A/N: A warning to those of you who will read this!

This chapter will contain: depression, murder, suicidal thoughts, lack of mental stability, and topics regarding the point of life. Don't read it if you are sensitive to these topics!

Also...this chapter will be slightly dirty. Even I admit it. I mean...there's nothing explicit...but...yeah you get the point.

Please enjoy!

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"Mother...?" I whispered.

She held her cold look toward me without moving her eyes away once.

I fell to my knees, immediately lowering my head to her.

"Mother..."

"Do you know who I'm talking about, Wolfe?" she sighed as she nudged my face with her foot.

I didn't reply, prompting my mother to kick me in the face in one quick motion.

"That one b-tch. The one with grass-colored hair and dirty blue eyes. You know who I'm talking about, right?" my mother seethed to me.

I wanted to ask her, 'How did you find out...?', but the words couldn't leave my mouth once I saw the pure anger behind my mother's eyes.

"Did you think I wouldn't have noticed, Wolfe? You've been sneaking off to her room every night, right? I wonder what you did there with that wh-re."

A part of me froze and I felt words try to bubble out from my throat.

'Don't call Diana that. You have no right.' I thought to myself.

I clamped down on my tongue strongly, causing it to bleed.

What was I thinking...?

Talking back to Mother...

How stupid of me.

"Forgive me, mother. I made a mistake. I won't do it again," I said solemnly.

"And? Anything else?" my mother asked me.

"Forgive me. It won't happen again," I said with a deep bow, as I acted as if I was ready to let Diana go at any time.

"Do you think that's good enough for me?!" my mother yelled as she stomped her heel on my finger, breaking it in half.

It was lucky that I could no longer feel pain.

"Wolfe, you can't be weak. You must be strong. You must be merciless," she said as she stared at me, her eyes flared.

"Yes, dear mother," I said, my words slightly slurred.

"And since you want to be by her side so much, I'll make sure you two spend plenty of time together."

Strange...

The world seemed to spin in front of my eyes.

And the next thing I knew, the world went black.

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When I awoke, I had no idea how much time had passed.

It was nighttime outside though, judging from a small opening from the room I was in.

My body was nailed onto a cross which, to the demon race, was an extremely shameful and wretched position to be in.

And even though it was only a few nails and a sturdy piece of carved wood that was being used to confine me, a cross was excruciatingly difficult to escape from for those of my race.

I had no idea where I was.

From the tip of my toes to the very top of my head, my body ached as if I had just ran a marathon with sandbags tied to me.

My vision was blurry and my entire body felt numb.

How long had I been here for?

"...Mo...th...er...?" I murmured out into the darkness.

My throat was dry and tight, making it difficult for me to even speak.

Hot...

Everything.

Everything felt like it was on fire.

Thirsty...I was thirsty.

Was this...mother's new method of locking me away...?

I struggled against the nails that pierced through the palms of my hands, but it was difficult to break free.

A sweet scent wafted up to my nose and my dry tongue salivated from the smell.

I tried to break free using much more strength than before but, once again, I was unable to do anything.

Suddenly, I heard loud clanging and a small crash from somewhere behind me.

There was silence after that.

"Who's there," I said dryly in a tone that made it obvious that I wasn't simply asking a question, but giving an order.

No one responded.

I couldn't even turn around to see who it was.

"Answer me," I said, holding myself back from yelling.

Every time I felt extreme thirst, I always became irrational and more beast-like.

When no one replied to me again, I finally snapped.

"...Did you not hear me?! WHO IS THERE?" I yelled loudly, a growl escaping my lips.

There was more silence, and I was just about to scream once more before a stuttering voice replied.

"Ah...um...I-It's me...D-Diana..." she stuttered, her voice sounding quite reserved and shy.

I paused.

Diana...?

"Oh...I'm sorry...for yelling at you. Why are you here?" I apologized almost immediately.

For a brief moment, I nearly completely forgot about my situation and was simply relieved to hear her voice.

I tried to turn my head around before she screamed.

"WAIT! NO. DON'T YOU DARE TURN AROUND!" she screamed in a very high pitch.

