Diabolik Lovers II: More, blood (Under construction)

Living once again...With f*cking Bloodsuckers

Nozomi p.o.v
"All will be made clear, in the course of nature." Whispers an irritating voice that I'd have to come known last time. Fuck, not this again. I try to cling onto the last remaining dreamless sleep before I slip into this again. "Eve...." Stubbornly I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the voice.
"Eve." My mind flashes back to the vampire guy's hand coming closer, but... Something's wrong. An ominous feeling creeps into the vision. No.... "Freak..." The voice starts to distort, bouncing through my skull. My hands come up to ears, and cover them as I recognize the voice. No....Stop it. "Monster..." The voice coos in my ear. Go away! I stop squeezing my eyes, instead, my efforts go into trying to open them, wanting desperately to stop this.
All of the sudden a scream pierces through, leaving a faint ringing behind in my ears, and I flinch as it is shortly followed by a crazy giggle. "Happy that you killed your mother, little Monster?"
Fuck off! I twist around, bucking my body, trying frantically to open my eyes and escape the dream. "Come on...I know you can do it. Give me your powers!" Snarls a raspy voice in my other ear, as if my hand pressed against it isn't there. Go away... I flinch as multiple voice start to scream through each other.
"Bitch!"
"Disappear from our life, you don't belong here, wench."
"Give me it!"
"Monster!"
"Die!"
My struggles to wake up increase, just like the voices do.
"MONSTER!"
"GIVE IT!"
"DISAPPEAR!"
"DIE!"
I shoot up into a sitting position, my hands pressed against my ears as my breaths come out as short and quick, making me lightheaded, so I close my eyes, my lips pressed tightly against each other, forming a thin line. Everything is too hot, too cold, too much.
Sweat is gathering on my forehead as I can feel my own body trembling uncontrollably, the chest pain makes me nauseous. Black spots start to appear in the corner of my eyes. Tears prick in my eyes and I dig my nails into the side of my head to ground myself a little. Focus, focus, what do you see?
My jaw is clenched as I carefully open my eyes, my sight is a bit blurry as I am greeted with a dark green color. I see dark green, probably of a couch or bed or something like that, okay, okay, you can fucking do this. Okay, what do you feel. I lower my hands slowly to feel the fabric beneath me. I...this is some sort of velvet...I think. God, this is so fucking stupid.
My breath has eventually slowed down enough, so ignoring the rest of the exercise a nun of the church once proposed to me - still not sure if it's really helping me, but what-fucking-ever - I look around me, finally taking notice that this is not a place I have ever been.
"What the fuck?" I whisper, scrambling of the couch with such haste, that my head starts to spin, so much that I almost kiss the ground. Cursing under my breath, I steady myself with leaning against the couch, looking properly around. "Holy shit. Where did I find myself in this time?"
"You're finally awake." Holy fuck! I spin around, coming to face to that bitch again that covered my face just before I blacked out. Wait....he saw that shit! Oh, fuck no, let me crawl into a hole and die in peace. Wrapped up in my head, I start again as he continues. "You sleep so soundly, for livestock." Hah?!
"Hah?!" I snarl, stepping closer to, I don't know what that bloodsucker's name is, but whatever. My fists are clenched tightly as I decide that I'm gonna piss of that little shit. "What crawled up your fucking ass and died to act like that?!"
A few veins pop up in my hands and head as he just ignores me like I am not even worth the time, and my eyebrow twitches as I bare teeth. "Son of a bitch, where the fuck-"
A hand slammed against a window -?- interrupts me, the sound loudly echoes through the room, and the gray-haired bitch continues on reading as if this happens every day in his long, long life. With a snarl I spin around, a bit startled at the sudden sound, but also used to it because why not? When you have Car living in the same house as you, what do you expect? I meet a guy who is one of the tallest I ever met with probably a permanent scowl onto his face.
"Shut up! Quit your squealing, you Sow!" He roars, his fist still against the window-?- he slammed. I can, quite literally, feel my hackles rising. Oh, it's on, bitch. "What did you say?! You are barking like a overgrown baboon, bitch!" He falters a little, probably not expecting I would talk back.
"~Now, now~. After being brought here so suddenly, of course she's gonna be confused." Chimes a voice in coyly, sounding strangely excited. I turn around to look at the source of the voice, meeting the blonde bitch again. Oh, fuck me, is this another player?
"Right, Masochistic Bitch?" An amused smile is on his lips as he asks that fucking rhetorical question. This time I feel both of my eyebrows twitching as I just stare at him, feeling just tired of hearing him talking. With a sigh, I squeeze my nose bridge, placing my other hand against my hip. Count to ten, and then find a something of a high height to jump off. Nice plan? Nice plan.
Before I even reach the ten, a cold hand all of the sudden grabs the hand positioned on my hip, catching me off, so I just look with a blank face down, not entirely sure what to make of the picture of the bloodsucker holding my hand. "Hey... Do you like..." He starts slowly, giving me time to eye him. Why the fuck does he has all sorts of scars on his body?
"pain?" He finishes softly, and I can't help it but give him an are-you-fucking-serious-right-now expression and pull my hand back quickly as if he'd burned me. "Hey, now, Azusa-kun. That's inappropriate to ask a person you just met." I take a step back, not wanting another second to be closer to him.
"You have to introduce yourself first." 'Azusa-kun' is standing there like a kicked puppy. You mean, it will be normal if you get to fucking know me? You all bloodsuckers can go fuck yourselves. And who the duck does like pain? No fucking offense, none at all, and I am serious, it's just....fucking weird to imagine it...wait no, actually it doesn't, because there was a time I enjoyed it, too. So who am I to judge.
"So let's start over," Fuck! Ffxxjk, fuck, fuck, fuck, he scared the shit outta me. With a scowl I look up at him. You know, I sometimes just want to take out their kneecaps with a baseball bat so fucking hard, they're forced to look up to me. You know what I'm saying?
"I'm Kou Mukami. Nice to meet you, Masochistic Bitch." 'Two-faced Bitch introduces himself cheerfully, his blue eyes looking a little bit too innocently, and I just can't resist baring my teeth a little at him, something I'm probably going to regret it later, but anyway. Baboon Bitch is rubbing the back of his head, looking bored about this whole prospect. "I'm Yuma Mukami." And we have brothers, I officially lost the will to live.
"We're all brothers. And this is..." Two-faced Bitch explains, turning to 'Azusa', clearly expecting an introduction, so with a sour face I turn back to Scarface.
"Azusa." He simply states, giving no further indication he wants to talk, something I can appreciate because I already know a few 'people' who like to rant