My sleep was disturbed by the sound of a weeping girl. This has happened three times so far. I have no idea where the crying was coming from and I was sure it was nothing more than some kind of hallucination, but hearing the apparent suffering and grief of the girl was upsetting me regardless. I had to help her, but a figure with green hair obstructed me…

I was awake, but I made no attempt to get out of the bed. I remained as I was, laying flat out on my stomach with my face buried in a pillow. I could have easily been mistaken for a corpse by somebody, but the sad part was that they wouldn't really be wrong. I was just a corpse, only moving because of some supernatural blood that filled the insides of my veins. That fact was still so very hard for me to believe even after witnessing everything that led to it being true (I had ripped my dark brown hair out several times only for it to grow back in an instant, reinforcing the truth into near absolution). I had died a second time, yet I still lived. My heart was beating and it sickened me that it was. I should be dead and by dead I mean seriously dead, not this abomination that I had become.

After I had woken up in the same bedroom the second time and with the sound of ripping flesh and bones being crushed still fresh in my head, I was still partly out of my mind and had immediately pushed the bed up against the door to keep anyone or anything from getting in. I then proceeded to walk back and forth in the same spot (how I didn't grind a trench into the floor was a surprise) as I desperately tried to figure out how I could get out of the mansion without going through the bedroom door. Obviously that just wasn't going to happen thanks to the windowless room I was in. And that was another thing; there were no windows in my room because if there was then I'd burst into flames the second the sun decided to peek in and say hello.

After a long, long while (possibly days) I had finally calmed down enough to the point where I moved the bed back to its original place. I still made no attempt to leave the room, preferring to stay in what felt to be relative safety – my Sanctuary. No one or anything tried to enter my room, though there was the occasional knocking that I ignored. Whoever it was that would knock would ask me if I was going to come out, but I never answered. The thought that whoever it was that was knocking wasn't human terrified me silent.

Unfortunately, hunger and thirst were beginning to take its toll on me and that had presented a question that brought with it nothing but sickening thoughts and visions. What was I supposed to eat, given what I was? I prayed I could still eat normal food and be fine. Probably best that I just not think about it.

There was a knock at the door.

Now that I thought about it, I think whoever it was behind the door had been coming to my room and knocking at scheduled times. At least it seemed to be the case. Not that it really mattered, I guess.

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated to myself. Eventually I would have to open that door if I ever wanted to get out of the mansion (and to get some food in me) so I figured now was the time to answer that door. To stay in this room despite my fear of whatever stood behind that door any longer would surely begin to degrade what little sanity I had managed to recover.

"Are you going to come out?" a girl's voice said after the third knock, just like all the other times.

I looked over at the door and stared at it. I wondered why the girl hadn't tried to open the door yet to see if I was even in here still. If I stayed in here and said nothing, would she forever continue to stop by at set times, knock a few times and ask me if I was going to come out? I kind of wanted to find out, but I seriously couldn't remain in this room any longer. My stomach would kill me if I even tried.

I ran my fingers through my hair then held it. "Just open the door, dude…" I uttered quietly to myself. With a heavy sigh, I stood up with some hard-found courage and walked to the door.

I took a deep breath then opened the door, finding the person who had been knocking all those times to be that silver-haired maid girl. Boss Maid, as I knew her, since I could not for the life of me remember her name. I had a good few inches on her. She stared back at me with those very pretty dark blue eyes, her expression relaxed and plain. She was holding something in her hands – a glass filled with a clear, red liquid. It looked like a fruit drink of some kind and, man, did it ever look so good. It even smelled terrific.

Apparently the drink was for me since she immediately handed it out to me. I was cautious to what it actually was, but I was so damn thirsty that I didn't care. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? It kills me?

Saying nothing, I gladly took the glass and began chugging it. Just as it smelled, it tasted absolutely fantastic. The taste was just utterly satisfying. I spilled some over the side of my lips in my bid to drink the juice as fast as I could and eventually drank so fast that it went down the wrong tube, sending me into a coughing fit.

The Boss Maid took the empty glass from me as I caught my breath. I wiped my mouth on my arm, hesitantly looked her in the eyes and said "Thanks…"

"There is no need to thank me. I am merely doing as was instructed by Lady Remilia," she said.

And that was the last name that I ever wanted to hear again. I turned around and went back into my room, grumbling bitterly to myself. That horrifying encounter I had with that… thing… was still perfectly clear in my head. What happened wasn't possible, but whether or not it was possible was a moot point. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it and I have a feeling that was the intended purpose of that entire nightmare.

