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You sat straighter in your seat, your mother was softly singing along to whatever was playing in the radio and your dad was focused on driving, however, you noticed the smallest hints of a small on his face.

You were moving into a new town on the outskirts of Ushinawareta. Your father had decided it would be a great idea to see a new scenery, after the tragic death of your grandma and your aunt, two months ago.

Ushinawareta was a small but nice town, full of nice people, and not too far from Tokyo, your father had told you.

Your mother had been the most affected, having lost her sister and her mother in one night. The cause of death had always been ambiguous—if you're honest, you really didn't know what had happened. It was an extremely touchy subject.

However, the prospect of a new life filled you with excitement. You heart felt warm, just like this hot summer day. Everything was going well and everything should've been going even better.

Thinking about the past, when you were happy, actually hurts more than looking at your current situation.

Your face frowned in confusion, "Nobara, are you okay ?" You didn't really understand what she was telling you, but what alarmed you the most was how panicked and worried she looked, you instantly wanted to help her. "If there's danger, we can go to the police—"

"No !" She exclaimed, her eyes suddenly going a more warm, orange color instead of her usual chocolate brown before calming down, however you didn't notice that. "Everything but the police. Are you doing this on purpose ? Don't you know—" she paused to watch you clearly, before her face morphed into one of realization, "Oh. You don't know."

"Know what ?"

"Seriously ? You literally got bitten."

Bitten ? When ? By what ?

To say that you were confused was an understatement. At that moment, you felt lost. Not knowing how to deal with it, you simply put it in the back of your mind, trying to rationalize, to tell yourself that Nobara didn't like you—for some unknown reasons—and that she probably just wanted to annoy you.

Yes, that was logical enough, that was something you could understand, that you could digest.

Nobara seemed to have sensed the change in your demeanor and sighed. "Never mind then, I'm just wasting my time here." She pressed her thumb and index on her temple, slowly massaging it. "Just—lock your window and be careful, okay ?" She let go of your shoulders and you nodded, not entirely sure of how you should react. She was being weirdly ominous, like she knew something you didn't, and it wasn't the first time you'd gotten this feeling. Her way of talking reminded you of Megumi and his confusing comments...

How did she even know where you lived, to begin with ?

"How did you know that my room is here," you asked, trying to find the proper words carefully, you didn't want to frustrate her further...

"I knew the girl that used to live here with her family, before you moved in. I'm not stalking you if that's what you're wondering. I just heard a new family would move in, so I guessed it would be here."

"No. I—just—"

"Save it." She rolled her eyes, "I just came here to warn you." She walked back to the your window, jumping out with such ease that it made you feel envious. You wouldn't be able to do this kind of thing—jump inside someone's window—because apparently even strong emotions and knee scratches were dangerous for you. You felt lame, lame and weak. You wished your body was as strong and as flexible as Nobara's. "And the police is useless, take your dad and leave when you realize." Her words were heavy and laced with meaning, but you couldn't to decipher it, and once again you felt clueless.

And then, she was gone, running in the horizon, leaving you alone with your mind swimming in confusing and contradicting thoughts.

At dinner, your father was back to normal, he even kissed your cheek as he sat down in front of you and next to your mother, a satisfied smile on his face.

"What's gotten you in such a good mood, darling ?" you mother inquired, her face mirroring the happy expression on his. He leaned over to her, pouting his lips in an exaggerated manner and pecked her nose.

"I've heard news of the publishing company I told you about. They called me ten minutes ago." He started eating, his knife digging in his food, which consisted of a steak and a vegetal soup.

You noticed with a repressed groan that you were going to eat red meat, again. Your mother had been feeding you meat for the entire day, saying it would help you get back your lost blood.

"They said they were on board with my new concept."

Your mother looked absolutely elated, "Really ! I can't believe it finally !" She turned to you, "Isn't that amazing ? He won't have to write those boring books about vampires anymore."

You laughed a little, "I didn't think they were boring, I like them a lot."

Your father looked at you with warm eyes, "I like them, too, wrote them for you." He always said that he wrote those multiple books about vampires for you, before you were even born. Although he had never told you the reason, you had just assumed that it was because he'd think that you'd have similar tastes, being his daughter, and that you'd enjoy supernatural fantasy books as much as him. He wasn't entirely wrong—they weren't really your cup of tea, but you'd indulge in one once in a while. The last one you read was—

Dance in the Vampire Bund. The book Father Fushiguro was reading. Your face suddenly felt like it was burning as you choked on your soup.

"Are you okay ? Be careful." Your mother chastised lightly, tapping your back.

"Don't forget the contents of my books," your father talked over your mother his tone suddenly taking a serious turn and you frowned. "Vampires can't touch silver, their one and only physical weakness is their heart and they cannot go anywhere uninvited."

You chuckled, "Yes father, I'll be ready if I ever encounter a vampire." You joke, however it didn't make him laugh.

"We never known..." he mumbled.

"Have you heard ? An elderly woman died yesterday, because of those deadly mosquitos. Be careful." Your mother quipped, her tone was strangely chirpy considering the words coming out of her mouth.

Your father immediately tensed.

"I understand." Was all he said before returning to his meat and stayed silent for the rest of the meal, his jaw set. He only reacted when your mother brought the topic of your youth camp.

"Must she go there ?" He whipped his head in her direction.

"Well, it wouldn't be right if she suddenly didn't go. How will we face Father Fushiguro on Sunday otherwise ?"

"Must we go to church every Sunday ?"

You dropped your spoon, and froze, your eyes widening. Your father never was one to miss church unless he had something important to do (like his meeting with his new editor). More often than not, your mother was the one who didn't want to go. You noticed that ever since you came here, she seemed much more involved in your church life than before, and that made you happy, you didn't especially think there was anything behind it, maybe she was simply using faith to distract herself from the grievance of her dead mother and sister.

"This is a very bad joke, even coming from you." Your mother said.

Your father looked conflicted.

★・・・★

You felt very conflicted, and also mildly worried. There were two punctures on the side of your neck, two holes, surrounded by dark purple bruises that looked like they were in the process of healing. You gasped silently. The hole were deep and too big for a mosquito to have done it, you thought However, you didn't entertain that thought for long because what else could it be ? Once again, the feeling that you were missing something important was creeping at the back of your mind but you ignored it.

You ran your fingertips over the wound, frowning and wincing at the sting, though that didn't stop you. You carried on, hoping to remember something, anything that would help.

It was an ugly sight. Your mind immediately wandered to the mosquitos again—the deadly ones, the ones that killed an old lady today. Could they have bitten you too ? A tinge of worry stabbed your heart, you might have been young, but you were also frail and weak, surely you wouldn't die too ? Your parents didn't mention anything about the ugly wound on your throat, and they must have noticed the bandages on your neck, it would nearly be impossible not to. Your mother must have also been the one to take care of the wound. Did they not say anything, in fear of making you worry ? Was that why your father didn't want you to go to camp anymore, in fear of getting bitten again ?

You felt like there was important puzzle piece missing.

You put the bandage back on, and went back to your room, still feeling conflicted. You didn't notice the window that was already open as you came in and simply tucked yourself to bed, still feeling tired even though all you had done that day was sleep.

Feeling anxious and restless, you did the only thing that could bring of peace to your panicked mind, you prayed, you prayed for your own safety, for the safety of your family and for the safety of the people around you.

Later into the night, two red eyes bored into your skull, watching you stir and groan through the midst of a now very familiar nightmare.

CHAPTER — II

part nine

"WHAT ARE you reading ?" A smooth voice asked from your window. You looked up, your eyes meeting Nobara's. She was sitting on your windowsill, tilting her head to the side.

You smiled, this was the second time you'd seen Nobara since—well the accident at church. You hadn't gone back to camp, at all, your father being too worried and weirdly sensitive about you stepping foot inside the church again. You spent your time mostly writing, nothing concrete, just a few ideas here and there. You also read a lot of your father's old works.

" 'Father's Good Little Girl' , I'm rereading one of my father's book." You had said, "Come in, it's not comfortable here." You gestured for her to come closer and she did, walking to sit next to you on your bed.

Nobara hummed, "What is it about ?"

"A girl being trained to kill vampires by her father." You simply replied, not giving too much details in fear of spoiling the book.

Nobara whistled, leaning back and softly falling on your bed with a dull sound. You were more comfortable around her, and it seemed like she was too. You even thought that, maybe, you could call her your friend now.

She was dressed in all black, and you realized that you had never seen her ever wear colors.

"... this sounds very interesting," she lifted an eyebrow and you beamed.

"Yes ! It's amazing !"

"Supernatural stuff uh ?" She chuckled, "Then, how does one become a vampire ?"

You thought for a short moment, "By being bitten ?"

Nobara laughed some more before her eyes trailed over the bandage on your neck. "Does it still hurt ?"

"A little bit." You put down your book, wincing, "That honestly wasn't what I expected when you said that you had deadly mosquitos... I didn't except it to hurt this much ! Seriously ? Why is no one alarmed ? Even my mother looked like she had been expecting it, my father is always the only one surprised."

She snorted and patted your shoulder, "It's hard out there."

You nodded, suddenly silent. You looked at Nobara, at her her short and healthy hair, her smooth and soft-looking skin. She was epitome of health to you. You couldn't imagine her ever looking sick, unlike yourself. "How is everyone ?" You asked absently. You did miss Yuuji and Maki.

Nobara tensed next to you, "They're fine, worried about you though," she trailed off, "Especially the Father..."

Your heart did a jump in your chest at the mention of the father... the very attractive father...

You felt your cheeks heat up and promptly brought your hands to your face, "I—uh," you stopped and told yourself to get a grip.

Think about the scandalous book he was reading ! How could you even feel like this ?

"Satoru mentioned you too, now that I think about it..."

Your face heated up again.

You suddenly heard a loud crash coming from outside your room and flinched.

"I'll go see what happened," was all you told her before you stood up, embarrassment still very much felt.

"Uhm-" she hesitated, "I have to go. It was nice—seeing you. You look better than last time."

You gave her a honest, warm, smile, "It was nice talking to you too." You thought that maybe you two could be close, now that she put whatever made her dislike you, aside.

You walked towards the source of the noise. As soon as you opened your door you were hit by the smell of something delicious. It was an irresistible scent, something never heard of before, teasing your senses and enticing you to follow it.

When you arrived in the kitchen you saw your mother on the kitchen floor, her finger bleeding profusely.

