Prologue:
“Sabohime-sama, are Ты really going to send Sayorihime-sama to THAT clan?” asked a woman who was wearing a light blue sleeveless kimono, has katana on her left side of the waist and the side and back of her кимоно are long(goes down to ankles)and the front of the кимоно is short and is wearing white shorts, has blue hair tied up in a bun and her eyes are closed, “We have no choice Tatsuta, in our current condition, if Seimei attacks us with his army, we would lose. And besides, that old bag and his men can be trusted, and I’m pretty sure they can protect my granddaughter!” answered a young woman who looked like she was in her 20’s while wearing a white кимоно with a short black hair(like Sayori’s but shorter), short to the middle of her neck, two medium-sized bells are floating beside her and some цветок ornaments on her hair and her golden eyes seem to glisten like stars while she was drinking sake. “I understand that, Sabohime-sama, but Ты already know that Sayorihime-sama doesn’t like yokais, and putting her in a place full of yokai might get on her nerves.” “Relax, Tatsuta! I’m positive, sooner или later, she will open up to them!”
-End of Prologue-
“Sabohime-sama, are Ты really going to send Sayorihime-sama to THAT clan?” asked a woman who was wearing a light blue sleeveless kimono, has katana on her left side of the waist and the side and back of her кимоно are long(goes down to ankles)and the front of the кимоно is short and is wearing white shorts, has blue hair tied up in a bun and her eyes are closed, “We have no choice Tatsuta, in our current condition, if Seimei attacks us with his army, we would lose. And besides, that old bag and his men can be trusted, and I’m pretty sure they can protect my granddaughter!” answered a young woman who looked like she was in her 20’s while wearing a white кимоно with a short black hair(like Sayori’s but shorter), short to the middle of her neck, two medium-sized bells are floating beside her and some цветок ornaments on her hair and her golden eyes seem to glisten like stars while she was drinking sake. “I understand that, Sabohime-sama, but Ты already know that Sayorihime-sama doesn’t like yokais, and putting her in a place full of yokai might get on her nerves.” “Relax, Tatsuta! I’m positive, sooner или later, she will open up to them!”
-End of Prologue-
Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten by a vampire. Leaves a scar of a звезда on the palm of their hand. Ты might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the звезда on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the звезда on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, мех stained
Mourning over
What his сердце once contained
воротник torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one день a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, мех stained
Mourning over
What his сердце once contained
воротник torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one день a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?