This will be a rewrite of all the twelve episodes of Diabolik Lovers. Since I was not much of a fan of Yui's character and personality, I've completely changed her into a new person. I also changed her age to 15 for no reason at all. This will be a slightly AU-ish and slight CRACK!Fic, mind you. So expect a lot of dumb humor that only I can understand and find funny. But whatever. There's romance too. Maybe. I don't know, but since this is Diabolik Lovers, yeah... there will be romance. Eventually. -shrugs-

Welp, since I have not played any of the games from the franchise, I will only follow the anime. However, don't expect the story to follow or stay faithful to the canon. Also, this story will be mostly written in Yui's POV, unless I decide to change it to third person limited/omniscient.

*Warning*: a friggin' reverse harem, lots of crappy humor, coarse/inappropriate language everywhere, a very out-of-character Yui, lots of OOC-ness especially from the main heroine, a slight CRACK!Fic, some flashbacks for more back story, perhaps breaking of fourth walls, maybe some references from other anime/media/literature/types of work, maybe a bit of dark humor as well, perhaps some suggestive language and innuendos, suggestive scenes(?), a dark and dreary atmosphere and setting, vampires, blood everywhere, shitty parenting/childhood, unhealthy relationships, more blood, sadistic and perverted vampires, maybe some terrible characterization of certain characters, crappy romance, useless drama, hopefully NO smut or lemon.

*Disclaimer*: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or anything from the franchise. All rights go to Rejet, the games' developer, as well as the studio that created the anime adaptation, Zexcs. Any references or quotes and dialogue from the anime and any other types of work belong to their rightful owners. I do not own any songs mentioned in this story, they belong to their rightful artists. I do not own the image, it belongs to its rightful owner/artist.

~Any similarities to characters, settings, scripts, or stories from other pieces of literature or media are purely coincidental. However, ©This story belongs to me, Whimsical Gypsy.

Ch. 1: The Haunted Mansion and... Six Sadistic Vampires?!

I wake up to the loud music blaring from my pink headphones. Chieko Kawabe's, Sakura Kiss, blares loudly in my ears and I snap my fuchsia eyes open with a start. Beads of sweat slowly roll down the side of my face and I put a palm to my somewhat sweaty forehead, brushing aside my platinum locks. I look down at my short dark brown shorts and turn off my music before taking off my headphones.

"We're almost there, Miss Komori." the taxi driver glances at the rearview mirror, making brief eye contact before focusing on the long winding road before him.

Oh, right...

I unplug my headphones from my phone and neatly tuck them inside my powder blue shoulder bag. I remember now, father sent me away to live with some rather distant "relatives" in the middle of nowhere.

Classical English songs play from the radio and I even wonder if this is still Japan. I glance at the taxi driver and he does not seem to care, he continues to stare blankly at the road before him. Every once in a while he glances at the rearview mirror or tips his newspaper boy cap, and losing interest I decide to study my surroundings.

I stare out the windows and watch as we pass by multitudes of trees and switch my gaze towards the cloudy blue sky. No signs of bustling life or houses and I inwardly shiver from the rather rural setting. Only more trees and the long winding road before me is all I can see.

No sooner did the taxi halts to a complete stop in front of a large Victorian-esque mansion surrounded by tall black painted steel fences. A gated mansion, huh? Their spiked tips pointing upwards into the sky stand like pointed spires made of titanium. I wonder if I can easily scale up the fences without getting stabbed if I need to make an escape...

"Here we are, ma'am." the taxi driver looks over his shoulder at me and I give him a nod.

"Thank you." I grab my shoulder bag before exiting the car.

I shut the car door close and stare in awe at the looming gates before me. The mansion looks more like a castle, especially with that fountain made of marble with a statue of a beautiful woman in front. I admit, they have such a beautiful architecture and exterior design.

I hear the car's trunk shut close and the driver hands me my ruby red luggage. "Here you go, Miss Komori. I hope you have a wonderful day and... Good luck."

He gives me a mysterious smile and a mocking salute before opening the door to the driver's seat. I hear the car's ignition hum to life as I stare back at the looming gates. Suddenly, I feel nervous and a feeling of dread stirs within my intestines. I quickly turn back to call out to the taxi driver―

...He left.

