memory problem. Perhaps that is why he failed at school and died to you? It seems that you have… inherited that problem." The man's eye seemed to bulge with rage as he focused all his attention on me, proving his supposed problem true.

"You bitch!" It's such a childish insult coming from me, but it gained the reaction that I expected from the proud man as he prepared to leap at me with the same blinding speed but I merely jumped to the top of the wall, latching on one of the visible pipes to get away from him. "Get down here, coward—!"

My eyes narrowed at the group of people that entered the room wearing priest and priestess-like robes from where I always saw them. They were hired with their supposed power then? They do not have the aura of something extra in their body that I could see or feel of.

They aimed a flintlock pistol at the raging vampire in front of them and shot immediately without any hesitant movement that would render their help useless. The bullets seemed to prove to be effective as hissing noises immediately filled the room that made me wince from the noise of the man gurgling out in desperation.

They are made of silver, then?

They did not look back as they went the other way presumably to release the victims trapped in this farm, except one stayed to pillage the body of the former noble vampire of their riches.

The one that stayed behind signed his own fate as soon as my eyes focused on his neck.

I didn't hesitate, even with my mindset all the same as before.

Author Notes:

Is this cliche or is it not? I had to think for several hours to write this chapter, and I am also quite busy in real life. It frustrated me to no end on writing this chapter to make it fit the intelligence of the main character of this fanfic.

But I'm glad that the story is progressing as I expected it to be.