A.N: Thanks for the reviews Maya...they made me grin like a maniac, I was sure that people wouldn't like my style, because I've been told over and over that it's rather clumsy… And for my writing speed…it's slow 'because I have to check everything twice….with a prereader...who lives and works in another country...(I can't see my own errors) and thattakes time...(currently writing chapter 5)

Disclaimer: click to chapter 1 to read the main points….New characters of Ranmaru and Akamaru are mine…

- The monster inside the mirror-

Onikage didn't know how long it had been, since he had been awake last time. It must have been quite awhile since his skin felt so dry, even mummified. Something had woken him up… a presence. He could tell that something had entered his dungeon. And whatever the creature was, it was close.

He could hear it's heart beat fluttering rapidly, like wings of a scared bird, and smell the sweet scent of fresh blood everywhere; the tauntingly seductive scent was driving him out of his mind….

"All that delicious blood, so close to me, and I can't move a fucking finger! When I get that Gohda bastard in my hands I will make sure that he wouldn't have ever taken his first breath!" He roared inside his head.

His inner screams of rage almost suppressed the weak voice near him, almost.

"Please… someone… anyone? Please… help me…"It begged pathetically.

"Really, like begging would work…" he thought amusedly "I tried that for a few decades, and look what good it did for me… No one is going to hear you… no one but me…" he let out a hysterical laugh, or would have, if it had been possible in his current state.

"…I'll give… anything….please? … I don't want…to die…" the thing continued, it's pathetic pleading

"Anything, you say…well isn't that interesting…" Onikage thought barely believing his luck. The only thing that stopped him devouring the blood pools on the floor then and there was the curse Gohda had placed upon him. The curse made him unable to drink any blood; unless it was offered to him willingly. And now the creature beside him had done just that, however unaware of it's consequences.

"You should really think more carefully what you wish, someone might be listening… In this case that someone being me…and I can assure you that I'm going to make you keep your end of the contract. But before that, I need a little meal…so that I can get to biting distance…"He mused gathering his willpower to draw the blood in to himself.

Soon he felt how the liquid of life run trough him, healing and renewing the damaged tissue with each drop. It felt so good to feel the blood running trough his veins again. All too soon he had absorbed all the blood that had bled on the floor.

Onikage sifted a little, trying to release the stiffness that had crawled to his limbs in a past few centuries. He couldn't break the sturdy chains that were attached around both his ankles and wrists, even around his neck. Not in this condition, he was still too weak; he hadn't drunken enough blood, not yet.

"I'm chained to the wall, like some filthy dog." Onikage cursed in his mind, adding one decade to the time he would torture Gohda when he would be free again. He opened his eyes to see what his future dinner looked like. Much to his surprised he saw a sobbing human girl curled right next to him on a moist, dark grey stone floor.

"What is he doing in the Gohda's grounds? She shouldn't be able to even see them, let alone wander inside them. Maybe she is some kind of slave?" Onikage wondered studying her closer with his glowing red eyes.

Her long black hair was in some kind of messy pony tail and she was wearing weird torn clothes. Her skin looked pale against the bloody cuts that covered her body everywhere Onikage could see.

"Will you give me blood as a payment?" He asked, more to check if he could still produce speak-like sounds, that to ask permission of the human, soon to be his meal. He was so marvelled by his own deep voice that he almost paid no attention to the fact that the girl lifted her tear streaked face from her hands, to look him with swollen brown eyes.

"She is so young, hardly more than a child." Onikage thought watching how her pretty face ran trough a series of expressions, from surprised to hopeful, before settling to the expression of pure horror. Then she dashed, surprisingly fast considering her current condition, away from him.

"Oh, no you won't. I've waited you for so long, that it would be rude of you to leave so soon." He chuckled inwardly as he quickly threw his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"She surely is a feisty one." Onikage thought as the girl fought back kicking and striking him, even though that she must have known by now that it was inevitable for her to loose. He pressed her captured form against his chest with his other hand and raised his other hand to her neck, taking the girl's throat to firm grip.

"Be a good girl and I won't hurt you anymore that I have to." He whispered to her ear, pressing one of his sharp, clawed fingers against her throat, strong enough to break her skin. The girl stopped fighting, and went limb in his arms.

