Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or its characters, that right belongs to Reject and their development team. I do own the OC(Original Character) and do not want her to be used by anyone, anywhere else.


It had been a little over a week since he had last returned to the forest. And something inside him told him there was a wrongness in the place. As if the forest was almost... angry. No, that was not the right word, frustrated sounded more accurate. This was a new thing for him. Never before had he felt nature so keenly. Quickly he rationalized that it might be a by-product of drinking Rosa's blood. She was from the lineage of the Ancient Folk — those who knew of the supernatural and respected them placing stock in the old ways of nature itself.

He was frowning as he dashed through the trees, which were almost bare now of their leaves. October had fully set in. The night air was chilled and left his breath coming out in small puffs of white condensation. His mind so focused on reaching his destination that Shuu stumbled into the clearing after only seeing Edgar there, crouched on the ground-hugging his knees. His scent as a tangled mass of emotions. The most substantial being anger and sadness. And from what Shuu could see a partial shiner starting on his left cheek.

"Edgar?" Shuu asked as he walked slowly towards his friend. Eyes were darting all over to find Rosa.

The air held not a trace of her scent. That it was gone entirely was setting Shuu's instincts on edge. This couldn't be right. That told him that Rosa hadn't been here for more than four days. Narrowing his eyes as Edgar finally looked at him with his brown eyes, shining with unshed tears, face twisted into a grimace that was pure frustration.

"They came and took her. Those... bastards, they took Rosa... six days ago. I kept coming, hoping that you'd be here, Shuu," Edgar said, his voice cracking.

This had Shuu frowning and biting a growl back as he stood and motioned for Edgar to rise as well.

"Who, Edgar. Who took our friend?" he hissed, as he did his best to reign in his instincts from attacking Edgar for letting whoever this was taking what was his.

"She...she is not the Landowner's tomboy daughter like I thought... No, her brother and Father...the Viscount Wincott took her. And... I tried to keep her but got hit by her brother for it. Told to learn my place as a filthy peasant," Edgar explained as he stood up.

Shuu practically saw red at this point. Not only was Rosa taken, but they had hit his friend. A person he had sworn to protect. This was not acceptable. And he knew from what was not said, how Rosa was treated by her father and at least two of her brothers. He would not let this stand. Both of them were his property.

"Do you know where they are? Have they headed back to their lands? Or are they still at the Landowner's?" He asked, keeping his voice a low hiss.

Edgar looked at him, eyes wide in a mix of awe and fear, as he looked at Shuu, which caused Shuu to realize that he was now scaring his friend and needed to control his fury and instincts further.

"They... they are still at the Landowner's it is but a two-hour horse ride at a normal pace. If pushed, it is less than an hour, Shuu. Why?" Edgar asked.

Grinning, Shuu looked at his friends as he spoke, "Because we will be getting what is ours back. I will not tolerate someone taking away a precious person to me, and harming another for the sake that they think they can."

His words had Edgar grinning back at him. With a wave of Edgar's hand, they were running towards the village. He didn't need to ask what Edgar was doing or why. He knew. Edgar's family had a few horses, which he could cow into behaving around him. And all they would need with their size and weight was one big horse. Yes, he'd allow Edgar to come, and he would get Rosa back.


He stood there waiting for Edgar to slide off the sweat-slicked horse. Who he could tell was happy it was not being pushed anymore. The smile on his lips turned grim as Shuu began to stalk towards the stone wall and the open gate silently. He could smell Rosa on the air faintly. As if she had not been allowed outside since she had been brought here. Though it wasn't so faint, meaning that people who had come in contact with her had been out of the small three-floor mini-mansion.

"Shuu, are we going to be able to get out of there, with Rosa, safely?" Edgar asked him.

Pausing and looking over his shoulder, Shuu thought for a second before nodding his head silently. Then continued, glad that Edgar was silent. There were very few in the mini-mansion that were awake. And those that were were on the top floor, the far east wing from what he could sense. Meaning that could be where they were holding Rosa. But he would wait until he was inside and could scent her better.

