Title: Alone
Kumamoto slowly opened his eyes. His head felt heavy, and his whole body was numb. When his vision became clear, he saw something strange.
He was lying on the floor of a huge hall. In front of him were tall red stairs, and at the top sat a girl on a throne—but she wasn't just a girl. She was a queen.
Her skin was white like snow, her long black hair shining in the candlelight. She was short and slim but wore a beautiful black dress that made her look like royalty. Her red eyes glowed like fire, and her beauty was almost unreal. On both sides of her throne stood two vampires, watching silently.
The queen looked at Kumamoto and smiled coldly.
"So… this is the famous Bloody Monster?" she said softly.
Another vampire near her laughed. "Yes, my Queen. But he is only a boy."
The Vampire Queen walked down the stairs slowly.
"Hmm… you look weak," she said, her sharp eyes scanning him. "But I want to test you."
Kumamoto tried to move, but his arms and legs wouldn't respond. Then he realized—he was chained. Heavy iron shackles held him to the floor.
"What… is this?" he thought, panic rising inside him.
The Queen stood in front of him now, her cold smile never leaving her face.
"You can't even stand," she whispered. "But let me see… how strong your blood is."
Kumamoto's heart pounded. "Blood? What is she—"
Before he could finish the thought, the Queen suddenly grabbed his face and leaned close.
"Don't blink," she teased, then opened her mouth, showing sharp fangs.
Kumamoto tried to roll his body to defend himself. The chains rattled loudly as he fought.
The Queen stopped and looked at him in surprise.
"Oh? You still have fight in you? Good," she said with an amused smile. "That will make this even better."
Then, before he could react, she pushed him down and sat on top of him.
"Now, stay still," she whispered—and bit his neck.
Pain shot through Kumamoto's body as her sharp fangs pierced his skin. His blood flowed into her mouth, warm and sweet. The Queen's eyes widened. She pulled back, her lips red with his blood.
"What… is this?" she said, shocked. "I've never tasted blood like this before. It's… perfect."
Kumamoto could not scream. The pain was too much, and his strength was gone. The Queen stood up slowly, still licking his blood from her lips.
"Heal him," she ordered her servants. "I need this one alive."
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Hours later, Kumamoto woke up again. He was in a different room now—a large pink bedroom with soft curtains and elegant furniture. But he was still chained to the bed.
The door opened. The Vampire Queen entered, wearing the same black dress. She walked to the bed and pressed her foot on his chest.
"You're awake. Good," she said calmly.
"Listen, boy. You can't stay in my castle for free. From now on, you work for me. You hunt for me. And you give me your sweet blood."
Kumamoto glared at her but said nothing.
The Queen smiled and bent closer to his face.
"From today, you are mine," she whispered. "My servant… my weapon… my dog."
She stepped back and turned toward the door.
"Your first hunt begins tomorrow. There are two rogue vampires in the northern woods. Kill them. Bring me their blood."
Kumamoto clenched his fists. He hated her. He hated this place. But he had no choice.
The Queen looked back one last time and said:
"Welcome, Kumamoto… the Dog of the Vampire Queen."