"Is everything alright, mother ?" You crouched down in front of her, fighting the urge to go and take a peek and what smelled so goddamn good in this kitchen.

Your mother looked panicked, the last time you saw her this taken aback, this concerned was when she learned about the death of her mother and sister , "Y-you—" she took a deep breath, "Do you not feel anything ?" She searched your face, "Oh G-God—" she stood up on unsteady legs, "I'm going to the bathroom—don't follow me—"

You only realized that you had never seen her do so much as bleed before. Your mother had always been this unbreakable character in your life. Strong and independent, she didn't need anyone to give her what she wanted. This was the first time you even ever saw her injured.

"Mother ?" You asked, your eyes switched to her bloody finger before she hid it from your view, putting it behind her other palm.

"S-sorry, sweetheart. I just—got a bit scared, that's all." She mumbled and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

Unable to resist any longer, you dragged your feet to the boiling stove, opened it and let the steam hit your face, making your vision blurry. You inhaled loudly, trying to take in as much of the delicious smell as you could.

However it didn't smell like anything.

You blinked a few times in confusion when you realized there was nothing cooking in the pot, only water boiling. You looked around, and noticed noodles on the counter. You guessed that your mother was about to cook them.

There was nothing else.

You were utterly disturbed and confused. It was like the smell had vanished into thin air the second your mother left the kitchen.

Before going back to your room, you naturally checked on your mother to make sure that she was alright. Fortunately, her finger wasn't bleeding anymore and she seemed to have taken care of it. When you arrived in your bedroom, Nobara wasn't there anymore so you lied down with a sigh, thinking for a long time, before finally succumbing to boredom and taking the book from behind your pillow.

Dance in the Vampire Bund.

That dreaded book. Dread was a funny feeling. A mixture of fear and excitement, but also of curiosity in your case, swirling in your mind. You decided you would take it back to the library, after church of course and a trip to the confessional.

Tomorrow was Sunday, after all.

CHAPTER — II

part ten

THE FIRST thing you did when you woke up was pray. You'd prayed at least twice a day since your mosquito accident, it helped put your mind at peace. You were entrusting all your worries to god, faithfully believing that he was going to help you.

You then got ready, ate breakfast and then headed to church, with your entire family this time. It reminded you of how you used to go together before the accident that took the life of your grandmother and aunt happened.

If you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you were a bit nervous about wether or not your life in this new town would be the same as the one in the village you previously lived in, unlike your father promised. It was probably the reason why you felt so relieved when your father announced after breakfast that you'd go to church, in a natural way as if it was absurd of you to even doubt otherwise.

You entered the church and sat down, you had arrived a little bit later than last time, meaning that they were significantly a lot more people inside already. It seemed like you were over whatever type of nerves had you breaking out in cold sweats in this very spot the week prior. You didn't feel any type of fright—only excitement. Now that you remember it, it was probably the only time you truly felt happy before it happened. You had your father, your mother and faith alongside you, somehow, you felt protected.

"I am happy that you all came." your heard a familiar baritone voice say, " Please, have a good time." he sounded sincere enough. You all looked to watch Father Fushiguro come your way, clad in black pants and a black shit, as usual.

Your father stood up to greet him, "Good morning, father."

Father Fushiguro bowed, "Ah, Mr.___, hello."

You wondered briefly where your father and Father Fushiguro could've met without you knowing.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter when she fell unconscious," he continued with a strained voice, like even pronouncing the words hurt him.

"Don't mention it. I did what everybody else would've done."

Right, your father did mention that he would come to take you at 10pm if you weren't back home before that, you guessed he must've found you, passed out with Father Fushiguro... you carefully peeked up at him to see his green eyes already on you.

Father Fushiguro then gave you a smile that didn't chill you down to your very core, but instead, lit you up in ways you didn't think were possible.

Was he this attractive before ?

You felt grateful for him, and also a bit embarrassed to have burdened him with taking care of you... you also assumed he must've been the one to bandage your knees. Your cheeks felt warm and you didn't fight it, instead basked in the fuzzy and giddy feeling taking over you when you looked at him.

What an admirable Father he was.

At that time, the dreaded book that you had buried at the very back of the bag clutched to your sides was long forgotten.

The rest of the mass was spent in the same daydream-like daze. You looked, or more like gawked at Father Fushiguro, really taking him in. His voice was rough and low but his words soft and warm, you didn't know how you could've ever been scared of him.

Time passed by quickly, and before you realized it, it was over. Father Fushiguro was bidding his goodbyes to everyone after singing a final song. Your father hurried to put his coat back on next to you, urging you and your mother to do the same and you wondered why he was in such a hurry.

You decided to ignore him.

Suddenly, you thought back about Dance in The Vampire Bund and all of a sudden you felt extremely silly. You were persuaded that you must've mistook the book he was reading at the cafe for something else because there was no way Father Fushiguro, the good Father Fushiguro, the perfect Father Fushiguro was like this. It simply wouldn't make sense, and as always you had to go and misunderstand everything about him.

You had to go to the confessional to get everything out of your chest.

★・・・★

You went to the confessional after managing to convince your father you'd be fine here if they left you alone. It had been a little while since you've last set foot in the familiar wooden compartiment. You sat down on a small wooden chair, and kept eyes locked on your lap. You didn't dare look at the separator, most likely knowing that a priest was already on the other side.

You felt much too embarrassed by the thoughts and doubts that had been plaguing your mind, however you knew that it was something you had to do for yourself, so you took a deep breathe before saying:

"G-good morning. May the lord forgive me for I have sinned."

"Little lamb." A voice greeted you, "Somehow you've found yourself in the lion's den, yet again." His voice and his way of speaking sparked something inside you, a familiarity. Suddenly, blurry memories fragmented your mind. A cold body heating up your body with a simple touch, an icy voice saying warm and gentle words.

Were those your memories ? They felt entirely foreign but familiar at the same time. The girl you saw couldn't be you, you weren't like that. And the man... the man you saw couldn't be him. You felt your cheeks heat up as you fidgeted with your fingers on your lap. Father Fushiguro would never be like that, with you. You bitterly thought. It's wasn't like you wanted him to be like that, anyway.

"I-I'm here to confess." You said, unsure.

"And I'm here to listen."

You couldn't recognize the owner of the voice even if you tried and relief washed over you... it wasn't him.

"I have—I have sinned, father."

The man hummed, and you heard him shuffle in his seat, "I see. You've been bad."

"I've—I've been bad."

"Why is that, lamb ?"

"I-" you gulped, "I-uh, doubted of the morals of an honest devotee to God. I've also had... peculiar dreams."

"How peculiar ?"

"Very, father. They were of s-sexual nature." You forced yourself to say the words out loud. Here, you had said now you would be forgiven and everything would be okay.

"What happened ? In those dreams."

"W-what ?" You squeaked. Now you had to explain them ? Was it really necessary ?

"I think it's important that you tell me what happened in those dreams, Angel."

But you couldn't possibly do that.

"Who was it in that dream of yours, princess ?" he continued, "Was it me that got your panties sticky baby ?"

You froze. Was that—father Fushiguro ? But you didn't even recognize his voice—

"I think it is me." He marveled, satisfied while you were still digesting the fact that you had been confessing to him out of all priests. You heard him move from the other side and suddenly he was gone. Nervousness creeped at you, most likely guessing that he was coming for you.

"F-father-!" you exclaimed when you saw him enter your booth, carefully closing the door behind him. He then put his hand on your mouth, muffling your words. He bent down to be eye-level with you.

What was happening ?

"Little dove. Your father missed you." He purred.

Your heart bloomed in your chest. You scolded yourself for feeling like this and instead looked up at him in alarm, half annoyed, half scared.

He suddenly grabbed the crucifix hanging from your neck, tearing it off your neck and you gasped.

"W-why ?" You dared to utter the word. The way he was looking at down told you he wasn't in the mood to discuss anything and that you had no saying in what was about to go. It felt like a complete shift in his demeanor and you noticed yourself cower under his gaze. Your felt your vision getting filled up with tears.

His eyes immediately softened, removing his hand from your mouth before he gently caressed your cheek, "Baby." He said, his voice gentle in a way that made your heart waver, you let out a sob, "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry." He grazed the crucifix at your throat and moved up to your chin, pulling it up to force you to look at him, you gulped, "I got a bit too excited." He whispered, seemingly to himself as he dragged the object between your breasts, "You're okay, my beautiful, you're okay." You wanted to believe him, but you couldn't, not with another sob threatening to spill past your lips.

And suddenly you were being lifted up. He walked to your seat with you in arms and placed you on his lap with your back facing him. You felt his cold breath tickling your neck making you shiver as he locked one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You stopped crying, suddenly unable to think. You blinked in confusion. Where were you ? What was happening ? Those were the questions you should have been asking yourself, but you didn't, they felt entirely out of place at the time. Why would it matter what was happening ? You feel good, that was what was important.

It's happening again. A voice inside your head told you, warned you, but you shut it down.

Father Fushiguro placed the crucifix right on your nipple, the sharpness of it teasing your bud slowly over your clothes, "You want your father to take care of you ?" And you nodded, eagerly, mindlessly grinding yourself on his thick thigh. He sucked a mark on your neck and you shuddered, moaning. He moved the crucifix to your stomach, then from your belly to your cunt and you immediately whined as you felt the object applying pressure on your clit. "Keep quiet baby," he warned lowly. He bit on your earlobe, "My little girl already completed soaked through her panties."

As he positioned you higher on his thigh, you felt your back come in contact with something and you immediately realized what it was... what else could be there after all. He was rock hard and you felt a twinge of pride knowing you made him like this.

You yelped as he lifted you on his cock, positioning your cunt right onto it as he tucked your underwear to the side. You felt yourself dripping and watched with newfound curiosity the way his dick twitched when you ground onto it. Was it supposed to be that big ? You thought.

He rubbed the crucifix on your pussy, wetting it with your fluids and you whimpered in shame at the sinfulness of the act. Deep down it excited you and you reveled in the way he was touching you and making you feel in such a sacred place.

He brought the object to your lips, forcing it inside your mouth and you took it in happily, swirling your tongue around it, tasting your own fluids.

A wandering finger slid easily to your entrance and pressed inside, filling you. You couldn't help but press your hips onto it, trying to take it in deeper, faster but Father Fushiguro stopped you, tutting.