The courtyard was empty, there was only one guard, and the idiot was sleeping soundly and making it easy for the two of them to creep across it, staying hidden in the shadows. Not even the few dogs laying around stirred, Shuu chalked it up to the fact that they feared him and his retaliation.

When they reached a small side door on the western side of the building, Shuu checked it, making sure it was unlocked. He could tell by the smell of the people who used it that it was the servant's doors. A soft chuckle escaped him when it opened without a hitch, not making a sound, he urged Edgar to enter before him. Then softly let the door click shut behind him as he stepped through the portal.

The inside led to a short hallway, several stairs that led up to the upper floors and from the smell of it, the kitchen. Which could pose a problem if there were any of the chefs still in there prepping for the next day? Pressing against the wall, he inched his way down the hall, not making noise. And was silently glad that Edgar knew how to walk softly as well.

It didn't take long to reach the kitchen, which was thankfully void of people. Though it had only been vacated recently. Keeping to the shadows, he led Edgar through it and into the main dining room, which was a bit opulent for his taste. Then through it to the foyer, where not just Rosa's natural scent hit him, but her blood, which hung heavy in the air. Curling his upper lip back, Shuu just barely kept me from snarling in rage.

"Shuu?" Edgar whispered.

Giving a quick shake of his head, Shuu didn't hesitate and moved a bit quicker to the staircase and up it. Following the smell of Rosa. He had to find her. The stench of her sweet blood was strong, fresh. And from what his ears were picking up, he knew that the people who were awake could be harming Rosa.


He stood there, shaking. It had not taken long to find where Rosa was being kept. The second floor, back in the corner. The sounds of talking coming from the room, punctuated with soft whines, was loud enough he knew Edgar heard. And he could feel how his friend's aura was going wild with his emotions in Chaos. Hell, Shuu felt the same way as Edgar as he stayed pressed against the wall, partially hidden by a Faux suit of armor. Patience, he told himself repeatedly.

The sound of feet coming from somewhere just past where Rosa's room was, accompanied by the faint light of what Shuu guessed was a candle, had him stiffening and waiting. Attacking now would be wrong. Especially with Edgar right there. He didn't need to lose both of them. Outside he could see the night sky starting to lighten just a bit. Meaning it was almost time for the pre-dawn. Time was going to be against them if they didn't get Rosa soon.

Peeking from where he was hidden, he saw a tall man, well dressed, whose brown eyes flashed under red-tinted blond hair. Then the man was opening the door and entering, leaving it open.

"What are you doing here, Edward!?"

There was silence before he heard the creak of what could only be a bed, and then feet hitting the ground. It had his blood running cold. The smell of Rosa's blood was now much stronger. He could hear her pained breathing as she struggled to breathe. And he could tell from how Edgar was now holding his breath he could smell the blood now thick on the air.

"Making sure the whore is not going anywhere. I do not see why our father is accepting the marriage deal with that dumb Baron, Christophe."

There was a sigh that spoke volume to Shuu's ears.

"It is not for you to understand. The man may be beneath us in rank. But he has connections that our father wishes to have. Even if he is almost triple our sister's age. And do not call her a whore. She is untouched," Christophe said. "You will leave this room and cease your torture of her. She is our flesh and blood."

"She is not of my flesh. She is the child of our slut mother and a bastard. She is unnatural," Edward growled back.

The conversation had Shuu curling his hands into a fist, enjoying the pain from his nails biting into the flesh of his palms. It was keeping him from rushing in and tearing the throat out of the one called Edward's throat. He didn't like how the boy was speaking of his friend.

In the next second, there was a loud crack of flesh on flesh. A shocked gasp, before a tall, brown-haired, gray-eyed boy walked out. His anger, disdain, and hate written across his face as he turned and stormed down the hall the other man came from.

Then the other man came out and paused for a second before speaking in a stage whisper, "I know you are there. Come here quickly."

This had Shuu debating as he looked at Edgar, who was waiting on him. It was clear that Edgar didn't know what to do and was looking for guidance.

"If you are here for my sister, then hurry. Please," Christophe said again in a stage whisper before ducking back into the room.