But she was too late.

My eyes had already landed on her body.

She was wearing nothing but her undergarments; her pale milky skin almost glowed underneath the nonexistent moonlight.

Her eyes were glazed and wet with tears.

But what was more, from the corner of my eye, I could see chains looped around her ankles and wrists, making her completely unable to roll up into a defensive ball or run away in shame.

Her skin was slightly tinted red when I failed to look away immediately.

Beautiful.

I thought she was beautiful.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" she yelled once more and I immediately turned my head back to its original position, realizing what I had just done.

"S-Sorry," I said as I felt my own face glow bright red.

Any thought of my bloodlust was completely erased from my mind.

What in the world was she doing here naked?!

"Did you see...?!" she asked loudly.

"..."

"I'M ASKING IF YOU SAW ME N-NAKED!" she asked even louder as she stuttered.

The pure amount of embarrassment in her voice was incredibly cute but I couldn't just tell her that.

"...I-I'm sorry," I stuttered back at her.

And for a while, there was complete silence.

Oh god...What have I done...?

I wanted to slam my head into the nearest wall, if I could, but it was impossible in the way I was.

That was the moment I finally remembered my current situation.

"You...You...don't do that ever again or I'll find a way to kill you," she murmured abashedly in a very quiet squeaky voice.

"Yes, I promise," I nodded immediately.

"..."

I could almost imagine her pouting and tearing up in embarrassment from behind me.

The silence was suffocating, so I gave a small cough before trying to initiate a conversation.

"Do you know...why we're here...?" I asked slowly, silently hoping she wouldn't ignore me out of spite.

She didn't respond.

"Do you?" I asked once more.

"I don't..." she said in a very unconvincing tone.

"Are you mad at me?"

"...No."

"Are you lying?"

"Yes."

I sighed in frustration toward myself.

Idiot.

I was such an idiot.

If I had known, I wouldn't have had turned around to look at her or, at the very least, I should have turn away immediately once I took a glance.

But the sight of her on the ground like that...

I gulped as my thirst for blood came back.

My mouth salivated from the thought of biting down on her pale nape, painting her white skin with red using my own fingers.

I wanted to cage her in my arms and hear her wails and shrieks as her blood continued to flow and fill my mouth.

Almost immediately, I deleted those thoughts from my mind.

"Is there a way...for you to get out of here...?" I asked, my voice becoming hoarse and shaky as I tried to focus on more important things.

"Um, no. They tied me up. I can't even move..." she sighed in reply, completely oblivious to all the thoughts going through my mind.

"Why are they doing this..."

"..."

"Are you sure you don't know why?"

"Yeah."

"...I'm sorry."

"Why."

"Because of me...you're..."

"No, it's not your fault. It's your stupid mom's fault, so don't blame yourself," she said plainly.

"..."

"I'm tired...let's sleep, okay?" she asked quietly.

"Okay," I agreed.

But I stayed wide awake that night.

My thoughts were constantly drifting away to places they shouldn't have been—to red...to Diana.

Mother...please...set me free...before I do something I can't undo.

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Over a Month Later

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I could hear the sounds of Diana eating whatever was thrown into the room from behind me.

The only thing that was keeping my sanity together was the minuscule fact that I could not see her.

Hot...Hot...Everything is too hot...

I clamped my mouth shut to stop me from gasping in air, groaning from the psychological torture.

"Are you okay-"

"Don't. Talk," I said through gritted teeth, sucking in a huge breathe of air in the process.

I could almost feel my teeth grinding down over time.

This was likely the longest time I had ever gone without blood.

Any longer, and I would lose myself.

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Months Later

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I couldn't tell how long had passed now.

It had been too long since I've been trapped here and the sweet scent Diana gave off had only made me go slowly insane.

I couldn't think anymore.

I couldn't sleep anymore either.

I don't think I could even breathe properly.

Even my body, which had grown progressively hotter since the very start, cooled down drastically and became ice cold from the lack of blood.

Diana stopped talking to me for some time ago.

She probably knew...that if she even uttered a word, her voice would make me go even more insane.

