Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my original characters and a concept I've thought up that can't tell you tet for tot. I have bad enough humor to joke around with that I might end up having no motivation in the real world like an angsty male adult.

I put a small, small reference of something at the beginning, find it if you want and smile at it if you want. Just Enjoy it.

There might be other references in here too.

This chapter's a long but still short one.

Also, apparently the ROB pressed the "Make them Vampire" button instead of the "Make them look like a Vampire" button for Arden. I know, it's a long name for a big red ROB button.

Man, I wanted to add some Russian things in here, but it didn't want to work. :c

As always, any criticism is appreciated!

THE FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [ROOM 206, 16TH FLOOR]
4:14 AM
MARCH 15 20XX

"eurgh..blargh...vehh..." God, It's been bad enough yesterday to realize your brother's leaving you forever and that he doesn't want to see you again. And you were actually mourning the death of your old man, then it's today that you end up in a hangover at 4 am in the morning like some drunkard, it literally sucks for you.

Ah wait you actually are.

And you're vomiting into the kitchen sink, no dignity.

Really.

"Argh..ouf.."

At least you're done and cleaning your green mosaic vomit with water, cleaning your mouth and brushing it clean.

Good riddance to that ugly and disgusting mess you made, you're beauty is appreciated.

Oh going to the couch to watch some TV?

Inter-spacial Reactors as always, but didn't that just get cancelled by Justimations recently?

Meh, it's fine with me, your beauty will always and forever encompass my world and heart.

"Damned wine, didn't think I couldn't handle one bottle for once at this age. Oh fucking god."

"But, damn, can't get rid of it though, it's my habits that are getting to me, I can't stop being not sober though, I kind of enjoy the dizzy feeling, until I hangover of course."

"But, Eh, I don't need a therapist right now though, can't fix my drinking problem at all."

"Ah shit right, I better stop talking to myself, and oh fucking hell, you fucking bellboy I hear you freaking squeaky clear through that thin ass door, narrating what I'm fucking doing like some Stan or Stalker."

Oh fuck, I forgot I had my narrator voice amplifier on today.

Ah shit, I was fucking found out by her.

"A-ah I'm sorry ma'am!" The Bellboy sputtered and squeaked like a nervous train wreck mouse as the door opened.

"Don't call me ma'am you e-boy stalker," She slapped the Bellboy's face damned hard that it left a red marking of her hand.

"I know you aren't a fucking bellboy at this fucking hotel, my smexy uncle's been passing shit rumors and shady truths bout' you at me like the ass he is at all times, but to think he was damned right bout' you," She kicked the fake bellboy's groin hard with her tight black high heels.

The fake bellboy crumpled down onto the floor.

"Stalking a drunk ass woman who's actually 21, it was a sweaty and train wreck of a damned person and that's za fucking you, a fucking fake bellboy at my smexy uncle's damned 5-Stars Hotel, that's za ruining his precious fucking business!" Sakune spat out angrily as she stepped on the fake bellboy's feet, grabbed their arm and twisted it, stepping on the fallen stalker's groin next, until the fallen stalker or fake bellboy stopped screaming bloody hell and fainted.

Fortunately, all of her temporary neighbors had gone out for the day.

"Bitch, don't fucking talk, touch or see me eye to eye or else your arms are gonna become fucking crippled the next time you stalk me, you bitch." She stated, looking down on the fainted stalker.

Another fucking day of Stalker morning, another stalker of her's gets crippled and sent to the hospital as usual.

"Fucking wonder why Uncle doesn't send me bodyguards." She muttered.

"Oh right, because my dipshit of a brother banned me from requesting anymore from Uncle. Fucking wonderful." Sakune turned around and walked back in, slamming the door closed.

A few hours later an unconscious teenager disguised as a bellboy was found severely injured by two men from the room next door.

The teenager was sent to the hospital.

FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [THE LOBBY]
4:26 AM
MARCH 15 20XX

Exiting the elevator, Sakune was wearing relatively more common clothes than her previously..more explicit clothing.

"Fucking damnit, Scherein's place is fucking closed, god fucking damnit." Sakune muttered, opening up one of the pockets of her military cargo pants and grabbing her phone.

