A loud chime emits from the school building, marking both the end of after school activities, and the end of the school week. The medium-sized group of students that stayed behind begins to flood into the front courtyard. This group includes me and two of my friends- Luka and Miku. We walk outside side-by-side, our books and bags in our arms. Miku and Luka are discussing something about music class, I think. I'm not really paying attention. My mind is fixated on the setting sun. I still manage to walk along with them.
"…Rin…Hey, Rin…you with us?"
I quickly turn to Luka. Her long pink hair is tied into a low ponytail, her eyes staring at me with worry. Luka is older than me by two years, give or take a few months. I sometimes thought of her as an older sister figure.
"..Oh... Sorry about that." I let out somewhat of a nervous chuckle. "So…what were we talking about?"
"Well-"
"Luka and I were thinking that we could all study at her place tonight, for the test on Monday." Miku quickly butts in. Luka nudged the aqua-haired girl.
"I was going to say that. Anyways, you up for it Rin?"
"It does sound like fun…" I trail off. Miku huffs.
"..But you're gonna ditch us like you do every night, aren't you?"
I blush slightly and sigh.
"…Well?"
"…I MIGHT come over, It really all depends…"
"On what? Rin, you always ditch us when we plan anything during the night. We still don't know where you go exactly." Luka glares while Miku crosses her arms. I twiddle my fingers for a moment, looking down. I begin to stutter.
"..Well…Luka, it's…very important, and…I kinda can't say and… well-"
'Come to me, My Doll.'
I freeze.
"…Well what?" Miku urges me on.
"..A-ah…"
'Rin….Come to me…'
"I…I have to go!" And without much warning, I dart for the front gate, leaving my friends in shock. I can hear them both calling to me, but I can't go back. Someone much more important is calling for me.
His call always does this to me. I can't disobey his commands, no matter how hard I try. And every night, that fact found me running through the streets of the city, taking shortcuts through alleys, hurrying to where he was. Pretty much every time he called for me, he would be in the same place - An old abandoned house near the edge of the city. That was his 'home' I guess, for a lack of a better word.
Getting there isn't too bad. Both my school and apartment are no more than a ten minute walk away. Of course, I always ran which made the trip about five minutes. The path leading to the house is shaded, making it hard to see at night. Trees had grown overhead, creating a canopy effect. The last rays of sunlight pierce the few holes in the nature-created roof. Some leaves on the ground rustle under my school shoes as I run. The house was just at the end of the path.
Now, the house isn't in too bad condition. For the most part, it looks like every other house. The only difference being that the windows and doors have been boarded up. The lawn isn't in good of condition, either. I take careful steps as I make my way to the front door. It seems to be nailed shut with boards, but I know better. I look around before setting my books and bag down into the overgrown grass. Without much effort, I turn the knob and the door opens. The boards were nailed to the door, but not to the surrounding wall, making it still useable.
Picking up my books, I head into the entryway. I try to catch my breath after running the entire way. After a moment, I close the door behind me. In the entryway, there are three paths - A hallway towards the left, and two staircases. One leads upstairs, the other down into the basement. I descend the basement stairs, his command still in effect.
Once at the bottom, I run into an old door. But the door's knob has been replaced with a solid gold one. One of his touches. It was fairly dark, but it still shined slightly. I quickly dig into my bag, extracting a key. The key as well was gold. It also didn't really look like a modern key. The top was intricately designed- it resembles a pointed club shape. And in the middle, a tiny diamond-shaped jewel, dyed truly red… But I have grown accustomed to seeing it every night. I stick the key into the small lock under the doorknob. A swift turn to the right unlocks the door, it popping open slightly. Putting the key away, I slowly slip in.
Unlike the hallway, the room isn't completely black – there are a few candles here and there. The room is fairly big, different parts assigned different uses. A sitting area, a book area, a wardrobe…And a giant Victorian-style bed, with a rather large canopy. And there he sits, staring off in the opposite direction.
I quickly bow, staring straight at the ground. I can sense when he turns to look at me, when his deep red eyes lock on to me. Even though I can't see him, I know that he's smiling. He always does.