"See, it wasn't that hard now, was it?" He asked loosing his grip around her neck and licking the blood from the cut of her neck. The girl in his arms stiffened as he tasted her blood. It was even better than he had thought, the coppery taste wasn't too over pouring and it held a sweetness of youth.

Onikage's mind went blank, he needed more of that divinely tasting blood, and he needed it now. He pierced her white neck with his pearly white fangs and let the delicious, blood flow to his mouth. He hardly heard the scream of pain from the girl, as his fangs cut her flesh. The flavour of blood filled his mind, leaving no space to other thoughts.

Onikage didn't know how long he had been in the wonderland of tasty euphoria until sharp pain almost split his head in two.

"Bloody hell, what is this!" He cursed mentally, interrupting his meal, dropping the almost unconscious girl to the stone floor in the process. The pain in his head vanished, leaving him with a slight nauseous feeling.

He was about to continue his dinner, as he noticed a bundle of mixed feelings, throbbing in the back of his mind. He concentrated his thoughts to this mixed mess of feelings. The biggest was a feeling of hot, white pain that seemed to radiate mainly from his left arm, but as he studied his chained left arm, he couldn't see anything that would cause the pain, not even a smallest cut.

More than mildly confused, Onikage returned to study the intruding, throbbing bundle somewhere in his mind. There was a feeling of helplessness that almost covered the feeling horror that seemed to be concentrated to something.

Closing his eyes, he focused all his will power to the target of the horror. He saw a tall figure of pale man, clothed on black shredded clothes, looking down at him with glowing red eyes. The man seemed to radiate a great threat. It took a moment for Onikage to understand that the man he saw…was actually himself.

"What is this?" Onikage wondered confusedly "Whose feelings are these? The girl's…? But that's impossible, she didn't have any hidden power's I would have sensed them…"

Then it hit him "No, that can't be! I'm going to make him scream another thousand years for this!" He roared aloud

"That clever Gohda bastard had made another fucking rule to my god damn curse! Now I'm bounded to this cursed little girl, feeling her feelings inside my head!" If Onikage hadn't been so raged, he could have burst in to tears of shear frustration.

"Always another god damn limitation, before I can get free!" He screamed his rage, breaking the chains that had trapped him to the dungeon wall, hearing a feint heart beat in his ears. The girl's fading heart beat…she was dying….he could feel it.

"I don't even want to think what kind of twisted punishment Gohda had invented for me, if I would leave the willing blood donor of mine to die in this dorm…" The shear thought made him shiver

"I hope that you will appreciate this, if….when you wake up." Onikage corrected himself, as he threw the girls limp form over his shoulder.

"I won't let her die, not when it might turn ugly for me …I will have to break the curse first." He promised to himself jumping trough the hidden doorway on the dungeon's ceiling, with the almost dead meal of his.

Rikimaru walked towards the kitchens, he was getting hungry and his master hadn't shown any signs of waking so far. He had left a young soldier called Ranmaru to watch over the master. Ranmaru was still too inexperienced and enthusiastic to take place in a real battle, so it was a perfect assignment for him.

"Everything is changing rapidly..." Rikimaru thought liking the fact less and less, with each passing minute. Rikimaru liked boring routines that young people hated so much; the routines meant that everything was alright, that the ones close to him were safe.

Sighing deep Rikimaru returned his thought to the day that had crushed his beloved routines.

It had started like any other day. Most of the day, he had trained the young soldiers to the secrets of stealth, in the forests surrounding the mansion: It has been almost dark when he had seen someone walking along the dirt road. He had quickly stopped the training and dismissed the young soldiers. That he could keep an eye of this mortal trespasser.

After all, the humans did wander in to forest every now and then, and the current Lord Gohda had told very clearly, that the humans were to leave the forest clueless and unharmed, and the forest wasn't exactly the safest place even in the daylight.

There were the undead spirits, which gathered around the mansion for some unknown reason, the zombie army that wandered around the forest, searching for someone that could be able to release them from they curse, and of course all those little pets that the two witch sisters had gathered around themselves.