I want her.

I want her.

I want her.

I want her.

I want her.

Her eyes.

Her lips.

Her neck.

Her skin.

Her blood.

Insanity.

I was going insane.

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My mind felt hazy as I awoke from one of my rare naps.

My vision was blurred as I looked upward.

And there she was.

Diana.

She was free from any chains and I felt a nice warm sensation on my face as she grazed her hand across my cheek.

I tried to bite into her finger, hoping for a taste of her blood.

Warm.

Her body...

Warm...

The sensation of my body weakening to this state, replacing everything I had ever known with the desire for blood, had tortured me for months on end.

It tortured my mind, my heart, and my sanity.

Over and over again...

"...C...o...ld...s...o...Co...ld..." I said hoarsely, my voice not passing through my lips properly.

Wherever she touched me felt nice and warm, sending tingles and shivers down my spine.

There she was.

The person that had passed through my mind over a million times.

Standing in front of me so calmly.

I couldn't care less about how she managed to escape her chains.

Or why she was standing in front of me like that, even though she knew her very existence was tempting me.

She still had no clothes on, but my lack of rationality didn't care.

All I saw was her pretty white skin and, beyond it, the bright red blood that flowed underneath.

I didn't see the bags under her eyes.

Or how horribly thin she was.

Or how she looked so weak, to the point where she could collapse at any time.

I reached my neck out, trying to lessen the gap between my fangs and her nape.

Ah...

I need it.

Give it to me.

"...p...le...ase..." I begged her.

I had lost control of myself.

Was I even myself anymore?

It certainly didn't feel like it.

"Do you know...Wolfe...? It's been...one full year...since we were locked up here..." Diana said to me, but I couldn't hear her.

I couldn't hear a single thing she said.

"Today...instead of food...they gave me a key...! It took me a while...but I managed to get those chains off of me..."

"...p...lea...se..." I murmured as I completely disregarded her words.

"I tried to open the door to get out of here...to go run and get help...but it was locked...and the key didn't work," she said a bit bitterly with a rough chuckle.

Blood...

Diana...

She was standing right there...

"And so...I had to sit down and think to myself...why they gave me a key...if I couldn't even leave in the first place..."

"B...lood...pl...ease..." I murmured over and over again.

She smiled at me.

"And I think I know what I'm supposed to do now," she said as she began pulling at the nails that pierced both of my hands into the wooden cross.

Wait...

No...

The nonexistent rationality I had left in my mind suddenly woke itself up from its slumber.

...Don't.

Don't free me.

"From the start...I didn't think I was supposed to make it out of here alive," she explained as she officially removed one nail.

When my left hand was freed, I immediately lunged my hand toward her, against my will, trying to seize her throat.

She barely dodged; my fingertips grazed her neck slightly.

"...N...o..." I whispered.

No.

I don't want this.

Don't free me.

"I'm pretty sure...the only way we can open that door...is if you break it down yourself. I'm not strong enough to do it by myself and no one is going to set us free," she said as she turned to look at me with glazed eyes.

No...No...No...

"But for you to break down that door...you need strength. And...right now...I don't think you have enough of it. It should be fine if I give you my blood though."

I tried to reach out to her throat again, failing in the process.

"Not yet. You can't kill me yet. I have to set you free first," she said, a strange determination lighting up behind her eyes.

She pulled out the nails that pierced both of my feet through the cross.

Ah...her scent.

It smelled so good.

"So. If the both of us can't make it out alive, I'd rather sacrifice myself. A king's life is more important than a maid's," she smiled.

My body began to tremble uncontrollably and my mouth began to salivate the moment it realized what was happening.

"One nail left," she said as she gave one small breath in nervousness.

"...N...o...!" I tried to yell, but she was already halfway done pulling it out.

But before she could finish, I yanked my hand free myself, letting the nail drop to the floor in a loud clatter.

"Wolfe..." she whispered before I immediately lunged at her, slamming her down harshly and caging within my arms.

Why...

How did things end up like this...?

"Wait. Not yet. I still have things I want to say-"

Before she could finish, I dipped my face down to the nape of her neck and breathed in the sweet scent.