"I told you already didn't I ? You take what father gives you with a smile and say thank you." He teased you by pressing another finger at your sopping lips and you whined. "Come on baby, say it 'thank you father for touching my pussy'."

You nodded blindly, shutting your eyes close, trying to focus on the pleasure, "T-thank y-you," you started as he slipped the crucifix out of your mouth, throwing it on the floor, "father f-for touching my pussy."

"Yes darling, your father will give you everything, you just have to ask." He rubbed your clit with his other hand and you whimpered unashamedly. "You're going to have to be less loud baby," he licked a stripe of your sweat off of your neck and growled, "Can't have anyone know you're getting your cute little pussy touched, can we ?" Just as he said that you heard the door of your booth being opened and you swore your heart stopped in your chest.

"That wouldn't be practical, indeed." You suddenly heard another voice say, less hoarse, but still deep. "I could smell her from outside, father."

You saw Satoru enter slowly and closing the door before him, a sinful and smug grin drawing on his features. "Well, what do we have here."

"S-sir-" You tried before letting out a breathy sigh as Father Fushiguro pushed a second finger inside of you, arching your back. Even under the intimidating and intense gaze of Satoru, you resumed the slight grind of your hips against the fingers inside you as Father Fushiguro pumped his digit in and out in an antagonizingly slow pace, stroking your walls longingly steady.

"Weren't you with your brothers ?" Father Fushiguro asked and Satoru clicked his tongue making the other man laugh, it was loud and boisterous, "He won't like that you outpaced them."

"They'll survive," Satoru grumbled, busying himself with unbuttoning your shirt. He kissed your jaw, his teeth grazing at your neck as you felt Father Fushiguro trail kisses on your exposed shoulders.

It was so wet, so hot, so messy and oh-so dirty. You ground helplessly towards the fingers still sliding in and out of you at a cruel slow pace, fast enough to keep you moaning and writhing between the two men but not enough to make you come.

There were teeth at your neck, bitting lightly and licking, lips at your jaw, peppering kisses, tongues trailing their way on your skin and groans and praises flooding your ears. You were helpless in their arms and desperately aiming for your release.

You realized, albeit late that Father Fushiguro's unoccupied hand had moved from your clit to your chest, slowly unbuttoning more of your shirt. He exposed your bra and with what seemed to be practiced ease and undid your clip, exposing your naked breasts.

Your moan was immediately swallowed by Satoru who kissed you, sliding his tongue in your mouth, exploring every corner of it in a messy and rough exchange. Unsure of yourself, you tried to follow his movements but did a pathetic attempt at it, which caused him to chuckle as he bit your lip, hard, his fangs piercing into your skin.

You yelped, your fight of flight mode suddenly activating itself and it took Father Fushiguro to mumble sweet praises and soft words into your ears for you to slump back onto him once again, your mind once more, delightfully calm. Satoru wasn't taking enough blood for you to be even feeling it (which you realized with a disappointed whimper), if you had been honest perhaps you would've admitted to acting a little dramatic, but you couldn't help it, the entire situation still felt so foreign to you.

Satoru drew back his mouth, licking his lips as he looked down at you. His eyes were a chilling crimson, "She's so sweet, how is that possible ?"

"That's human blood to you." Father Fushiguro grunted, rolling his hips against your sopping cunt and curling his fingers against your walls. You let out a high-pitched moan, desperate. They talked about you like you weren't even there and you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

"She isn't exactly human." Satoru corrected, giving your bottom lip a final lick as he slowly, as to not startle you, locked his hand in yours to direct it to the bulge in between his legs. It felt imposing, and, as if sensing your thoughts, he smirked slowly at you.

"For now, she still is." The rough pads of his thumb and index started slowly rubbing on your nipple, feeling it harden under their ministrations.

Satoru then undid his belt buckle under your curious gaze. He gripped his cock by the base to pull it free of its confines and you gasped, your cheeks warming up. It was long and thick and pink at the tip. You unconsciously gulped, the heat in between your legs only getting hotter.

"Baby open those pretty lips for me." Satoru rumbled lowly. You did not react, just laid limp on Father Fushiguro's lap, your sight fixed on his cock. " 'Can't do anything by yourself uh," he sighed in a slow condescending tone as he forced your mouth open by pulling your chin down and you felt yourself panic, suddenly overcame with the need to make him approve of you.

"Don't torture my girl too much." Father Fushiguro hummed with no real bite, you could even hear the smile in his voice, he sounded like he was enjoying this thoroughly. Father Fushiguro then removed his fingers from inside you and lifted both of your legs with one arm, before sliding your bow sticky underwear down your legs, leaving a wet trail in its wake. He put your underwear in his pocket. Suddenly feeling overly exposed, you tried weakly to fight out of his grasp, but it was no use. He had caught you. His hand moved to your pussy, spreading it with two fingers.

"So wet." Satoru mumbled as he brought a finger to your cunt, shallowly pushing it inside, not deep enough to bring you any real relief.

You whined, wanting nothing than for his cold fingers to slip past your entrance and enter your folds, bringing a refreshing coldness to your burning body. "S-sir-" you begged, all restrain lost.

"Your mouth, pretty." Satoru ordered.

You opened your mouth wide, your eyes shut, waiting for his next move, you then felt the blunt head of his cocked nudge your tongue and you licked it, mostly out of curiosity and you were surprised by the saltiness of it.

"No baby, you have to suck on it, just like a lollipop."

Like a lollipop ? That sounded easy enough. You could do that.

However, when it was when he tried to bury more of his cock inside your mouth, reaching your throat that you realized it would probably be harder than it seemed. You coughed, jerking your body forward but it didn't deter him. He carried on, until he was inside you to the hilt. Father Fushiguro then slipped his fingers back inside you, catching you by surprise.

You moaned and whined, clenching around the skilled fingers inside of you as you felt your climax approaching.

Pleasure was blooming behind your eyelids and you whined, rolling your hips on Father Fushiguro's hand. You choked on Satoru's cock, almost dry-heaving but you barely cared as your high blossomed and you were nearly there—

But it seemed like you couldn't truly get there, something felt missing, something like a pair of fangs deep into your skin.

"What do you need baby ?" Satoru coaxed you, his eyebrow lifting in what seemed to be pity, "I'll give to you exactly how you want it, you just have to tell me."

You choked around his cock, spit dribbling down your chin as you tried to form a coherent sentence by opening your mouth wider. Satoru took this opportunity to thrust deeper in your throat and you coughed around his dick, crying. He brought his hand behind your head to hold you closer to his cock. A feeling akin to desperation began to spread through you, you could feel your release so close but still unattainable.

Satoru used your mouth as a sleeve for his dick, burying it there for a few seconds, relishing in the way your throat would tighten around him and the way you'd sob and cough, painfully trying to breathe. He looked animalistic, his lip curved in a sadistic smile and his eyebrows furrowing in mock sympathy at your desperate attempt to please him.

"Baby, come on," he urged you and praised you when you proceeded to choke on his cock once again, "That's it, that's my good girl. Choke on Sir's cock." He accentuated his words with a slow grind of his hips on your face. " 'Wanna plug every single one of your holes."

You whined breathily, arching your back, your still innocent mind going over a few scenarios in which he'd fill every single one of your orifices.

"Mmh, my little girl likes the idea," Father Fushiguro rumbled, peppering kisses on your jaw, the pads of his fingertips pulling forward inside your cunt.

"Of course she does," Satoru hummed, as he caressed your cheek lovingly, a violent contrast to the way he was roughly fucking your mouth, making you gag and spit. "Such a warm throat." He pulled your head back, giving you chance to take three hushed breath before he quickly pushed himself back in, making you gag and and choke. He watched with a twisted grin the way spit bubbled on the side of your mouth and dribbled all the way to your white shirt, staining it. "My dumb whore." he looked down at you before he kissed you, messily, openly, hungrily, feeding in the little moans you'd give when he'd bite down on your bottom lip teasingly.

Despite everything, you still felt like something was missing, you didn't know exactly what. You were only yearning for more pleasure, more pain, something more intense.

"What a vampire slut," Satoru suddenly spit, taking you by surprise, "Cant cum without getting eaten like a meal uh ?" He sighed, like he was entirely disappointed in you, like he thought you knew better. You stomach sank and all you wanted at that time was for him to call you his good girl again and bask you in praises that made your stomach feel fuzzy.

Satoru then took his cock out of your mouth and you gasped out for breath. Even when his dick left you, your mouth was still hanged open, slack and absolutely sensitive. His jaw was set, and his eyes were telling you that he wasn't done with you yet. You felt Father Fushiguro kiss you down your neck, sometimes sucking lightly on the skin as he added another finger inside you, dragging it across your insides with ease and you moaned, the pressure in your lower stomach tightening, it was too much—but at the same time nearly not enough.

What tipped you over the edge was Satoru bringing his mouth down to your breasts, licking at your nipples with his cold tongue before digging his fangs deep.

"Concentrate of the feeling of this angel," Father Fushiguro nipped at your shoulders, "Because you'll remember this, and if you don't, we'll do it again." he promised, "Maybe you'll wake up again with your little panties sticky again mmh ? Thinking about me." He groaned, inhaling you, smelling you, "I watched you, baby, whining and writhing in your sleep."

You felt your entire body tensing before going completely lax as you cunt clenched around Father Fushiguro's fingers as your release came over you. Satoru was drinking from you like a starved man, his throat bobbing with even mouthful of you he took. He brought his other hand to your clit, making you shiver and shake in overstimulation. Too weak to fight back or even react, you just let him try to drain you as you drowned in the pleasure of it.

"Don't take too much." Father Fushiguro warned sharply, his words chilling you to your very core.

Right before his lips left your chest, you felt yourself tense up again, your back arching as a silent groan left your lips, with your eyes closed, white hot pleasure erupting from your pussy and your chest.

" 'Hurts." you whined, crying pathetically as Satoru brought his left hand to your cheek, wiping away your tears and his other hand on his cock, furiously pumping it as he watched your face, admiration written on his features

"Shh, am sorry baby, 'took too much," he bent down to lick at your tit and turned to the man behind you, "Seriously, she's so sweet." He looked down at your glistening cunt, " 'Making me wonder what else is sweet."

You let out a breathy moan as his implication, only eager to let him have more of you, despite your tiredness and soreness.

Father Fushiguro nodded curtly, "Naturally. That's my special little girl." He said before jerking his hips up, grinding his cock on your pussy after he slipped his fingers out of your cunt.