He had followed the black haired human girl closely as she had walked clueless along the road. His presence had been enough to scare most of the monsters away, but few spirits had been a bit too stubborn to get the hint. He had lost the girl from his eyes for a few minutes and at that time she had already wandered to the mansion gates.

Why she had seen them in the first place, was a good question. The mansion was magically hidden. Human weren't allowed to see them; even the strongest of human seers could only see a feint shape of something. Even lesser demons couldn't see it. And as far as Rikimaru could tell the girl didn't wield any magical powers, let alone anything close to a seer, and she was most definitely a human. That however hadn't stopped her from entering the gate and knocking to the mansion doors.

He had quickly reported this abnormality to the Lord Gohda and to Rikimaru's surprise Gohda had ordered the witch Emi to escort this peculiar human to the dragon room. Then the master had HIRED the mortal. That had become as a shock to everyone. How could a mortal girl work in the mansion full of bloodthirsty demons?

And the surprises hadn't stopped from there, like they could have left Rikimaru out of it so easily. Gohda had decided to participate to the meeting with Lord Jyyzou of the south, with offered rules, you can bring one of your men with you. The whole had clearly been a trap and Rikimaru had told exactly that to his young master, who had countered his words by claiming: that their countries were in the brink of war, and that he was willing to give everything to avoid it.

The meeting had been a trap just like Rikimaru had said. When they had arrived to the promised spot twenty soldiers had attacked them. Rikimaru had survived the battle with minor injuries, but Gohda hadn't been so lucky. Two poisonous enemy arrows had wounded him pretty badly…

"Where are you going, Rikimaru?" Emi's voice asked curiously pulling Rikimaru back to reality.

"To the kitchen… why?" Rikimaru asked looking the green eyed witch.

"You are in a wrong direction. You are in the maid's quarters in the east wing." Emi said with a smile that made Rikimaru blush slightly. "I thought that you might be looking some company for night…and seducing my young maids, would really get you in trouble, you know?." She continued with even wider grin.

Luckily for Rikimaru, Akamaru, a young soldier stormed out of the near by door, before Emi could continue her favourite past-time hobby called "let's make Rikimaru blush".

"There you are master Rikimaru. I've been looking for you everywhere. Tatsumaru can not be found and there is something weird going on the front yard. It's swarming with spirits." The boy panted.

"I'll go check it out." Rikimaru mumbled, following after the boy, happy that someone had saved him from the Emi's hands.

Little while earlier in the Gohda's chambers:

Gohda opened his eyes as someone stormed to his chambers, shouting: "Master Rikimaru something is going on in the front yard…!" then he suddenly stopped in the mid sentence, noticing Rikimaru's absence in the room.

"Ranmaru where is master Rikimaru?" the young soldier asked from a boy who was standing in one corner with wide innocent eyes.

"He said he was going to kitchen …should I…?" The boy started, but before he could finish his sentence the soldier had already left.

"Well Ranmaru, we should go and see what this noise is all about." Gohda stated rising to a sitting position. He was feeling a lot better already, and his natural curiosity was taking over his rational thinking.

"B-but master Rikimaru, ordered me to keep you in this room, in case you'd wake up." The boy stuttered.

"And I order you, to escort me to the front yard." Gohda said with a slight nuance of iron in his voice. "Who will you obey?" Gohda asked turning the wall, behind him in to dust with one swift hand movement.

"Ah, You …master Gohda." the boy said with a newly found respect in his voice. He would most definitely not want master Gohda's anger upon himself. How would a master, who blows whole wall away just trying to specific his words, react when he got angry?

"A wise decision." Gohda said, standing up with a kind smile

-The end of chapter three-

A.N: First I had really big problems of writing from Oni's point of view, especially his reactions to Ayame. He always ended up too wussy or too grumpy or just too sane… The poor vampire had been left to mummify for century or two, alone to dark dungeon…so he couldn't be perfectly sane, right?

Then I got an idea. What if I would make him react to Ayame the same way I react to my favourite chocolate after a longish "no-chocolate-diet"? It sounded silly, but I was desperate …so that's exactly what I did…and to my surprise it kinda works!

…Oh and I'm thinking about renewing the summary part….does anyone have suggestions…please?