Dance Of Night (A Diabolik Lovers Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 Upon Arrival

Upon arriving at the ball, I was mesmerized. The main ballroom was enormous, and exquisite. Decorations in gold glint from every direction, and as I walked through along my parents, I couldn't help but get distracted by the whole thing, stopping from time to time just to stare at the shiny things.

"Ayame, do not get hang back, we must present ourselves upon him with haste," said Mother after I stop for the fifth time, grabbing my hand and hurrying me along.

"Yes Mom," I replied.

The room was so full of people, I had never seen so many together in my entire life. At home I was usually alone except for the tutors, so such a sight was a rare thing. They were so elegant too, the men in fine suits and the women in long beautiful gowns. I myself was wearing a pretty dress, long to the floor, white with golden embroidered details. My brunette hair was up in a half updo, with strings framing my pale face.

Again I got distracted, looking at the fair dresses, and lost the hold of my mother's hand, bumping into a stanger.

"Hey, look where you are walking to!" said the stranger. He was a boy of about my age, some 10 years, with red hair and green eyes. He seemed really angry, so I bowed and said "I'm sorry", but he did not soften up.

"Who are you?" he inquired.

"My name is Ayame, of the Uta family. I am really sorry I bumped into you, I got really distracted."

"Sorry won't cut it. I, Ayato-sama, will teach you how to behave in front of a prince," said he, as he reached out to me.

Tilting my head I said "Ayato prince who?" and with that his eyes widened, and my mother appeared to take me. When she saw who I was talking to, she quickly bowed and apologized to the boy for any inconvenience I might have caused, saying I was not aware of who he was and his status.

"Mom, I just bumped into him, it's no biggie," I said. This only caused her to apologize even further.

"Tsk- it's fine," said Ayato as he walked away.

Mom looked down at me and told me sternly "be careful Ayame, we are not home anymore, people here are of a higher level than us, we must not displease them."

"Yes Mom," said I, wondering about who that boy was, being able to make Mother so nervous.

When we met with Father, he was displeased by our tardiness.

"Make haste!" he barked at us with a stern face.

Just then, I realized Father was standing next to a tall pale man with white hair and golden eyes. As he placed those golden orbs upon me, he smiled in a polite manner, however, although he looked line an enchanting man, something about him made me weary. There was something in his overall person that scared me, making my arm hairs stand on point.

I tugged at Mom's sleeve hard and when she looked at me she realized how the stranger scared me. She knelt down next to me and told me it was alright, that we were here to see him, that this mansion was his and he had invited us especially to this marvelous ball so that he could see me.

All the while, the scary man was looking intently at me, and as I felt his stare, I mustered up all my courage and looked at him in a defiant way. At that, he chuckled.

"You must be Ayame," he remarked. "My name is Karl Heinz, host of this party. I am very interested in you, Ayame dear, your parents have only told me wonders about you."

"Thank you, Heinz-sama," I cautiously said, still weary of him.

"Call me Karl, child. No need for formalities in my home, I invited you after all. You seem to be very intuitive, but you should not fear me, I will be nice to you," he beamed. "Your father said you were only 10 years old, am I correct?"

"It is so," I answered politely. "I just turned 10 two weeks ago."

"That is perfect! My sons are all ranging that age, I think they would make great playmates for you. Do you like to play, Ayame?" he asked with a somewhat mischievous look in his eyes.

"I am not sure, I do not have many people to play with at home, Karl-sama." After a pause I added, "do you like to play, Karl-sama?"

At this Father choked, apologizing for my behavior and saying in a stern manner that apparently I had not learned enough yet on etiquette.

"It is perfectly fine," Karl-sama rejoined. "Child, you may omit the "sama" part, and as for your question, I love to play."

There was a long silence in which Karl looked straight into my eyes and I looked into his, still weary. He smiled all the time, which distressed me a bit. Thankfully, Father cut the silence.

"Heinz-sama, would you like to try the sample?" Father asked very politely.

"Ah, yes," Karl responded, finally looking at something other than me, to which father made a gesture to a waiter who I now realized had been waiting a few meters from us with a silver plate that had a clear glass resting on it filled with a dark red liquid.

The waiter approached us and, bowing, offered the glass to Karl. He took it, and looked profoundly at its contents. After that, he took a sip, and he nearly dropped, the glass, his eyes absolutely wide open, and I wondered if he had tasted something horrible. At this, almost the whole of the people in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at him, some kids that seemed my age with eyes even wider than Karl, if that was even possible.

"Is there something wrong?" Father inquired in a scared manner.

After a while, a tense while for my parents, Karl composed himself, looked at me even more intensely than before, and talked.

"The rumors appear to be true," he smiled in a very macabre way, his golden eyes turning a deep shade of red, still on me, making me flinch. "Her blood is the best I have ever tasted," said the Vampire King.

And with that, my fate was sealed.