Hello everyone!
I realized that I haven't added any author's notes in yet and, since this is a long chapter, I thought this would be a good opportunity.
First of all, thank you so much to everyone who has read or reviewed my story so far, I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to do that!
Also, I wanted to say that so far, I have a couple of other chapters of this story hidden away for now, but the characters I have set up to be potentially paired with Miku so far are Kaito, Baito, and possibly Piko. If anyone has any pairings that they would like to see let me know and I will consider adding them to the story :).
To be honest, the fact that I'm still a little unsure about where this is heading is the main reason why I have the rating I do. In case any character go a little crazy or I end up adding a bit of violence I don't want anyone too caught off guard by it. However, I will say that I am not going to have any lemon or smut for this fanfic, so keep that in mind.
Bye for now, ~Glasswings
Miku slips out of her shoes, placing them neatly beside one of the chairs, her bare feet padding softly over to the large bed. Gingerly, she pulls up her skirts and sinks into the mattress. Her hands smooth out the lavender cloth as she gazes around the room.
A pale moonlight begins to peek through the lavender drapes, but in all of the excitement Miku doesn't feel tired. She can't help but glance back at her door, wondering what Baito could be doing all alone out there a.
With all of her thinking, she still hasn't decided what to think about these people- the vampires, in one moment they seem sweet and polite, but in the very next they are ravenous and demanding, acting as though I am nothing more than a container for their favorite food.
How am I supposed to take this anyway? I thought that vampires were nothing more than legends told to con fearful nobles and small villages out of their money. . .it's all a political scam really, at least, that's what my tutor taught me. . .
Pale fingers clutch the sheets as she leans back, letting her teal twintails spill out around her as she gazes up at the ceiling. Miku doesn't have to think long however, before her door opens.
With a start Miku pushes herself up, looking wide-eyed at the vampires crowding into the doorway. Kaito steps forward, shooting the others warning looks.
Although his brothers and the Kagamines look displeased, they quickly disperse, leaving Kaito alone to shut the door behind him and drift towards the girl on the bed.
Miku tries to meet his deep blue gaze, "Kaito-San, did you find out what is going on?"
Kaito doesn't quite look her in the eyes, his gaze locked onto something else, "Yes. It appears that you are to live here, with us, and attend the school. I'm not yet entirely certain as to why, but that hardly matters now."
"What? Why not?"
"Because, your blood smells so sweet! A gentle, calming aroma with some sort of musty or woody undertones- like a rose! It's calling out to me."
Miku's eyes widen, "W-what? N-no, stay away!"
Kaito ignores her, catching her wrists in his firm grip and pressing her back against the bed, leaning on top of her as he tilts his head, bringing his mouth down and touching his tongue to her throat.
Miku attempts to struggle, but his grasp combined with his weight on her is too much for her to move and her eyes squeeze sharply shut as Kaito's fangs slide into her creamy skin.
She winces with the pain as he draws her blood into his mouth, but after a moment she relaxes, there's really nothing else I can do against his strength at the moment, and the pain recedes slightly. Kaito's own eyes widen slightly as he pulls his fangs from her flesh, pressing his lips to her skin once and muttering to himself, "So delicious. . ."
Miku's eyes open as he pushes himself off, looking down at her sternly, "Don't resist so much. This is my right. Never forget, I was the one who found you, so your first loyalties are towards me. I have no use for disobedience, and if you fail to follow me I will kill you."
The teal-haired girl looks stunned at his sudden change in character. She had thought that he at least, was kinder and less aggressive than his brothers, but perhaps she had misread him after all.
Unable to say anything in response, the blue-haired man leaves without looking back, withdrawing from her and leaving her feeling even more alone and confused in this enormous, cold stone castle.
The faint rays of early morning sunlight peer through the curtains to light Miku's face. Slowly, her eyes flicker open and a small smile decorates her lips as she pushes herself up to admire the sun.
In a flash, all of last night's memories flood her brain and she bites her lip nervously. Clenching her hands determinedly, she shakes the worry from her thoughts, no! There has to be a reason why I'm here. . . even theses aggressive vampires must have shown up with a purpose.
Why should I satisfy their image of a glass doll? What good is that doing? No, it's better to face the day with determination, that's the only way to keep moving forward in situations like this!
