Act 1 Wolf

  Within the barely used parking lot three girls stood, the strongest was short with brown hair wearing the clothes of a frilled bowed maid, her heart was those of gears and clockwork.

  The wildest of the three was a wild flower of red, with eyes of that of a predator, as her nose sniffed at the air like a wolf of the great woods.

  And the last of the girls was the most beautiful of all with her scarlet red eyes, and softly northmen blonde hair, as her noble dress danced at the breeze that buffet her and her company.

  “Was Rikka’s words true?” The princess asked as my senses told me yes, but also that the place smelled of evil, an evil that every true werewolf should know.

  “Yes, Shiro’s here, somewhere. . . but that place, it’s a vampire's den, I don’t know how many, but it reeks of there influence.” I said as I started breathing deeply, trusting in the princess to plan something.

  “Are you sure Shiro would be safe?” I asked again just to be sure.

  “Yes, even if that building were filled with vampires, no self respecting blood sucker would drink the blood of a corpse.” She said with all the confidence of a royal.

  I nodded as we started walking towards the entrance of the hospital, hoping that Shiro stays dead until we can find him and take him home, anything less would be a raid without any comrades as back up.

  “Wait, are you certain this is a den of vampires?” The princess stopped and asked me as she looked up and I followed her lead, seeing a white haired boy smiling down at us, waving.

  Before I could yell he quickly disappeared, and the princess had her hand on my mouth.

  “Be quiet dear, I can feel them now, watching us, would you mind being a distraction?” She asked as I smelled them, just beyond the lobby, dozens of barely human things running towards us.

  I looked up and the moon was full, finally revealed by yesterday's errant rain clouds.

  “Shiro! Hide! Will come to you!” I yelled as I run towards the doors, my arms ready for battle.

  “Crash!” The entrance shattered apart as I punched my way in meeting a dozen weak vampire slaves in my way.

  “Get out of the way, weaklings!” I yelled my challenge, as I made a path for myself, and distraction for the princess.

  Act 2 Puppeteers

  Within the roof of the hospital of evil, two vampiric civitas of the vampire world, talked, blood red where there eyes, both knowing the presence of the other.

  “I am intrigued, it is not every night I see a master move to save their servant.” The male vampire spoke, a wine glass at his hand, sweet with virgin blood.

  He was ashen in hair, bleeding bronze of eyes, noble clothes coated and hidden by a vampiric cape of the colors of night and blood, shading his dark copper skin.

  “I am more intrigued by you, the conductor of this little evening event.” The female of the two hunters of the night spoke.

  She was of raven hair, with clothes of the night sky, broken only by the paleness of her skin and the blood red of her scarf and eyes.

  “Visitors seem to keep flowing in tonight.” The vampire spoke as he drank the last few drops of his drink from the roof they floated on.

  As he turned to meet the vampire who was moments ago, outside his senses.

  “I am Count Zahav, I look forward with dealing with you night sister.” The vampire Zahav was bursting with the arrogance of nobility.

  “Your reputation precedes you count, others tell me of your horrendous tastes even amongst the vampiric nobility.” Rikka said as she kept her hands behind her.

  Zahav smiled at her as she spoke of his reputation.

  “I am quite honored, that you had even heard of me.” He said as the sound of destruction continued below.

  “Truthfully, my methods are beyond that of common folk, making them easily misunderstood.” Zahav was arrogance was in every word.

  “But I’m not sure, I’d call your games tonight particularly complex.” Rikka shot back, her voice sultrily mocking, as both did not break their eyes upon each other.

  “Seems this little town of yours wouldn’t be boring then.” Zahav said in casual surrender as he closed his eyes and gave her a small bow, before turning around.

  “I’m aware of the lovely princess in this wooden town.” He said as he looked down on the blonde beauty with her small maid.

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  “You’d love a sip of her blood, wouldn’t you count?” Rikka’s voice is smaller than before but it did not lose her edge.

  “Ha ha! Aren’t you after it as well?” The count said after a burst of laughter.

  “Guess you’ll have to wait and see count Zahav.” Rikka answered as she floated up.

  As she neared to his side, the count acknowledged her with his empty cup of blood.

  “I’m starting to take a liking to you, Ms. Rikka.” The count said as Rikka stayed a distance to his side.

  “Oh world of beyond, let me keep what I have. . .” Both shook as they heard singing in their ears.

  This made Rikka laugh in amusement, while the vampire count looked on even more interested.

  “It seems the ‘servant’ had started his move.” Rikka said in barely a whisper as she stood back straight and looked upon the sky and around her, as the very air started to become heavy and sparkle.

  “Sorcery? A barrier of some kind, I did not know the princess had such a companion.” The count said his face becoming a little more serious, losing his perpetual arrogant grin.

  “Let me know the world, as I knew it before, as the evil within. . .” The two vampires stumbled, their feet touching the roof, instead of floating just above it.

  “Oh no, that’s not another companion, it’s the corpse you dragged in to summon its lord, what do you think he would do as recompense?” Rikka said smiling as she walked off the roof as the count watched in shock.

  Act 3 Vampire talk

  “Let those who worship the night, know of true fright.” I finished my song as I walked through darkened corridors, the spirit of my old self fading.

