Sura's POV:

Fluttering open my eyes, I am met with Subaru's familiar, well-built chest, luckily covered in a thin fabric shirt. Nuzzling my face closer into him, I can feel a small pink twinge as I act so affectionately to him. Luckily no one is here to witness me like this, submitting to this beautiful vampire by my own will because fate designed me to fall for him. And I have, very deeply indeed.

Allowing my mind to wander, it refocuses on the events of yesterday, how traumatised and vulnerable I was all because of how my past haunts me. The troubling thoughts cause me to run my hands gently over my scars, caressing my delicate skin and feeling around some of the newer ones I've made that took longer to fully heal. With a small sigh, one last memory floods into my mind.

Snapping my eyes wide open, I sit up at an alarming pace, completely forgetting about the lid of the coffin above. Hitting my head harshly on the marble, I cringe and groan in pain, one arm rushing to pat the spot comfortingly. Opening one eye, I widen my eyes in shock again and see the lid about to fall on the ground and make one loud ruckus. In a flash, I'm standing up and holding the slab of stone in midair before it hits the floor. Blinking in confusion, I stare in astonishment as I hold the normally heavy object effortlessly in my palms. Looking back down at the coffin wearily, I see Subaru still sound asleep, luckily, with an empty space beside him where I used to lie.

Strange, but there's only one way this is possible, if today is...

Stiffening in surprise and realisation, I look out the almost fully curtained window to find a sun still high in the sky. Before I can relax, I very quietly and softly place the lid securely back on top of the coffin, successfully without waking the napping vampire.

Releasing a puff of air in relief, I stand up straight and head for the door, exiting as silently as I possibly can. Holding my hand over the sore spot on my head, I rub it softly in soothing rhythms until the pain dulls to a bearable ache. Beginning my stroll down the hall, I raise my palms up into view inspecting them in puzzlement from my recent act of muscle.

Grinning, I forget about it and clench my hands into fists before returning them to my side. In an instant, I can feel my heartbeat pulsate painfully in my ribcage, stopping me in my tracks with my eyes wide as I exhale a hitched breathed. Beating agonisingly once more, my entire body is thrown off balance and I trip straight into an oak table holding an expensive looking vase. Subsiding the pain for a second, I use my closest hand to catch the toppling vase in its place.

My heart increases its pace harshly and rapidly again, making me double over and squeeze my hands tightly together to somehow ease the immense pain. Of course, that was the wrong move when I'm holding a priceless ceramic in my hand.

In seconds the vase shatters in my palm, jagged pieces digging into my pale flesh and the remainder parts scatter all over the carpet. The entire sound of glass smashing would've alerted every sleeping beast by now, but that's not the least of my worries. A hot stream of blood flows in a steady river, oozing from every deep gash on my hand. Wincing as I quickly remove the shards, I ignore the demolished vase and force my weak body to stand.

Standing on uneasy legs, I grunt in pain as the pain of my heartbeat against my ribs sends shockwaves throughout my entire body, making it extremely hard for me to move. Clenching my teeth hard, I grip my wound to somehow stop the bleeding and strain my shuddering frame to start walking.

If I don't start making a move, I'll have a swarm of bloodthirsty vampires on my tail. Which I really don't need right now.

Using the wall for some support, I struggle to drag my heavy body down the hall. After what seems like millions of gruelling minutes, I manage at last to reach the top of the staircase. Strangely enough, I'm the first person here, not one of my sisters in sight. Groaning at the thought of multiple stairs, I realise I just have to bear the pain a little longer to make it down.

Call me unlucky.

The first step I take comes with another agonising wave of pain, far painful than the last, and continues to thump all through my body with the time of my ever increasing heartbeat. The result...I trip down the stairs. Rolling down, the added pain of steps digging into every part of my scarred skin and clashing with my thick bones. Almost letting out a scream, everything stops to a standstill, including my once rapidly beating heart.

Slowly opening my tightly shut eyelids, I'm still panting heavily from all the endurance. Instead of finding myself at the bottom of the stairs, I'm lying on the carpeted ground of the main foyer, tucked away in the shadows in my pitiful state.

Using my unscathed palm, I check to my chest to feel my heart has returned to its normal palpitations, calming me down instantly as I exhale a large breath of relief. Inspecting my newest wound, I find that my gashes have somewhat slowed their extravagant blood flow, which is also slightly reassuring. Sitting myself up leisurely, I realise someone has now entered the room, so silently I barely noticed. Remaining in the shadows, I recognise this person as my older sister Reika. Once seeming fine, I take the chance to reveal myself.

Although as soon as the thought appears, she doubles over in pain and slumps to the floor clutching her heart. She must be feeling the same heart attack I just suffered. Before I scramble to aid her, eldest sister dashes down the stairs to meet her and embrace her in a soothing hug, and a concerned look, one I've never seen her give to anyone since that day, especially Reika.

Before I choose to unveil my presence again, my sisters continue to appear one by one at golden points in time, interrupting my chances to come out from the shadows. To be honest, I'm surprised none of them sensed my lurking presence, especially when I'm in the room with them. Aya of course makes a more overly dramatic entrance that compromises our chances of private family chats.

Noticing my sisters all consecutively sniff the air and stare in my direction, I realise they've probably caught a whiff of my blood and seen my out of place shadow just sitting by the wall.

Taking this opportunity, I stand myself up wearily and stand clearly out of the darkness for them to see. Flicking my gaze down to my crimson stained hand, I look them in the eyes with a worry laced but serious expression.

"Hey guys? I think we might have a problem" I state nervously, holding up my bloodied palm for all to see.

"No shit Sherlock"

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