You mewled. You were his special little girl.

Father Fushiguro chuckled at your reaction, the depth of his voice making you shiver, "Yeah ? You like that ? Being a perfect little girl for me ? I could hold your legs nice and spread while Satoru here fucks your cute little pussy. I'd kiss you and praise you for being good for us and then we'd take turns in filling you up, so full of our cum. How many cocks do you think can fit in your greedy cunt, mmh ?"

You didn't understand half of the words he was telling you, all of them sounding foreign to your clueless mind but they still affected you the same, the knot in your lower belly tightening once again.

"A perfect whore." Satoru groaned, swiping his tongue over your cheeks, tasting your tears as he jerked himself off with sounds that could only be described as growls leaving his lips. He looked feral, completely gone as he used his own generous precum and your saliva to make the slide easier as he moved your hand, your fingers looking small next to his aching cock.

"Littlest, say 'ah'," he grabbed your chin gently, tilting your head as you looked up at him with tearful, adorable wide eyes that made him coo.  "Open up wider for me, baby, I know you can do it."

You opened your mouth as big as you could with your jaw still sore, that seemed to spur him on as he quickened the pace of his fist, his eyes never leaving you as he finally came, painting your face in sticky white. There was cum everywhere on your head, in your mouth, on your cheeks, you looked absolutely filthy.

Confused as to what this was, you looked up at him and he merely smiled at you, tucking himself back in his pants before patting your cheeks.

He clicked his tongue three times, "This is your teacher's precious cum, angel. You shouldn't waste any of it." He gently tapped your cheek again, scolding you. You swallowed, listening to his advice and winced, it was so salty, but still you felt pride blossom in your chest. You were being so good for them. Their perfect little girl.

Father Fushiguro continued grinding against you, thrusting his hips up, as his fingers continued to toy with your abused and over-sensitive cunt with his fingers. You were a shaking and trembling mess, with tears streaming down your face and your moans and whines low and husky from how Satoru had fucked your mouth.

"Your confession is nearing its end. Make the cross baby." Father Fushiguro ordered, grunting.

You face was burning hot but you obeyed nonetheless, and it was with shaky fingers that you did the cross, saying the sentence that went with it with a highly unstable voice, "I-I apologize for a-all my sins," you sniffled, "Please allow me to a-atone for them. Lead me on the r-right track. Amen."

A particularly hard thrust had you coming undone before him, forcing one last orgasm out of you. In your frenzy, you pulled Satoru closer to you, sobbing and babbling incoherent sentences as your release washed over you in powerful shocks racking through your entire frame. You sobbed some more, the pleasure so intense it became almost painful.

"All better ?" It took you a second to understand but Father Fushiguro was talking to you. You nodded slowly.

You felt your vision spotting black, but fought it, desperately trying to stay conscious.

"You did so good baby, we're proud of you." He confessed as he dressed you back with gentle hands and loving words. Satoru softly kissed your forehead before bending down to pick your rosary, placing it in your hands.

"Our girl." Satoru caressed your cheek, his eyes crinkling in the most sincere smile you had ever seen him with. "Now you're going to go back home like usual, yeah ?"

Father Fushiguro nodded, standing up, not letting go of you just yet, as he carried you in his arms like a baby. You nuzzled your face in his collarbones, trying to take in as much of him as possible. "We'll see each other soon enough. Do not fret little lamb." He put you down, your legs shaky.

"Now go."

★・・・★

You went, feeling light and giddy. You walked slowly to your little house with no panties, eager to meet your parents and tell how much fun you had. Surely, they'd be happy for you right ?

In the back of your mind, you heard a voice telling you that something was going very, very badly but you shut it quickly.

You hadn't felt this peaceful nor this happy before and you surely hadn't experienced an euphoria this intense, so how could this possibly be bad ? Father Fushiguro has been nothing but kind and considerate to you ever since you arrived, and all you had done was avoid him and judge him. You were the one that should have been ashamed.

As you pondered over your happy thoughts, you stepped inside your house, giggling to yourself.

"Mother, I'm here." You smelled food and your stomach made a noise. That was funny, you hadn't even realized you were hungry. You laughed to yourself at your own silliness.

"Ah, darling," she greeted and you saw her face popping out of the kitchen door. Her features frowned slightly in confusion as she took in the sight of you.

"Sweetheart, are you okay ?" She asked slowly, carefully and your mind clouded with confusion. You hadn't felt this good in your entire life, what was wrong with her ? The voice inside your head telling you that something was going very very badly got louder, until it was a constant thumping in your head that made it hurt.

You stayed still and silent in the hallways for what felt like years but was actually seconds, trying to piece the information together. 

Your mother gripped your shoulders, "You look really sick." There was something off with her tone, while worry and concern should've been laced in her voice, the same way you saw it on her features, it wasn't, instead you recognized a spark of excitement, and maybe even satisfaction in it.

And then all of a sudden, you let yourself fall down on the floor with loud thud, your stomach dropping. The dreamy and hazy feeling that was taking over you suddenly disappearing the moment you truly realized the extent of what you had just experienced.

What had just happened ?

You didn't know where you were going, though you were positive you wouldn't get lost.

You passed by a library, and hesitated going in. You were a big reader, you'd read a lot of classics, and even a bit of supernatural like Dracula. However your father's works were your favorite, you didn't care if people called you biased.

You decided to leave the library for later, after all you had the entire summer to explore the town. Your looked at your surroundings in excitement, bouncing slightly in your steps as your grocery back swung back and forth along with your movements.

You soon found in front of a cozy little cafe, and opted to going in, in hope of finding pastries for your family. Your father had a sweet tooth and surely that would make him happy. As you approached the building, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes the familiar bulry shape of a man that immediately recognized as Father Fushiguro's.

You stopped dead in your tracks. As you shifted your eyes towards him, you half expected his to already be on you, but he was concentrated on something else.

He was sitting idly on one of the cafe's table, his muscly legs crossed as he read a book. He then took a languid sip of what seemed to be coffee. You watched his Adam Apple bob with a fascination that even surprised you.

You wouldn't have been surprised if your entire body had shivered in cold sweat, with distress and anxiety curling in your stomach at the sight of him, however, nothing happened. There was churning in your guts, no nothing.

You felt a bit silly. It had been a few days since the... eventful meeting of Father Fushiguro, and this was the first time you saw him since and your reaction to him, at that moment, was the complete opposite of what you'd experienced.

What could even be the opposite of fear ? Attraction ? Surely that couldn't be...

You were definitely over sensitive last Sunday, you concluded. You made yourself a mental to not judge people too harshly when you aren't in the right state of mind.

Now that you took a good look at the man you noticed that he wasn't this scary, his face, maybe might look a little harsh, and his body a bit imposing.

However, as you observed the way his biceps moved as he flipped a page, what you felt was not intimidation. You gulped, your throat suddenly felt dry.

You had not had the chance to properly look at him on Sunday. All you had done was try to avoid his gaze, and now you found yourself thrown off balance, muddled and surprised at the unknown mix of emotions confusing your mind.

You felt some twisted sort of fascination in looking at the man in his day to day life, the vibe he exuded felt entirely different from what you'd expect. You would never admit it out loud, but you were entirely enthralled by him, with your face hot and your heart constricting in your chest.

You kept staring at him, half-thinking that the fear and anxiety that previously plagued your mind at the sight of the man would come back at full force.

Even outside of his workplace, he stood out.

You blinked, dumbfounded. You saw him for who he was, a tall, buff man with an attractive face and your face heat up some more

Now, what were you even thinking ?

As an attempt to distract yourself, you squinted your eyes, trying to decipher the name of what could get him so intensely invested, but in vain. You faintly managed to make out the word 'Dance' written in a big, white font. The cover of the book was entirely black with a few splashes of red here and there.

An idea popped into your read. You briefly wondered if what you were doing could be considered noisy but you decided you didn't care. You didn't know where the sudden interest in the man came from.

You told yourself it was simple curiosity, a normal amount for someone for loved reading as much as you did

You didn't know where the sudden interest in the man came from.

You walked away, still slightly disturbed at your own reaction. How could you go from fearing a man, to this ? You didn't even know what this represented. You couldn't pinpoint it to one emotion specifically.

A few minutes later you were in front of the library. You stepped in, and looked around the multiple rows of books, your eyes quickly scanning their covers. When you were about to give up, you saw a book with a thick, black cover, looking back at you as if taunting you.

"Dance in the vampire bund."

You read aloud, picking up the book from its shelf. You flipped it and read the summary. It was apparently about a girl who'd unknowingly moved into a town full of vampires. As she realized in what kind of mess she'd just been propelled into, it was too late for her, because she had fell in love with her neighbor vampire.

You lifted your eyebrows, you hadn't pegged Father Fushiguro as one to read this kind of books. You try not to judge him but you were disappointed. Those kind of stories were clichée and full of plot holes.

You decided to borrow it.

You felt it would be an easy read.

★・・・★

"You're so easy to read," Adrien says as he pins Emma on the wall. His eyes are a vibrant red as they rake over her half naked form.

"I-I just showered-" Emma stutters, oblivious to the effect she has on him. He tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, his face softer.

"I won't hold back anymore." He finally decides, before kissing her, mingling their lips and his hands hover over her naked breasts, making her shiver.

You blinked, the temperature in your room suddenly felt hot, despite the fact that it was already well into the night.

You felt horrified, you couldn't find the words to express it.

If your mother—or even your father heard about this, they would be so disappointed. Nearly as much as you were.

However, you knew you had to keep your mouth shut because exposing him would also expose the fact that you read the book and its content, this sinful, horrifying book, and that is, yet another thing you were going with to the grave.

Your breathes came out in short puffs and your entire body felt sensitive. You swiped your tongue on your bottom lip.

After all of this, you needed a good night of sleep.

Suguru crossed his arm, leaving you to lean on his desk next to you, he seemed to be leaving space for the man. "Father. Here you are."

Father Fushiguro nodded, "Officer." He stopped right in front of you, taking you in. You saw his eyes go from your legs, then slide further up between your legs then stop at your face before lingering at your neck.

You shivered. He slowly approached you further, carefully, like he was trying to not scare you and you couldn't believe how is the time he wanted to act considerate.

"My little girl." He greeted you as he gently caressed your cheeks, his voice was low and raspy but his tone felt soft, friendly even.

Your heart bloomed in your chest, you nearly wanted to lean into his touch. Why do you feel like this ? Could it actually be that you missed him ?

