Colorful light slipped through the stained glass windows of the office, it caused a burst of dust particles to be vibrant in the said light. Said room was simple and almost plain. The walls were built-in bookshelves that climbed until the ceiling, the floors were an ugly tan and tiled unevenly. The air was musky from the large quantity of the book collection and lack of dusting.

It was silent, the exception of a pen scribbling on paper and the faint tick and tocks of the clock that sat on the left-hand corner of the rather large mahogany desk, which was already overflowing with documents and papers.

The Priest and Father of the church had tirelessly been working a few all-nighters within this stressful week. He had just received a letter involving the Sakamaki Family. As a vampire hunter, he loathed their immortal lives as well as their constant need for blood supplies so they don't wreak havoc to the humans.

Damned creatures! If only he had it to kill those pesky abominations himself, he would do it. His belief held him down every time. The killing was beneath him, even if he was a vampire hunter. Turning to God might be too late now. It was a matter of time before something incredible would happen; he needed to act thoroughly. He had lived many years hunting those demons. Killing them, helping people with infestations. Even till now, where he had retired and built his own sanctuary, welcoming any troubled man, woman, or child.

A sharp knock echoed throughout his office.

"Father Seiji? May I enter?"

"Please do, " The Priest gave his permission quickly, letting the ink pen fall to the papers he was working on, deciding he needed a break.

A middle-aged nun slipped through the door, shutting it behind her, "Good Morning, Father." She bowed to him before approaching his desk.

"Gertrude." He greeted, "Do you have it?"

Hesitating, she pulled a rectangular photo from her sleeve, "Y-yes, Father." The nun handed the photo over. "Is this anywhere necessary, Father?"

The photo contained every orphaned young girl or woman living within the sanctuary, including the nuns who taught their classes. The Priest scanned the various faces.

"I know it is very hard to give an innocent soul away, but it must be done for the sake of everyone with beating hearts, but yes. It is necessary, " The man said not looking at the woman.

"If I may...I have a suggestion."

Gertrude stretched her arm, holding her sleeve with her other hand, tapping a certain face within the photo.

"This is..." He grunted out lowly, an edgy sweat trickling down his temple.

The girl pointed out was renowned throughout the church, not just for her ghostly beauty, but for her continuous enjoyment of being in excruciation. Her raven hair was combed back into a loose ponytail, showing off her pale complexion. Her eyes were so pink, they adopted the tint of white. She wore an oversized button shirt, due to her...large breasts, which made the shirt look like a tight fit. She held no smile, and even though a photo, it sent chills down the Priests' spine.

"You...you wish to suggest my niece as the peace offering?" His thumbs clench the sides of the picture, nearly crinkling it.

"I'm sorry, Father." The nun bowed, "We all who work here think young Rae is...well, neurotic, for lack of a better term." She straightened herself, wringing her fingers together in front of her, hoping the man wouldn't become angry with her confession.

Lacing his fingers together and bringing his knuckles to his mouth, propping both elbows on his messy desk. His eyebrows furiously knitting together. He thought to himself about this decision. He knew Rae is a little...different from others and it's why everyone distances themselves from her.

But, still...she has the heart...

"Very well, " Seiji breathed out, almost choking on his words. "Prepare Rae for departure immediately."

The nun lit up, trying to hide her growing grin by bowing and hurrying from the office.

Seiji glared at the photo, I'm sorry Rae.

Later that week,

It was today. The day Rae would be sent to her new home. The young girl wasn't able to grasp any information. The nuns from the church packed her up and sent her on her way. The car ride was awfully silent, but she took great pleasure in the deafening silence.

Rae was the adopted niece of the Priest, he owned the church she was raised in. It wasn't a secret that she was adopted by him. She found it odd that he would send her away, but it was rather thrilling for her, too.

Looking out at the fast motion of trees zipping by. It was all a blur of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. Like a mash-up of chili soup, the Nuns used to feed her as punishment. Her face grew hot. Ah, yes. The spices they used had caused her to cramp up all night. It was truly dreadful. It was pathetic they couldn't think of anything else to torture her with.

Looking down, past her large bust, her eyes landed on her wrists. Four thin rubbed bands decorated her left wrist. She remembered the Nuns telling her to snap the bands when she ever felt the urges of wanting to inflict pain upon her body, saying it was better than leaving scars on her 'pretty skin'.

Her fingers found their way to the rubber bands.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

One by one, each band snapped onto her skin, creating intense stings. It wasn't completely satisfying, but it would have to do for now. Rae felt accomplished, seeing the red marks form on her pasty skin. It was almost infuriating! She could better than this!

"We've arrived." The driver announced impassively.

The car lifted as the driver exited the car himself, and seconds later, Rae's door opened. The driver helped her out onto a neatly symmetrical round-about driveway with a large water fountain that lacked the spewing water supply.

"Here are your things, Miss Rae." The driver slammed the trunk shut, rolling a purple and black sleek, but boxy suitcase over to the young woman.

Rae said nothing as she continued to observe her new pad.

A mansion? To say the least, she was surprised. She expected to be thrown in a run-down shed in the middle of nowhere. But here she was. Being thrown in a stone-walled and very large mansion in the middle of nowhere.

The car screeched away from the cobblestone pavement, leaving Rae to stand there. She watched as the limo disappeared down the long, long gravel exit. She knew it was only a matter of time before her uncle shipped her off to someplace more befitting of her.

Taking hold of her suitcase's handle, she made her way toward the grand doors.

"A girl could get used to being dumped in a forest."

Stepping up the stairs, Rae noticed the sky. It was darkening with thunderstorm clouds. Any day, Rae would've let herself be caught in the rain, but now, she didn't want to be soaked to the bone.

Rain sprinkled down on her just as she reaches the third step of the stone porch. Taking notice of the mediocre door knockers things. There was one on each door, so Rae just grabbed both of them, not really liking to choose much. She liked to think she shouldn't be too picky.

"Anyone home?" She pondered loudly. When receiving no answer, she 'humphed' and turned around to face the driveway.

Before she could do anything else, one of the large doors groaned eerily as it opened, widening with every second. Rae looked over her shoulder, expecting someone to be there, but there wasn't a single soul.

"Huh, " She said nonchalantly, "Maybe this place is haunted." She concluded, grabbed her suitcase and entering the mansion.

The door shut rather ominously, leaving no traces that Rae had been outside.

It's just begun.

Hello! How is everyone? I hope you liked this new version! Sorry, it took so long to pretty it up. I wanted to say, and you already know this. Rae is a severe masochist. She likes to inflict pain on herself to feel pleasure, not like that. She just feels obliged to do so. She releases her frustrations with pain, so yeah, if that makes any sense. Thanks to those who like this, and don't forget to vote and comment (If you want.) I hope you enjoyed this new one and have a nice day/morning/evening/afternoon/night, for whatever part of the world you may be on.

~Brittany