This was the smell that had tempted me for months on end.

How was it possible...for someone to smell so sweet?

"W-Wait...! Wolfe...stop...! What are you doing-"

I licked her neck, making circles with my tongue.

It even tasted sweet.

"H-Hey...w-wait...W-Wolfe...?! STOP!! I JUST WANT TO SAY MY FINAL WORDS! STOP!!!" she screamed, bringing me back to my senses again.

I wanted to throw up.

What was wrong with me?!

I immediately jumped back away from her, slowly backing away as far as I could.

What was wrong with me...?

What happened to me...?

I kept backing away until I found myself in the corner of the room.

No...

I need to stay away from her.

I curled up in the corner of the room, forcing myself to stay down.

No...

No...

No...

Where's the exit?!

For the first time in a whole year, I could see the room fully.

It was an empty room made entirely of cement.

And in the corner, there was a massive metal door that was nearly three times taller than me and likely infinitely times thicker.

"Wolfe...there's no way out of here unless you break it down yourself...but you can't do that without refreshing yourself with blood...right?" she whispered.

"...N...o!" I screamed.

What was she even asking me to do...?

Diana moved toward me with light steps and my eyes naturally gravitated toward her, following her every step.

She crouched down in front of me with a gentle shaky smile.

Her nose was red.

"...St...ay...aw...ay..." I hissed at her through gritted teeth.

But she didn't listen and, instead, she embraced me within her arms.

Her touch felt warm on my ice cold skin and her sweet scent filled my nose.

It felt...nice...

"I didn't know how to say this before, Wolfe...But I love you. I love you a lot. I love you more than anything, Wolfe," she said, tears filling up her eyes.

Her words took my breath away.

"I want you to leave this place after this. Run away and don't look back," she said as she stared at me in the eyes with a pained look on her face as if she were holding a fountain of tears.

"...W...ith...y...ou..." I murmured.

I want to leave with you.

She shook her head and smiled.

"I wonder when you grew up so much. You're even bigger than me now, even though I'm supposed to be two years older," she laughed painfully.

She brought me closer, embracing me tighter.

"Go ahead and do it before I wimp out," she whispered as she brought my face closer to her nape.

My mind went blank the moment my lips grazed her nape.

And every inch of rationality that had awoken in me from before had died off once more, leaving me nothing left but the desire for her and her blood.

I breathed in her scent.

Every part of me that screamed at me to not do it was suppressed by the unshakable instinct of a vampire.

So sweet.

Everything about her was sweet.

Her scent.

The soft, scared look in her eyes.

Her skin.

I tasted it all with my tongue.

Every inch of her skin.

I tasted it all.

I wanted to savor the taste of it as much as possible.

Her body felt warm on my own skin, which was continually growing hotter by the second.

I want her.

I want her.

I want her.

I want her.

I want her.

My mouth salivated and I could feel my fangs ache from the wait.

I dipped my head down to her nape and nibbled it slightly.

Her blood...I wonder what it would taste like.

Diana had a flushed expression from beneath me and I chuckled slightly from her adorable reaction before biting down harshly into her flesh with my fangs.

And like a geyser, her blood spurted out into my mouth, coating my tongue with its infinitely savory-sweet taste.

My mind, which was already blank from before, went completely numb and paralyzed.

Blood...

For a full year...

I had gone without its taste.

But now that I could taste it once again, I had gone insane off of the pleasure.

I bit down even harder on her nape.

Blood straight from the source.

This was the first time that I had drunken blood this way and, immediately, I knew that there was no comparison between blood poured into a cup and blood straight from a body.

The feeling of her flesh against my lips, my gums, and my teeth melted me away until there was nothing left but a beast that wanted nothing but more.

I held her tightly within my arms, her body warming me up slowly.

Diana screamed and cried from the pain, but slowly, even her wails died off and her voice grew weak as her body went limp in my arms.

Vampires had venom in their fangs.

The venom induced the following: paralysis and euphoria.

It made sure that vampires had an easier time killing their prey.

"Wolfe..." she murmured.

