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Farrah Akane
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"Listen to me Farrah, these boys aren't like any you've ever met. If it weren't for the contract being drafted as we speak they would tear you apart. To them you're just cattle; Disposable."
I don't think the gravity of the situation had hit me. For 15 years I have lived and breathed in this Academy. In three more years I would have become one of the few to live to become a Master. Yet on this day I was being chosen. A rich man of high social status had traveled very far for me. He, of course, refused to meet me.
He must have been very powerful and dangerous for Master Lucia to be behaving like this. Frantic that is.
"One of your court mates is preparing your luggage and another is collecting all of the books you could possibly need to continue your studies." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Farrah, you do understand how peculiar this is? A Witch to stop their training and be given assignment? It's not just any assignment either. You're in this until you die." I had never been close with Master Lucia and I doubted I would have. Her uneasy exterior made me question why she felt attached.
"Yes I understand. I am to protect his Heirs until I die. I am to be bound to them, unable to die by usual means. I am to fulfill his wishes, whatever that may incline." I shrugged on my jacket, glancing at the clock on her desk. My time here was dwindling.
Any sane man or woman would have declined this choice. I however wasn't granted such the luxury of choice.
In 10 minutes I would leave St. Lilith's Academy for good. No time for goodbyes, not even time to pack my own items. Just gone, like I was never there to begin with.
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I had just gotten off the private jet in Japan and was sitting in a private car, waiting to be driven to the Sakamaki residence.
I had yet to meet the man but my employer was Karlheinz. A famous politician in Japan.
I was yet to be told what clan of the demon race they were but considered the hour and location, Midnight in the Eastern Hemisphere, there really was only one thing they could be. Upirs or as they were more popularly known; vampires.
My employer had not informed me much. All I was told was that I would arrive at the family home and get settled and acquainted with his heirs. In a few days, I would receive my school materials through the courier.
I was supposed to learn about Vampire and Werewolf nobility this year so my knowledge was currently lacking. This would most likely become an issue.
I had spent my entire life at the Academy, training hard, and now here I was. In a foreign country whose language I had barely mastered with no real understanding of how it's society worked.
At the Academy, Witches are taken very young from their families and trained to become Masters. Then once they have fully matured they are bought by families to protect the supernatural from hunters.
This leaves one burning question unanswered; Why was I, Farrah Akane, flown half-way across the world in the middle of training to be assigned?
I was only 18 and yet I had never been anywhere but wherever the academy decided to post me for my training. I was uneasy with this new living arrangement.
We pulled up to the gate of a manor, the wrought iron, polished and sturdy, was supposed between solid concrete walls that were easily 13 feet high.
My driver exited the vehicle to open my door and grab my two bags; a dark brown duffel bag and a matching suitcase. He handed them to me and hit a button on a remote he produced from his coat pocket.
The gate slid open four feet and he nodded at me. "The Master eagerly awaits your arrival." He then got in the car and drove away.
With a huff I trekked towards the three story manor, walking around the giant gargoyle fountain and up to the front door. The moon illuminated the brass knocker and before I could even lift my arm up the door opened.
It was an old man at the door. He opened the door wider and I stepped into a foyer.
"Lady Akane, I presume?" His voice was so blank that I questioned if he was strung out on something, "Right this way and I shall see to it that your baggage is properly delivered to your quarters." He arm came up to grasp the bag I had slung over my shoulder.
I stepped back out of his reach and tightened my grip, "Thank you, but my bags stay with me." He eyed me warily while I offered a tight lipped smile, "To the sitting room then. The Master is ready for you."He said as he led me out of the foyer and into a separate room.
Judging on looks alone, The Sakamakis are rich yet simple and traditional. It made me envious of such a life. Staying in one place and making it your home. I never stayed at one academy for long so I was always on the move with the other's in my class.
There were two couches surrounding a lone coffee table that held a phone on it. It began to ring before I could even properly get comfortable on the couch.
I glanced over my shoulder, confused, but the man that greeted me had vanished.
I extended my arm out and pick up the phone, "Hello, Sakamaki residence, How may I help you?" I wince at how much of a phone operator I sounded like, never mind the fact that I was embarrassed at how thick my American accent was. I fiddled with the zipper on my denim jacket and was about to put the phone down before whoever was on the other line laughed. Laughed so loudly that I jumped.
"Oh, Farrah what an absolute muppet! You'll do just fine here." His laughed had died down to a warm chuckle but that didn't stop the unease that had settled in my stomach. Who was this man, How did he know me, and how did he know I was here at this precise moment.
"I apologize but I don't think we've met. What's your name?" I had now started twisting the cord around my index finger.
"Hmmm? You're right little Muppet. You and I haven't met and we will not meet for sometime. Curious to ponder considering that I know so much about you. Farrah I know you so well that I'm willing to bet that if I were able to see you right now that your left leg would be bouncing on your toes. You always seemed to do that when you were anxious." I froze, my leg stopping. "I even bet that you're wearing that drab denim jacket and those worn brown boots. Let's here it little Muppet, just how right am I?" He sounded smug, knowing he had successfully gotten under my skin and made me uncomfortable. It took everything for me to not slam the phone back on the receiver.
Instead I swallowed the lump in my throat. If this man wanted to toy with me, I needed to figure out who I was dealing with. "What can I say? I have a very specific style."
I could hear the pause in his breath before a thundering laugh came out.
"A strawberry blonde half-breed with a sense of humor. My brother seems to have outdone himself with you. Since you've managed to amuse me, Muppet, I'll give you some knowledge."
Brother? Who the hell is he talking about?
"You are in a house full of vampire heirs to the demon king. Now you signed a contract before you came here that magically bound you to these boys. They can't kill you and you can't kill them."
