𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

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CHAPTER — IV
part four

YOU AND Maki are the last to arrive at the dinner table. As soon as you step in, you immediately feel everybody's eyes on you. Father Fushiguro is sitting at one end, his elbow resting on the arm rest and his chin in his palm as he calmly sips on what seems to be water. On his sides are Nanami and Megumi, who are both sitting upright, looking all prim and proper—though Megumi looks a bit bored. Satoru is sitting next to Nanami, and there's an empty seat next to him, and then there's Suguru. On the other side there's Yuuji, another empty seat and then Nobara. Maki goes to sit between the youngests, leaving you as your only option to be next to the two most insufferable vampires you've ever met.

You also notice that the seat at the other end of the table is empty—but you doubt you'd be allowed to sit there, since those seats are usually taken my the hosts.

The table was made with forks of two sizes—a big one and a small one, a knife and two spoons. You're not foreign to this kind of table cutlery since you don't usually eat using chopsticks in your own home anyway. Though is it unexpected.

The room is lit with multiple candles, most of them on the gigantic chandelier that hangs on the ceiling, and the rest of them on the table. The same looming feeling dread that seems to follow you around the manor is amplified in the presence of the dark beings. Seeing so many vampires packed in the same room gives you some kind of... thrill ? You're not sure how to evaluate the rapid beating of your heart.

"Finally, we'd been waiting for you." Father Fushiguro says as you take a seat. He looks really good. His hair is pushed back. He's wearing a black shirt again, except this time it's not cotton but silk. He's even wearing jewelry; a single silver chain hangs around his neck, around his wrist is an expensive looking watch, and he's got a few thick silver rings around most of his fingers. You refuse to acknowledge the heat that's beginning to pool at your core as you look at him.

"Do you want some ?" Suguru asks from next to you, referring to the decanter he's holding that's filled with some transparent liquid that you assume to be water.

You nod, your throat does feel awfully dry suddenly. You try to blink away the memories of your recent nightmare suddenly plaguing your mind. Feeling thirsty is normal human feeling, nothing more.

"This is your first meal with us, we hope you enjoy it." Satoru says, grinning. He's got on a dark blue shirt that's rolled back to expose his forearms. You only notice now how big his hands are, with prominent veins that go all the way to his elbow, "My eyes are up here, princess."

You huff, looking away, face burning. That's when two men come from what you assume is the service door and start placing plates in front of everyone. They're both human—you're sure of it, though you can't explain how.

Their expressions are blank, preventing you from reading anything into them. You wonder if they know who they're serving, you wonder if they're also victims, like you.

Your heart pangs in your chest. You try to make eye contact but fail at their impeccable professionalism.

They finally serve you, and your heart cages in throat. It's some sort of crimson soup. The liquid looks thick and rich and so delicious. Half of you is mortified, thinking that this velvet soup might very well contain human blood—but part of your resolve is crumbling down as the sweet smell coming from it fills your nostrils.

You look at everyone else's plates and it's the same red liquid, albeit theirs is a looks a bit less dark.

You swallow, panic rushing through your veins. "Is-is that human blood ?" You dare ask, your voice coming out strangled. When you look up you notice that everyone's eyes are on you, probably enjoying the display of your panic.