I sat at the edge of the bed, elbow on my knee and chin propped up on my fist. From the corner of my eye I could see that the maid was still standing right outside the door. I didn't look over at her, suspecting that she would just leave eventually, but she didn't.

"May I come it?" she eventually asked.

I lifted my head up and turned to face her. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. Come on in…" I answered and sat my chin back down on my fist.

The maid girl came in after getting my permission then approached me. She stopped beside me, provoking me to look up at her for a second before looking away again.

"Was there something else?" I asked. I knew there was, but I really didn't want to know.

"If you are feeling up to it, I would like for you to come with me," she said in a tranquil voice. Her voice sounded so much better when it's not being muffled from being on the other side of a door.

"Hm… And do what?" I asked. I tried to unsour my mood with humor by thinking perverted thoughts, but it didn't help at all. I was too much in a pissy mood.

"Our master would like to continue speaking with you," she said, and my top blew once again.

I sprang to my feet and stared down at the silver-haired girl, my entire body tensed up as I grew increasingly angrier by the second. "Wrong. You are so damn wrong with what you just said. What you should have said was MY master. Not OUR master. Get it?" I blasted the girl out of my bitterness and immediately felt bad for it. I got a hold of myself, sighed and took a step back from the girl. "Sorry, I just…"

I was still agitated as all hell about what had happened. I hoped the girl could tell just by looking at me because I had no words to explain how I was feeling. Luckily though, the girl did not look offended whatsoever.

"There is no need to apologize. You are still accommodating to your new life," she said.

Another drawn out sigh from me as I sat down on the bed. "Accommodating… Accommodating to the fact that some damn vampire bitch turned me into a monster against my will? Yeah, that would take some accommodating now wouldn't it?" I replied wretchedly. I knew I was taking my immense frustration out on the wrong person, but I couldn't help it.

"Please don't call Milady such names. I am most certain she would never have embraced you if you hadn't agreed to it first," the maid girl said. I didn't believe her one bit.

"Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure about that?" I asked her.

"I have worked for Lady Remilia for a while and have seen the type of kindness you would be hard-pressed to find in any human society."

Again I didn't believe a damn word she said, but I didn't really think she was lying to me or anything. I mean, why would she? I don't think she was trying to actually convince me of anything either and was simply sharing her experiences here in this monster mansion. Made me wonder if she was as crazy as I was…

This led me to wonder what this girl was. Her skin was white, but it wasn't pale like that of the vampire (or my own, for that matter). Her skin was clearly different from the vampire's skin, appearing filled with plenty of life in its tone. The only way to figure out exactly what she was was to ask, and so I did.

"So… What are you?" I asked.

"I am just a mere human being employed here as Chief Maid," she humbly stated. I found it hard to believe, but again, I just didn't see any reason for her to want to lie to me. "My name is Sakuya Izayoi and we will be working together from here on out. It is a pleasure to meet you," she said and politely bowed to me.

So, Sakuya was her name. No clue how I was able to forget it, considering its uniqueness to me. But what troubled me was the part about us working together. Apparently she thought I was going to stay in this place for long. I had to correct her on that.

I stood back up and held my hand out, which she took in turn, and we shook hands in formal greeting. Sakuya's hands were nice and soft. I hoped I didn't squeeze too tightly and hurt the girl. I tend to give strong, assertive handshakes.

"It's really nice to meet you, Miss Izayoi, but I'm afraid I won't be working here. Not now. Not ever. Because I'm going to be leaving," I informed.

"Leaving? But you can't leave without our master's permission and I doubt she will let you leave so soon after creating you."

"Again you said-" I covered my mouth and walked away from the maid.

I stopped myself from continuing on with my thought because I felt my top was about to blow again. I don't know if she was deliberately trying to make me mad by continuing to refer to that blasted vampire as our master, but it was working regardless of her intentions.

"I'm sorry if I angered you," Sakuya began. "But I am only speaking the truth."

I whipped around to face the maid. "You're wrong. That thing is not my master. She's not my anything and never will be. I didn't agree to this," I vented in suppressed anger.