With that stubborn thought, Miku rises from her bed, paying no mind as the edges of the wispy pink gown draping her frame trail along the ground. She pauses in front of a gilded mirror to frown at her mussed hair, when her eyes lock on to a pair of calm, crimson hues.
Miku spins around, not in fright, but in irritation, "Oh! Please, can't I have a moment to myself this morning?"
Akaito's grin widens hugely in surprised amusement, "Hmph! Well, that's a bit rude don't you think, little dove?
Miku raises a delicate teal eyebrow, "Pardon me, but aren't you the one who came into a lady's bedroom in the morning without so much as a knock?"
The redhead rises, stretching his arms over his head and ruffling his hair, "You were so much more tentative yesterday! What happened to make you change so suddenly, strange little Miku-dove?"
With a swish of her nearly ankle-length teal hair, Miku tilts her head, "A woman can't afford to be overly gentle around aggressive men like you."
Akaito lets out a deep laugh, "All too true, but dove, didn't you know? It's more fun when you resist!"
In a flash of movement the fiery man has an iron grip on Miku's arms, leaning in swiftly to press his sharp fangs into her soft skin. Miku bites back a gasp as she feels the painful draw for the second time in twenty-four hours.
After a moment, Akaito pulls away, licking his lips curiously, ". . . you're much. . . sweeter, than I expected, dove."
Miku presses a finger to her neck daintily, looking up to meet his vermilion eyes with sharp teal ones, "I have a name, Akaito-San, and it certainly isn't 'dove'."
Akaito laughs again, shaking his head and heading for the window with a jaunty wave, "Little dove, around here you won't just get called by your name off the bat, you have to earn it first," with a darkly amused smile, he flings open the wide windows and casually jumps from the edge.
Despite herself, Miku's feet rush her to the windows, her slender hands gripping the edge of the sill as she peers down at the neatly manicured lawn. To her surprise, the fiery man is already moving away in lithe strides, like a big cat, clearly unconcerned with his little two-story drop.
Miku blinks, then frowns at herself, he appears to be perfectly fine. . . and just a moment, weren't vampires supposed to burn in the sun?
Narrowing her teal eyes suspiciously, she sighs softly, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Just yesterday I didn't even know vampires existed. . . I shouldn't be assuming anything about their powers. I wonder though, if they have any weaknesses?
With a calculative spark flashing in her large eyes, she turns from the windows, quickly crossing the room to snatch up a large brush, dragging it carefully through her long hair and dropping it back on the dresser to rummage in her travelling bag for a clean dress.
Not a moment into her search however, a round-faced maid knocks at her door before pushing it open tentatively, "Miss? Pardon me, I was told to bring you your school uniform."
Miku rises from her bag to eye the neatly folded bundle, "Why is that?"
The maid blinks once, "Master Kaito informed me that you are to attend school starting today."
"What?! So early?"
"Yes, miss," the maid pushes the bundle into Miku's arms, "it is the first day of school for the year, it wouldn't do for you to be absent, even with your late arrival."
Miku frowns slightly, "Oh, of course, thank you."
The maid bows respectfully and pulls the door closed, but Miku is already distracted, glancing out her windows towards the large, sprawling stone building resting on the wide, green lawn.
Moving behind a folding curtain to change, Miku bites her lip again, I wonder what sort of place that school is? What do they learn there?
As she smooths out the red corseted bodice trimmed with black lace and ending in a skirt a few inches above her knees. Fingers absently pull on the black thigh-high socks. Her feet tuck themselves into ankle-length black leather boots lacing up at the front, she tugs gently at the sleeves brushing her wrists.
Miku moves to glance at her reflection in the mirror, well, I suppose it looks alright at least.
She smiles once at her reflection, snatching a few tiny black hair clips from her bag to pin her hair in an elegant, messily waving ponytail. The loose curls brush her waist, her bangs framing her face softly as she spins on her heel, pulling open her door and bounding down the hall, somewhat cheered by the prospect of learning beside peers.
I've never actually been to school before! As the only daughter of a well-off family, I was always brought tutors, so I never really got the chance to learn around people my age. . . i hope this will be a good experience!
A bright, hopeful smile lights Miku's features as she makes her way down the maze of halls, her heart skipping happily, see? Maybe this won't be so bad after all!