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A maid woke up at 5:30 the next morning and told us to get cleaned up and changed into the clothes that had been selected for us.

Once more, I pampered myself in the bathroom, this time also blow drying my hair and styling it a bit. I figured if the old perv didn't want us to use this stuff, he wouldn't have put it in the bathroom. The maid had handed me the clothes before I went in, but I hadn't paid attention before. Now I looked at them and was torn between crying and getting pissed off.

The black leather skirt was short, a black halter top that exposed a bit of my stomach. And then there was the boots. The shoes were stilettos. I swear to god, the heels were 4 inches high. God kill me now. Please.

Back at home, I used to become self-conscious in a tee-shirt and shorts. My preferred style was simply baggy jeans, Nike's and a baggy sweatshirt, and even then I felt nervous.

This was very close to hell.

But, I didn't have a choice, so I tentatively got dressed, trying to avoid looking in the mirror the whole time. It's really difficult to do that, let me say that much.

When I got out, Savanna was already dressed; she'd been taken to a different bathroom than the one that was attached. Someone had chosen an open shouldered sundress a pale lilac color. It was frilly at the edges of the hem, and it was about the same length as my skirt, with white lace insets on the bodice. She was just putting on these strappy white heels that boosted her height by about two inches.

In the pale light, I saw that her collar was a dark purple. It contrasted well with her skin, but blended in with what gold was in her hair. I touched my own carefully, and then avoided looking at hers head on. They were reminders that we weren't even considered people anymore.

"Do you need help?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and then leaning against the door frame.

"No, I got it," she protested, standing up and wobbled, taking a few tentative steps forward. "This is gonna take some getting used to." She wobbled but continued walking.

"I think that you look good." I told her, she shuddered.

"You look like sin incarnate, Envy." I laughed at the play on my nickname.

"I shiver to think of who thought up these outfits." I admitted to her, she shuddered right along with me.

An older maid knocked, then entered the room. Her cold eyes surveyed us and looked us over stiffly, before informing us that we were to leave with Lord Ichio immediately,

Savanna gripped my wrist as we followed her downstairs. I was certain she couldn't see; one of her eyes was blind, and the other wasn't in good shape either. Right now, she was probably almost unable to see completely.

As we went down the front, and final, staircase, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "are you scared?"

Then I saw Ichio, watching us, his superior eyes making me angry on site.

"Hell no."

The car ride was ridiculously long: Ichio never took his off us, and I stared moodily out the window as Savanna dozed. The trip was made all the worse because he refused to call us by our names (which he knew, dammit), but by the ID given to us in the slave ring. Altogether it didn't make for a pleasant ride.

The window of the black limo were tinted so dark that it was almost impossible for me to tell what time it was, and it was even harder to tell the scenery. My eyesight isn't the best; I can see, but I can't read stuff that's far away without my glasses.

However, by the time the car stopped, I was almost asleep to; you try falling asleep in a place where the bouncers aren't averse to taking what they want in the dark.

Anyway, getting off topic, the car pulled to a stop.

"I'll return shortly: make yourselves presentable." He gestured to the console in the middle of our seat, and then he exited the car like nothing had happened.

"Ass," I hissed, I woke Savanna up. She cursed me out for a minute, and then we started going through the console.

"Ugh, he's just trying to torture us." I moaned, staring in horror at the tubes and packets of high end makeup.

"There's no way I'm wearing this junk." Savanna protested, pulling them out and setting them on the seat like they were made of contaminated material.

"I second that opinion fully." I confirmed, before digging farther down. We settled for brushing our hair again, since it had been awhile and they'd become kind of flat.

"Raven?" Savanna asked quietly, I paused and took a glance at her.

"Yeah?"

Savanna's lips were pressed into a grim line, and she looked a bit sick. "Are we going to die?"

I stared at her in shock. "What?"

"Do you think that Ichio is going to kill us? I mean, why-"

"Why would the old bastard bother giving us all this expensive junk if he was just gonna kill us?" I demanded incredulously; not that I didn't put it past the old monster…

"Maybe he's in a cult? Like, maybe we're the sacrifices, and he's just-" I held up a hand before firmly grasping her shoulders and meeting her dead in the eye.