"Again, I do not think she-"

And then my anger broke free. "I was two seconds from bleeding out and being dead before that haughty little cunt found me! Of course I would give her a bullshit answer in a state like that!" I shouted, my face heated. I quickly got my temper back under reasonable control and apologized to the maid. "I'm sorry…"

"Again, you do not need to be apologizing to-"

"No, no. I do need to apologize. I should not be yelling at you at all. It's that fucking pocket monster that I need to be bitching at," I said scornfully as I pointed at the open door and to wherever it was that thing dwelled. I started to take deep breaths to try and get my temper in check.

"The time Milady presented you with the offer may have not been the best of times, but maybe it was the one and only time? In the end, you did say yes to Milady and thus established a blood bond with her. You may not like the outcome of your decision, but you still have the responsibility to deal with the consequences of that decision."

It was pretty clear that Sakuya was not in any way going to side with me on this. To her, it was that vampire that was in the right and she was going to do nothing but try and convince me that I was the one who was wrong. But I'm not wrong. I was tricked into this and that's final.

"This is so bullshit…" I grumbled.

"If you are ready then let us go see our master. She's eager to begin your development."

I obviously wasn't going to be part of any development of any kind, but I had to meet with that vampire again and give her a piece of my mind. "Yeah, sure. Just lead the way, please."

With Sakuya at the head, we travelled through the mansion, passing by many of those littler maids again. Some of them stared oddly at me. Others smiled and waved and others paid me no attention. I happily waved back to those who waved to me, trying not to let all my raging emotions spoil everything there was to the place. There was only one being in this place that deserved all of my scorn.

After a trip through the mansion, we came to that throne room place. Sakuya headed for the door to the office then reached for the door handle. I rushed to stop her, grabbing the door handle before she could.

"Uh… Excuse me?" Sakuya said, confused with my action.

Truth be told, I had suddenly gotten cold feet. I was standing outside the door to the room where the demon resides. The very same demon that had terrified me into insanity then eagerly devoured me was just on the other side and I was about to enter it. Another truth be told… I was out of my bloody mind.

"Are you going to open the door or do you wish me to?" Sakuya asked.

I gathered all the courage that I could muster up, held my breath then turned the doorknob. I pushed the door open and marched myself in. I instantly froze up once I saw the light blue haired vampire sitting behind the desk.

I should of stayed in that damn room…

She looked up at me and glared. Probably didn't like how I entered the room suddenly, but whatever. She dropped her pen on the desk, got out of her seat, circled around it and approached me. She wasn't wearing that white outfit like before. It was another black dress, but it had dark red trimmings and bow-like accessories to it. The red sash that held her skirt to her waist was tied into a large bow right below those demon wings of hers. If anything, this vampire sure liked her variety when it came to outfits.

Her eyes still narrowed, the vampire girl stopped right at arm's length from me and placed her hands on her hips. "I hope you realized the kindness that I have shown you by letting you leisurely sit around your room, boy."

I want to take your little head and slam it into the floor so badly…

"Now that you have accepted your place, I shall continue on with-"

"That's where I stop you," I quickly interrupted, angering the short vampire. "First off, you tricked me into letting you change me into this thing. Secondly, there's not a chance in hell that I'd serve you. Thirdly, I'm leaving."

The vampire said nothing and just continued to glare up at me with those freakish eyes. She was trying to scare me again, but it wasn't going to work this time. "Take your clothes off," she ordered.

"I…" I wasn't sure I heard her correctly. "Wait, what?"

"I need to inspect you so off with your clothes. Now," she said.

I stood dumbfounded in silence for a moment, wondering why on earth she would try and order me to do such a thing. In any case, I didn't really care because I wasn't going to do it.

"Uh… No. Wait… HELL no is more like it," I responded curtly.

The arrogant vampire's eyes glowed, that sinister light making me shiver just a little. Keep trying to scare me all you want, you bitch…

"Take your clothes off. Now."

She repeated her absurd order again, but it was different this time. Her voice just didn't seem natural at all, having some strange echo to it that vibrated in my mind. It stung my brain, inflicting me with an eerie discomfort.

"I order you to remove your clothes, fledgling," the devil said.

I felt pain in my chest and I was beginning to sweat. For some stupid reason I wanted to just do as she said. Why? No clue. It wasn't because of fear, though. I know it wasn't. I wasn't scared of her even after what she did to me. In fact, I was simply livid with her, but there was this weird feeling that told me to just do as I was told – an otherworldly feeling that was compelling me to obey. It was like a nauseating sense of anxiety that just continued to get worse and worse as I continued to ignore the order ringing in my head.

