Vampires and Grigori Souls

It hadn't surprised me in the least, when Papa told me I would have to move out of my apartment. That doesn't mean, of course, that I never bashed his cranium with the spine of my geometry textbook when he told me he had to sell it for money. No doubt money he would spend on the newest lady of the week. What did surprise me, however, was that he had found me a new home with no push whatsoever. I don't know how he got it, or what to expect, frankly this scares me. All I have is the address, and from what I can tell it resides on the outskirts of Death City. Outside my school district, no less. I get to transfer, again. Great. I give a sigh as the cab pulls onto the street of the house. Oh, scratch that, Mansion. I gawk out the window at the huge estate the cab is pulling up to the gate of.

The gate is slightly rusted, but it doesn't mar the delicate beauty of the pieces of metal twisting together into an intricate design. The estate has a huge courtyard with a large dragon-themed fountain in the center. The surrounding area is decorated with hedges, appearing to form a maze. This place is great, I might even hold some respect for Papa after a stunt like this. As I climb from the cab, my phone vibrates. Its a text from Papa.

By the way Maka, the place you will be living in now is occupied by six other boys, so if they give you any trouble, call right away and I will rescue you.

All that respect, out the window. Like I would need rescuing anyway. I push the gate open, and it creaks a little bit. A drop of water hits the top of my head. And I look to the sky. The clouds had grown darker while I gawked, and rain soon began to pour. I got myself and my suitcase under the awning just as a crash of thunder rang out, startling me. Breathing hard, I reach out and knock, calling out. No answer. As I grab for the handle, the door opens suddenly. No one is standing there, though. I walk in and peer around, and the door shuts behind me. I look around, and notice the glistening chandelier and gorgeous triple staircase rather than the absence of a person to open the door. I walk in a bit farther, and notice a boy sleeping on a couch off to the right. I pull my bag over and stop next to him.

"Excuse me," I say as I gently shake his shoulder. He wears an orange t-shirt and gray skinny jeans, and has a black leather jacket balled up beneath his head. His stark white hair is spiked and rustles with the movement. He doesn't respond, so I touch his hand, pulling back sharply. Its too cold. I gently press two fingers to the crook of his neck, checking for a pulse.

"Is he... dead?" I ask myself, kneeling next to him and pulling out my phone. I had almost dialed 911 when my phone was snatched from my hand. I look up, and my forest green eyes meet his blood red ones.

"Don't you know it's rude to be so loud in another person's house?" he asks, crimson gaze flitting across my form.

"Wh- how are you alive?" I ask, eyes wide.

"Oi, why wouldn't I be woman?" I gasp when he grabs my waist and pulls me down, so I am lying between the back of the cough and him.

"Ah! What the hell ar-" I am cut off by one of his deathly cold fingers.

"To excuse your rude disturbance of my nap, you are going to feed me." he says calmly, eyes flicking to my neck hungrily. I struggle when I feel a tongue flit across it, making muffled noises behind his hand. He opens his mouth, showing me two rows of perfectly sharp teeth. Fortunately for me, his bite is disrupted bu another voice.

"Soul. This is the entry hall. Please take your activities to your personal room." we both look up to see another boy, slightly taller than Soul, as he was called. The other boy has jet black hair with three white stripes ringing the right side of his head, cut off down the middle. His eyes are the color of molten gold. He wears a formal black suit, decorated with a metal skull in place of a tie and white rectangles along the front and shoulders.

"Damn it, Kid. Sometimes 'activities' don't make I all the way to the room." he lets me up, and I scramble away, preparing a book to decimate a skull with.

"What the heck? Is that really how you treat a girl who comes into your house upon invitation?" I growl.

"And you are?" Kid asks me, attention drawn from Soul.

"Maka Albarn. My father, Spirit Albarn, told me I would be living here from now on." I reply, standing up straight.

"I have heard nothing about this. Soul, explain."

"Eh? How an I supposed to know. You never said anything about that, tiny-tits." My blood boils at the nickname, and I ground out.

"Well excuse me for being unexpectedly molested, Shark-Teeth." I retort, crossing my arms over my pointedly flat chest. He growls, opening his mouth to reply, but is once again interrupted.

"How odd. I wasn't informed of this. Follow me." he directs. "And Soul, please restore the symmetry of the couch you have dirtied." he rolls his eyes as Kid walks away, and a butler appears from nowhere, taking my luggage and fading back into shadows. I look from the butler to Soul, and he just stares back. I run after Kid.

Now in a large living room, Soul rests sloppily on an armchair and Kid stands near the coffee table. I take a seat on one of the two identical blue couches.

"So," Kid begins, looking at me, "Tell me how exactly you came to this house and why." he asks.

"Uh, right, I-"

"What do we have here?" I hear a chuckle from above, and look to see another boy standing up by the railing of a loft. "Is it true a cute little human girl has come to serve God?" the boy's hair is a bright blue and sticks straight up into many little points, and his eyes are a dark green. He wears a white tank with a star in the middle, and blue jean shorts. His arms are wrapped from elbow to knuckles with white bandages, along with his legs, from knee to toe, and a star-shaped tattoo on his left shoulder, stretching across his tanned skin. The has a black scarf wrapped around his neck loosely. In less than a second, he is at my side. I feel warm wetness on my cheek, and flinch away, earning a little chuckle. "She smells so sweet, I might just have to eat her."

"Please l-let me taste too." a quiet voice stutters, licking my ear. I prepare another book, but am interrupted.