  Piles of bodies laid as I walked through them, walking towards the noise and yelling I heard moments ago.

  “Why is she so reckless?” I thought of Lizel as I heard her yelling my name.

  “Knock. Knock.” I heard of the knocking of glass and that made me turn and see a floating Rikka just outside the hospital windows.

  “Can you invite me in Shiro?” The seductress asked as her voice played games with my mind.

  “Of course Rikka.” I said as I opened the window.

  “You may come in.” I said as she turned into a cluster of bats, entering through the window.

  Her bats surrounded me, and as she turned back to normal I felt her cold skin wrapped around me.

  “Rikka, are you the one responsible for this place?” I asked her as I started walking through the corridors, I was relieved that the patience wasn't turned, it was just the staff.

  Which was still pretty bad, as I didn’t know how to turn them back to human, without paying a hefty sacrifice.

  “Shiro! I thought you knew me better than that!” Rikka answered in faked indignation, which made me reach up to pat her head, which silenced her.

  “You're no fun, No Shiro, I am not part of this horrendous game, only a noble vampire can make so many pawns.” She said as she pushed me away and we continued walking.

  “Good, tell me Rikka, is there any way to turn them back?” I asked as I kneeled down to examine one.

  She looked to be in her late 20s, a nurse, her clothes were ripped and blood was definitely been drained from her through cuts.

  She was pretty enough I suppose, but her freckles, dark eye bags, and faded make up did lower her beauty, her body wasn’t that interesting as well, being skinny with small fats on her waist, soft round ass, and her breast wasn’t even that soft even though they were small.

  As I opened her eyes, and looked into her mouth both were in the process of becoming inhuman.

  “Maybe, many seem to have only been hypnotized and others are newly turned into pawns, I know a few ways.” She said as I felt her get closer and then felt her pressing herself on my back.

  “But why would I help?” She said whispering to my ear, her breath was cold, and smelled of fermented berries and fresh blood.

  “Because I don’t want to do this all night.” I answered as I pressed my hand on the neck of the fallen pawn, making her burst into fire, sacrificing an hour of vision from my left eye.

  “Ekk! Shiro!” Rikka was surprised, jumping away from me as I stood up as the fire burned out revealing a naked but fully human woman on the cold floor.

  She was now much more pretty, even without her makeup, as she started breathing again, I picked her up and placed her in an empty hospital bed.

  “I can cure them, but it’ll take the entire night to do so, if you have an easier suggestion I would treat it as a small favor.” I spoke as I turned around.

  Meeting the blood red eyes of a vampire, which wasn’t pure evil, as one of my eyes turned white and blind.

  Her shock quickly vanished, replaced by a smile that smelled of steel, my young body, stumbled as the sudden blindness shook my balance.

  “A small favor? Alright I will take that deal, all you need is for them to be touched by sunlight before the next moonless night.” She said before turning around and leaving the room, I followed after covering the naked nurse with a blanket.

  “Sorry for all this, I know this was all the fault of a game you didn’t know, being force to play as a small piece. . . may you have sweet dreams, nightingale of this church of healing.” I said as I felt the guidance of an old priest within me stir, with a light kiss on her forehead I left.

  “Tell me Rikka, you told me earlier but why can’t you make pawns of your own?” I asked casually as we walked the now quiet hospital, Lizel seemed to have calmed down, but she was still yelling my name from time to time.

  “Shiro! Yell if you're not dead!” She kept saying, I heard and I think she was on the ground floor of the other side of the hospital.

  “Noisy bitch. Cough. . . sorry.” Rikka commented with venom but quickly returned to her sweet mask.

  “It’s because I’m a free pure-blooded vampire.” She said with genuine happiness and satisfaction in her voice.

  “And what you fight is a noble-blooded vampire, who seems to have a master greater than him, and those of his breed and higher are the only ones capable of making pawns for their games.” She said a hint of cold hatred in her sweet masked tone.

  That atleast answers my guess that the vampires here and my last life was similar, lesser vampires hate there progenitors and always schemes to usurp them.

  “Do you have a bloodborne weapon Rikka?” That seemed to have shocked Rikka as her brow twitched and her mask momentarily fell.

  “Huh? How do you know about that Shiro? Did you have an ancestor who fought in the century wars?” She asked with naked curiosity in her voice.

  But I did not answer immediately, as I did not know if she could hear my lies. So in silence we walked, I answered after a good few minutes of thought.

  “A teacher told me about it, but didn’t explain why some vampires had it and others did not.” I said remembering my teacher, I eventually learned why all on my own, but she wasn’t the one who made me learn of it in the end.

  “Interesting, no I do not have one, only some nobility, the royalty, and elders of the vampires have them. those weapons are sacred to us vampires as there the reason we keep our independence.” She said, sounding proud, of her race as we walked down the stairs, seeing less fainted pawns.

  “Shiro! You're alive!” It was Lizel who cut into our conversation as she saw me up the stairs, her face filled with relieved joy, but then turned sour as she looked at my side.

  I moved quickly jumping down, making Lizel catch me, distracting her from Rikka.

  “Thank you Lizel! I can barely walk, I need the princess. . .” I said weakly, acting like I was dying as I looked back and winked at the temptress.