A/N: Welcome back friends! Apologies for my impromptu break, I just needed to sort out my brain. But I'm back now, with Sucy teeth stuff and medieval shit combined. I'm still thinking about how to properly continue that thing from last week so bear with me and enjoy whatever the fuck this is.

Magicantix: Ramzan is incredibly fascinating! In Sucy's orphan backstory she's probably the only positive adult figure in her whole life before Lukic (but you could make an argument that Sucy is attached to Lukic because of the bits of Ramzan she sees in her.) I think when someone has been that starved for a strong parental rolemodel, they would naturally model themselves pretty heavily off of how that first one lives and acts; I try to show that with the little things like laughter and the way they speak. Thanks friend!

Reynabot: Working on it! o7 I'm really glad you liked it friend, I hope to make the continuation even better.

GeminiAlchemist: Thanks friendo! I agree, cryptic old coots are a key ingredient in any good story. (I guess King Ataas fills that role in A Rose in Winter... Huh..)

Lord Chronos: I'M SORRY MY LORD, PLEASE DON'T SHOW ME UP WITH YOUR CLEANING TECHNIQUES; I'M DOING MY BEST TO MAKE THE MOST OF THE SAND MY HOURGLASS HAS BEEN GIFTED!

Enjoy some spook friends!

In the south western regions of England, nestled in between the rolling pastures and wetlands of Somerset, existed a small town; quiet, beautiful, and to the uninformed passing traveler -peaceful.

Though Glastonbury days were filled with just as much hustle and bustle as other villages of its size- merchants shouting their latest sales, dogs barking excitedly, children laughing -when the sun began to sink below the horizon, its true colours were laid bare.

Doors locked tight- double bolted, curtains behind barred windows quickly tugged closed; every man, woman, and child huddled together in their homes praying to God for the sun to return. Some looking out towards the dark castle in the distance, with a mixture of fury and utter sorrow, shaking fists containing mementos of lost loved ones.

They lived in constant terror of the night, and of the things that played freely in its cloak of shadow, howling and snarling and shrieking in its embrace.

"Tomorrow is another day."

Akko curled in further on herself, muttering the words they all knew from birth, the phrase uttered more often in Glastonbury than hello or goodbye.

Tomorrow is another day.

The sun will surely rise again.

Its all just a horrible dream.

The floorboards of the chapel were cold against the brunette's legs; only the altar's cloth covering offering any warmth or protection from the night.

She had fallen asleep hours earlier underneath her favourite tree, 'just a moment's rest' she told herself; by the time she had returned to the waking world, the sun had already vanished from the sky and every house- even her own place of stay -was locked up tight; unresponsive to her sobbing cries for charity.

"Tomorrow is another day."

All she had to protect her now was a believing heart- faith that this little building was holy enough to ward off the demons until dawn.

Her chances weren't great.

Two quick intakes of air broke the silence in the chapel, the sound of someone- or something -sniffing.

"What is that I smell?"

Akko was sure she could hear her heart shatter into pieces, even as it began to beat faster than ever before.

"Simply divine..." The owner of the voice almost groaned, taking a step across the threshold, displacing the old wood beneath its feet with a creak.

Two more intakes of air.

"Delicious fear."

At that moment, Akko knew it was over for her.

This creature was a spawn of Hell; any attempt to quietly crawl away or run would likely be met with nothing but a violent death, her last moments containing nothing but terror and pain. And remaining in her hiding spot was looking less and less ideal by the second; it could smell her.

No running.

No sneaking.

No hiding.

That left one option- it almost certainly wouldn't work, but she had to try.

Grasping her fingers hard around a brass cross and taking one last breath- likely her last -Akko leaped up and over the altar, rushing towards the demon and pooling all her might into one decisive downwards swing.

'Tomorrow is another day... Just not for me.'

She closed her eyes, bracing for either successful impact or sharp claws across her stomach.

But neither of those things happened, her wrist instead caught in a very cold human feeling hand.