"Fuck it, I'll just fucking raid the employee's room, they always have some brewed coffee sitting there." She sighed.

"Hey Money, What ya doing at 4 AM in the morning? another hangover? broke up with your young boyfriend?" The stranger smirked at Sakune as they walked over to her with hands high over their head.

"Oh shut the fuck up you British one-night stander, I've stayed single for a long fucking time since I got married a year ago and the next week fucking I divorced him, Daren thought our marriage was a simple social experiment between me and him, and oh fuck him, I didn't think I'd like that smart ass, but now I'm fine with this, drinking this shitty wine, beer and coffee at my Uncle's place." Sakune ranted, opening the door the employee's room and raiding 4 mugs of brewed coffee.

"Psh, sure, I'm "The British One-Night-Stander" but, I'm not and I have a name, my name's Fletchy but not Johnny, don't call me Johnny, but Money, don't forget people have actual names and not nicknames."

"Also, I can side with you on the topic of hating smart ass people," Sakune took a sip of Coffee, sitting down on the Lobby Counter as Fletchy followed soon after.

"So you see Money, one time I had a one-night stand with a sexy scientist and dear Jesus save me for I did not expect her to be like this, she was irritating the fuck out of me with asking me questions about male anatomy, how I feel about woman and what's the best size, It felt like a fucking survey and it lasted for a damned 30 minutes straight!"

"30. Fucking. Minutes. Before. We. Screwed. It was a terrible one night stand experience, I'm rating it zero out of ten. I don't recommend it." Fletchy groaned as he snatched a filled coffee mug, drinking it up in almost one gulp.

"Oh shut the fuck up, don't act like a sissy, I don't fucking care about your one-night-stand experience, My hearing is abysmal sometimes, It can be fucking compared to my Great Grandfather."

"Oh by the way Johnny, I'm leaving the hotel after I do my basic routine crap today." Sakune then jumped off the counter, placing her mug carefully and walking back on over to the elevator.

"I do-wait you're leaving this place Money? As In leaving you're room?" Fletchy's eyes widened and sparkled as he also hopped off the counter, dashing over to Sakune quickly.

"Not permanently you dumb ass, I'm leaving for a few days and I'm handing my key to you for now, also one fucking rule you have to follow now that you have it on you." She turned around and threw the key to Fletchy, who couldn't catch in mid-air and instead just picked it off the ground.

"What is it Money?"

"You can't have one-night-stands with women in my room, that's the rule and don't come up with excuses like the girls are the ones who want it," Fletchy's eyes widened.

"What are they? Women obsessed with your looks and stupid sex drive?" Sakune Wheezed.

Fletchy was speechless.

"You're basically forcing me into Celibacy you know Money! I feel personally attacked by this as a gentleman of one-night stands!" Fletchy said in shock to Sakune's reasonable rule.

"That's a rule I set up just to trigger you when the time came Johnny, It's not my problem that you can't screw with women in my room. My name's also not Money, it's Sakune!"

"And you can stop being a guy with large sex drive for a few days, it's like a a few days at the end of NNN as the other guys say Johnny, no big problem for you at all!" Sakune laughed as she wiped tears from her eyes, actually walking into the elevator and smirking at Fletchy as she pressed the button of the 16th floor.

"M-Money, you traitor of friendship, I'll get you for this!" Fletchy yelled.

"Oh Johnny, I'm no traitor of friendship, just a surprisingly pain in the ass woman!" Sakune said as the elevator doors closed, leaving no time for Fletchy to make a counter back at Sakune, which made his anger swell up inside.

"Just when I'm broke enough and have no place to stay, she gives me her fancy place, but she's ruining my life even more by doing this and calling me by that irritating name!" Fletchy shouted.

"ARGHHH!" He yelled.

[But, something seemed off about Money today, something really off.]

"But I'm still complaining!"

FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [ROOM 206, 16TH FLOOR]
4:33 AM
MARCH 15 20XX

"Ah fuck, it got in my eyes!" She cursed, scrambling to turn the faucet on.