At this point, to me, her voice sounded like it was begging for me to continue.

And perhaps she really was.

The feeling of Diana's body slowly growing colder and colder brought me over the edge.

I didn't want to stop until her body went as cold as ice.

And I didn't.

Tears flowed down my face when I finally regained some sense back in my mind.

Diana wasn't even moving anymore.

But blood still continued to flow into my mouth and, like the monster I was, I couldn't stop myself from lapping it all up.

Eventually, her heart, the single organ in her body that pumped blood, stopped.

Her eyes flickered a bit, her fingers twitched a little too, and her lips quaked before all her little movements died off.

I really...

I really had no control over myself...haha...

I couldn't even stop halfway.

Haha...

I removed my fangs from her flesh slowly, letting a small stream of blood drip down from the two piercings I made in her, and looked down her body.

Her pale white skin was now grayish-blue and the light in her crystal blue eyes was completely gone.

I started laughing like a madman.

First, I was a failure of a son.

Then, I became a madman in love.

Now, I'm just a murderer.

A plain old murderer who killed the only person that actually cared about them.

"Why am I like this...?" I said as more tears dripped down my eyes.

Diana's corpse laid down in front of me and I could do nothing but watch.

I reached out to her hand and felt it.

It was cold.

So cold.

Me.

Me.

I did that.

I hate myself.

I hate myself so much.

Why.

Why am I like this.

Why was I born like this.

Life is just some kind of sick joke, isn't it?

Out of all things to be born as, I was born as a vampire...

Haha...

I glanced down at Diana's body once more.

"Why...Why did you do that to me...? I...I loved you too..." I whispered, my voice cracking.

I was partially hoping for a reply that I knew would never come.

"Why. Answer me. Why?!" I asked, my voice becoming louder and louder—completely energized by her blood.

"...I wish...I wish we never met. I wish you never spoke to me. I wish you weren't my maid. I wish I never fell in love with you. I wish you would have just let me live in my little bubble with my mother. I would have been so much happier that way," I said as my tears built up again.

I wanted to scream.

"I wish I wasn't born. I wish I had died in the womb before knowing what it meant to be alive. I wish I died before knowing what happiness was. I wish I died before knowing what it was like to be loved. I wish I died before it was too late—before I became too scared to die."

The words continued to leave my mouth.

"I hate you too, Diana. I hate you so much. I'll never forget what you've done to me today. For forcing me to drink your blood like that."

I paused.

"No...I didn't hate you, Diana. I hate that I loved you."

Throughout all of this, Diana's corpse never responded to me, but I spoke to her anyway as if she were alive.

I spent a full day there in that room with her.

And I spoke to her, not wanting to leave—not wanting to acknowledge that I really killed her.

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Two Days Later

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I stared blankly at her body.

A foul smell began to fill the room.

But I didn't mind it.

To me, it still smelled sweeter than anything else.

I could still envision her staring back at me, smiling at me with that pure look on her face.

Eventually, I think my mother lost patience with waiting for me to leave the room myself.

The giant metal door that I should have broken down and escaped from opened up with a small creak.

My mother walked into the room with a disgusted look on her face.

"It smells absolutely awful in here...!" she said as she pinched her nose.

Her eyes finally landed on me and the corpse at my feet.

"Wolfe~! I knew you could do it! It took a while, but here we are. Do you feel better now?" she asked me, her eyes bright as she realized her son was still alive.

I stared back at my mother, whom I had not met for over a year now.

And I felt nothing when I saw her face.

Neither joy nor anger nor disgust nor anything.

Haha...I guess all my feelings died off with Diana.

"Come here to your mother, Wolfe. You need to take a bath to get rid of this horrible stench," she said as she opened her arms to me.

I looked at her and back at Diana.

And all the love I ever felt for my mother was replaced with regret.

"Did you forget how to speak after all this time? Don't worry. Your mother will teach you everything when you get back," she said as she hoisted me from the ground and brought me to my feet.

Diana.

I know you wanted me to escape.

But at this point, there's no point in escaping if I already know I won't find happiness at the end.