I stand there staring after the yellow car's license plate as it slowly disappears in the distance. Well, I guess there is no turning back. I briefly reach out towards my chest and clutch the silver cross hanging around my neck before letting it go.

I sigh and take out my Hello Kitty pocket mirror and frown at my disheveled appearance. I try to tame my waist length bed hair, waves of platinum blonde curls sticking out like a lion's mane. I have not had a haircut for the last few years; say... when was the last time I got a trim?

Suddenly, I hear a loud rumble and a flash of lightning in the distance. The sky opens in a harsh downpour and I hastily pocket back my mirror and drag my luggage towards the huge mahogany double doors. Pushing the gates open, I dart inside while dragging my heavy luggage behind.

The rain continues to pour down heavily, pelting against my skin and clothes. Great, now my pink off the shoulders sweater and brown boots are wet! I could care less about my long curly hair as I run and finally stop in front of the doors.

"How cliché, it's like every horror film. A haunted mansion in a very desolate place with a dark and foreboding setting and atmosphere, I feel like I'm in Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" or in one of those horror scenes." I reluctantly reach out and pull the brass door knocker.

I step back from the loud echo of brass against wood and I steel myself for a jump scare. When more than a few seconds passed without anything scary or weird popping out the door, I reach for the golden handles.

Creeeeeaaaaaaak.

"What is this feeling of looming dread and impending doom? Oh, well... whatever." I decide to ignore my gut feeling and enter the mansion, clutching my luggage and shoulder bag closely as I peek inside.

That would prove to be the most fatal mistake I ever did in my entire life.

ヾ(*・。・)ﾉ

The mahogany double doors shut close with a soft clink and I could have sworn I heard a lock click in place. Oh, well...

I gulp and take a few steps forward to study the mansion's interior design. My boots softly echo against the shiny marble floor and I stare up at the golden chandelier with crystals hanging from above. Numerous tiny teardrops of crystal shine and reflect the soft glow of light, creating a kaleidoscope of rainbow.

I look up the grand staircase in front of me, perhaps leading to the upper floors of the mansion. A red carpet covers the stairs that lead to the front door and I silently apologize to the owner for dirtying the velvet carpet. I look down at my wet boot prints and tiny droplets of water clinging to my damp hair.

I casually ignore the red-haired boy sleeping on a couch beside the staircase under an alcove several meters away from me. Maybe he is the owner of the mansion or someone who lives here? But I could care less about his sleeping figure as I have more important things to do first.

"Hmm... this place looks very grand and Victorian-esque. Not bad..." I look around the oil paintings hanging on the walls, depicting beautiful and breathtaking scenes from foreign countries. "I just hope they have unlimited Wi-Fi and a huge flat screen plasma TV, so I can watch my complete DVD and Blu-ray set of Attack on Titan and Ouran High School Host Club anytime." I pull out my pink Virgin Mobile to check if there is indeed Wi-Fi available.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"W...w...w-what...? T-they don't have... W-Wi-Fi...? A-and... n-no service...?" I gasp, staring at my phone in horror.

No Wi-Fi available. No service available.

I nearly cry out in pain as I drop my shoulder bag on top of my luggage and I continue to stare aghast at the screen.

This cannot be...! H-how?! How am I going to pass and spend my time here?! Forget about the night school...! I am going to be bored out of my mind!

I think back to all of the anime I could watch from my pink laptop and I regret not bringing my collection of shōjo manga. Unfortunately, one of the sisters from the church had discovered my secret stash of R-18 yaoi manga. She ended up burning every last one of them and somehow pinned the blame on one of my unfortunate female classmates. Such is life.

However, I secretly and inwardly blame my father for sending me away, because of his job! Why would he send me away to some mansion in the middle of nowhere without any Wi-Fi?! Such abominable blasphemy on my part!

If I ever manage to get some service, I hope he is ready for a very long lecture and broken eardrums.

However, my temporary and inner meltdown has attracted some unwanted attention and I failed to notice a presence looming behind me.

"What's a cute little human girl like you doing here, huh?" a slightly rough and seductive voice whispers from my right ear and I feel a pair of arms snaking around my waist.

