The Eve and The Sacrificial Bride [ Diabolik Lovers ]

The Aftermath of Being Bit

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[ Song of the Chapter : Forget // Marina and the Diamonds. ]

A k a z a w a , M i y u k i .

< 09 : 13 ;; WEDNESDAY ;; Miyuki's bedroom. >

"I told you specifically not to hurt her."

". . . I'm sorry."

"A simple apology won't heal her puncture, now will it?"

". . ."

My eyes opened, only to close tightly from the lights.

". . . Sigh."

And with that, I fell deep into slumber once again.

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"Wake up, my darling."

A voice purred as my eyes fluttered open.

"You have such pretty eyes– Hues of ice are so pretty. I almost envy them." Fingers trailed down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry I woke you up. Shame, you must've thought your pretty idol crush was here, huh?" Pretty idol crush– Kou? Upon the knowledge of knowing a complete stranger held me, I jumped away from the stranger's grasp, standing as pain filled my insides.

"W–Who. ." I stutter, eyes as wide as saucers as I scrutinize her figure. A woman dressed in white– Her tresses were white, excluding the bluish colors at the ends of her strands.

The lady stood, a rather mischievous grin on her visage. She looked and seemed no older than 15 from her height and visage.

"No need to have such an expression, that'll make you look older. And no woman would want that, no?" She grew closer as her fingers found its way to my cheeks.

"You, you are Miyuki Akazawa, no?" Her voice was gentle, as if she were talking to a child. I nodded in reply, a shiver running down my spine at the contact of her cold fingers against my own.

"You are. . ?" I question, fear, nervousness and confusion visible in my eyes.

"I'm afraid we don't have time." She stated, clicking her tongue.

'What a nice name you have, miss afraid–we–don't–have–time.'
"Oho! You have much sarcasm, how interesting." She grins, a giggle erupting from her throat.

"But I didn't—"

My statement was interrupted from her polished nail pointing to her head– her brain, specifically.

"You remind me so much of–"
"Kou? The boy you infatuate over?" The woman questioned, a finger tapping on her chin as she leaned forward. In response, I only lean back.

"I do not infatuate over him!" I argue, blood rushing to my cheeks as warmth surrounded my whole face.

"Then what, my darling? You love him?" Hearing that me silent, for I had nothing to say. I was in the state of rubatosis, as words threatened to roll down my lips. I can't love a damn demon.

"No, I don't." I reply, gaze fixated on the ground.

"Anyways, I didn't visit you for love talk." The woman shrugged it off, both hands against her waist.

"I came here to warn you."

The word 'warn' had alarmed me, which was a bad sign.

"There is evil within that school– Among students, presumably." The woman nodded.

For a sudden moment, my vision blurred as if a show for television was having technical difficulties or such.

"Oh dear, you're about to awaken." She scowls, shaking her head.
"Too much chit–chat." She commented.

"Whatever happens, do not doubt the scaled creature."
"The wha–"
"The true enemy despises it." Her voice was split into two types of voices, one high, one low, only combined.

"Do not trust any—"
And everything crumbled down.

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I sat up as sweat trickles down my forehead. My breathing rate increased, I put a hand over my chest; my heart racing.

"Ow!" I yelp, a hand automatically flying to my neck.

"Shit," I cuss, hissing at the pain on my damned neck. I wasn't used to being bit, obviously.

Thunk!

'Had my phone fell?' I question myself in my head, looking to my right and wincing at my aching neck.

My eyes widen as my lower lip quivered, not because of the temperature in the room, but because of the silver chains that held a ruby serpent's eye.

'Do not doubt the scaled creature.'

The lady's words rang through my head, having my head throb at the memory. Thousands of questions flash through my head, as I fell backwards, staring up at the ceiling.

'Who was that woman?'

'What the hell does that necklace want?'

'More importantly. . .'

'Why me?'

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Nightmare here!~

I'm currently in a bus, typing this up, omfg. Happy new year, my lovely dreams!!

How many years slash months has it been ever since I've written this trashy story???

SO I'VE COME WITH A REALIZATION THAT I SHOULD RE—WRITE THE PAST CHAPTERS I'VE WRITTEN. Don't worry, I'm still updating, huehueheue.

Anyways, I gotta goooo, so. . .

'Till next time!~

• NIGHTMARE SIGNED OFF. •