Hollowed bones and empty veins kept her primal and ravenous. Anyone who spotted her would assume her a lowly ex-human already in the grasp of madness. Her whitish hair had fallen in clumps exposing patches of her scalp and her naked form was as bony as a skeleton - her skin almost translucent with how deprived her body was. With heavy steps, she trudged through the underground corridor, overrun with vegetation and filled with darkness.

Grasping at the sprouted green leaves, she followed the scent that permeated through the walls. Even in this pitifully depraved state, she recognised the spiced chocolate scent—the scent of her eternally loyal servitor. The thirst that clung to her throat like sand at the sweet smell was unbearable. Her skin tingled and burned as she kept imagining how refreshing just one drop of this blood would be.

Unsurprisingly, the wards of the Kuran Manor let her pass through easily. She was after all the mother of all Kurans. As old as the vampire race. It was she who made this house what it is. From their severely out-of-norm abilities and their sovereignty, it was all her doing. She had had help of course— but in her insanity-addled mind, rational thoughts didn't form.

With a deafening sound as she crossed into the manor through a thick old cloth-layered wall, her screeches made her presence known to the only two occupants of this estate. Light and quick footsteps resounded from above her and as she looked from her position on the lower floor, long reddish brown hair appeared in her vision. However, that was not the brunette she had her mind set on.

These minutes where she trudged through the manor, bumping into vases and walls and whatnot, felt like days to her. When Kaname came into her field of vision, eyes wide with shock and dumbfoundedness, she attacked. She jumped and hooked one leg on his shoulder and the other at his waist, grabbing his head with both hands and pulling it to the side by the hair to expose his neck. Her fangs ripped through the flesh of his neck, crimson liquid sprouting from his veins to the walls, floor, his clothing, and the mad woman clinging to him.

As soon as the shock of the scene left her, Yuki pulled her former staff out of its confines and pummeled forward to hook her scythe into the 'Level E' attacking Kaname. To her surprise, the scythe's blade pushed away from the Level E , as if not wanting to even brush against its skin. She resorted to trying to pull the ex-human away from Kaname and succeeded. As the creature crawled towards Kaname, she raised her scythe, ready to plunge the tip into the creature at their feet.

"YUKI STOP!" Kaname's command froze her mid-swipe.

Still trembling, Kaname watched as the vampire crawled to him and grabbed his leg before planting her fangs into his shin through his pants. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest with how fast it was beating. He was gulping air but it was of no use; he could not find his breath. Tears burned at the edges of his eyes and streamed down his face to mingle with the blood coating his neck.

Surely, Yuki thought Kaname had gone mad as she watched him cradle the now unconscious Level E; she thought it drunk on Kaname's divine blood. He had pulled the feminine form to face level and bawled — actually bawled. He rocked back and forth as he mumbled under his breath, russet eyes wide with stupefaction.

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Yuki's eyes remained locked on the heavy wooden doors before her. Kaname's harsh order to keep out was painful to and confusion swam in her mind. She couldn't understand what madness had taken hold of her brother. He had rushed to bring the ex-human to the nearest room and prevented her from even entering the had then proceeded to lock himself in. That had been hours ago.

Why was Kaname doing this?

Inside, Kaname held onto a thin wrist tightly with one hand; the other hand was held in place by Shinsa's fangs as she drank him dry. Her body was slowly replenishing, her skin had already lost that greyish hue from before. Would she stop before killing him or would she selfishly take all he had to give? Only because she knew he would give it to her?

Somewhere deep inside both Ancestors, the link that had kept Kaname bound to Shinsa for centuries stirred awake. The bond solidified with each blood platelet of his going into Shinsa's veins. All those years together came back into the forefront of his mind like a wrecking ball almost breaking his mind to pieces.

As the hours passed, even Kaname's body staggered as it couldn't replenish the blood as fast as he was losing it. His eyes drooped and he slumped on the armchair but kept his wrist firmly over Shinsa's lips. When he couldn't hold to consciousness anymore, his body glided down the chair to the ground, wrist ripping from where fangs had gripped his flesh.

At the lost of the warm delicious source of blood, Shinsa's eyes snapped opened to reveal deep cognac several seconds, the lag that plagued her seemed to dissipate and she shot up from where she laid. The layers of bedsheets and covers trailed down her now replenished and volumptuous form.

Pale skin as soft as silk, cinched waist, reddish lips and eyes framed by thick silvery lashes, Shinsa looked like a goddess. She stood in front of a full-body mirror admiring herself. Long ago, she had mostly seen herself in the reflection of still water;all blurry and colours not as vibrant. But now, she could see why she was worshipped by so many. Her eyes brushing over Kaname's slumped form made her pose in her self-admiration.

With her silvery hair trailing on the rug, she went to his side and kneeled, observing his face. He was still as handsome as ever, albeit a bit pale. A small teasing smile made her fangs poke from her lips. Pushing the armchair away, she laid him on his back and climbed on him, settling over his thighs. She knew just the way to wake him up.