Eek...! Creeper alert! My stranger danger senses immediately heighten and I feel alarm bells ringing throughout my brain. My instinct and reflexes taking over, I smash my elbow against his stomach.

"Gack...!" I hear him wheeze and feel his arms loosen around me and I take that chance to break away from his possessive hold. I distance myself from him and take on a defensive stance. Finally, all that intense martial arts training my father put me through! All those self-defense techniques my father forced me to know and practice for the past ten years have finally paid off!

"Stay away. I know karate." I try to summon my bravado, glaring at the red-haired male. However, I inwardly flinch at his intense gaze, those blazing peridot eyes staring right into my soul. At the same time, I nearly burst out laughing at his attire. What is with one of his pants' leg rolled up to his knee and his t-shirt underneath his black blazer halfway unbuttoned? Plus, that red ribbon or necktie around his neck just looks out of place.

Unfortunately, he finally managed to catch his breath as he rubs his stomach in pain.

"God damn it, you little girl! Do you want Yours Truly to drink every single drop of blood from your body?!" he sneers at me angrily.

"What? Excuse me?" I blurt out skeptically at his choice of words. Yours Truly? Just how arrogant is he? To even capitalize the "Y" and "T", I wonder how big his ego is. Hopefully, not as big as Jupiter.

"Didn't you hear me?" he straightens up rather haughtily, sending me a cocky smirk. "Yours Truly would drink every single drop of blood from you."

"...How about no?" I slowly inch away from his predator gaze and smirk. Why did I not take this chance to run out the doors? If I had, I could have avoided this... but then again, the story would end.

"Feisty." he grins playfully, displaying his unusually sharp canines before me. "But that makes things much more interesting for me. Yours Truly likes a good challenge every once in a while."

No way...! My eyes widen in shock as I stare at his sharp fangs. A v-vampire?!

"Uh..." I narrow my eyes at him. I have been wearing this special rosary around my neck, but why is he not affected? Don't tell me...!

"Tsk, do you really think Yours Truly would be scared of such a tiny and insignificant relic like that?" he scoffs at the cross around my neck.

"Wait... so you mean it's not effective at all?" I ask. "Vampires aren't afraid of silver crosses?"

"Obviously, that's such a lie." he rolls his eyes sarcastically, crossing his arms. "Those are just myths and legends you stupid humans came up with."

So... everything was just a lie?! Anything regarding garlic, crosses, holy water, wooden stakes and sunlight have no effect on vampires?

"...darn it." I meekly reply, backing away from him in fear.

He flashes his infuriating conceited smirk at me before advancing slowly forward with a grace of a panther. His light green eyes gleam with such a predatory gaze.

"W...w-why are you l-looking at m-me like... you're hungry for some red bean paste stuffed taiyaki?" I inwardly shiver and inch away, glancing at my abandoned luggage and shoulder bag on the floor.

"I am thirsty..." he licks his lips, fangs flashing ominously at me. "...for some human blood, that is."

I'm going to die, aren't I? I bite my lip in frustration, trying to find a way to escape.

"Ayato, stop that." a voice cuts through the tense atmosphere and I jolt in surprise. The red-haired male groans loudly and straightens up, looking behind me. "You are a disgrace for not minding your unruly manners towards a guest. Have some shame and proper etiquette, for goodness sake."

"Yeah, yeah..." he mutters, running a hand through his tangled fiery locks. "You're a stiff killjoy as always, you fucking tableware otaku."

"What was that?" I turn to stare in surprise at the plum-haired male standing just a few meters away from me, below the staircase, frowning at the red-haired male's reply. I take note of his rather neat and formal attire, inwardly complimenting him for dressing up so nicely. His dark magenta eyes flash dangerously and I quickly step aside to avoid it.

"Oh, nothing." the other male casually replies.

"I am not deaf and stupid, Ayato." the plum-haired male grits out, pushing his glasses up his nose with a gloved hand. His other hand remains exposed and I wonder about these people's asymmetrical fashion sense. "But I will let it slide this time, since we have an uninvited guest."

"Um... er... uh..." I stutter out in embarrassment, trying to find my voice.

"What seems to be the problem here?" the male advances towards me, sporting a pensive and contemplating expression as he stops in front of me. "Who are you and what business do you have with the Sakamakis?"