"How have you been, my beautiful ? Mmh ?" His voice is barely above a whisper. You don't understand why he's acting like this—so intimate with you. You also don't understand why it doesn't make you feel grossed out.

"Now, don't get so scared around me," Fushiguro chuckles humorlessly, "I don't bite."

You look outraged.

Father Fushiguro has the nerve to look sheepish. Him and Suguru both let out an honest laugh. The latter slides his hands around your waist and his eyes glides to your neck, "It seems the bite marks are healing properly uh ?" He hums, lightly poking at the wound and you whine, giving him a sharp glare. He lifts his hand up in surrender, smiling playfully. "I wonder when I'll get to mark you like that." He slides closer, speaking softly in your ear, "When will you let suck you dry ?" You can hear a pout in his voice, undoubtedly mocking.

"No. I—won't." You don't sound confident in what you're saying at all. They both know it. You know that they know it.

You used to feel like a weak lamb, thoughtlessly stuck in the lion's den. You're now in between said lion and a wolf, trying your hardness not to cower in front of them. You want to prove yourself that you're no longer a lamb, even if a small part of you is craving to be held again. A tiny part of you wants to feel precious, wants to be touched. Never in your life had anyone expressed such desire for you, and it's normal that you can't help but feel flattered by it, it's normal that you keep dreaming about hands all over your body and lips sucking and biting at your neck while whispering atrocities. All of this is entirely normal, you try to rationalize.

"This is very unorthodox." You blurt out. "I can't."

Getou snorts, "Quite mouthy without the haze uh ?"

"Love that side of her," Father Fushiguro murmurs, his other hand resting on your exposed thigh.

"You didn't seem that opposed to it earlier though..." Suguru starts, tone absolutely teasing and malicious, "When you were grinding on my gun like a proper pet, baby. Didn't really seem you were going to stop me if I took a taste." He grabs the gun on the table to show it off. With how sticky the object looked—you had no doubt your underwear was ruined.

You had nearly forgotten how hot and bothered he had left you—and his words seem to have rekindled the burning desire in your guts.

"Your heart is beating so loud, darling." Father Fushiguro's fingers are flirting with the button of your blouse, not undoing them but instead tracing your chest his idle hands. He's in no hurry.

Suguru uses his handgun to tilt your head up by pressing it under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact, you arch your back and whimper as Father Fushiguro slips a hand under your shirt, bringing a much needed cooling sensation to your body. He then undoes the buttons, one by one at a cruelly slow pace.

The sensation are much more different now—brainwashing makes everything feel like a dream, an illusion. What's happening right now feels very much real, the murmurs in your ears, the hands on your body. It's overwhelming you, making your vision cloud with tears.

Suguru slides the thick barrel alongside your jaw, and you tense, painfully aware of how much damage his weapon could inflict you if he wasn't careful. He forced your jaw to go lax by aggressively cupping your cheek with his other hand, he then dipped the handgun inside your mouth. You thought he'd be content with just letting it sit on your tongue but he seemed to have something else in mind as he continued to push the weapon, completely filling your mouth.

"How has your body been feeling ?" Your hear the father ask you as the calloused pads of his fingertips graze against the flesh of your chest, so close to the mark Satoru left. You think he might be taunting you since he has left your body feeling sore and weak for days because of his bites. You don't recognize the honest concern in his tone, too busy trying to adapt the forced object in your mouth, trying not to drool, not to choke.

You're trying so hard. The man notices with an almost demeaning chuckle.

"Yeah. Any changes noted ?" Suguru prompts. "Ah. That's right." His grin is maniac, "Little pet can't talk." His tone only makes the heat inside of you hotter, you feel so small, so insignificant.

It's a physical ache, you need them. You tip your head back, eyes wet with shame.

Suguru's eyes are intense and heavy on your exposed body. You think he must decide that he likes what he sees as he leans down at your eye-level and swipes his tongue on his lips, "Never knew humans could look this sweet..." he muses.

Use your common sense... run !

Both men were so big, overpowering you so easily. If only you could get your bag and take your silver knife.

As if sensing your thoughts, Father Fushiguro suddenly reached for your bag, and opened it.

"Aaah... I see you have a knife." He hums then whistles lowly, feeling the weapon in his hand, "Silver on top of that. You came prepared."

You look at Father Fushiguro with round eyes, feeling horrified and suddenly hopeless. He can touch silver ? You thought vampires were allergic to silver.

Dread filled your stomach, you are sure he is going to get angry at you and that he'd hurt. Will you even come back home in one piece tonight ?

Suguru chuckles next to him, inspecting your neck with a strange intensity, maybe envy.

"My baby is so smart. Is that the plan you came up with to stop me ?" You expected the father to be upset... since you tried to expose the nature of his kind but he only sounds... weirdly amused. "I'm so so proud of you sweetheart." He cups your cheeks, tilting his head to the side. He kisses your forehead and your heart flutters in your chest.

You're so adorably confused, they're praising you left and right when you wanted to kill them. It makes Father Fushiguro place another kiss on your forehead and the action is so sweet, so chaste compared everything he's been doing. It gives you whiplashes.

"A good choice on top of that. Silver really is the only thing that can hurt us," Suguru sing-songs, you suddenly see his eyes gleam then switch from a dark and deep red to a lighter, amber color. He removed the gun from your mouth. "Her daddy raised her well. It's a shame you're too weak to take after him. I bet he would've loved to hunt us alongside you." He says, absently as he slides the gun alongside your face, trailing your spit.

You freeze, absolutely scared to move in case he suddenly decides to shoot a bullet through your skull. What does he know about your own father ? It seems that you're always kept in the dark, and frankly you're sick of it... if you knew what everybody else—except for you—seems to know you probably would be able to make better decisions. If you ever come out alive, you're going to demand an explanation from your parents. Do they not even care about you ? How come they're letting this happen ?

Your heart is breaking, and the last of your resolve with it. What can you do ? What did you even think you could do ? Your eyes feel prickly and before you know it tears are silently streaming down your face. You're looking down at the floor, with empty and desperate eyes.

"Angel, look at me." Father Fushiguro grabs your chin and lifts it up. You're met with beautiful green eyes and you wonder briefly what his real eye color could be. Green fits him well, you think. "I am not going to hurt you." Then the green is gone and replaced with a soothing orange.

His voice is clear and loud but you don't trust him, how could you ?

You suddenly start sobbing and it seems to take Suguru by surprise as he places his hand on your back, rubbing it. He's even placed the gun back on his desk. It's supposed to be comforting but you only tense up further at the physical contact.

"Y-you're going to eat me." You sniffle, with your eyes full of tears you can barely discern them anymore but it doesn't matter. You know they are there and that's enough to send goosebumps down your body.

Suguru nor Father Fushiguro deny your claim, considering that one of them has already eaten (or drank if you're precise) a bit of you, twice.

You only cry harder.

It looks like Suguru truly doesn't know what to do with a crying girl in his arms. He's taken aback. He forgot how sensitive humans can be. He's half-tempted to simply haze you—wouldn't that be the most logical solution ? However Father Fushiguro doesn't seem to think that it's the case. He bends down to be at your eyes level. "We're never going to kill you baby." He's trying to pacify you. You don't look convinced so he continues. "If we wanted you dead you'd already be dead." He says matter-of-factly.

It clearly doesn't work. More tears stream down your face.

"She's crying even more now" Suguru pipes in, unhelpful.

Father Fushiguro glares at him, "Well I'd like to see you try." He focuses back on you and gently wipes the tears away from your face, "Angel. No one will kill you. Never on my watch." His tone takes a gentler and more honest turn, "We'll protect you. Because you're our special little girl. You're ours." He forces your eyes to stay on him and you slowly melt into the warm amber.

You're ours.

You stop crying because you're bewildered. You're not sure what to feel, but you know your heart is not supposed to be beating that hard in your chest, and that your stomach shouldn't flutter when he cups your cheeks and looks at you with the most tender smile you've ever seen him have. He looks almost... humane.

"If it's too much, pet, we can make it stop." Suguru tries, as he massages your neck slowly. "I know it can be hard. We can shut it out."

Is that really a good idea though ?

Didn't you say that you were tired of running away ? Wouldn't this just be jumping back into your old habit of ignoring your problems ?

But still, the temptation feels too good.

You feel the telltale signs of the brainwashing. It might be Father Fushiguro because you're loosing yourself much too quickly—but you don't stop it. You let it happen, and suddenly everything is alright. You're alright, your heart is back in one piece.

Father Fushiguro caresses your cheek before he leans down to press your lips against his in a exchange. Every kisses you've shared with the man have always been feral and animalistic and this one isn't. It's slow and nearly sweet.

After a few seconds, it ends. Suguru takes a look at your glossy eyes and sighs. "This must've been very emotionally draining. You should go back home."

Oh.

You swear you're not disappointed.

Your body slowly feels like it belongs to you again as the magic wears off. You're confused, "You're letting me go—like that ?"

Granted, you've lost the will to fight them but this doesn't mean you can't run away.

Father Fushiguro and Suguru simply smirk, "It's okay." the latter reassures. "It's because we know you'll come back."

You won't.

Father Fushiguro merely lets out a chuckle, the corner of his mouth pulling up, "If you want to leave, baby, you can. But I know you'll come back." He lifts an eyebrow at your confusion, "You want to know why ? Because you're a slut, my slut and i know you more than you know yourself, little lamb."

You gulp, refusing to believe a word of it. "Y-you're horrible-" you stutter out, your vision prickling. How could he go from sweet to this in a second ? In the end he's just a vile vampire, there's nothing humane about him.

"And you want me." His tone is playful and light, as if he didn't take you seriously, as if all of this was merely an entertainment for him and this made your blood boil.

"No. I-I simply wasn't in my right mind." You press, "When—you did those things to me."

Father Fushiguro cocks his head to the side, then moves to sit on the chair in front of you, "You mean you were hazed ?" He explains.

So there was a word for it ?

"Yes I was." You say pointedly, your story starts to feel more and more convincing to yourself as you utter it out loud to the men. "Hazed. I was hazed. You brainwashed me."

"Ah," Father Fushiguro laughs. It's mocking and you suddenly feel dumb and weak, "It seems we've got to break you out of it now," he gives Suguru a look.

Suguru nods exitedly, "We don't want this to become an habit."

"Indeed."

You have no idea what they're talking about.