I don't think I'll ever be happy again.

I'm sorry.

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Years Later

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From that day forward, I never paid attention to anything anymore.

Whatever my mother asked of me, I simply did.

I didn't want to think anymore, so I let other people decide my life for me.

Every single one of my actions were all decided by Mother.

I started to find blood disgusting as well.

The sight of it.

The smell of it.

Everything.

I couldn't handle it.

Due to this, my mother called for a team of researchers to come up with a pill that would suppress bloodlust.

It worked and I took the pill weekly, never forgetting to take it once.

But one of the side-effects of this pill was drowsiness, so whenever I took a pill, I would feel the unbearable urge to sleep.

And, eventually, I found myself simply letting my body do as it liked and let myself drift in and out of sleep as it pleased.

There was no point in being awake anyway.

At least you couldn't tell if you were alive or dead if you were unconscious.

When I became the right age, my mother decided to completely get rid of me by sending me to a school in a foreign nation.

"I'll be sure to take care of Macrog for you," she had said with a grin.

I didn't mind or care.

Whatever happened to the country's people under her dictatorship wasn't of my concern.

"At that school, you'll be known as a 'prince.' Make sure they don't find out you're actually a 'king,' okay? Or else it'll only bring trouble to the both of us," she smiled as she patted my back before sending me on my way.

I gripped the pill bottle full of bloodlust suppressants in my pocket and took one before falling asleep on the train ride to Greenwood Academy.

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I walked into my dorm room with a blank expression on my face.

This was the place that I would spend the rest of my days in for the next few years.

Of course, I had no plans on coming home over the holidays.

I never received any order to do that.

The only orders that were given to me were to "fit in at school as a human" and to "not be found out as a king."

Slowly, I glanced over the room and my eyes landed on the second bed beside mine.

Whoever my roommate was didn't matter as long as they didn't bother me.

I moved over to one of the beds and claimed it as my own.

It was the bed farthest away from the window where the sunlight wouldn't reach.

Contrary to popular belief, vampires could move in the sunlight just fine—it was just more tiring to do so.

I laid down on the mattress, falling asleep almost immediately.

I didn't even plan on going to the opening ceremony.

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"It's nice to meet you. My name is Florence van Gloria. But you may call me Florence," my roommate introduced himself with a nod.

"Likewise. My name is Wolfeskikblokasretinhas juin Drakon ilun Escallopinuous Foxitilium le Roi. But you may call me Wolfe," I also replied with a lazy nod.

"That is quite...the strange name," Florence said.

"I have been told that before," I agreed.

"Since we are both princes, I guess we should get along for the sake of our countries," he said.

"...Of course."

"Is there anything that you enjoy doing? Perhaps I could join you next time," Florence asked me.

I tried to come up with a solid answer that wouldn't cause me any problems in the future.

"I enjoy sleep. Would you like to sleep with me next time?" I asked him.

"..."

"What is wrong, Florence?" I inquired, confused by his sudden silence.

"Nothing," he responded shortly after.

"Perhaps we should schedule some time to sleep together. Would tonight work?" I asked him politely.

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

"...We will be sleeping on separate beds, correct?" he asked.

"Of course. There are two beds after all. Unless you plan on just using one?" I asked as I cocked my head.

Humans were sure confusing.

They ask such strange questions.

Then, my roommate broke out into laughter.

"Get a load of this. I never thought I'd meet another airhead," he snickered as he patted me on the back.

"What's so funny?" I questioned him.

"Nothing. If you ever have time, I'd like you to meet some of my friends. I'm sure you'll get along quite nicely with them," he offered.

"No, thank you. I'm not interested and that sounds tiring," I said truthfully as I changed my way of speaking.

Since he wasn't speaking politely anymore, neither was I.

"If that's all, I'm going to go to sleep now," I said as I pointed to my bed.

Florence nodded and watched me as I crawled underneath my sheets.

Within seconds, my mind automatically shut down and I fell asleep easily.

Before I could fully slip away though, I could hear a bit of chuckling as my roommate murmured, "It's the middle of the afternoon though? How did he do that so fast?"