"Well... My name's Yui Komori... I'm fifteen years old and I like anime and food. My father sent me here to live, that's why I'm here." I answer him, averting from his questioning gaze.

"...Hmm, that is strange. I am unaware of your impromptu arrival." he puts a thumb to his chin, looking down at the carpet. "I was not informed at all... but this is hardly the place for discussion."

I continue to stare at him in confusion. What? Did they not know of my arrival?

"Let us discuss this further somewhere else. Follow me, Miss Komori." he turns and walks away down a corridor. "Also, please make sure her luggage and other valuables are taken care of."

With that, I stiffen and whip around at the sudden presence behind me. I watch as an elderly looking man in a suit picks up my luggage and shoulder bag before disappearing in the darkness under an alcove leading to another hallway.

What is up with the weird and sudden appearances? Can these vampires teleport or something?

I notice the red-haired male staring intently at me. I shoot him a questioning stare, raising my eyebrows.

"What? Is something on my face?" I blurt out before catching up to the plum-haired male walking down the corridor.

Ayano―what was his name again? He easily matches my pace, walking a little too close for my liking beside me. He greets me with another infuriating smirk that I would very much wipe off from his face if he were not a bloodthirsty vampire.

"You're an interesting one, pancake." he shoves his hands inside his pockets, his intense gaze set on my chest.

What a pervert!

"Excuse you!" I retort hotly, crossing my arms against my B-cup breasts. "They only look flat, because I'm wearing a baggy sweater, you perv. Besides, why are you even looking down there? My face is up here, jerk." I feel my temper rise, but I quickly douse it down before it gets out of control.

"Whoa... you're even feistier!" he whistles. "Yours Truly admits you have spunk, pancake... but you should know your place. Yours Truly can choose to drain your blood anytime, remember that." his expression morphs into that of a sadistic freak.

I instantly shudder and move away from him, choosing to pick up my pace after the dark-haired male several ways ahead of me.

"Hey, get back here, pancake! We're not done yet!" Ayato calls after me, but I ignore him.

Looks like I'm in for one heck of a ride.

(´･_･`)

"Now... tell me, what is your business with the Sakamaki household?" the male questions, standing before me as I sit on a velvet sofa in the living room. His magenta eyes studying my form and I suddenly feel self-conscious. I sneak a glance to a seat across from me and catch Ayato's stupid smirk before I turn away, peridot eyes gleaming with hidden mischief.

"I was sent by my father to live here... for unknown reasons and... well..." I stammer out, finding it difficult to reply under his scrutinizing stare. However, before I can continue, a playful chuckle cuts through the air.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" a sly voice drawls and I snap my head up towards a set of stairs. There, leaning over the banister, a male with a pair of smoldering emerald eyes gazes intently at me. His reddish brown hair frames his face and I almost scoff at his fedora.

Seriously, why are they dressed up so nicely? I almost want to knock that stupid fedora off atop his head, but resisted the urge to do so.

"Could it be... that some adorable human girl finally decided to grace us with her ethereal presence?" a voice drawls to my left.

"Huh?!" I jump away from his face too close to mine. Inching backwards to the opposite side of the sofa, I barely evaded a lick to my cheek. How did he manage to appear beside me so fast?!

"Oh, my... you have quite the fast reflexes." he feigns a painful expression of hurt and dejection across his smug features before flashing me a seductive smile. "But it won't be too long before you fall under my spell... little bitch."

Are you serious? I give him an incredulous stare before I unknowingly let my guard down when something wet skims across my right earlobe.

"W-what...?!" I gasp in surprise when a new voice pipes up from behind me.

"You taste so sweet..." I whip my head behind me. Standing just behind the couch, a male with messy lilac hair clutching a teddy bear, stares down at me with a sinister smile. "...and very delicious."

I shiver under his psychotic stare, his matching lilac eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. Did he just... lick my ear?

"Hey, I didn't get to taste her yet, brother." the fedora wearing vampire sitting to my left pouts before winking suggestively at me. "Although... I'm sure you taste quite delicious, since you smell so heavenly, little bitch."

Again with the stupid and insulting nickname...!

"That is enough, you two." the dark plum-haired male frowns, addressing them sternly. "It is highly inappropriate to act like salivating wolves towards a young woman you have only just met."