"You tried." The creature offered, dripping with dark amusement. "Failed completely, but still tried." Akko watched the cross crumble in her hand, brass dust sliding like sand through her fingers and into a pile the wooden floor.

Slowly raising her gaze from where the cross used to be, now fully shaking in fear, the brunette looked death straight in the eyes.

Or eye rather.

What looked to be a finely dressed woman stood directly in front of the brunette, a single blood red eye staring back at her, the other hidden behind a veil of shockingly purple hair. It looked similar to her in age, though half a head taller and with a complexion rivaling that of a corpse. But Akko wasn't stupid, this being was probably far older than even the stone walls of the chapel around them.

"It's rude to stare, my dear." The demoness grinned, revealing to her prey a set of inhumanly shaped interlocking teeth, razor sharp and doubt used for easily tearing into flesh.

Akko had heard the tales, read the books, but never in her life had she imagined coming face to face with a lord of the night- with a vampire.

"Please don't kill me..." She whimpered, her wide terrified eyes brimming with tears. "You can have my blood, as much as you want, but please let me live..."

With two quick movements, Akko found herself flipped around; her back pressed against the vampire's chest, its right arm around her waist, its left holding tight to her wrist.

"A human girl who knows her place and accepts it..." The she-devil hummed, nuzzling her nose against her prey's jugular before taking another whiff. "Intriguing..."

A cold shiver shot down Atsuko's spine, firing off from the point of contact and traveling until it landed somewhere in her stomach. She wasn't dead yet; it was interested in what she had to say.

"Y-Yes!" She stumbled, attempting to continue her ascent up that thin spider's thread- her only chance to see the morning sun. "I can be a- a fresh supply- a constant supply, my lord! Surely blood is tast- tastier coming from a living thing?"

Thin icy fingers gently traced across the girl's jaw, coming to rest on the side of her neck opposite the vampire's wide fanged grin.

"Your pathetic groveling amuses me, child." The demon chuckled, dragging her cool tongue across the brunette's skin in preparation. "Perhaps if I find your taste palatable, you can be of some use to me."

Taking slow steady breaths, Akko tried to slow her heart rate, lest she loose too much blood too quickly and perish before the vampire even had the chance to decide. Craning her neck to the side, the girl allowed three words of calm resignation to ghost past her lips.

"Please be gentle..."

Even after all of her begging and crying, Akko wasn't certain if the vampire would rip out her throat or not, but after the initial sting of sliced skin, there was only a slow throbbing soreness. It wasn't exactly a feather light kiss, the multiple sharp teeth digging into her neck making the brunette flinch in pain, but at least it wasn't scream worthy.

She could feel the cold lips against her, smell her own blood as it flowed freely from open wounds; hear the vampire's throat convulse as it drank deep. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; her slowly failing heart and mind coming to enjoy the experience despite little voices screaming in horror at her coming death.

But the reaper never arrived; just as the brunette's head began to fog and her balance became unstable, her neck was released; the vampire throwing her head back with a blissful sigh and a moan.

"Incredible..." She groaned, licking the leftover coppery nectar from her lips. "It has been a century since I last drank of a maiden so wondrous..."

Tilting its body forward, the demoness wrapped both arms tightly around a barely lucid Akko's stomach, long icy muscle darting out of her mouth to wipe up the newly forming red beads on the girl's neck.

"You will do nicely." It whispered directly into her ear, trailing chilly kisses across her face and throat. "I accept your offer."

Tomorrow was another day.

When the sun rose again above the town of Glastonbury, and the people crept from their homes like rodents to count their dead and missing, they found doors smashed in, barred windows bent and shattered, and a small pile of brass dust on the chapel floor.

Atsuko Kagari's body was never found.

A/N: CAUSE THERE WASN't ONE, SHE GOT YOINKED.

Sorry again that this wasn't a continuation of last weeks thing but like... vampire!Sucy?