Akatsuki ch. 1
Confess. That was what I'd been told to do. Himeko Saito, the mother of my dear Yuki, had come into my room and thrust something my way. I had been looking out the window carelessly and nearly flew out of my seat to swiftly pick it up while looking like I was bowing. I hugged the book to my chest.
"Girl," she began, for this is what she called me. She simply had no respect for the French, esspecially not a French vampire- even if I was a diplomat and was nothing but sweet to her. Anyways, she continued by saying, "this is to confess in. Write what sins you have. Or rather- you French vampric are far too sinful to really understand sins anyways so rather you just write everything."
With that, she left, closing the door behind her. I stood there dumbly for a while, then I walked to my writing desk and here I am, in this book, writing as she asked in order to please her. I've been alive for wha