I never asked for this [diabolik lovers]

wow i'm so welcomed here

My eyes fluttered open to a sudden halt of a car. My eyes flew open, as I frantically glanced around the car. That was odd, wasn't I just dying while doing a vampire hunt? I glanced out the window seeing a large mansion while the driver stared at me.

"Oi, this is your stop girl."

I slowly stood up with a confused look as I stumbled towards the front. The driver got out and grabbed a suitcase from the trunk and handed it to me as my eyes narrowed. It certainly wasn't my suitcase, particularly it wasn't my style. I glanced at the rear mirror as my eyes widened. This wasn't me. It most certainly was not. That curly blond hair, pink sweater and hair clip. Fragile appearance. I gritted my teeth as I realized what situation I could be in, I died and got a new life. I trudged away from the black car and looked at the name tag of the suitcase. Yui. I gripped the suitcase in anger hating the person I was. This appearance showed what type of person this new me is, and it's the exact type of people I hate most. The ones who are always defenseless and never do anything useful except whine and complain. The sky suddenly turned dark as lightning crackled around the sky. My face deadpanned at the bipolar weather as I shoved my hand into my pockets feeling a paper in my pockets as I pulled it out. It was a letter that I could notice so I opened up to see its contents to see if I could get a grip of what situation I was in. 

My eyes scanned over the papers as I slowly walked to the front doors of the mansion. Wow gothic style, how emo... I sighed as I gave a few knocks to the old doors. I felt a presence near the doors as I gulped realizing this might not be good. If my abilities from my past life passed over to this life, the only presence I was feeling approaching and all over the house were vampires. So I was sending a presence, but no one was opening the door.

 Wow how rude to ignore your guest. I let out a groan as I opened the door myself, noticing it wasn't even locked. I had to admit, the house was nice, but the amount of hunger for blood that radiated from the house made my mood go downhill. The door opened to an entrance with a red carpet going down the path that led to a stairway that split into two different directions. A grand chandelier hung over the stairs giving it a grand appearance. The hall also split down into two paths surrounding the main entrance with a square. I slowly walked down the hall as a frown adorned my face.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

Of course they're home, their presence reeked all over the place and made me want to puke. I glanced down the left hall seeing a window as lightning flashed across the window. Man this felt edgy as hell. I then glanced to my right seeing a man sprawled across a bench with a window above him. I walked towards him noticing he was dead asleep as lightning flashed again illuminating his features. Red hair that was an ombré to a lighter red. He was considerably good looking compared to the vampires I used to kill, but aside from that he's still a disgusting creature. I reached out a hand to tap his hand, and I quickly noticed how small I was. My hand seemed small and fragile compared to the man's larger ones. My hand barely grazed over the man as I felt the icy coldness of his body. It was like touching a lifeless corpse that was freezing with no heartbeat. That's it, I still had my abilities and couldn't even hear a small beat come from his heart. Of course, a heartless creature with no pulse has no heart, I don't mean that physically I mean that more of a metaphor. I grabbed my phone, noticing it was a flip phone trying to find any contacts to get me out this hell hole.

"God damnit, why the hell is there isn't a single contact!" I yelled in frustration as I went through the phone. A hand then snatched the phone from my hands as I saw the man sit up with the phone in his hands.

"Damn you're noisy..." the man muttered as his eyes flared into mine. His eyes were a bright green that reminded me of the outside of a watermelon. Now that I think about it, he is kind of like a watermelon with red hair and green eyes.