"__, sweetheart, would you take Suguru's gun for me ?" Father Fushiguro orders you, and as always, his voice is laced with something that makes your head feel hazy and foamy. You can't think.

"Here, my gun, doll," Suguru hands it to you, but you don't want to take it. You still do it, your hand moving before you can clearly think it through.

"Now, you're going to shoot a bullet right through my heart. Okay baby ?" He tone is so demeaning, like he's talking to a child. "Weren't you trying to kill me earlier ? This shouldn't be much different."

But it is. You've never wanted to kill per se—at least not yourself. You're not cut for killing.

"D-don't wa-wanna do it—it—" talking is hard. So many clashing thoughts and feelings in you. You want to please him, shouldn't you do what he's telling you ? But you're scared, you don't like guns, the weapon feels so heavy in your hands—and you think it's too late because your fingers are enclosing on the trigger—

"You don't want to do it ?" Again that demeaning tone. Your skin burns. "Doesn't really look like it to me, see baby ? You're so close to doing it. Good girl."

You're grinding your teeth to prevent you from whimpering.

You cry and scream and you force your body to fall on the floor with a sudden jerk—then you suddenly regain control of your body and your senses.

What even—?

Before you could angrily spit at him he interrupts you with loud and chilling laugh.

"Ah. You broke it. The haze."

Suguru lends you a hand to help you stand up but you ignore it and attempt to stand up on shaky legs by yourself—which results on you wobbling and falling back on him.

You don't know what emotion makes your body burn the most—shame or anger ?

"Hazing is not brainwashing." Suguru starts, "It helps you relax—I guess it also makes it easier for our deepest desires and needs to manifest." He places you back on the desk. The gun stays on the floor. "Well, Father knew all of this would be hard to wrap yourself around." Suguru explains, "We were just making it easier for you, angel." His expression becomes dark, "Well, then your mother broke the haze."

What did your mother have to do with all of this ?

Breaking the haze wasn't hard—nor was it easy but it was doable - you don't know how this never happened before. How come you never tried to break it before ? Were you really this weak-minded, this desperate, this depraved ?

You wish your mind would shut up. You don't want to think about anything.

"You want me to haze you, baby ?" Suguru asks nicely.

You nod defeatedly, you feel something die inside of you, that little spark that wanted to fight for what they did to you.

You feel yourself being wrapped around an imaginary blankets that prevents your shame and embarrassment from coming through. And you bask in it, swim in it, drown in the feeling. You slump, your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy.

"At this rate she'll be an addict." Getou notes and Father Fushiguro seems conflicted.

You're not even listening, you're too lost.

He lets out a sigh, "She might already be addicted to being bitten." He looks at you and you smile at him with unfocused eyes, "Adding hazing to the list won't change much."

"That's not a good thing." Getou merely states but he doesn't look much alarmed, it's nearly as if he couldn't care less.

"I know." His eyes get darker.

"But you like that she's becoming dependent of you ?"

You're so pliant like that. So sweet so nice.

"Father, frankly you're crazy." Suguru lets a breathy laugh.

Father Fushiguro rolls his eyes, "I'm not the one that fucked her on a gun. You're worse than your brothers."

Suguru has the audacity to even look offended. "Come on." He lifts an eyebrow, "No one is worse than Satoru. I'm hurt." He pouts, "And I actually waited until she came to me. Satoru is always too impatient."

Father Fushiguro seems to agree with him but still side eyes him, "Sometimesa, I cant believe Nanami is the youngest. He's more mature than the both of you combined." He then gives you a gentle look, "Now, sleep."

You obey.

CHAPTER — III

part five

YOU OPEN your eyes. Your head hurts, and you have to make a conscious effort to focus your sight on what lies above you - you quickly recognized it to be your mother's face, scrunched up in worry. You're in your bedroom, she's sitting on your bed.

"Darling." She says when you try to sit yourself up. She helps you and slides an arm around your waist, lightly hugging you. "Did you sleep well ?"

You repress the swarm of feelings pinching your heart. You're angry and disappointed in your parents. You won't let yourself get swayed by emotions although you did miss them. It feels like it's been forever since you've last seen them both

"... we have to talk." Your voice is groggy from all the sleep. Hazing is a great substitute for melatonin, you realize.

Your mother looks like she'd been expecting this. "Sure, darling, we can talk." She suddenly scoots to the side and you notice your father sitting on a chair, at the very back. Your eyes narrow.

With a twisted sense of satisfaction, you notice that he looks pretty unwell. He probably hasn't slept very well these past few days judging by the heavy bags under his eyes. His hair is messy and there's a light stubble on his face.

"You both know." You state.

But how much do they know ? You don't ask. You don't want to know. Embarrassment warms your cheeks. They surely know enough. You're secretly hoping they don't know about what transpired in the confessional.

You promised yourself you wouldn't let yourself be hurt by your parents anymore, but their reaction isn't something that you prepared yourself for. You were ready for guilt, culpability. Hell, you were even expecting them to try to deny to it.

Indifference isn't something you were expecting. Your heart constricts so hard in your chest it hurts. You gulp down your saliva, forcibly preventing yourself from crying. You don't want them to see you so affected. They don't deserve it.

The silence is defeating, but tells you more than you need to know.

Your mother gracefully smiles, the corners of her mouth lifting up, "We know."

"We have to leave this town." You hope you don't sound too desperate although you are—because you want to be mean, you want them to know how deeply hurt you are.

"Darling—"

"No. If you don't leave with me, I'll leave alone." Legally, you can do it. You're 18, an adult. However the thought feels foreign, you've never felt like an adult, never felt independent.

Your mother's facial features harden, her smiles is gone. She stares at you for what feels like hours, before tilting her head to the side, "You won't leave. You can't." Her tone is strangely ominous and it sets you off.

"I'm an adult. I can." You've never done so much as argue with your mother or your father before. There was no reason to, you've always done as they told. You've always been your parent's perfect little girl, but frankly you're tired of it.

Your vision of your parents is distorted and your trust in them shattered. The father who you use to hold in high regard is now nothing but a weak, fragile man in your eyes, always looking out into the space as if he couldn't fucking focus on what was happening in front of him. Your mother is a control freak, who thinks she can still boss you around now that you are a full fledged adult.

"What about the other villagers ? Are you going to leave them alone in their demise ?" She wonders with an airiness that ticks you off. You shake off the hand she placed on your waist.

It's not as if she cares about what happened to me—why should I care about strangers ? But still, that slight feeling of guilt you've been trying to repress is steadily growing. You're going to run away and leave the rest of this poor village to die.

"I can't do anything about it." You hiss, voice wavering and unclear, "I tried. I tried my best. On my own."

You had no idea how painful being angry at someone who doesn't care - or worse, doesn't seem to think they're in the wrong - is. Your heart constricts painfully in your chest for what feels like the hundredth time, there's so much you want to say but the words are caging in your throat, unable to come out.

Perhaps this is what your mother had been waiting for, because she gently presses her hand on your shoulder, her eyes softening, "But you can help." She says, tone mysterious and all-knowing, "If you want to. That is."

Your father doesn't do so much as utter a word.

You scoff, "There's nothing I can do. I can't get rid of them. I can't kill them."

"Now, who said anything about killing them ?" Your eyes shift to your father, your mother follows suit. She looks back at you. "I'm talking about giving them what they want."

Your blood runs cold.

Blood. Isn't blood what vampires want ? Father Fushiguro as well as Satoru both said that your blood was sweet—does it mean that it's good ? That they want more ?

You swallow. You can't believe you're considering it. You entertain the idea in your head - they said they wouldn't kill you, they said you were theirs.

Could it truly be that bad ? From what you've seen, being drank from isn't a completely distasteful experience, you dare admit.

You're midly appalled by your own thoughts.

"If I go with the vampires, will the other villagers be left alone ?" You ask. That would be the only reasonable option, your life is nothing compared to everybody else's.

Your mother thinks for a little while, "If I tell you that you're right, will you stay ?"

"What ?"

"With Father Fushiguro. Will you stay with him ?"

"I want the truth."

Your mother then lets out a sound akin to a snort, your eyes widen in shock, "Well then don't be so ridiculous." She shakes her head, "How could you feed an entire pack of vampires ? It's nearly as if you want them to drain you dry."

An entire pack ? There's more of them !? Of course there is, a voice in your head tells you. Of course. It's never so easy.

You can't even save a village.

"T-then I don't see how I can be of any help !" You're offended, the tone she used to speak to you made you feel small and dumb. It striked a nerve.

"You can lessen the damage." She corrects. You wait for her to explain more, she looks briefly at your father, he's still as dazed-looking. "We've made a sort of deal," she continues, "They want you. They will not kill you. I dare say that they're quite enamored by you, so I doubt they will treat you badly either. In exchange, they kill less people."

You have a gnawing feeling that she's not telling you everything.

"Does the church know of it ?"

"The church knows enough, but doesn't want to be too involved in this. Which is where you come along." She's right, you'd be doing a noble task. You'd be acting as a sacrificial lamb for a bigger cause. "It's an honor to be with father Fushiguro."

"I don't want this." You grit your teeth, your eyes filling with tears. You force yourself not to cry.

"You have a choice." She shrugs, "You can leave to go wherever you want. Without us. However no one, not even me, will be able to protect you if it is the case."

Protect you from what ? Other vampires ?

She's probably implying that she's been protecting you from vampires for a long time now. You think all of this happening, might not be an unfortunate accident after all. Perhaps even your grandmother and aunt's deaths. Perhaps it's all linked to the vampires.

"... there are more of them." You state. In what kind of world have you been living in ? "Why me ?" You ask the question that's been burning your lips. You always hear that you're special but what even makes you special ?

She dismisses your question with a wave of her hand, "It's too soon for that." She changes the subject, "As I said, we'll respect your choice. You can stay or leave. When you decide, there will be no turning back." She warns you.

"... you want me with the vampires." It's not a question. Your mother doesn't deny it. You never really had a choice to begin with. If you leave, there will probably be other vampires around to kill you. Either way, you're doomed. You have to choose the lesser evil. "If I go with them, you have to tell me everything you know."

"I'm afraid I cannot."

"Then answer my questions. You owe me answers."

You have a point.

"I'll allow you three questions. However there's only so much that I know. And even less that I can tell."

"You both knew this would happen when we moved here." By this you mean the chaotic mess you've been put in, "Are grandmother's and aunt's deaths related to this ?"