I wanted to open my eyes and look at him straight in the eye.

I wanted to tell him: "Do you take bloodlust suppressants every week?"

But I stayed silent and drifted away into unconsciousness.

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I didn't attend any of my classes on the first day.

There was no point and I could care less.

Being in a different room than my room back in Macrog felt strange.

This room had windows, lights, and a bathroom, unlike the one I used to live in.

But instead of feeling more comfortable, I felt more empty being in this unfamiliar room.

I sat up from my bed and walked over to the window.

Light shone through the window and the sunlight nearly blinded my eyes.

The school paths were quiet, which wasn't too surprising since classes were currently in session and it was the first day of school.

I stared lazily out of the window.

Time seemed to move in slow motion for me.

I was about to turn away from the window and retreat back to my bed, but something from the corner of my eye made me immediately focus my attention on it.

There were two students walking by from across the campus—one male, one female.

The girl was the only one who caught my attention though.

I could see it.

Two crystal-blue eyes.

The same eyes that Diana held...the eyes that had haunted me until this day.

And although she had aqua locks, instead of Diana's luscious green, she had them.

She had her eyes.

"Diana...?" I murmured out loud.

I didn't expect her to hear me, but the moment I said Diana's name, the girl from afar immediately turned to look in my direction.

I ducked away from the windows as fast as I could, my heart thumping loudly.

My hands began to shake and I looked down at the palm of my hands.

This was ridiculous.

I knew she wasn't Diana.

Diana was dead.

"Haha...I'm finally going crazy," I murmured to myself.

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A few days later, it began to rain.

I looked up to the sky from my window, feeling a small drizzle land on my finger.

Ever since that day, I couldn't find the blue-eyed girl walking by anymore.

It seemed like her appearance was just a one-time sort of thing.

...

...Perhaps I should try attending classes for once.

My roommate had pestered me about it for the past few days and I had disregarded his words easily.

I guess I should attend class every once and a while.

Without bothering to change into my school uniform properly, I left the room to head for the cafeteria.

As I approached the place, I could hear lots of loud noise and chatter.

I nearly turned around to walk back to my room, thinking that it would be too much of a bother to get involved with other students, but I sighed after I realized that it would be an ever greater bother to walk all the way back.

When I stepped into the cafeteria, I nearly gagged.

All types of people were carrying plates full of regular breakfast foods.

It smelled disgusting to a vampire like me.

That was when my eyes landed on a small girl with blue hair and familiar crystal blue eyes at a nearby table.

My heart began to beat rapidly at their uncanny resemblance to Diana's.

Even the girl's facial structure was similar to Diana's.

The only difference was the hair.

I shook my head.

That wasn't Diana.

That was someone completely different.

Surprisingly, I could see my roommate talking with that blue-haired girl.

It seemed as if though he were interrogating her over something.

Did they know each other?

Perhaps she was one of his friends that he had been talking about before.

I found my feet naturally moving toward them.

"...I-" the girl was about to say before I cut her off.

"I don't get what's going on, but don't you think it's unfair for so many dudes to gang up on a single girl? Are you okay there, little lady?" I asked first to the rest of the group before turning to the girl and giving her a pat on the back.

Her eyes were glued onto me as if she were surprised over something.

Ah...her eyes...

They really are the same...

I took a seat down by my roommate, Florence, who chuckled at my entrance.

"So you're attending classes today? I thought you would stay holed up in the room forever," Florence said sarcastically.

"...You're making me wish I never got out of bed..." I said honestly.

This already seemed quite tiring.

"This dude is my roommate, Lia. He's lazier than a pile of rocks on a roadside and has a pretty trashy personality, but he's a good guy to have around," he said as he described me crudely.

"...I don't know...whether I should take that as a compliment or not," I muttered as I took my hand and whacked the back of his head with it.

I don't know why, but it felt uncomfortable being described like that to someone who looked so much like Diana.

After that, my roommate began to flirt(?) with the blue-eyed girl in quite a scary way.

"Florence...man...I'm going to tell you this straight-up...You're creepy," I murmured seriously.

