Lyra1960

Long, bandaged fingers reached out for you like the grimy, terrifying tentacles of an octopus. The overwhelming stench of alcohol wafted into your nose as Dazai breathed all over your face. “I’m going to catch youuuuuuuuu!” With a grunt of dismay, you caught his arm and pushed against him until he flopped back on his bed. “Dazai, you are completely wasted,” you told him while untying his shoe. “Lie down before you hurt yourself.” Spurts of jovial giggles erupted from his lips. Once again, he stretched out his arms to you. “I’m going to catch you, my little fairryyyyy!” he sang.

How fun it was, being in the middle of this war between humans and vampires! Meddling with ones, tormenting the others... But on which side was the Seventh Progenitor? His very own, perhaps. A third party, unknown to almost everyone involved in this fight. How exciting. For him, obviously, but also for the very few people aware of his plans. His closest, most trusted servants. Crowley? Certainly not. Sure, he was a noble, a mighty Progenitor, but still, just a pawn for Ferid to play with. Someone else knew about the silver-haired lord's schemes. A vampire, without any rank nor fame. Just a maid, barely average in strength and plain in beauty.

PG13 ------ His first mistake was meeting you… "Ugh, I’m never going to make it out of here alive, now am I?" You groaned out in exasperation, distraughtly scrutinizing the local area but not recognizing any potential landmarks. "Fuuuuuck meeeeee." Every establishment looked dangerously similar to you and there was no train station in sight while the townspeople were absolutely unhelpful to you. The Japanese style town you were currently located in was absolutely breathtaking - it was a pleasant surprise how authentic the homely village was with its cobblestone paths, Japanese maple trees, and delicately embellished houses. See