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"(Y/n). How long are you going to stare at nothing?"
"Eh."
A girl around the height of four feet sighed as she used a finger to fix her glasses. "Dria is almost done with dinner."
"Give my portion to Isrea." Came the reply of the other girl that tried to sleep.
"You have to eat. Wen told me that you skipped the antidote again. You have to stop it, it's been two years now. Your circulatory system must be slower because of the blood loss. You clearly don't have the heart to argue with Isrea anymore. It's not healthy."
"Why should I argue with her in the first place?" She asked, opening one eye to look at her friend.
The short girl shrugged and sat down next to her head on the large pipe. "To be honest, I have no idea... but I remembered you and Isrea playfully argue about anything."
"I used to. But now I don't know how to." (Y/n) closed her eye and tried to get some sleep with the comfort of the cool metal that she lay flat on. "Tell me Mon, why do you live?"
"To have fun." Was her friend's simple reply.
"Where do you find that here?"
"Whenever I'm around with you girls." Mon said with a smile.
"Don't you miss your family?"
"Hardly had any memories with them."
"Memories huh?..." (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes to look at the ceiling of the underground city. Mon looked down at her with sympathetic eyes. "At least you have some." They were awfully quiet, Mon was tensed because she wasn't used to (Y/n) so... out there... To (Y/n), she didn't really care. She thought her personality and attitude was fine. Talk when spoken to, ignore when bored, follow when moving.
Like said, Mon was not used to her so impassive. (Y/n) was the type of girl who led people through the dark with her own darkness, one who jokes even at the worse of times, would whine whenever people wouldn't greet her back, would smirk to piss off their best friend and jump in to a wrestle. At the short time they've come to known each other, Mon did not like how (Y/n) turned out to be. So she sometimes wonder about Isrea and Dria since those three were like the three musketeers.
"Monique! (Y/n)!! Dinner!" Wenzy called out from the window.
(Y/n) yawned and sat up. "You sound like a housewife." She grumbled to the dark skinned female, who's brown eyes shined when seeing her friend about to jump into the window and have dinner with them.
"Yay! (N/n)'s gonna eat!!" Wenzy cheered and clapped her hands. The aforementioned girl kicked off from the pipe and jumped into the window. Wenzy didn't even let her toe touch the surface of the wood and just tackled her to the area to the right of where the (Y/n) intended to land. The wind got knocked out of her as her back thudded on the ground with Wenzy on top of her.
Monique gracefully landed to where (Y/n) was supposed to stand at, giggling at how Wenzy did what she did. "Don't... Laugh." (Y/n) groaned.
"Sorry sorry!" Monique rubbed the back of her neck. "Come on, I'm hungry."
Wenzy nodded and stood up, helping (Y/n) up as well. Monique and Wenzy started to go down the stairs, they also noticed that they were a child too short. "(Y/n)?" They both called.
"I'm coming. Give me a minute. You guys go ahead." Was her reply.
The two little girls looked at each other with a little sadness. Those were the words she often used when she's actually not coming down. But they held onto the small conviction since their friend had the energy to go down the pipe. So they weren't hesitant to fully bound down the stairs and to the table where they usually ate their meals.
A girl with platinum blond hair and another with really long dark brown hair were already seated, a bowl of noddles in front of them and where the other three were supposed to be seating. Monique and Wenzy sat down across Dria and Isrea. All four waiting for their other friend who was supposed to be seated in the middle of Dria and Isrea.
After a few minutes, soft creaks were heard as small feet went down the stairs. The two seatmates grinned as (Y/n) sat between them. Her (e/c) eyes looking at the food before her. "Good to finally have you eating." Isrea nudged her elbow onto (Y/n)'s side with a smile. She returned the smile before turning to Dria, who was also smiling at her.
(Y/n) moved Dria's bowl and placed down a rectangular box on top of the table in front of her. Dria had an eyebrow raised as she eyed both (Y/n) and the thing wrapped in brown paper.
"Happy birthday."
Sea green eyes widened at the greet. "How-"
"Just open it god damn it." (Y/n) growled.
Dria's eyes went back to normal with its rare gentle stare towards the gift. Her small hands ripped the wrapper and her small plump lips released a gasp when she saw what she was given.