"Why not? It's only natural to want to taste someone who smells and looks so yummy." The reddish brown-haired male drapes his arm on the couch behind me, leaning in too close for comfort. "Isn't that right, Kanato?"

"Yes, I agree." the lilac-haired male shares a smile with the creep next to me.

"Hey, knock it off, you dumbasses." Ayato scoffs at the two vampires. "Have you forgotten that it was Yours Truly who saw her first? Consequently, Yours Truly is going to be her first everything."

Wow, possessive much? I glare at all of them. The nerve of these sadistic vampires! I do not belong to any of you, you bloodsucking creatures!

"Lame." another voice interrupts and I sigh in frustration. Just how many of them live here? "We're so sick of you calling yourself Yours Truly."

"What the hell?! I know that's you, Subaru! Show yourself, damn it!" Ayato furiously shouts, standing up from his seat.

"I'm right here, dumbass." I whip my head to stare at the white-haired person standing in front of a wooden cupboard, facing a somewhat startled Ayato. "I thought I detected the smell of a puny little human... I guess I was right." his ruby red eyes glare at me.

I raise a brow and notice the ripped hem of his shirt underneath a black blazer. Judging from his appearance and the bronze key necklace wrapped around his neck that he must be the violent type.

How cute... notice my sarcasm.

"Who's this annoying little mortal who dares to disturb my precious sleep?" he continues to glare at me.

I decide to humor him, "Er... who are you, sir?"

BAM.

I almost jump in surprise when he suddenly punches the wall beside him, creating cracks and a hole the size of his fist. Yup, he is definitely a tsundere. But... that wall is made of marble!

"Answer my question first, stupid mortal." he demands angrily, then silence follows before the plum-haired male sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Anyway, do any of you know why she is here or what is going on?" he looks around amongst the vampires present. "Frankly, I have no idea whatsoever and I want to know why this young woman here has come to live with us."

"Welp, excuse me then..." I quickly stand up, finding myself wanting to suddenly leave. "I think this is all just a misunderstanding so... I'll just take my leave." I walk past the plum-haired male and almost made it to the doors leading to the corridors outside.

"Hold on just a minute..." his voice stops me in my tracks and I freeze in fear. "I want to get to the bottom of this... and do you not think it is rather discourteous to leave right now?"

"H-huh? But..." I swallow down the feeling of dread, attempting to make myself more courageous. But I terribly failed, inwardly sweating under pressure from their intense gazes.

"...I wonder... if she's that young woman... he mentioned the other day?" I almost let out an exhausted sigh of frustration when a new voice suddenly pops out of nowhere.

I look past behind the couch and the lilac-haired male to see a blonde-haired male lying down on a sofa in front of a floor length stained glass window. His appearance looks more unkempt compared to the others, yet it suits him in a somewhat adorable way. But I will never admit that out loud. Not even his fluffy looking mess of golden blonde hair.

With his eyes shut close, he drags out a languid yawn. Refusing to open his eyes or address everyone present in the room as he continues to sleep, I guess... until I notice a pair of dark cyan earphones in his ears connected to a tiny MP3 player attached to a choker around his neck.

That looks so cool. I wish I have one... instead of my crappy cell phone and headphones. I didn't even know you can wear them around your neck! How very convenient and portable to listen to my drama CDs 24/7! I can listen to Yūki Kaji and Mamoru Miyano's sexy voices all day long! I don't care what others say!

However, Ayato interrupts my fangirl daydreams with a sneer, turning to the blonde. "Hey, Shū, do you know anything about this? And why she was sent here to us?"

"Maybe." the blonde replies casually, almost playfully as if he knows something the others do not.

"Don't give us that maybe crap. I think she owes us an explanation as to why." the red-haired male snaps.

"...It was him." the blonde hums, lying on the couch facing the ceiling with his eyes still closed, one arm under his head.

Is he really listening? Especially with those earphones in his ears...

"...That guy contacted me a couple days ago, he told me that... we have a guest arriving from the church and... that we should all treat her with respect." he adds.

"What?!" Ayato replies in shock. "Are you telling me that pancake here is the perspective bride?!"

What in the world...?

"Is that how it is?" the white-haired male narrows his eyes.