"Now you two, is that really the way you treat a lady you have only just met?" Kid asks, glaring the other two down.

"What? But doesn't everyone want to taste something that looks yummy?" Blue-hair asks, turning toward the one behind me. "Right, Crona?" I look at Crona, he has messily cut pink hair and dull gray eyes, and wears a long, black robe. The robe has white diamonds at the base, and white cuffs on the sleeves and around the neck, fitting his thin frame loosely. He clutches his arm tightly, as if nervous.

"Y-yes, I agree, Black*Star." he answers, smiling slightly.

"Shut up, you two. I saw her first. You idiots can't have any." Soul claims, sitting up.

"Gah, I'm tired of you being so damn possessive. Get over yourself." I hear a low voice come from another room. Soul stands up quickly.

"Screw you. I know that's you, Ragnarok. Show yourself." a tall boy with shoulder-length, straight, black hair and black eyes appears on the other side of the room. He has an 'x' shaped scar across the center of his face. He is dressed in black, loose-fitting jeans adorned with many various chains, and a black t'shirt. He also has white finger-less gloves, with black stripes down each finger and a metal spiked bracelet at the base. He is well built, his pale skin stretching along bulky arm muscles.

"I thought it smelled like human in here. So it was you." his black orbs lock with my eyes, and mine narrow. "How dare you interrupt my precious sleep?" he asks calmly.

"Heh? How did you get in here?" I respond, thoroughly overwhelmed.

"MY question first!" he shouts, slamming his fist into the wall, and successfully denting it. I gasp, and blink a few times.

"Has anyone," Kid speaks up, "Been told of this lady who has come here to live with us?" everyone looks at him, going quiet. Soul drops back into his chair.

"Ah, Excuse me, this must be some misunderstanding. I'll just get out of your business." I splutter, standing up. As I make for an escape, I am, once again, interrupted.

"Now wait a moment. I am trying to verify the truth of the matter, wouldn't it be rather impolite to leave now?" he asks, and I turn around.

"But..."

"Are you the girl he was talking about?" a guy murmurs, looking half asleep on another couch.

"Stein, do you know something about her?" Kid asks.

"...maybe." he replies, eyes flicking open. They are an olive green color. His hair is silver and is relatively long, hanging lank just above his ears. A dark metal bolt sticks out of his head, and he reaches up to twist it. It makes a clicking sound, and he lets his hand fall. He wears a messily ripped and re-stitched lab coat over a gray shirt, and black slacks. He has a cleanly stitched scar from his forehead to the bottom of his ear, to below his cheek.

"Don't 'maybe' me. I need an explanation." Kid huffed.

"That guy... contacted me the other day. He said he was sending his special daughter to live with us, and to treat her nicely." Stein mumbled.

"Oh, really? I wonder what kind of crazy this guy is. Who sends their daughter to us as if we were a babysitting service?" Soul scoffed, chuckling.

"Hm... he also said... something about her grigori soul." Stein murmured. You could see the wheels in his head turning. I gasp, I had overheard Papa talking about a grigori soul, but I don't know what it is.

"Well it looks like we are going to have a very long relationship with her." Black*Star spoke up, smirking at me. I glowered back.

"It appears there is no misunderstanding. Let us introduce ourselves." Kid starts. "The one with the screw in his head is the oldest son, Franken Stein, but we just call him Stein. I am the second son, Death the Kid, but you may call me Kid." he says, gesturing as he goes. "The third son is Soul Eater."

"You wont get away from me again, Tiny." Soul threatens, smirking.

"Fourth is Black*Star," Kid continues.

"Pleased to meet you, disciple." Black*Star winks.

"And the youngest sons, Crona and Ragnarok, are actually twins." Kid finishes.

"Please let me t-taste you again, s-sometime." Crona stutters, smiling faintly.

"Tch, What a waste of time." Ragnarok scoffs, turning away.

"Uh... there must be some kind of mistake. I never heard anything about souls, and besides... you all are kind of weird..." my voice slowly diminishes by the end. "I need to call Papa." I say, and Soul flips my phone open. Oh, I had forgotten he took that. "My phone! Give it back, Shark!" I say, reaching for it. He holds it just out of my reach. Ragnarok comes up behind him and takes it, holding it away from us both. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"This." he glowers at me as he crushes my phone with his bare hand, and turns away. "Get lost." I stare, jaw dropped, at the remains of my only method of contact.

"There, there, little disciple, you're about to become very good friends with all of us, so there is no need for a silly old cell phone." Black*Star murmurs in my ear, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Right?"

"I've actually been feeling a little peckish." Crona murmurs, from my other side.

"Tell me about it." Black*star mumbles, leaning closer. "You smell delicious, little disciple." I see a flash of fang, and stumble out of their grasp, cutting my knee on the table in the process. All six of them stare down at me, faces shadowed and eyes glowing. I hear a crash of thunder from outside.

"V- Vampires."

I'm not exactly sure why i randomly started this story, i just felt like it. in case you hadn't noticed, Ragnarok and Crona do not share a body in this story, and Stein does not take his usual form of weird old man, but weird 20-year-old instead. don't ask, i don't really know. okie, i don't own Soul Eater or any of its characters... and also, the beginning of this story is based off of the anime Diabolik Lovers, but it is NOT a crossover. later in the story it will head its own direction, but i loved that anime so much that i just couldn't help myself! -.-" so yeah. Reviews are appreciated! :3

~Fish