"…Good evening, My Doll…"
"…Good evening…Master Len."
I stand back up, looking at him. His head is being help up by his right arm, which in turn rested on his knee. He's smiling, just as I knew he would be, with a shut mouth. Master's short, dirty blonde hair was held back into a low ponytail with a red ribbon. He was wearing what he considered to be his sleeping clothes – An old, white button down shirt and black pants. Master chuckles slightly, ushering me over to the bed with his free hand. I quickly walk over, sitting down beside him. His height is just a few centimeters over my own.
Master carefully lifts his head up, using his hand to caress my cheek. Once I feel his long nails against my skin, I look down blushing.
"Heh…My cute little Doll. Are you doing well tonight?" His voice sounds young and sweet, yet still powerful.
"Yes, I'm doing fine Master." I answer, and then look up. "Are you hungry?"
He carefully brings his face closer to mine, closing his eyes.
"Starving~"
Master continues to move in, forcing me to lean back onto some nearby pillows. I can feel more heat beginning to radiate from my face. I gently lay my hand on his chest, pushing back slightly.
"Ah...please, wait."
He sits back upright, staring at me a bit confused. I rise as well, my blush decreasing. I wait a second, before reaching down and pulling my school shirt off above my head. Master continues to watch with that adorable confused expression. I throw my shirt to the other side of the bed, leaving my lace bra as my only upper body covering. I giggle and blush again.
"Heheh…This is my last clean school shirt…and I don't really feel like doing laundry tonight…" I lean back onto the mound of pillows. Master pauses before smirking.
"I wouldn't make a mess…And you should know by now that I try to savor every single drop."
He leans over me again, his face positioned at my neck. I turn my head to make it easier for him. His hand makes its way to the crick of my neck, softly rubbing it. I hear him sigh. Master moves up for a moment, his lips now pressed to my ear.
"Thank you for the meal…"
I let my eyelids relax, and close my eyes. I can feel him move back down to my neck, his lips now gently kissing my skin. After a few kisses, I feel him open his mouth. I know exactly what to expect. Master rubs his fangs against my neck before letting them slowly sink in. I breathe in sharply. Even though he had been doing this every night for a few years, the sensation still stung. My body tenses up for a moment, but quickly relaxes as he begins to suck. I open my eyes partly, staring off into space.
I had gotten used to the feeling of my blood being drained from my body, but it still makes me weak. I breathe in again as he pulls out, feeling myself trembling a bit. Master then reaches his arm around my waist, holding me up. He grabs my hand and holds it out as he licks the bite wound he made. I try my hardest to stay conscious.
"My sweet little Doll…" He whispers into my skin, "…So delicious."
"P-Please….Master…Don't say that…"
"Ah, forgive me…"
"…It's…It's okay, M-Master…Anything for you…" My voice is unsteady.
"Rin…did I take too much? You sound weaker than usual…"
"N-no…It's fine…I'm…I've got a bit of stress from school, so that's…also…making me tired."
Master stops, and gives me a look of concern.
"..Tomorrow is Sunday, isn't it? You have no school…stay here and rest."
"Ah…Well…I really shouldn't, I've got a test to study for…"
"…"
I regain enough energy to sit up on my own. Master lets go of me, still seeming to be worried. He sighs and stands up from the bed.
"…At least...stay here until you're strong enough to walk. Then you can go." Master begins to head over to the wardrobe, leaving me on the bed. I let my finger run across my neck. The wound has already healed. We both remain silent as he begins rummaging through the wardrobe. Master pulls out his usual pinstripe vest, and another red ribbon. As he put them on, Master managed to strike up a conversation with me again.
Every night was like this for the most part. Once Master Len was fed, we'd talk for a while about things. Any things. If Master was human, he'd be around my age most likely- 14. So I find it pretty easy to talk with him. I also help to keep him updated with the human world, since he doesn't go out much, even at night. It's nice.
About an hour passes before Master Len lets me leave. I quickly bow before leaving, and go the way I came. Just the normal nightly routine.