"Let's be honest," the vampire with the fedora sighs, "she's more like a sacrifice than a bride."

Wait, what? A sacrifice... for what?!

The blonde guy finally opens his eyes as if a sudden epiphany struck him. His dark azure eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, he utters out, "Oh, yeah... he explicitly said that we're not supposed to kill her."

"Oh, really? If that's the case, then we're going to have a very long relationship with this young woman." the fedora wearing creep sends a flirty wink at me, and I roll my eyes in disdain but could not help the feeling of dread spreading within me.

"It appears the misunderstanding has been cleared, so... allow us to introduce ourselves, Miss Komori." the tall dark-haired male turns to me before gesturing disdainfully towards the napping blonde lying on the sofa. "That is the eldest son, Shū."

A tired sigh is all I hear from him before he turns away nonchalantly, disinterested. He seems like the most docile and normal one out of all of them, despite being so apathetic.

"My name is Reiji and I am the second son." he finally introduces himself, albeit briefly. He seems pretty cool, although he looks and acts strict.

Then he moves on to introduce the red-haired vampire, "Next to the triplets, Ayato."

"I won't let you get away from me next time." he smirks. Ugh... why do I have to deal with him? He's so arrogant and prideful and full of himself.

Reiji continues as he gestures at the lilac-haired male clutching a teddy bear close. "Kanato."

"I hope I get to taste you soon, my new toy."

...um, what? He looks mentally unstable, despite his polite and soft spoken appearance. Plus, those dark bags under his eyes only serve to make him look more hysterical.

"...And Laito." he nods towards the reddish brown-haired male currently smiling seductively at me.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, little bitch." he winks at me and I internally groan at the insulting nickname he gave me. What a pervert, I can tell by that lecherous smirk he's giving me.

"Finally, the last and youngest son is Subaru." the white-haired male clicks his tongue in annoyance before turning away.

"Tch, what a waste of time."

He's definitely the violent and tsundere type with that attitude. He also has some anger management issues, it seems. Sheesh... they're all quite a handful.

"Um... I'm not sure what you guys mean by "bride," but... there's just..." I back away, looking at all of them. "...something weird about the six of you..."

And for some strange reason, dark and foreboding music plays in the background, a symphony of the violins' guttural screams mixed with the groan of an organ and cello.

"...I think... I should leave." I sweat under their gazes. I have better things to do than stay here.

"There, there, little bitch..." a voice croons to my left ear as I feel a hand clamp down on my shoulder. "You'll be okay, since you're about to become very good friends with us... so, there's no need to leave, right?"

No, it's not okay! I have to get away from these creeps!

"You know..." the lilac-haired male suddenly appears to my right, leaning down too close to my face. "I'm feeling quite a bit hungry at the moment."

Oh, heck no! No blood for you! Not today!

"You know it." Laito whispers into my ear, I try to escape, but his grip is too strong. "Your scent is so intoxicating, little bitch." Then he opens his mouth, flashing his fangs at me.

"NO!" I shout, startling both of them and I manage to free myself. I glance down at my rosary, hoping for a miracle, but I suddenly remember it has no effect.

...Darn it. I quickly glance at the door behind me. If only I can distract them long enough for me to escape.

"Don't even try." Ayato suddenly appears in front of me, flashing his fangs evilly. He slams a hand beside my head before leaning down to my face. "You can't escape from us, pancake."

"I can try." I smile before ducking below his arm and running towards the other exit.

"Hey, get back here!" he shouts.

"Tch, don't let our prey escape, Ayato." Kanato scoffs, watching me intently with a sadistic smile when I run past him. "I can't wait to break my new toy."

Uh... no thank you! Running past the lilac-haired hysteric, I easily dodge the fedora wearing pervert before he can trap me in his arms.

"Run into my open arms, little bitch!" Laito calls after me.

Nope. Never. Fat chance, pervert!

I glance behind my shoulder to see Subaru giving me a glare before turning away, while Reiji continues to stand there silently staring after my running form.

I run past the napping blonde on my way to the other door, giving him a quick glance. He seems to notice my stare and he opens his eyes. Frightened fuchsia and calm cobalt clash, but I hastily avert my gaze.

All I hear is an amused chuckle from the blonde before the doors shut close behind me.