I figured she was trying to pull some sort of Jedi mind trick on me or something. But instead of letting her get the one up on me, I decided to turn the tables on her and willingly do what she said. What did I have to lose? It wasn't like I cared at all about taking my clothes off in front of the dingbat. I just didn't want to out of concern for Sakuya. But as to not lose to the vampire's tricks, I did as I was told to.

I sighed in relief when that feeling of anxiety suddenly lifted, making it easier to breathe again. I sat my hateful eyes on the vampire, unbuttoned my shirt and threw it off, followed by my pants. I held out my arms to my sides so the little wench could get a good look.

"There. You happy?" I said pettishly.

"You forgot something."

"Huh?"

"Your underwear. Remove those as well."

All I could do was sneer at the vampire's ridiculous demand and simply said "No."

The vampire sighed tiredly then eyed the Chief Maid. "Sakuya, if you please…"

"Yes, Milady," the maid answered.

Not even a second after the vampire's request to the Chief Maid was made did my boxer briefs end up at my ankles.

So… As I stood there with my cock and balls out in full view of the public, I came to the understanding that what was happening to me at that very moment was divine punishment. I may not have been able to remember what it was I did during my lifetime, but I tried to have faith in God that it was absolutely horrendous in order to justify the sort of mental torment that I was currently going through.

The accursed vampire brought her hand over the shining grin she had as she eyed my groin. "Oh, my… You shave. It is good to see you had a sense of good hygiene," she commented.

"I do?!" I exclaimed, my eyes shooting straight down to my manhood to find that the vampire spoke the truth. Well, I be damned…

The vampire went on with her retarded inspection, first scanning my front side then walking around to check out the back. She went "Hmm," a few times as well as giggle while she studied me. And while she did all of this, I argued with myself as to why the hell I was letting the little wench do as she pleased. Once she was done, she returned to her place in front of me.

The vampire gave one final scan of my front. "Not bad… Not bulky, but toned… You appear to have been a healthy individual. The only problem I have with your body is those disgusting paintings littering it."

I looked down at myself to see what she was talking about. I then took notice for the first time the tattoos I possessed. I only had a few on the front (some black upside down crescent on my abs) and strange black markings on both of my upper arms that appeared to continue to my back. In all honestly, I thought they looked pretty cool. Then again, I obviously must have gotten them done before this nightmare began so the vampire can go fry in the sun for all I care.

I quickly pulled my boxers back up and got my pajamas back on. "There. You got yourself a look, your perverted Highness. Was there anything else I could do for you? Want me to turn my head and cough by any chance?" I said scornfully.

"Watch your tongue with me, boy. I expect my servants to speak with high respectfulness when conversing with me and that goes double for you, my childe," she said in an aggressive tone.

I had tried to keep my temper from getting the best of me, but no more!

"Were you ignoring me before, you little sleaze?! I told you I'm not your damn servant! Not now, not ever!" I shouted.

The vampire was unfazed by the anger in my voice. She merely stared at me for a moment then spoke. "Take a knee," she commanded.

"You are ignoring me. Well, then that's just fine 'n dandy. I'm sick and tired of trying to talk to you anyways," I snapped back.

"I said take a knee," she repeated, her voice echoing in my head as her eyes glowed hellishly.

The unexplainable anxiety came flooding back. It put such a huge amount of pressure on my chest that I could hardly draw even the smallest of breaths. For some ungodly reason, I did not want to disobey the vampire. But, again, it was not out of fear or anything like that. It was a feeling I've never experienced before in my life. How on Earth could I possibly explain it?

My fists were shaking at my side as I glared hatefully at the vampire. I smiled lividly at the condescending devil as I slowly lowered myself onto one knee. I laughed a little at the absurdity of all of that was happening.

"Oh, this is just cute," I said waspishly. "I don't know what you're doing to me, but it won't work every time."

"Oh, on the contrary, my pet," the vampire began with a pompous smile. "Our relationship as sire and servant commands that the servant – you – must forever obey the sire – that's me – for as long as the blood bond holds, regardless of the feelings each may have towards the other."

The vampire stepped closer to me and gently placed her hands on other side of my face, freezing me still with her cold touch. She moved her face close to mine, looked down at me with those evil eyes and pierced into my soul. I thought I was going to lose my mind again, to start screaming maddeningly.

"To refuse… even the most simplest of commands… will only bring you unfettered anguish," she said then softly blew on my lips. I screamed, but it went unheard as it was only in my head.

I think I was sweating again. "That's… not true," I said weakly. It couldn't be true because if it was then I was far more screwed than I could possibly imagine.