"Fuck oh Fuck, why does this always happen to me?" Sakune questioned herself, submerging her face into the water filled sink, causing water to go all over the place.

[See, this is why I hate using soap sometimes, I'd rather use old paint than this damnit.]

[But, it was always the option to go until my dipshit brother told me it ruins my face, but anyways..]

"B-aueh.." [Ah shit, water in my mouth.] Sakune thought as she spat out the water.

Sakune sighs.

"I have crap habits." Sakune said, wiping her mouth with a towel and looking at herself in the mirror soon after, seeing something that changed.

"What the absolute fuck, when did I get my hair curled up like this?" Sakune exclaimed, touching the new strange curled up hair she had on the right side of her head, almost covering her other eye.

"Also did I get hair extensions or some shit when I got absolutely drunk as fuck?"

"Ah shit, that's impossible, I'm not bipolar and it's probably an illusion anyways, heh." Sakune shrugged it off nervously, leaving the bathroom and walking over to the closet.

[But I do have shit opinions to say about the weird wine I found that the Cherony Es. something guy gave, It tasted like cherry too much and it kind of tasted a bit like metallic blood or straight up blood, though it's probably just my drunk imagination overworking.] Sakune thought, sliding the closet open to see that all her very explicit, Gothic and formal military clothes were all gone except for an outfit.

It was a slightly modified green high school uniform for males or commonly called Gakuran in japan, it was also a bit too large in size for Sakune to wear.

"The fuck?!" Sakune shouted.

"Where's my clothes? Did that shitty stalker take it when I wasn't looking?!"

"Ah Fuck, this is really bad, all that shit is too important to lose and more so the military uniforms, fucking hel-" Sakune scratched and pulled her hair in utterly exaggerated shock, tumbling onto the floor in the process and then..

The doorbell rang.

"Miss Tamaketsu, your daily requested breakfast and wine is here." The actual bellboy said with a low-pitched voice.

"W-wait a few fucking minutes, I'm go-going to open the door in a few fucking minutes you fucking bellboy!" Sakune said frantically as she quickly stood up, looking around frantically until she gulped and gave in to wearing the only outfit left.

The bellboy nodded and waited patiently for Sakune with hands on the silver trolley outside, watching other guests walk around or enter their rooms.

Then as the bellboy waited patiently, inside the room, Sakune quickly removed her wet clothes and somewhat slightly damaging them in the process as she grabbed the last outfit forcefully from the hanger, putting it on quickly and carefully as she panicked with visual fear in her eyes.

"I'm coming now, I'm fucking coming to the door now bellboy!" Sakune said as she quickly dashed to the door.

"Then Miss Tamake-" But Sakune opened it to accidentally trip on herself and land onto the bellboy who turned around to do he was supposed to do, thus making both of them fall into a weird position. Sakune's face was too close to the bellboy's face, her arse on the bellboy's crotch.

Silence ensued between the both of them.

For a long time.

Thus, the bellboy interrupted the awkward silence.

"Miss Tamaketsu, this is somewhat an...inappropriate position we are both in." The bellboy's face went red as a new shade of ripe tomatoes

Sakune's face went an even farther and newer shade of ripe tomatoes as she finally came to her senses.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry, I'm really fucking sorry so I'm going to l-leave now, go-goodbye!" Sakune quickly got off the bellboy and slowly walked away as the bellboy also stood up, still a new red shade of ripe tomatoes as they looked at Sakune.

"W-what about your br-breakfast Miss Tamaketsu?" The blushing bellboy blurted out.

"Did I stutter?" Sakune looked back the bellboy, still blushing.

"N-no Miss Tamaketsu.." The blushing bellboy muttered, twiddling around with his gloved hands nervously.

"L-let's not talk about this bellboy, ever, don't tell this to Johnny or else!" Sakune said as she pointed at the blushing bellboy, who simply nodded.

Then Sakune ran off to the elevator very quickly, going inside and pressing the basement parking lot button rapidly until the elevator closed.

FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [THE 1ST BASEMENT PARKING LOT]
5:07 AM
MARCH 15 20XX

Stepping out of the elevator, Sakune was no longer blushing, but was sighing of relief instead.