"Not directly, but it's linked." You think see hurt in her features before she quickly schools them.

"What happened to father ?" You inquire, "It seems like he's had a rough night." A rough night is putting it nicely—he looks absolutely wrecked. Your prim and proper father is unrecognizable. "Why does he look so dazed ?"

"... sedatives." The words rolled out of her tongue too hesitantly. It's odd considering that your mother is a confident woman who's never hesitant. She always seems to know everything. "He's been a bit too hyper."

She's lying.

Your eyes slide to your father. His eyes glide over you, looking at you but not seeing you. Something finally clicks in your head.

He's hazed.

Your brain runs too fast for you to even catch your own thoughts. Your father is being hazed. By who ? You're aware that hazing can last even when the vampire who did it isn't in proximity. Strong will, as you've experienced with Suguru, can break it.

You think back about what Father Fushiguro and Suguru told you.

"Your mother broke the haze."

How did she break the haze ? This is a complete mystery to you. Furthermore, if she's able to break the haze why isn't she breaking your father's ?

Because she wants him to stay like this.

Maybe they're not on the same page about you being sold off to the vampires. You don't know. You're not sure of anything.

One of the vampires mentioned something about your father hunting vampires back at the police station. It all makes sense. The big silver knife, the books.

"Can I talk with father ? Alone." The question comes out before you can really think it through.

Your mother looks at you suspiciously. You do your best not to let anything show.

"This will count as your third question."

You simply nod and your mother stands up gracefully to leave the room. You follow her to close it.

"Father." You exhale loudly as you turn to your father.

"My daughter." He says with a jovial grin, eyes empty, "How are you ?"

You place your hands on his shoulders, shaking him off, "You have to wake up—we must talk !"

He stares at you, for a long, long time, before his grin slips off and he looks at you with a somber expression, "Oh, how I've missed you these past few days." He continues rambling on, but his happy tone doesn't match his face. "Where were you ? Your mother thinks you're simply having a teenage crisis." He laughs, and you see him taking a small paper note out of his pocket.

You're absolutely confused, and he seems to sense it since he tilts his head to the side, probably referring to your mother at the other side of the door, "Please, reassure her that it's not the case." His tone doesn't change. He sounds blissfully ignorant of what's been transpiring around him. You realize it's a facade.

You unfold the paper note he's given you.

She's listening. Accept to go with the vampires. I promised I'll protect you.

You give him back the piece of paper, and he hides it back in his pocket.

Hope blooms in your chest before it withers just as fast. "Father," your voice is weak, "I'm alright. I simply do not need to be looked after all the time."

He gets the message, his expression folds in concern, "My daughter, you're still young, and clueless. It's my duty as your parent to look after you."

"Father—"

Your mother suddenly barges in. Her smile crisped. "Dinner is ready. Let's eat." She waits for the both of you. She's not going to leave you two alone again, you're sure.

Your father looks as unaware as he was before she left. What a good actor he is. He smiles, "My darling. What would I do without you ?"

"Not much." She simply says then looks at you, "You don't have much time. You should make up your mind, fast. They're waiting."

You shiver.

CHAPTER — III

part six

IT'S BEEN three days. And you've holed up in your room under the excuse of 'needing time to make a decision' when in reality, you already knew what you would do, you've known since you talked with your mother, and maybe, even before that.

You're not sure of anything. You want to avoid thinking, but there's nothing else to do. You're alone with your own thoughts.

The bites on your neck are practically healed now.

You think you need to speak with your father one more time, and possibly, with one of the vampires. They're more questions you need answered, and you feel like you deserve to know. However you're not sure if going to the blood-suckers—even if under the excuse of asking innocent questions—meant that you were ever coming back. And well, you're not quite ready to leave yet. You don't think you ever truly will be, but your feelings clearly don't matter in this.

Luckily the chance of talking to a vampire without you physically going to them comes to you unexpectedly. In the form of a doorbell ringing, and a tall man in a grey suit, round spectacles and slicked-back blonde sandy hair entering your home. Upon hearing the doorbell you'd quietly creeped out of your room and peered behind a wall as the stranger was welcomed by your mother. He gifted her a box of sweets, whatever, probably mochis—a simple curtesy when you're invited in one's home—and took off his coat—to expose a much too tight fitting blue shirt with the first few buttons undone, exposing a generous part of his collarbones.

He takes off his glasses to reveal, tired but menacing eyes—that briefly slide to you making your heart jolt in your chest. He makes no move to come to you, nor does he show that he's even noticed you but you're sure your eyes met for the briefest moments.

So you stay hidden, until he is led in the living room and offered a much needed cup of coffee by your mother. You've met the man before, at church. You're not sure of his nature but from now on you'll assume that anyone who's associated with Father Fushiguro is a vampire.

You have to talk to this man alone—but not too alone—as it could be dangerous for you. You need to be somewhere where you could scream for help and someone would actually come through.

For now you simply decide to wait for an opportunity to show itself. To occupy yourself, you listen to their discussion. They talk about mundane things, the weather, the news. Your mother asks him how work is and he replies in his smooth and deep voice that it's been treating him well. His manner of speaking is slow and articulate. You don't hear your father's voice, you guess he isn't there.

Maybe you could go talk to him, you guess he's alone and your mom is busy entertaining a guest.

It's then that the stranger asks your mother where the toilets are, and she gently tells him.

You watch him leave the living room, and it's only when you're sure that your mother won't see you nor hear you that you show yourself.

The stranger hardly looks surprised to see you and a slow and lazy grin forms on his previously straight lips. Unlike the other vampires you've encountered, his isn't arrogant or cocky.

"It's not good to spy on people." He chastises, and your heart somersaults from the surprise. You thought you were stealthy.

"I was simply waiting for an opportunity." You try to save face, shrugging. "I want to talk to you." You're mildly satisfied that you did not stammer and managed to sound twice as confident as you feel. You want the shy and weak little girl to be gone and be replaced by a strong adult women. Fake it until you make it. It's your new motto.

"And you are ?" He questions with no animosity, but you still feel your assurance crumbles like a house made of cards. He doesn't know you. You thought he certainly did considering the sordid things you've done with his friends. "I haven't had the honor of being properly introduced to you yet." He bows quickly.

Your problem, you'll realize in the future, is that you're so easily swayed, so easily tricked and manipulated. Of course he knows about you. He knows so much about you.

"We met at church... about a month ago." You tell him your name.

Right. A month ago, 30 days, 720 hours, it has already been that long since you moved here. Most of the month was spent avoiding the world in your room, though.

"I've heard about you. Good and bad things." there's always that politeness coated with his words. It makes him sound sarcastic or downright mean. You don't think he means it that way, but it still kind of stings. You're not particularly curious as to what he must know about you. Instead you take a step back, weirdly conscious of how little space there is between the two of you.

"You're a vampire."

He blinks twice, incredulous, "I am Kento Nanami." He corrects, "And a vampire as well." He says the latter part with a airiness to it, like it is a minor detail that can be disregarded.

Adrenaline pumps into your veins. You should've taken your silver knife. Or maybe if he tries anything you can still scream for help. Maybe your mother would help. Or your father. You hope.

He lets out a low sigh. "Don't be so tense. I won't hurt you."

"I'm not tense." You lie through your teeth. Apparently this new version of yourself you're trying to make is also a bad liar.

"Your heartbeat is going very fast..." he says with a note of concern. His eyebrows furrows. "You know that repeated stress can be harmful for your health..."

You decide to ignore the fact that he can hear your heartbeat. You can't believe your ears. "Well, if you're that worried about my health you should probably leave, along with your vampire friends."

"That's..." he trails off, looking sheepish, "That's not really an option."

"Why ? Are the villager's blood that good ?"

"No." He says quickly, with an appalled frown. "We didn't come here for the villagers."

"So you came here for me ?" You boldly ask. It helps that although he is very big and tall, he doesn't ooze intimidation like Father Fushiguro. You're sure that under the Father's gaze, you would've already crumpled in fear.

He steps closer and you immediately step backwards. "Yes we did." He sounds defensive, his eyes narrow.

"I don't know any of you ! Why would I even come with you ?"

He merely stares at you, the grin off his face. He simply looks annoyed. "There's so much that you don't know."

"Because no one is telling me anything !"

"Your situation is more dire than you think. You're currently putting your family in danger, yourself as well. Coming with us will be the only way of protecting them."

You scoff. Everything is their fault and yet they're trying to make it sound as if you've got anything to do with it ! "Protecting them for you, you mean."

He chuckles humorlessly, sliding his hand through his hair in what you think might be frustration—and wow, his hand is big. "No. Little girl." Another dry chuckle, "Not from us."

"Why are you trying to convince me to come to you ?"

He tilts his head to the side, "I'm not trying to convince you." his answer is quick and clear, "Because we both know that you'll come whatever I tell you." his tone is factual, "I just thought that answering a few questions would be considerate."

"How hypocritical, now you care about being considerate ?"

"Believe us or not. We've been nothing but considerate from the very start. Considering your situation, you shouldn't even have been given a choice to begin with."

"There's no real choice to make here. My mom sold me to you blood-sucking leeches !"

"Blood-sucking leeches. Now that's a new one." He snorts, "And you always have a choice. You can either make a bad choice, or an idiotic choice. It's your call."

You stay silent. He looks at you intensely, like he's trying to read, to figure you out.

You look at him suspiciously, "Are you going to haze me ?"

He lifts an eyebrow and you try not to dwell on how attractive the action is. "Do you want to be hazed ?"

"No." You don't sound convincing. "I don't. But your kind doesn't seem to care much for consent, do they ?" You spit, as you recall your previous encounters with vampires. "They don't seem to care about what I want when they make me do h-horrendous things."

And—the stuttering is back. You think disappointedly, you still hope you got your message across and managed to sound disdainful enough.

"Ah." He grins wolfishly, like what you're saying is funny as he makes a move to close the space between you. "I thought we had already made it clear." He shakes his head, amused. " I thought you knew by now that if you act like a slut when you're hazed—is because you are a slut."

"I-I'm not a slut."

"Ah really ?" He steps even closer and you feel forced to look down at your feet to not feel the embarrassing heat of his all-knowing gaze. "Would a girl who's not a slut borrow dirty books and take them to church with her ?" He purrs in your ear and the temperature in your body skyrockets, "Would a good girl be having a wet dream about a priest, no less ?" You force your eyes closed as a familiar heat begins to simmer in your guts. He loves how easy it is to rile you up. "You make the prettiest slut." His thumb caresses your lip. "With perfect dick-sucking lips, always looking like you're dying to suck some quality cock."  He cups your cheeks, "And only the dirtiest slut would get wet by being talked to like that. Don't you think sweetheart ?"