"In case you forgot the scenery outside this hellhole, might as well not let your artistic skills go to waste." (Y/n) said as she dug into her food. To only choke on one bite as she was hugged tightly around her waist and neck. "O-oi! Let go." She said with a few coughs and gulps.
"Thank you."
"I only got you two brushes, sorry 'bout that. You can probably borrow some brushes I gave to Wenzy-"
"Brushes are no problem." Dria cut her off. "My specialty was always finger painting."
"Okay okay, let's eat." (Y/n) pried Dria's arms off her body and held her spoon.
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They all chatted, singing songs here and there. Random tickle fights were taken lightly.
(Y/n) would watch with a ghost of a smile.
She petted Isrea and Monique's hair. As they slept in front of her Indian seated form. Her eyes glancing to Wenzy and Dria who fell asleep with paints on their cheeks and fingers, miraculously not dirtying their clothes. (Y/n) stood up and blew the firelight of the candle. Carefully going down the steps and heading for the door.
They were asleep.
Now she can get started.
(Y/n) quickly, but silently ran down the alleyways, her destination... some house that is too big for only one person.
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"(N/n)! You came!" A young man that may be around his early twenties glomped her. Even with his structure and looks, he is actually quite old... for a human... And partially for a vampire.
"If the King wishes, then I must." (Y/n) softly said.
"Hmm." The 'king' hummed and petted her hair as he pressed her face to his hard chest. "If only those peasants are as loyal as you." He then crouched down a little to carry the girl in his right arm. ((A/N: imagine how Wolf would carry the Green Witch in the Green Witch arc of Black Butler..))
(Y/n) was silent as she wrapped her left arm around the King's neck. The King walked to his throne room and sat down on his throne, making sure that the little girl was comfortable on his lap. "My little red." The vampire nuzzled his nose into her (h/c) hair. Using his thumb to rub circles on her wrist. "How do you always smell like chocolate?" It was rather a rhetorical question.
"Oh!" The King pulled back with a look that said he remembered something. "I have those lollipops you loved." His tone was full of excitement, always wanted to see his little red's smile. He reached something on the table on the right side of his throne. (Y/n) twisted to the left to see what he was doing. A small 'huh' came from her lips. While she did, the King gently shoved a (fav flav) lollipop into her mouth.
"Smile for me, little red!"
(Y/n) sighed, but faked a cute childish grin. The King manly squealed and hugged her to his chest tighter. His back slightly slouched so his face could reach her neck. "Good girl." He whispered before licking the base of her neck where her neck and shoulder met. (Y/n) kept in a shiver and whimper as his fangs pricked her skin. Her eyes went half-lid as he sucked her blood, but not too much that she would die from blood loss. After all, she was the King's favorite.
She knew the term well and that word fitted this king.
A pedophile.
(Y/n) despised this man so much, but she had no choice. If she were to be this man's doll, then wherever she goes she is protected. So if she is at home with her friends, no one would harm them because she is there with them.
The King was done with his meal and just fiddled with the pendant of (Y/n)'s choker. Since she's his pet, the pendant she wore is different from the normal silver given to every other child. It was a shining ruby, literally. She also had navy blue leather bracelet cuffs that also had shining rubies to match. He loved red and he thought that it's cute that his two favorite things are together.
Silence. It was a comfortable silence. (Y/n) with a little less blood and the night time outside, her eyes drooping slowly. She didn't mind at all that the King pulled out her half licked lollipop and actually put it in his mouth. "Hush hush my little red. Push push on the bed. Sleep tight my little white. Please go down without a fight." He sang softly and tilted (Y/n), so that you could sleep in his arms like a baby. His right arm under her upper back, her head on the cushion of the armrest, his left hand was on top of her eyes to block out the light that could irritate her sleep.
"The moon is up and I am okay. But I am night and you are day. I'm asleep while you go play. Now I'm awake, defending your way."
At that last lullaby, she went to sleep.
Ruby red eyes looked down at the vulnerable human on his lap. So fragile. If he were to release pressure onto her wrist, her bones would break. If he were too reckless, he might suck her dry. If the days went on, she would die before him.. She is mortal while he is eternal. But she had something he doesn't... A heart.
"Oh my little red." He whispered, twisting her (h/c) locks around his left pointer finger. "I wish you do not leave my side." He pressed his pale pink lips on her warm forehead.