"...What an interesting girl."

ヽ(⌐■_■)ノ

Oh my gosh! God, please, help me! I continue to run down the hallway, my boots clicking furiously against the marble. The portraits on the walls seem to look down on me with contempt and scorn, their smug features secretly judging me.

I perk up in happiness when I found a telephone atop a desk and immediately dial my father's number. If my phone doesn't have any service or Wi-Fi, might as well use the telephone here! Besides, I have this terrible feeling that that white-haired vampire would try to break and crush my cell phone to pieces. Urk...!

"Hello?" I bring the phone to my ear, but I didn't hear any ringing at all. Wait a minute... I follow the cord and find it unplugged from the wall outlet. "Are you joking with me?" I drop the phone.

"Better run, little bitch~" I hear an alluring voice echo throughout the empty hallway and I turn to run. Only to bump into something solid and I flinch in shock when a hand firmly grabs my shoulder, and whisper suggestive words into my innocent ears.

"Get away from me." I yank myself away from his grip and run down the hallway. I sneak a peek behind me and see his smirk and scorching gaze burning holes at me, he tips his fedora teasingly before I turn my head away.

I don't have time for this! I decided to run towards the entrance. The huge double doors have never felt so welcoming! Yes, freedom!

I grab the door handles and upon finding the doors locked tight shut and immovable, I gasp in fear when someone slams their hand beside my head.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ayato grins at my shivering form.

"Away from you and your brothers, what else?" I reply, gulping down the prickling fear rising up my throat.

"That's not going to work..." he leans in, whispering into my ear. "...you'll be staying here with us for eternity, whether you like it or not, pancake."

"No thank you, sir!" I push past him, disregarding my gut feeling as I run up the grand staircase. I should have left through the front door, but since it's locked, I have no choice but to run upstairs.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" his evil laughter rings in my ears as I quickly ascend up the stairs.

If this was a horror film, I would definitely die.

"How long are these stairs?" I huff tiredly, finally making it to the top floor after running past several landings.

I speed walk down the cold and empty corridor, my eyes flickering between the locked doors. I stop in front of an unlocked door, looking down at the broken padlock and chains in front of it.

There is no turning back. I'm way past the point of no return. I bravely steel myself for a jump scare and upon finding none, I sigh as I close the door behind me.

I slowly walk to the vanity table, open porcelain and rosewood boxes filled with silver and gold accessories and glittering jewelries and gems litter across the desk's surface. I look around the dusty bookshelves filled with aging books and China. I curiously turn and walk towards the glass door leading to a balcony outside. My fuchsia eyes flicker up into the starless skies, the half moon shining brightly, illuminating the dark room.

However, a lithe figure of a woman with strikingly long and bright lavender hair stands outside in the balcony. Donning a black dress, she slowly turns her head to the side and my eyes widen at her taunting smirk. Suddenly, my heart aches painfully and I back away until I hit a bookshelf.

I gasp in pain, clutching my chest at the excruciating pain of heartburn. I swear I haven't eaten fast food three times a day for the past few months!

A small bump and something fell from above. I open my eyes and look down at a small leather book beside my feet. I kneel down and gingerly pick it up as I skim over the pages. The smell of musk makes me dizzy, but I continue to flip through the yellowing pages. I saw an entry that caught my eye and read the words out loud.

"Yui brings me unimaginable joy. The fact that she's not my real daughter is no longer important to me. I'm only grateful for this tremendous blessing every day of my life..." I trail off as I try to register the words on the page. What... does this mean? An old picture suddenly falls out of the book and I pick it up.

"T-this is... my father and I?" I stare at the picture of my father in his cleric robes holding me in his arms when I was just a baby, standing outside the church. "Could this be... my father's diary?"

"Of all the rooms in this house, you just had to pick this one." Reiji's voice interrupts my thoughts and I whip around to stare straight into a smiling Laito kneeling down beside me. Kanato stands next to his brother, looking down at me with a disturbing smile.

I shift my gaze towards one of the covered chairs, Ayato shoots me a smirk before I fearfully catch Reiji's austere gaze standing beside Subaru, leaning against a desk. Shū, on the other hand, stays immobile in his spot sitting on a bed, staring outside the glass windows.