"Savvy, please don't take this the wrong way, but what manga have you been reading?" She blushed and shrugged off my grasp, then looked down at the ground.

"Tactics." She admitted, and I burst out laughing, in spite of myself.

"As much as I love you, Savvy, that's probably the stupidest idea ever…next to Keeping Up with the Kardashian's. Anyway, all this stuff is way to expensive just to be wasted on a couple of slaves that are gonna die anyway."

"Maybe he's going to eat us?" She asked timidly. "And anyway, where in the hell are we?"

"You said Japan."

"Where in Japan, though." She snapped, and I sighed, leaning back.

"Okay, give me a minute. We're in Japan yeah? What's going in…" my mind rapidly clicked away, going over what I'd caught about Vampire society happening in Japan, which wasn't much. There's a longstanding agreement to stay the fuck away between vampires of different countries. It's like, an unspoken rule to preserve game and territory. "There can't be too much…" I kept thinking, going over what I'd heard, until- "Hell!" I spat, sitting up. Savanna stared at me. "I think I know where we are."

"Don't keep me in the dark! I'm more freaked out than you." She protested.

"Cross Academy." I told her darkly.

"What the hell-"

The door opened, and Ichio ordered us gruffly to get out, and I did, carefully. Moving around in this skirt was like an Olympic event (seriously, who thinks that sprinting in heels for a shoe sale should be an Olympic sport? Message me about your thoughts!), as I was trying to avoid a Britney Spears' incident (although in this case, I had panties on), and at the same time, trying not to get a sprained ankle from the shoes.

I took one look at Ichio and back down immediately, like an animal with it's wind up. Storms were visible in his unfeeling eyes. Black aura practically surrounded him and I shivered. Something had happened, and he would take it out on us without hesitating.

Savanna almost fell flat on her face as she followed me out of the car, and we hurried to keep up with him. I offered my hand to her but she shook her head. I shrugged and then gasped in surprise at the building.

The damn thing looked like a mansion; my God, it was gorgeous! Marble columns, Grecian windows, arches! It was an architect's dream come true and then there was the lawn. This place smelled rich.

But at the same time, it loomed over us; a beast crouching, ready to spring on unsuspecting prey. We were heading into a den of snakes. A couple of half humans, going amongst a bunch of blood suckers, and one of them was a Pureblood.

Wonderful.

Okay, I thought, you can find a way out of this. Keep calm and your eyes open. Dad…

Dad

I pushed the images away; they were too painful right now. I would not show weakness to this monster. Dad taught you well.

"You will not speak until spoken too." Ichio growled suddenly, and I bit back a comment.

I really didn't trust myself to answer at present.

The door opened, and I was nearly knocked back at the sudden smell of leeches that hit me. I choked, my throat closing on me. The smell in here was sickly sweet, but almost sour, like face powder that's been left out too long. My mother hadn't smelled that way; she'd always smelled like what I picture summer would. It was a warm smell; soft, earthy and bright. But then, maybe it was only because I'd been around her my whole life.

The hall was empty, but dark, candles lit everywhere, casting more shadows rather than shedding light. Savanna gripped my wrist suddenly; I detached myself, and then held her hand calmly. I could see well enough to tell that her posture was rigid, her eyes darting around nervously.

"Grandfather!" A bright voice exclaimed brightly from up on the landing as someone came running. "I thought…!" The sunny voice paused and then trailed off as a tall boy with bright blonde hair and eyes so green I could see them from here, "…that you were leaving." He finished cautiously.

"I'd almost forgotten the other reason that I came to visit; it's a private matter, concerning you and Kaname. I'd like to speak with you both privately about it." How could he be so calm?

"I'm sure that he won't protest. At present we're the only ones in. He ordered everyone to go back to class. If you'd just wait here, I'll go get him." Then he darted off, back into the dark.

I thought about him idly, out of boredom. He'd called old man Ichio 'Grandfather', meaning that had to be Takuma. He hadn't made much of a name for himself as of yet, really, but that didn't happen to Vampires until they'd reached adulthood, so it wasn't too unusual.