I wondered if the man was smiling now. He must be happy knowing that I'm completely at his whim.
I wish I had said something in his brief pause, to coax him into giving me his name or some other clue, but the man continued on as he knew he had me right where he wanted me.
"Such an interesting creature. I'll have to stop by to meet you, Farrah. I wonder how you taste. Do you think I'd be able to taste the half-bloods flowing through you?" I held my breath. They knew exactly what I was. Everyone from the Master's at St. Lilith's to this Vampire who worked with Karlheinz seemed to know. Everyone, that is, except me.
His sharp laugh shocked me. "You're lucky the boys don't return home from the city until 1 am so that means you have until Dinner which starts promptly at 5 am to get comfortable before you get to meet them. Fortunately this time they've been informed that there would be a new presence tonight. Of course anything that happens to you is entirely out of our hands now."
Dinner at 5 am? What the hell? "Wait," I start but am soon greeted by the click of the call ending.
Dammit.
A sharp knock caught me off guard and I almost yelped. Get a grip Farrah.
"Lady Akane, This way to your living arrangements." It was the same man as before. I spared a glance at the phone sitting at the coffee table. With a sigh I grabbed my two bags and followed the man up two flights of stairs. I tried my best to pay attention but with a manor as large as this one I could see that proving very difficult. I looked at my leather bound watch, I needed to set the proper time once I got the chance.
"This is the third floor. All of the past Wives were housed here along with three of his sons. The Second door belong's to the Eldest Son, the fifth door belongs to one of the Triplets, and the Sixth door belongs to the youngest son. You will be staying in the fourth room which used to belong to Lady Christa. On your desk will be an envelope detailing your assignment along with a map. Dinner is at 5 am. Do not be late." The butler? Servant? Honestly I wasn't clear on what to call the man but he had finished his speech and yet we were still in front of the stair case.
I looked at him. "Are you going to show me to my room?"
He shook his head firmly. "I'm afraid all the servants aren't allowed on this floor at all Lady. This is as far as I go. Just follow the hall around. Your room will be the fourth door on the right. " He had barely finished talking as he began descending the stairs. His voice leaving me.
Crap. I started on forward. Door number One, the servant didn't mention who used to live in this room but I can only imagine that the rooms he didn't specify belonged to the wives. I wonder where they were and why I was staying in one of their rooms.
Door Two, That room belonged to one of the son's right?
Door Three, another unspecified room.
Door four, My room.
I stare at the door knob, almost willing it to open itself before breathing a sigh and grasping the knob in my hand.
I heard the swish of the air and I managed to narrowly duck before getting hit. I hit the floor and let out a yelp. Fuck, all of my weapons are sealed away. I throw my arms up to block another attack. Where the hell are my bags?
I'm grabbed hard and thrown against the door. My forearms are in the boy's hands and he's livid. I finally get a good look at him.
Soft white hair and red eyes. It's the baby set of fangs I spy in his mouth that I linger on before I realize he's yelling at me.
"Answer me! Who the fuck are you and what business do you have in that room." He was almost snarling.
In my panic, any and all Japanese has completely left my mind and I don't know what the hell to say. So I kick his knee out and throw my arms, effectively breaking his hold and making him angrier.
Shit, shit, shit.
I feel the surge of power in my blood and I'm briefly comforted by the fact that he won't be able to bite me. However, I have a very pissed vampire on my hands and no way of stopping him from beating me senseless.
I have completely fucked myself. So I do the only next thing I can really do.
Run.
Run straight into another vampire and send both of us tumbling to the ground. Jesus Farrah, it's like I forgotten every valuable skill I've ever been taught.
This one, however, manages to get a hold of me.
His hand is a vice in my hair and I'm panicking as I get hauled up to my feet.
My next is burning with the strain, as is my scalp, but I need to get my bearings before I fully defend myself and escape.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a hat on the floor and further down are my bags.
"Laito, She's mine!" It's the white haired boy. The anger is rolling off of him and I think I could suffocate from how it overpowers the hall.
The one with his hand in my hair just hums and tugs upward, making me grit my teeth. His hair is long and red. The smug smirk on his face is adding to the unease I already feel. I need to focus on my Japanese. I can't work myself out of this situation without communicating.
"Little Red seems lost. This most certainly isn't your story, now is it?" The one, Laito I presume, was taunting me.
"I'm a strawberry blonde!" I spat at him, reaching back to grab his arm and take pressure off of my neck.
The vampire hummed. "You sure know how to pick the feisty ones, Subaru. Little Red with her thick accent has picked my interest." He smirked at the white haired boy who was standing fairly close and shaking with rage before moving his attention back to me, "Now who are you and what are you doing in this house?"
"Mother Fuck-" The curse barely left my mouth before I felt the sting at the back of my scalp. Dammit, I'm over this shit.
I jerked my legs up to my chest, which briefly threw the red head off balance, and as quickly and hard as I could I pushed my legs to the floor and dropped my weight.
I might not have known what exactly I was but I did know how to use my power.
I grabbed his arm and shoved my ass out and as I pushed upwards and sent the red head flying over my shoulder and into the boy. They both yelled as they went sailing down the hall a good distance. I however couldn't appreciate my handiwork. I needed to get out and find someone now. Someone that knew why I was here.
I managed to find that person fairly quickly in the form of a crowd of vampires at the top of the stairs.
There were four of them. All just staring blankly at me.
How had I, Farrah Akane; a simple witch, managed to fuck my life entirely in the course of 24 hours?
I'm completely and utterly screwed.
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That's the end of chapter one!
A whopping 2622 word count? Wack.
Hope you enjoyed, chapter two is in the works as this is being uploaded