A/N: hey guys, this is your normal hyper duckie. This is my first fan fiction so please be nice. Flames are accepted. I take them as useful criticism. Enjoy.
Dark mist surrounded the throne room of the King of Vampires; the ancient race that seldom knew about. The king who ruled his race alone. Taking what he wants and ruling ruthlessly over his kind. Keeping them in line, abiding by his laws. Rumors even started to go through the human kind. As was the rumors of the king looking for a mate spread. The single human women and single vampire women made themselves presentable, just in case the king or his servants visited them.
Nobody actually knew what the king's servants would look like. From interbreeding with certain races, the vampires had been known to change into an almost human like form that is so precise, that it is hard to tell human from vampire.
In today's Tokyo, things were really going on the rise. The daughter of the mayor of the town was the lovely Beryl. Her flawless red hair adorning her sleek back and shoulders. Her chestnut brown eyes showed love and warmth as she always did when being adored. To men, she was God's gift to man, she had it all, power, money, beauty, but the one thing that the human women could tell right away from her personality is that she was a good actress. Inside, Beryl was a spoiled selfish turd, who whined and complained about everything.
Problem was, barely anyone knew about her split personality.
Beryl showed no mercy. When she wanted something, she'd dig up dirt, bare her claws, and keep fighting until it was hers. You name it, men, money, food, or power, she got it all. The town's people often admired her for her act, although none of them knew it was an act. Word reached the king of Vampires about this rare beauty, and it was decided that he would see her for himself, but nobody, other than the king's liege knew of this.
Changing into his human form, the king set out to find this so called "rare beauty". Traveling to Tokyo was not hard at all for the king, because he knew things, certain incantations for getting what he wanted. Many could say that was the reason, the king considered Beryl for a possible mate was because of what they had in common. They both knew what they want and always got it.
In Tokyo Beryl was admiring the dresses in a shop when she was stumbled into someone. Turning around, a spectator witness might see Beryl politely talking to the girl and smiling, but the girl heard differently.
"Look you little whore, don't bump into me again, or you'll be leaving this town before you can say, "I wish I could find love. Got that?" Beryl said with such menace as she smiled sweetly.
The person who looked up bravely was not average beauty, more like below average beauty. Round thick glasses adorned her face hiding her eyes so people couldn't tell what her emotions were. It made her feel less vulnerable. Her hair was pulled into a messy braid that went everywhere. The dirty-golden hair was covered in grease, giving it a shiny disgusting look. A dirty, cheap, old cloak covered her body, not revealing anything. Not many in the town dressed like this, but a few girls. Serenity was one of them.
Serenity just nodded and murmured an apology and shuffled along, to be ignored for her unfortunate below average beauty. The problem Serenity saw with Tokyo, is that everyone was so obsessed with beauty, no one cared about personality, and Beryl was one that should be taken into account for that. She was one saucy bitch when you messed with her, or even just bumping into her, completely by accident, she'd make sure you knew your place, and use her beauty and act to get completely away with it. Serenity never found the will power to fight against her. She never thought Beryl was worth the time, considering, everyone admired, and completely supported her.
Serenity continued shuffling down the street, nearly bumping into a young man, but this only caused her to lose her balance and begin falling.