This was not a funny matter.

He was honestly quite scary.

"What? You're already bored?" Florence asked.

"I'm sleepy. Shut up," I murmured as the effects of my medicine hit me suddenly, making me dizzy.

I rested my head on my table and fell asleep like that.

Or at least...I tried to.

But, due to the extremely loud screaming and commotion that occurred while I was sleeping, I forced myself to wake back up to see a large raging flame consume our table.

Illusion magic.

I could tell what it was at first glance.

I actually had the illusion-magic attribute myself and, because of how poorly made this fire was, it ticked me off.

Really...

"...Can't any of you here understand that I'm trying to sleep...?! Why the heck is everyone being so loud?!" I said with extreme irritation for being woken up from my sleep.

I waved my hand and canceled the annoying, poorly-made magic immediately.

"What a cheap magic trick. I can't believe this was all it took to cause such a loud commotion..." I said, my words harsher than usual due to my sleepiness.

Darn it...

The world was spinning in front of my eyes.

I rested my head onto the table again to steady myself.

"A-Are you going to sleep again?" the blue-eyed girl asked me.

Her voice was soft and sweet, similar to bells.

"Only if you give me enough peace and quiet," I said sharply with a sigh.

After that, she didn't directly address me again.

I tried to close my eyes to sleep, but I felt too nauseous to do anything.

So I just sat there with my eyes closed, hoping for the side-effects to end.

And as I did so, I could hear the group interrogate the blue-eyed girl again, this time, with a bit more of a serious tone in their throats.

I could more or less understand what was happening from what I heard so far though.

I took a small peak at the blue-eyed girl to see an extremely flustered look on her face.

...Her panicked expressions reminded me of Diana's.

Before I knew it, I had already stood up from my seat and tried to defend her.

"She did nothing wrong. I was there the whole time when it happened," I said, pretending to wake up as I feigned a yawn.

They all stared at me with wide eyes.

"W-What?!" they all yelled at once.

I took a small glance at the blue-eyed girl at my side, who had a look of disbelief on her face, before continuing.

"Yeah. I didn't want to say anything though since I'm still having trouble erasing the memory from my mind..." I groaned.

"There's no way you could have been there. It happened during the Moonlit Feast. Only the student council and we were able to attend-"

"Well, it's because I'm a prince...I can do anything," I said as I interrupted my roommate, pretending that I wasn't just a royal-in-name.

"Oh, I see. Makes sense," my roommate nodded.

"Anyway, I can understand why'd the little lady is hesitating to tell you guys...Especially her buddy over there," I continued as I pointed at one of the boys, who I could tell at first glance was the closest to the blue-eyed girl.

Then, I continued to spin a tale over how the blue-eyed girl had met with a rock in the middle of the forest to make out with it.

Yes, I knew how ridiculous it sounded, but sometimes, the most ridiculous things are the most believable.

I told them of how she had treated the rock as her imaginary boyfriend, likely due to being drunk or possibly due to feeling lonely, before ultimately throwing up on the rock and killing it.

When I finished, surprisingly, they all believed me.

I wonder what sort of reputation this blue hair girl has...

When I made eye-contact with the girl, I could see her glaring at me.

She...she even gets angry the same way that Diana does...

Her lips pouted the same way as Diana's did.

Her eyebrows furrowed the same way.

Her crystal blue eyes stared sharply back into mine...

...the exact same way.

Everything was the same.

I nearly reached my hands out to her—to embrace her.

To tell her how much I missed her.

To tell her how much I hoped she would forgive me.

To tell her I loved her so much.

To tell her I would give up anything to see her again.

Tears nearly filled my eyes once more as I recalled everything I had lost.

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Diana.

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A/N: Wolfe's tragic past is finally revealed! There will be one more part to this special coming out next week that will describe Wolfe's perspective throughout the rest of the school arc as well as his perspective throughout the time when Cordelia went missing~

Also, I'm sorry for not being able to respond to any comments last week! Ever since school started again, I've been finding it a lot more difficult to reply to everyone, especially since the number of comments I get per chapter is steadily increasing...

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