Roses and the night sky mark my domain.
Step into it and you will face the pain.
A puny nobody like you cannot stand against me in a fight.
For I am Rachel Alucard, the Scarlet Onlooker of the night.

Those who want respect, give respect, you see.
Try your very hardest to impress me.
Try as you might, try as you may.
You have but less than once percent to make me sway.

There is nothing that gets past the calculating eyes.
I am the Scarlet Looker, who sees through hollow lies.
My ears are delicate and cannot stand your cries.
Begone from my sight as I swat you away like flies.

You are my student, it's hard for me to comprehend.
Your mouth is so loud that it almost makes me bend.
However, it is clear to me that you don't pretend.
However, do not go so far as to consider me your friend.

I've read your letter and it left me sour.
Your writing skills are despicable and dour.
Keep crying about the fact about the things you hate about me.
The feelings you have for me were to be expected, you see.

I have many admirers in the past.
Needless to say, they never last.
You, on the other hand are a unique case.
It's so complicated that I can't even put an accurate trace.

I admit I am at a loss for words for a reason that I saved you as well.
You made an understatement when you said that your life is "living hell".
Don't let the fact that I am centuries older than you dull your impression of me.
I am still more than capable of sending your skull through a thick tree.

I have to say that you admitting what you feel for me was kind of cute.
It only adds to your repute.
However, I find myself unable to outright reject.
I also harbor the same unwanted feelings I want to eject.

These feelings also include uncertainty and doubt.
I am utterly unable to cast these aside that it made me want to pout.
I honestly can't believe that I feel something more for someone who's such a lout.
I cannot deny...that watching you really suffer at Terumi's hands makes me want to...shout...

To answer your question I do not hate you.
I despise how much my heart rather is smitten like the flu.
We're both tied up with whatever happens with each other.
So I propose that you must prove something to me if you are to be my lover.

Do something that you never did.
Do something that will astonish me from the time I knew you since you were a kid.
If you are to win my love you must do the one thing you could never render.
Defeat me in a battle and force me to declare my surrender.

So by the end of this letter, you may or may have not tore it apart.
If you didn't, then you're somewhat of a good tart.
Come meet me in my rose garden on Halloween.
Put up your dukes and your best sheen.