"We took great care to seal off this room from intruders, so you should not have been able to enter." Reiji drawls, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I will make sure to install a new lock on this door immediately."

"That's for sure..." Laito smirks at me. "Now, why don't you tell us how you managed to get inside here, little bitch?"

"Remember," Kanato smiles gleefully down at me, "you're my precious prey. So please, stay put where you are."

"I... I am not anyone's prey." I glare at them.

"Shut the hell up! I'm tired of all your excuses!" Subaru knocks the bookshelf behind me, causing several books to fall. I cringe in shock when they fall loudly on the floor next to me.

"Honestly, give it a rest, Subaru." Laito sighs, waving off his brother.

"You shut up!" was the white-haired male's angry reply.

I pleadingly turn to the apathetic blonde lounging casually on the bed. He seems to be the most normal one out of all of them; so... unfortunately, he doesn't seem to care nor is even aware of what is happening. He continues to gaze emotionlessly outside the windows.

I shakily stand up, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. Ayato stands up from his seat and casually walks towards me. Before I even know it, he forcefully grabs my chin.

"Let go!" I try to break away, slapping his hand away from me. He hisses and recoils, withdrawing his hand back.

"Stay still and you don't have to get hurt." he grits out, trapping me against the bookshelf.

"Hmm... perhaps I'll partake in the feast as well..." Laito stands up, leaning in closer to me.

Great, now I'm trapped between two sadistic and perverted vampires! God help me...!

Kanato hugs his teddy bear closer, innocently tipping his head to the side. "I want to have a taste too, please."

"Let me share with you some word of advice, Miss Komori." Reiji says. "From this day and forward, you will never be able to escape... so please, do not make any futile attempts."

"Tch, just get to the fucking point already!" Subaru viciously snarls. "Just tell her that if she tries to escape, she's dead!"

I inwardly cry in fear at my hopeless situation. Why is life so cruel...? What did I do to deserve this?! If it was about that time in middle school when I accidentally blew up the chemistry lab... it wasn't my fault! Some idiot decided it was funny to mix hydrogen sulfide and nitric acid to create some beautiful "explosions." I just happened to accidentally knock both chemicals together down the drain... but I managed to easily and quickly exit the classroom before I was caught up in the blast. It was a miracle... but seriously, it wasn't my fault!

I try to back away from Ayato and Laito's evil smirks as they slowly lean down towards me. Why am I so short?!

"Hey, pancake..." Ayato grabs the side of my face while flashing his fangs at me. "Are you ready?"

Heck no!

"Don't you two dare..." I glare at them. "...come any closer... or I'll..."

"You'll what?" Laito taunts, grabbing a lock of my hair and twirling his finger around it.

"..." my voice fails me and I brace myself for the oncoming doom.

CRASH.

They snap their heads towards the commotion. A broken frame lies on the floor, pieces of glass shards scattered across the wood.

My eyes flicker to a tall blonde's figure standing next to the broken and smashed frame. His languid posture illuminated by the moonlight as he stares at me with his icy blue eyes.

"My bad..." he drawls before looking away. "...looks like my hand slipped."

"God damn it, Shū!" Ayato huffs angrily, backing away from me. "What the hell was that for?!"

Laito hums and agrees, letting go of my hair. "You could have just said so if you wanted to taste her. No need to be shy, brother." he smirks tauntingly.

The blonde did not answer as he casually turns away from them, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly.

I feel grateful for the distraction, even if he didn't mean it. I take this chance to slip under the two vampires' holds and run out the door. I ignore the startled and angered shouts coming from the room as I tumble down the stairs. At least I'm safe... for now.

Please excuse the unoriginal and crappy title. I simply can't think of any for this fic. But yeah... creepy ass vampires. If I was Yui, I would have ran out the gates the moment it started to rain. Haunted mansions filled with vampires isn't a fun place to stay in. Just saying. But since I'm still new to Diabolik Lovers, well... I've read Diabolik Lovers Anthology and watched the anime, but still... forgive me if I portrayed any of the brothers out of character. Also, I'm not very good with romance and since this is Diabolik Lovers, don't expect this fanfic to be full of fluff. It will be quite a slow romance between two characters, but I haven't decided who Yui would end up with... yet.