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♡❥I am yours, my blood, my heart❥♡

Description: A masquerade ball is held an Ajax's manor despite the recent uprise in what is suspected to be the work of a serial killer. He spots someone in the crowd who seems horribly familiar, desperate to understand why. (Uh- so I'm back to post another chapter once in a blue moon! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE VAMPIRES So yeah- you best bet I had to right a one shot with them. Get twilighted bitch)

     Blood. A delicacy among the undead. Once people, the hallowed out corpses lay lifeless in the street, their faces laced with an expression that could only be described as pure horror. A hoax the public called it, ridiculing those who believed the two wounds along each victim's neck could be the result of something...inhuman. Teeth latched to the man's neck, a thick coppery smell filling his senses as he felt his fangs pierce the crook in an animalistic manner. It had all begun with a masquerade ball, the noble simply enchanted by the elegantly pale man who seemed to stick out from all the rest of the crowd. Unable to keep himself away from his familiar presence. Little did he know the true nature of their reunion.

   Ajax Tartaglia. The third born child of the Tartaglia family, A well known group of nobles simply for their large influence on the fish trade and vast knowledge on the arts of war. A group of plenty masked individuals filled the dazzling grand hall of their manor, fond chatter in an uproar. Ajax stayed off to the side, he'd done quite enough mingling for one night, his thoughts much more focused on a sparing session which took place earlier in the day, still brimming with the thrill of almost beating his father in a duel.

The man stuck out like rusty nail in the crowd; He stood alone at the Center, his striking eyes seemingly following Ajax. Everyone else wore gowns and suits blooming with lively colours to truly flaunt their riches yet he wore a somber widow's black, the mask of a crow concealing his true identity. Their eyes met, an aura of familiarity filling the air. Ajax placed his drink aside, rushing to understand what was so alluring about the stranger.

No one else seemed to exist as they stood before each other, the crow offering out his hand. Ajax took his outstretched palm into his and placed a kiss to his ring finger, curious blue eyes peering up at the stranger through his mask of the red fox. "May I have this dance..?" Ajax asked breathlessly, there was no response from the man but a small nod and a smile.

The band played a slow romantic ballad, they swayed against each other amongst the affectionate pairs yet the whole world seemed to fade away, leaving them in the solitude of the other. "What is your name...?" The stranger's eyes narrowed as he placed his mouth to the Nobel's ear with such intimacy, his delicate hand resting on his throat as Ajax swallowed hard; His stoney touch pressing to his quickening pulse.

"You should know the heart of a masquerade is its secrecy, call me Karasu."

Thick crimson dripped fruitfully from the deep wound on his arm. He glared at the floor angrily, slamming his fist against the sand. A boy stood before him but he couldn't make out who, a blank slate where his face should have been. "Pick up your sword!" The boy demanded kicking the blade towards him. "Are you so pathetic you give up after one defeat? Take it back and fight me you coward!"

There was something so dear to him about that voice, the voice of a childhood friend or rather something more. He was broken from his trance as the crow's grip on his throat tightened. "H-Huh..?" His cool gaze pierced through Ajax's haze, apologizing to the man as they cleared off to the side with all the others.

"I had asked what I should call you." Karasu repeated, his gaze seemingly drinking up the man's features. "Lisica." A fox. The symbol for cunning and adaptable. The trickster of the animal world. Ajax couldn't help but wonder who lay behind that mask; Their name rested on the tip of his tongue but it never surfaced from the thick fog. When he'd heard his voice he'd been brought back to a memory from his youth yet the identity of the boy was hidden a locked door, as if he hadn't wanted to remember.