"It seems like my luck's getting even more worse as these days fucking pass on, ugh." She muttered, grabbing her car keys from her worn out leather bag that she managed to snatch from her room before coming to the basement parking lot.

"I'll just have to endure this shit until it stops, but I kind of fucking wish that dipshit would come back even though he said he wouldn't come back ever, it kinda fucking worries me really." Sakune sighed, pressing her car key to hear a loud beep sound come from somewhere within the basement parking lot.

"I'll just have to wait for him, he's probably off to London or whatever already." Sakune muttered to no one, wandering off in the parking lot until she found her supposed car, a no roof, maroon-colored sports car with cherries painted on both sides, a cherry air freshener and maroon colored seats.

"Is this really my fucking car?" Sakune stared at it.

"I think I might have pick pocketed someone's car keys accidentally. My car doesn't look like this, it's supposed to be a black Dozma car."

Sakune suddenly slapped her face and blinked, still seeing the absurd sports car.

"I'm thinking my body won't let me leave this stupid fucking dream because of my own ego." Sakune groaned, walking over to the car and opening the car door to the driver's seat, sitting inside and turning on the engine.

"I'd like the smell of fresh paint or alcohol rather than this damned cherry air freshener shit in this fucking car." Sakune deadpanned as she drove to the exit that had turns and spirals in it.

The Fanke & Johne Hotel really never changes it's ways with construction, Sakune thought lightly as she snorted and smiled softly.

THE F-21 POLICE STATION
5:07 AM
MARCH 15 20XX

[Makamura's a complete pain in the ass.] A woman wearing a silver monocle thought, staring at Makamura from far, far away with a glint of annoyance in their eyes.

[Shimada's logic can stop the stupidity of Makamura and Makamura messes with Shimada's sense of normal logic too much.] The woman who wore a silver monocle started to tap their fingers on their wooden desk.

[He annoys me to no end even if we never saw eye to eye properly, he kept making cold cases left and right for many years and I'm sick of that, sick of his attitude towards the deceased since I've shaked hands on him.] Veins started to appear on the woman's forehead, until..

"Oh, Good Morning Derry-san!" A young looking man who wore a light gray and dark blue sweater, black khaki pants and white shoes tapped on Derry's Shoulder from behind.

"Good Morning Narakami!" Derry answered back, turning her chair around to "smile" lightly at Narakami, but bottling up her annoyance and anger at Makamura.

"So, what were you looking at earlier, Derry-san?" Narakami asked curiously.

"Nothing really, I'm just listening to absurd rumors and gossips people have about some other people, like you." [No, I'm actually staring at that Cold Case Bastard Makamura.]

"Huh? Me?" Narakami pointed at himself.

Derry nodded.

"Some people think you're a twink because you keep acting all twink-ish around Makamura over there-" She pointed at Makamura who was messing around with Shimada. "-and another absurd rumor is that you're the one who keeps looting all the cherry donuts from every department here when everyone leaves, but it's just some absurd rumors some women or men spread, I'll never believe in those anyways." Derry sighed, grabbing a biscuit from a tray that was at her desk.

she crunched and ate the biscuit and a few seconds after she proceeded to grab more biscuits from the biscuit tray.

"O-Oh, well thank you for not believing any of those absurd rumors Derry-san, I'm glad another person doesn't believe in those absurd rumors." Narakami smiled nervously at Derry.

"No probem Nyarakame." Derry said, taking another big bite out of a biscuit.

[But just shoo away already Narakami, I'm eating biscuits because I don't want to use the truth that I was looking at Makamura and because I'm using it as purely for distracting you.]

Narakami wished he could correct Derry's mistake with his name, but he didn't because it was a slightly cute mistake. He smiled and waved goodbye, walking over to where Makamura and Shimada were to chat with them.

[But I'm also starting to believe that absurd rumor Narakami, I'm hoping you aren't a twink..]

THE FERISCHE MANSION [THE DINING ROOM]
8:16 PM
AUGUST 29 1866

Once again at the dining room, Helenn was eating pasta all by herself with Annalith on her side as company, who was silently watching over Helenn with a solemn look.