With a small nod of his head, Shuu stepped out from their hiding spot, wondering if this man had the same abilities as Rosa. But asking would be betraying what Rosa told him. And he would not do that. So, as they walked the short distance to the doorway, Shuu got his first glimpse of Rosa. Who was laid out on the bed, her body a bloody mess in a thin cotton slip that had once been white, but was now various shades of pink to black and rust-colored red? Her pale skin was marred with ugly bruises and what looked to be whip marks.

The only saving grace was her eyes were shut, even if she was crying, and unconscious. It had him taking slow, deep breaths to control himself as he heard a soft whimper from Edgar as he saw Rosa lying there.

"She told me she had made some unique friends. I am taking it; it is you two. If you are here to spirit her away, then please, by all means, do it. And quickly. Come daylight, the Baron of the adjoining lands to this land will arrive and claim her as his bride. The sick bastard doesn't care what she looks like and is known to be an abuser of children," Christophe spoke.

This had Shuu looking at the tall man. He could see the resemblance between the two, though the dirty blond hair was darker and held more than he had thought. So, with a slow nod of his head, he let the man know he was correct. He was not liking that she was being sold to someone who'd harm her further. Break her because they could.

That was all the man needed as he pulled out a small satchel that clinked — then bundled Rosa up in the thin blankets before handing her to Edgar, who took her with exceptional care as she whimpered due to being moved and causing her body to hurt further. Shuu watched and motioned for Edgar to go ahead and go, as Christophe handed him the satchel.

"I am a lot like my sister and mother. Though it is very faint in me, I can tell you are... special. That bag has ointments, salves, disinfectants, and bandages," he said, his brown eyes meeting Shuu's. "There is little I can do from here. But to make this look like someone broke in and kidnapped her with her being the sole intent. I need you to knock me out. That should be easy for one like you. Then... cause a distraction to keep others from noticing that she is gone."

Shuu was mildly impressed with the man. And he was suspicious about him knowing that he was not a human. But he could tell that the man wanted nothing but for his sister's safety. He could do this. And a distraction, he already had one in mind. This brought a dark grin to his face that bared his fangs to the man. Who just raised his eyebrows at it. He was not showing an ounce of fear.

"Of course," Was all Shuu said as he moved forward fast and punched Rosa's older brother in the gut, just below the sternum, winding him and putting him on the ground.

Not waiting as he heard the man's breathing indicate he was no longer conscious, Shuu knew exactly where Edgar was, and he ran with the supernatural speed that was his gift as a vampire. Quickly catching up to them as they reached the front foyer. Getting Edgar's attention was easy as he pointed to the front door. Causing his friend to look a bit confused before he did as Shuu was indicating.

Once outside, Shuu flexed his aura at the dogs, making them stay where they were lying. Though he felt their eyes on them. Shuu paused before the stables. Edgar stopped to look at him, curious though saying nothing.

"You take Rosa and get on the horse we both rode. I will take another from here. But I think we will need a little distraction to keep them from following us," Shuu explained.

Edgar looked torn for, but a few seconds before nodding and mumbling, he had better be careful and catch up quickly. To which Shuu just shot his friend a cocky smile. There would be no keeping him at all from catching up. Turning once Edgar was out the gate, he stalked into the stables, and found a white stallion and immediately went to the stall, watching as the horse danced a bit before he could grab its bridle and pull its head down to his.

With his eyes, he coerced the creature to calm and obey. Leading it out, he saw the level of pedigree that the horse showed in its strides, lines of the body, and bearing. He knew this had to be one of the Viscounts; a landowner could not afford something like this. Turning back to the stable, Shuu entered again and found an oil lantern that was dimly lit. Picking it up, he threw it at bails of hay at the empty end of the stable where the tack and grooming utensils were at.

Dashing out, he jumped up with ease onto the stallion and kicked him into motion. Spinning him around, they rode out the gates as a fast canter, which he picked up to a full gallop to catch Edgar. Already the smell of smoke, oil, burning leather filled his nose, while his ears rang with the sharp whinnies of the horses still housed in the stable. A foolish thing to do. Because the fire would keep them from being able to chase after them.

TBC!