"It is true," the vampire said plainly then pushed my face away and walked off, stopping then turning on her heel to face me. "If you are capable, continue to resist the mental anguish of disobeying your sire and you will damage your psyche to the point that your mind breaks, leaving your body behind to do whatever I say anyways. As easy it would be for me, I'd rather have a servant that can think instead of a mindless zombie."

A sickening feeling filled my stomach because I believed her. I shot up onto my feet in a panic. "No! There's no fucking way! I won't believe it!" I yelled. Even though I knew it was true, I continued to deny it as reality. I pointed menacingly at the vampire in front of me, my vision wading in and out of focus. "I don't know who you think you are, but I don't do the bidding of some godless monster!" Fallen into a state of denial and ire, control over myself was lost and my senses collapsed, putting the room into a spin.

Room… won't… stop… spinning…

"You keep babbling on about blood bonds and shit, but none of that means a damn thing to me! You hear me?!" I shouted again, as loudly as I possibly could.

I'm so fucking dizzy…

"Now, I'm gonna walk out of here and it will be the last time either of us sees or speaks to one another!"

Oh, God…

"Sakuya," the vampire gestured.

"Yes, Milady," the maid answered.

Unable to deal with the constant spinning of the room, I fell to my knees and my stomach's contents came flying out of my mouth. I vomited a few times in quick succession, coming to realize that I was puking into a bucket after the third or fourth hurl. The fifth time was the last and I was allowed to breathe. I sat down, panting in exhaustion as I stared at the green slime I had emptied into the bucket. I still felt dizzy. Too much was being thrown at me to handle. I couldn't catch it all, and what I did catch was thrown down at the ground in my denial.

There was a silence that lasted for a good while before the vampire spoke up.

"It looks like you don't quite get it," the vampire said in a sad tone. "Some time in a prison cell should help straighten you up. Despite the defiance you displayed here again, I will be merciful and only have you spend six months in dark solitude."

I couldn't help but laugh a little at the threat. Smiling with my teeth clenched tightly together, I slowly got back up to my feet.

"Prison? Let me guess… You're the one who's gonna drag me there? You gonna unleash your inner beast on me again until I run scared into a cell? Well good fucking luck," I snarled.

"Oh, heavens no," the vampire replied with a chuckle then smiled as she pointed to the maid behind me. "Sakuya will take you there."

I stared blankly for a moment, dumbfounded. After that, I turned my blank stare to the Chief Maid, Sakuya. After looking her up and down and not spotting a single threatening thing about her, I faced the vampire again and laughed at her for a bit.

"You can't be serious," I said.

The vampire formed an unnerving grin. "Oh, my pet. Mmh-hmm… You simply have no idea. This truly is going to be a nice learning experience… I'm looking forward to it."

I didn't know why the vampire was sounding so confident and I didn't want to find out. Sakuya, the human maid girl, walked up to me. Oddly enough, she respectfully bowed once to me.

"If you would excuse me…" Sakuya said politely.

Maybe it was because I had just vomited my guts out, but I was beginning to think that this girl was actually going to try and fight with me. The vampire really is a blasted wench, thinking I would strike at this poor girl. She was only a maid and did not need to get involved with the dispute me and the vampire bitch were having.

I forced a kind smile for the maid. "Look, honey… I know you're just trying to be a good Boss Maid, but this is just stupid. Don't do something she says if it could get you hurt," I said softly.

Sakuya said nothing and just stared at me with those clear blue eyes. She then smiled at me, a very pretty smile, and placed a hand up onto my shoulder. Suddenly, she was no longer standing in front of me. But that wasn't the shocking part. Not only was the Chief Maid not in front of me, but I wasn't even in the same room I was in just a second ago.

"Wha-What the…" I muttered, clueless to whatever had happened.

I have no idea how, but I found myself surrounded by gloomy black stone stained with slimy dampness in places. It was cold and hard to breathe in. The room was very small, having barely any floor space for me to lie down and be stretched fully out. There were no windows or lit candles, leaving the room completely dark. Somehow, I was still able to see relatively well despite the lack of any light. I looked around the tiny room in search of the door, but, to my horror, I found no such thing.

"No fucking way…!" I gasped.

I started pounding on the walls, screaming and hollering in a desperate bid to be heard. There was no way that vampire was going to keep me locked in this tiny place for six months. She wasn't serious about that. She couldn't be serious about it… Could she?