"Miss Ferry, do you wan to request a cup of tea?" Annalith asked.

"No I don't want tor request tea right now, I'm just a feeling a bit down on this day, John's been out training Arden these few days and they're spending less time around them.." Helenn sighed.

"Hmm, but couldn't you observe them from far away?" Annalith suggested.

"I could, but I would probably hinder both of them with my motherly chit-chat nonsense.."

"Oh well then Miss Ferry, what abo-" Several knocks from th door came, making the both of them look at it before Annalith came over to open it.

Then Arden and John entered, their clothes looking quite dirty from training.

They looked at each other before looking at Helenn.

Their stomachs growled.

Helenn snorted.

"Now, both of you sit down and eat with me, especially you Arden."

"Especially me?"

"I've noticed that you're skin's been getting paler and paler as each day passes, so I've specially made so much food today for you to eat to get healthy!" Helenn clasped her hands together happily.

"Ahh.." Arden smiled awkwardly at Helenn, walking over to the dining table and sitting down on one of the wooden chairs.

Soon followed John, who simply grinned as he fixed his glasses.

John grabbed a large serving of pasta, steak and ribs and slid it onto the table, sliding in front of Arden, who had his eyes up staring at the pile of food.

"Go and eat Arden, or else we can't do boxing anymore!" He smirked.

"O-okay.." Arden went and used his fork and stuck it in somewhere in the foodpile John gave him, carefully pulling it out like a brick in a Wenga game.

Apparently it was a large piece of steak with too much carrots embedded in it.

"U-uh.." He stared at it for a long time.

"Go on Arden, eat it." John said.

He gulped and took a bite out of it, munching on it and enjoying it.

"It's delicious ain't it? My cooking?" Helenn asked, smiling.

"Miss Ferry kept cooking and I couldn't stop her from doing it, it was tasty." Annalith interrupted tiredly.

"Well I can't de-"

"Yeouch!" Arden immediately spat it out and touched his mouth like it hurt.

"Hey Arden? Are you okay? Was Helenn's cooking really bad that you faked that it was tasty?" John asked concerned, with a glare from Helenn from the last question coming at him.

"I'm fine, my teeth just feels numb from eating the carrots..I think?"

"Arden open your mouth wide open." John ordered calmly.

"Honey why ar-"

"Helenn, please wait."

"H-huh? Okay...John." So he did.

John's eyes widened as Helenn gasped with Annalith in tow to follow.

"Is so-something wrong with my te-teeth?"

"M-my son, do you feel any pain in your neck?" John was Shook.

"Some sort of s-strange headache?" Helenn was Shook, hoping her little boy wasn't what she had feared.

Annalith felt deceived.

"Sudden urge to drink human blood?!" John asked frantically with fearful eyes, standing up to put his hands on Arden's shoulders to shake him up.

"W-What d-do y-you mean by that? I d-d-don't unde-r-understand what you're trying to s-say to me!" Arden stutteringly shouted.

"Are you a bloody vampire is my question Arden!" John's grip on Arden's shoulders became tighter.

"V-v-vampire!?" Arden was confused, why would he be of all people be confused for being a monster that had a possible fetish for blood?

"Of cours-"

*SLAM*

"John!" Helenn yelled as she stood up.

"Don't talk to our dear son like that!"

"Hone-"

"Don't Honey me!" Helenn interrupted.

"He's our bloody precious son, not one of those vampires you think actually exist John!"

"B-but, they do exi-"

"It's just a mere side effect after being alive once again John!"

"But, you're just denying it Hele-"

"I'm not denying it John!"

"It's just you thinking that monsters such as vampires exist!" She pointed her finger at him diagonally.

"The supernatural doesn't exist!" She shouted.

"Then what about Arden?" John tightened his grip more on Arden's shoulders as he narrowed his eyes at Helenn.

Helenn gritted her teeth.

"He's alive now, but paler day by day and for bloody hell sakes he's got fangs now Helenn!" He pointed it out.

She stiffened.