Your face is positively burning. You can't exactly deny the wetness that has started pooling in your underwear.

"Cat got your tongue ?" He lifts your chin up and you meet his amber colored eyes. You watch suddenly, and furiously switch to a deep crimson red as they widen is mortification. "... you... should go to the bathroom." He suddenly says ominously.

"W-what ?" Your bladder feels positively empty.

He has to audacity to flush, and it is a sight to behold. His demeanor completely changes from a confident one to an embarrassed one as he moves away from you. He looks to the side and swallows, you see his Adam apple bop. "Because you've started your period."

★・・・★

You have started your period.

Unfortunately, you're not one of those vagina owner that have been blessed with painless menstruations—yours are usually spent on your bed, wailing in pain waiting for the painkillers to kick in.

What's even more unfortunate, is that you're not allowed the luxury to do that today, as you're sat right in front of your mother, with your father at her side, eating dinner.

As usual, not much is said, that is, until your mother suddenly lets her fork fall down her plate with a loud thud, making you look up at her.

"We don't have much time left." She says, panicking, "I don't know why you're so intent on stalling when the choice is obvious !"

"I need time to make up my mind," you protest weakly.

"Darling—" your father starts before he's cut off.

She exhales loudly. "I should apologize for what I'm putting you through. But I'm not sorry. One day you'll know, you'll understand." She stares at you desperately. "I only want what's best for you, whatever your father told you the other day, forget it. Even he knows that you're not safe with us anymore !"

She doesn't seem to know that your father told you to join the vampires, you think with a sarcastic laugh, she seems to think he's told you to run away.

Your father is not hazed anymore, he hasn't been for the last two days—or he's simply stopped acting as if he was hazed. You don't know, you two haven't talked since he told you to go with the leeches.

"Stop it." Your father tells your mother, he resumes eating, his jaw tensed, his facial expression strained, "Darling," he turns to you with sadness in his eyes "This our last dinner together. Let's enjoy it."

"I've taken upon myself to notify Mr.Kento that you've made the right choice." She makes an effort to sound more calm. "After you've had your little talk with him. I trust that you know what I'm referring to ?"

You swallow the lump in your throat. Of course she knew about it, she seems to know about everything.

"You'll be going with the vampires." She says her final words.

You only nod, not trusting yourself to speak without bursting into sobs.

The next morning when you open your eyes. You're not in your little bedroom anymore.

You open your eyes and lean up, to meet Nobara's brown and intense eyes. She's not in her sleepwear, she's not in the same outfit she went to dinner in either, she's simply wearing a simple black dress that cinch her waist nicely and falls all the way to her knees.

You blink, tired and confused. You're in your bedroom, in your pyjamas, you realize. When did you get there ? The ache between your legs is a blatant reminder you of what transpired mere hours ago. "Is everything okay ?" You ask, voice groggy, slightly upset.

She bites her lip and looks to the sides before leaning down to whisper, "Follow me."

"Now ?!" You whisper-yell, "But why ?"

She awkwardly caresses her neck, in what you assume to be a self-soothing manner.

You're so hungry. Your throat is so dry.

"___?" She questions when she notices your eyes focusing on her throat.

You swallow your saliva as an attempt to moisten your own. "I—yes ?"

"I've got something to show you. You won't regret it, follow me." She whispers and gives out her hand for you to take.

Hesitantly, you accept and hold her hand as you slip out of your bed.

"It's about 6am, we gotta hurry." She goes on, in the same quiet tone.

The note of urgency in her voice represses the complaints threatening to spill from your lips.

"And you've slept enough already. It's been an entire day."

"That long ?" You ask through a yawn as you walk through the corridors, careful to not make any noise. You truly doubt it changes anything though, in the short time you've been here you've witnessed multiple times how developed their senses are. Yours somewhat are too, if you focus long enough, you can tell where approximately each of them is.

You're surprised when she leads you back into the dinning room. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as you are once again reminded of what you've done. Nothing on her face tells you she knows about it. She opens the service door the waiter used to access the room and leads you to the kitchen. From there she gets to another, bigger door, that is most likely used for deliveries.

She doesn't open it just yet. "I'll leave you now." She turns to face you, there's a small, uncertain smile on her lips, worry wrinkles her forehead.

You blink. "What ? Here ?!"

She rolls her eyes playfully, brief amusement shining in her eyes, "Yeah. I don't want to pry."

Then the door creaks open, so impossibly slowly. You discern a figure on the other side, so still it might be a statue. When the creaks cease, you look up slowly to meet the man's eyes and violent mortification freezes your body.

It's your father.

He's dressed as a cook, in all white. He looks like he hasn't slept in a little while, too.

Your blood runs cold, you truly hope your face doesn't look at horrified as you are. You plaster a weak, wavered smile on your lips but can't really bring yourself to take a step in his direction.

Nobara squeezes your shoulder, she can probably hear how... surprised you are right now. You hope she's the only one. You wonder if it's alright for you to even be out here right now... with your dad.

Your father does the first step, "___!" He calls for you, relieved. He takes a second, third and fourth step, too then reaches you. You have to make the conscious decision not to reel back. He's right about to enter the kitchen but stops so abruptly, like there's some unsaid rule he shouldn't enter their home.

As silent as a ghost, Nobara slips out of the room.

You inhale shakily, "Fath—" you start before two heavy arms prison your body, taking you by surprise.

He's never done that before. It feels so out of character. Dumbfounded, all you can do is gawk at the man in front of you. You freeze, your stomach drops. Suddenly you're not glad you've had sex. Suddenly you wish you could go back.

"I'm sorry I've left you alone." He breathes in your hair.

Guilt pumps in your veins. You're impure, now. Dirty.

You're so uncomfortable in his embrace you have to fight yourself not to push him away. It's oppressing. Do all hugs feel like this ?

"But I know you've been good." He continues, in a self-assured tone as he sets your body free but shackles your mind all the same. You're suddenly grateful it's the night, for that he can barely distinguish the awkward smile on your face, and the way it doesn't really meets your eyes. His hands on your shoulders forces your attention back to him.

"You want to go back home don't you ?" It doesn't really feel like a question. You should want to go back home, and in a way, you do. You want to go back to life before. It was so much easier. His grip on your shoulders feels suffocating and it's caging you as he speaks. "I'll come and get you. I promise, you've just got to hold on a little longer. I know you can do that." He says this so easily, so honestly, like he perfectly understands what you've been through and it nearly makes you cry but there's no way he does understand—and if he does then he's just a horrible man.

Words are stuck in your throat. You can only nod.

He searches for something in his pockets.

Your eyes go to his exposed neck, you feel nothing but more guilt. Hopefully he can't decipher the cause. Perhaps something should click in your brain that you're more scared of your father finding out you're no longer a virgin than God.

"How did you get here ?" You find the voice to ask.

"It was a bit tricky. I had to come at a time when they're already humans in the house so they wouldn't notice my scent, but I did it. I got a bit of help."

"From... Nobara ?" You guess. You truly don't get her. You don't understand how she thinks. Didn't she basically betray Toji now ? On which side is she ? "Is she going to be okay ?"

He shrugs, "I'm sure he's already noticed I'm here anyway. Or he's going to, very soon." He narrows his eyes, "Which is why I don't have time much time left."

"Father." You murmur, playing with the em of your pyjama top, you're not sure if you should be admitting this to him. You're pretty sure he's a vampire hunter, but you hope he'll be able to help you. "I've been feeling weird."

His eye twitches but he keeps on smiling, "We all do sweetheart, we all do." He finally takes out a small black box with a little red bow tie. Your birthday is in 3 months. Saying you're confused would be an understatement.

You sigh, "I mean that weird things have been happening. I—my senses it's like they're sharper and I don't feel as sick as I usually do. Do you think—" you squeak out, voice laced with desperation.

"No !" He cuts you off, shaking your shoulders forcefully. "You're my daughter. You're not a vampire." He expresses it like the very thought disgusts him to no end.

"B-but—"

"Cut it out !" He exclaims, anger and frustration written all over his features. "You're not one of those disgusting and vile creatures." He spits, his voice shaky. "You-you're different. You're perfect." He finishes softly with a deranged look on his face. He smiles. "You and me are going to be perfect."

He scares you a little. You step back.

He catches it and the twisted look is gone from his face, instead a warm smile stretches across his lips. "My daughter, I am so proud of you for going through all of this."

He's proud ? Why does he says it like what's been happening to you is not that big a deal ? He's always been so cryptic, so unclear - does he truly understand how much you've suffered ? How hard you've tried ? Nevertheless you feel so shaken up you could cry. You've always wanted to hear those words.

"This isn't going to be permanent. I promise you. I'll die if I must but you're not going to stay their prisoner for long." He exhales. "I never wanted you to go there but... but seeing how you're nearly ready... maybe it was for the best." He mutters slower, lower.

You feel your gut twisting.

He places the small box in your hands, "My perfect little girl. Open it."

You open the box and it's some kind of... cookie ? Biscuit ? It looks pretty normal. You're just really confused by the packaging.

"Uh... thank you, father. Is that a cookie ?"

He nods quickly, his gaze is... intense, to say the least, "Eat it."

"Now ?"

"Yes."

"Is there something weird in it, because I—"

He scoffs, disbelief overtaking his features, "You're my daughter. Since when do you disobey me ? It a cookie, eat it. Now."

You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You take a first bite and it taste like a regular cookie - but then it becomes salty and its consistency is a bit weird, it's gooey? The entire pastry kind of feels like a mind fuck, to be honest. Nonetheless you go on under the careful gaze of your father who exhales in what seems to be relief when you finish it.

"Okay, now you're going to listen to me, alright ?" He starts, tone slow and tentative. When you simply nod, he continues, "You trust me don't you ?"

Your sight wavers a little, like you can't focus it - but you do notice how much he's fidgeting, like he's anxious.

"I have a plan to get you out of here and make sure we both stay safe, I'll explain it to you." He looks around him, suspicious of people eavesdropping him, "You'll leave with me won't you ?"

Slightly dazed and a bit dizzy you nod again.

The sides of his mouth curl in a deceptive smile.