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Remilia could practically taste the sweet aroma of Anon's blood in the air when he came inside covered in little cuts. All she could think about when that scent reached her was tasting its source. Just one drop of her beloved Anon's blood would satisfy her more than an entire banquet ever could. Just one drop would ruin all other sources of blood for her. Remilia's mind continued to conjure up fantasy after fantasy of this blood's flavor until it was almost too much. He was only down the hall. She could reach him and turn those fantasies into a reality in an instant. Remilia wondered if she could really stop herself at a single drop. For a moment she did not care if she could or even should stop herself at such a meager amount. Though he may not have even been aware of it himself, in her mind he already belonged to her. Why shouldn't she enjoy what was already hers? Remilia heard Anon close the door behind him and she turned to face him, fully prepared to violently enforce her will upon him.

But no, Remilia got a grip on herself. Someone of her standing should not be seen behaving as blood crazed ghoul would, especially not if that someone was her beloved Anon. If she was going to do something like this then she wanted to be a proper lady about it. In a herculean feat of mental strength that would have impressed even her vaunted ancestor Vlad Tepes, she held herself together and presented a dignified face for Anon.

He immediately apologized. "Good evening, my lady. Apologies for my appearance. It was dark outside and I tripped on something. I landed right in the roses." He attempted to give his mistress a reassuring smile. "Not to worry, I will make sure to have them replaced as soon as possible." The vampire smirked at him. "You should take care when walking outside in the dark, especially on a cloudy night such as this. You may hurt yourself more severely next time." She did her best to maintain eye contact with him so as to not look at the cuts. Anon felt somewhat uncomfortable beneath the vampire's scarlet gaze. It made him feel as though he were prey. "I will. Thank you for your concern." He was just about to excuse himself to clean up when he felt his mistress' hand on his sleeve. She continued to maintain eye contact as she ran her hand along it, feeling the places where the thorns managed to get through and break the skin. "I suggest cleaning and repairing your shirt without bothering Sakuya. I am sure that such a request would greatly annoy her and her patience for you is limited enough as it is." Remilia could feel the ever so slight dots of moisture left behind by the blood seeping onto the fabric. Most would have had to inspect the shirt closely to even see them but to her, the shirt may as well have been drenched in blood. She took a step towards Anon, which to him closed the already uncomfortably small space between the two of them. She spoke to him with a soft whisper. "I could help you, if you would like." Remilia smiled at him, continuing to stare into his eyes as she did. This gesture sent a shiver down Anon's spine. Why was she smiling at him? What did she want from him? Was she angry? Those thoughts and many more raced through his mind but possible romantic intent was not among the possibilities he considered. He gave her the best smile that he could. "I would not trouble my esteemed lady with such a menial task. I will see to this myself. Now, if you will excuse me..." Anon attempted to leave but felt the hand on his sleeve tighten into a grip. "I insist." Remilia whispered out. He began panicking. Was she that angry that he ruined the roses? All Remilia could hear was the rapid pounding of Anon's heart. To her that was confirmation enough that the lady's approach was working.

It was then that Anon spotted Sakuya exiting a room further down the hall. "Ah, miss Sakuya!" He called out. Remilia's gaze darted towards the maid. Her desire for Anon quickly turned into a flash of anger towards her maid. "Thank you for your generous offer but you can leave the repairs to me." Anon gave his mistress a bow and quickly walked towards the maid. Remilia did not respond. She was too busy being outraged at the maid's audacity. How dare she ruin this tender moment between herself and her beloved Anon with her presence. Remilia could hear Anon asking Sakuya for various supplies and him being told off for being a clumsy oaf but this was all nothing but background noise to her simmering rage. After the two went elsewhere, Remilia went outside and tore each of those flattened roses out of ground and scattered them all over the garden.

Maybe next time, Remilia.

It had been many months since Anon became a guest at the Scarlet Devil Mansion. He thought himself fortunate to have piqued the interest of the mansion's mistress, the vampire Remilia Scarlet, who offered him protection from the more malicious entities that roamed the wilds of Gensokyo in exchange for nothing more than his company. The outsiders that found themselves in this land rarely spoke English and she was glad to be able to speak it with one who was so fluent in it. The feeling was mutual. The last thing Anon expected to find in a place like this was someone who spoke his language. He gladly accepted her offer and spent many hours over the course of his stay conversing with the mistress about everything from philosophy to pop culture.

Remilia found herself quite enamored with her guest. So much that she wanted him to become something more than that to her. The vampire picked a beautiful moonlit night to invite Anon to have tea with her in the garden so that she could make him an offer...

Remilia wasted little time getting to the point of her invitation. After a bit of small talk, she began. "I have enjoyed the time that we have spent together thus far, Anon. Though we have not known each other for long, I have come to think of you as a friend and confidant." The vampire's guest quietly sipped on his tea as he listened, curious as to where she was going with this. "You may not be aware of this, but you have gotten quite close to me. Quite close indeed..." She trailed off and glanced up at the moon. "And yet, you could be closer still. As a matter of fact, I insist upon it." Remilia shifted her gaze onto her guest. "To that end, I have an important request to make of you. I would like you to pledge yourself to me and become my consort."

Anon sipped his tea as he thought about the vampire's request. He kept his cool but there was panic just beneath his surface. This was not how he expected this night to go and he needed time to formulate a proper answer. Seeing that his silence was starting to irritate the vampire, he decided to speak up. "You flatter me, Lady Scarlet. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought that I would catch the eye of an elegant aristocrat such as yourself." Remilia brought her tea cup to her lips to obscure her smirk from Anon. "However..." Anon continued. "There is a single matter that I'm afraid can never be resolved, given your unique circumstance." The smirk faded from Remilia's face. "And that is matter of your appearance." Anon was quick to catch himself before she could get the wrong idea. "This is not to say that you are unsightly. On the contrary, you are the fairest young lady that I have ever laid my eyes upon and once upon a time you may have matured into a beauty without peer, but unfortunately..." He gestured a hand at the vampire. "Your condition has left you in this form of physical stasis that you will never be able to grow out of. I'm sure that I don't have to explain to you why this is difficult for me." Remilia looked blankly across at Anon for a moment before chuckling. "Ah, Anon, I enjoy your unique sense of humor. It is yet another reason why I value your company." She put on a smile for her guest. "That being said, it was quite rude of you to make such a jape at my expense, especially after I just offered you a place of prestige and honor. No matter, I am willing to forgive you if you give me your pledge now." Anon could feel his host's piercing red gaze meeting his. He looked away and he answered. "I...I'm afraid that was no jape, Lady Scarlet. That was my genuine answer. I'm sorry."

>>23215274
I prefer elegant and gorgeus Remimi.

>>22611659
Her charisma isn't that easily avoidable, you would've most likely ended up in the same place regardless.

>>22426778
Such alluring beauty!

>>20562161
As she should be

>>18160683
Anon offering his blood to her!

>>18024448
That Remi is violating my personal space!
Not that I have a problem with that, though.

>>17710397
Remi is left-handed just like me!

Mature Remi!

>>17172462
Mature Mistress!