"I'm no religious or supernatural believing man, but I've encountered a group of vampires thrice before I married you Helenn! You've got to believe me!" John pleaded.

"I'll believe you when you unhand my son John. Or else I'm leaving you for another ma-"

"PLEASE STOP!" Arden interrupted as John's grip on him loosened up by the sudden interruption of Arden, who decided to slump onto the floor and roll over until he stood up when he had the chance, standing closer to Helenn than John.

Both of them looked at Arden with wide eyes.

"I don't want anyone here fighting or arguing here!"

"Both of you need to calm down and relax!" Tears were trickling down slowly on his face.

"O-oh..." They both awkwardly uttered, Helenn sat down back on the chair with a thump and John stood for a couple of seconds until his legs gave up and made him sit down back on his chair.

Arden rubbed away his tears with his hands, making his eyes look somewhat red-ish from the sudden crying and irritation of his eyes.

"I know I'm a boy that isn't su-supposed to exist anymore, I know I'm alive now...but, please don't accuse me of being a monster. I'm just a boy that became alive because of a...a sudden miracle to say, and one of you probably disagree with me right now."

"It was supposed to be normal dinner today, nothing more but a happy family dinner. But I've been...hiding these things-" He pointed at his fangs.

"-things I didn't realize when I came back to my room after training a few days ago."

"I d-don't know, where they came from, how it happened, but when I looked at myself in the mirror inside my room..."

"I couldn't see myself anymore. I couldn't see my face, my reflection and what I looked like!"

"Everything before that, ev-every mirror I looked at, every puddle I see myself in, sh-showed what I am." He fell onto his knees and looked at Helenn and John.

They were still speechless.

"I don't know why this happened, b-but please..don't accuse me of being a monster, don't tell anyone a-about this, just please don't." He pleaded with crying eyes.

"Wh-" John was once again interrupted.

"We..won't." Helenn promised Arden as she stood up once again, hugging Arden tightly as she quietly sobbed.

As for the one forgotten, Annalith had already ran out before Arden pleaded to be not called a monster to Helenn and John.

She misunderstood the situation and ran with the information, scared out of her mind as she ran and ran, running outside the mansion's door and onto the cold concrete of the sidewalk.

TERKEL FROTH STREET
8:16 PM
AUGUST 29 1866

She leaned onto the hard concrete wall that surrounded the mansion, slipping down slowly with no resistance as the people walking past the mansion gave her looks of small pity on what might of happened based on her appearance.

Damp maid clothes, muddy damaged shoes and leaves in her ginger hair, no one approached and tried to help her.

She broke into tears.

"Why!"

"Wh-why did this happen?"

"I've been waiting for the perfect chance to confess to him for years and-"

"-years, he was a jerk and pain in the arse to everyone but me and his parents, he would always give me sweet muffins, always tell me heroic stories about fighting evil monsters, evil vampires, but he always told me to wait!"

"I did!" She shouted, continuing to cry and sob as she spoke.

"I waited and waited for him to tell me to stop waiting, but then he started to change and his interest in me started to fade away, I wanted to confess to him already!"

"But, when I had a small drop of hope in my hands today, he just had to be a vampire!"

"He be-betrayed me!" She cried out, her face distorting as she cried more and more as the dim lamp posts went out, leaving only one by her and the mansion lit.

Then a shallow, almost shriveled up voice spoke out to her.

"Then do you want me to get revenge for you, Mon amour~?" She looked up and saw the man who spoke to her, in her narrowed crying eyes, she only saw a large blue blur.

"I..I want you to get me re-revenge, but ple-ease don't kill him.." She said.

"Then, Mon amour, I see you are hesitant in his demise, but do not fret Mon amour. I would bring him to the brink o at any cost but you of course, Mon amour~!" The man said all too joyfully she would say, but then the man's blurry face came too close to her face.

"As such Mon amour, I will now leave a pretty gift for you." The man said sweetly before kissing her on the lips, lasting for a full minute until she had fainted.

"Au revoir, Mon amour, Je ne te quitterais jamais." Thus the man disappeared into darkness as the last lamp post dimmed and burned out.

[||CHAPTER SEVEN END||]