I shifted around on my feet, wishing there was something to do. Really, what's up with the whole waiting thing? Everyone is so rude…

Someone was walking down the hallway, a door closed, very quiet whispers that didn't carry as they got closer to the stairs. I tensed expectantly; one of them was a Pure blood, the other was Ichijo.

"I'd expected you to leave Ichio. What is this business?" Ichio bowed low, and I repressed a snort of disgust.

"Lord Kaname, forgive me for interrupting your work twice this evening. But it came to my attention that I was unable to attend your birthday gala several months ago, and as my dear Grandson's birthday is approaching also (A/N: I have no clue about the birthday thing, I'm taking a random guess. If someone does know, however, post it), and I found several things that would be…gratifying for the both of you." Realization dawned on me, and I involuntarily took a step back.

He can't honestly mean…

"These two are for you. Rare beings, who by chance happened to catch my eye." Savanna gasped, and I held her hand so tight I vaguely worried I might break her fingers.

"Grandfather you didn't…"

"Your first slaves."

You know that moment when you've been hit so hard you don't even realize it for those first few split seconds? And then it's like supernova's burst and all the connections in your brain have just been does with a hard case of Monster on each and every fucking one? Yeah, that's exactly what I was feeling after Ichio said that.

I guess, until that moment, I didn't realize that I had no rights in society anymore. I wasn't a person in their eyes. It only hit, though, when I was given away like a piece of trash.

"A slave?" the Pure blood, the one that Ichio had called Lord Kaname, repeated. Was that the tiniest piece of astonishment in his voice? Takuma looked ill.

"Yes. #13EV and #65YW, although they will answer to whatever you tell them their names are." And that was the last straw.

"That's a lie." I hissed, Ichio's glare would've turned anyone else into ash, but I met his stare down with a death glare of my own. "I won't answer to anything but my given name, damn it." Savanna had let go of my hand and they were now balled into fists at my sides as I trembled with fury.

"You will be silent." Ichio barked.

"You will go to hell!" He hit me so hard upside the head all I remembered was stumbling back into Savanna.

Savanna's POV

I barely caught Raven, as she blacked out from the hit. I stumbled back but remained in balance as the blonde came running down the stairs.

"Unfortunately they haven't been taught manners or respect." Ichio hissed, and here is where I lost it.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're a fucking monster!" Ichio's face clouded with rage, and I stumbled back, dragging Raven's body along the floor.

"Grandfather!" the blonde shouted, I stared and realized he'd been ready to strike, but a thick, terrifying aura surrounded us.

"You've no right to attack other guests, Ichio. I suggest that you please leave. Thank you for your concern about our…gifts. We'll take responsibility for them from here." Ichio's arm twitched, before he put it down, mumbled some apology and left.

I let out a shuddering sigh and slowly sank down to the floor as my chest heaved painfully.

"Are you alright?" The blonde asked immediately as Kaname came down the stairs steadily.

"Yeah, just…a bit scared."

"You've nothing to fear from us; I'm Takuma, and that's Kaname Kuran. I'm so sorry-" I stared down at Raven's face and patted it slightly, then slapping it.

She groaned and opened her eyes slowly, looking way more then a bit dazed.

"What happened?" She asked, blinking.

"You just got your ass kicked by Ryuk's ugly brother." She laughed slowly, like she didn't quite get it. Takuma, however, burst out laughing like a lunatic.

"How's your head?"

"How do you think? Do you know how many times that bastard has hit me? It seems like he always nails the same spot, too. Oh, did you know that if yo hit someone in the back of the head it won't bruise?" I'd seen Ray trip out before (she doesn't do drugs, but her thought processes get her high it seems, sometimes), but this was way different.

"You can get a concussion, though." Kaname said dryly, approaching and observing us quietly. His garnet eyes took us in calmly without judging, unlike Ichio's.

"Oh, I know that much. I'm tired…" I tried to hold it in, but all the stress from the day finally got to me. The absurdity of the statement let loose a bray of laughter from my part that made a serene smile grace her face (SN: Hey that rhymes!)

Hi this is Savanna. as you know my friend Envy wrote this so I give Credit where credit is due. Read and review!