Abandonded Tsunpire (Contains Bad/Good Ends)

What if [spoiler]abandoning and completely cutting ties with a vampire because you fucking hate tsunderes?[/spoiler]
(Thank you anon who compiled this. Really helped me out.)
...
>(V) Geez, why am I stuck with such a useless human as a servant.

>(H) If you feel that way why don't you just get someone else.

>(V) Maybe I will, anyone would be better than you.

>(H) Fine then. Cya later. Enjoy whoever you get.

>(V) Fine......He didn't leave did he?

> "No, he couldn't have left. He probably is just cooling off or shopping....Right, just shopping." she fidgeted in her chair for a bit, playing with her hair in worry.

>For a night and a day she waited. "He just must have gotten lost in town, the idiot." she would mutter as she dug through the dank cellar of her mansion. "I will just need to give him a stern talking to when he gets back.

>Dinner was lonely and strangely unsatisfying for her. The absence of her butler's smiling face and terrible jokes made the mansion seem emptier than normal. "Tomorrow, he will be back tomorrow."

>It was always tomorrow. Every evening she would awake and find her loyal butler missing. Excuses would always leap to mind. "Maybe he is just staying at the inn. Waiting for me to come begging" or "He may be staying in the country. He had a family there once right?"

>The justifications were always there, always giving her the tiniest hope (even if she was loathe to admit it) that he would be standing by her bed the next day with breakfast in hand and a smile on his face.

>Dust soon gathered in the mansion, covering book cases and window sills while dirt began to cover the once pristine wooden floors. "He really is taking too long." She thought as she drained the last keg of stored blood. "All he needs to do is apologize and I will let him back in. I won't even yell or hit."

>As much as she wished it. Tomorrow never seemed to come for the mistress.

>"I won't let him win" she would mutter as she threw on a once regal dress which was now covered in wrinkles and dirt. "He will come back any day now."

>Her pride held her in the mansion, waiting for her favored servant to return.

>The floors remained dirtied, the lawn grew wild, and paint began to chip away as the weather beat against the mansion.

>Without a ready source of the sanguine liquid, the vampire was forced to dig into her well preserved vintages to satiate her hunger.

>For a year this continued, her prized stock dwindling as she patiently waited for the servant to return.

>Eventually her stocks ran dry and the ancient undead was forced to turn to the outside world for sustenance.

>"How long has it been." She wondered as left the once royal mansion and began her trek towards town. "It has been a decade at least since I took in my servant."

>She huffed a bit at the thought of him. "10 years of him living under my roof and he repays me by leaving? So ungrateful....although he did a great job on the lawn."

>Her calm confidence broke for the briefest of seconds as worry overwhelmed her.

>"Was he dead? A slave?" the worries bounced in her head, hastening her pace as she walked to the village. "Maybe he was kidnapped by another monster or arrested."

>A thousand fates flitted through her mind. Gruesome mutilations, slow starvation, painful plagues, and more haunted her thoughts as she walked towards town with only her straining pride keeping her from sprinting through the streets.

>"Maybe I will see him here." she reasoned with herself, fighting to calm herself as she walked through the town.

>Empty stalls and carts passed by as she walked through the empty streets, hoping to catch sight of the smiling face she remembered. Sadly her search was fruitless, only drunken laborers walked the streets tonight.

>"Obviously he must be at the inn." she reasoned, ignoring the questioning stares and lustful leers as she stalked the dark night.

>It was a ramshackle building, nothing compared to her royal estate of course, but would have suited the servant just fine. "I shall say he is forgiven." She thought as she entered the inn, awakening a sleepy looking clerk. "I won't even make him beg."

>"Can I help you miss?" The elderly man asked, a look of confusion and worry on his face.

>"Yes, have you seen my servant?" she asked, briefly giving a description of the man she searched for.

>"Oh, him? He left around a year ago. Said something about wanting to get away from his master or something."

>The monster's eyes widened and her confident smile grew brittle. "Pardon?"

>The inn-keeper looked increasingly worried. "I said he's gone."

>The scream was primal in nature, a thing built out of sorrow and despair. The inn-keeper could only yelp in fear as the vampire threw a table against the wall in her sadness.

>Shouts of confusion and worry echoed through the town as the mistress burst from the inn and spread her great wings, taking to the air in her panic.

>All night she searched, crashing through windows, ripping open barns, and searching every cave as she looked for her servant.

>"Were is he?" she screamed into the night as she went. She looked through the farms, the stables, the forests and the caves but found neither hide nor hair of her beloved servant.

>The moon had reached its zenith when her hunger became unbearable but still she searched even as the vampires body screamed for sustenance.

>It was but an hour before dawn when she broke and was forced to feed, drawing blood from a wild boar which was unfortunate enough to cross her frenzied path.

>"It's terrible." She wept, coughing as she drained the beast of its dreadful ichor. "It's nothing compared to that tra-....his.."

>Dawn was breaking as she returned to her decrepit mansion. Tears rolling down her porcelain face and washing away the dirt and dust that coated her face.

>"I will find him tomorrow." she thought, discarding her once fine clothes to the floor, the mud and muck having long since ruined its royal colors.

>So it went for her, awakening each night to search the area, uprooting trees, questioning strangers, and screaming tearfully into the sky as she went about her fruitless search.

>"I will find him tomorrow."

>"Please let me find him tomorrow."

>"I miss him..Please....Let tomorrow be the day."

>For 17 years she looked through the country as her mansion decayed, her clothes grew ratty and her once fine hair became matted and torn.

>Always hoping that tomorrow would be the day.

- - - - - -

>Every night she would leave the mansion as the windows broke, the floors rotted, and the once fine paint chipped away.

>She would scream through town in torn and dirtied clothes with wild, unkempt hair, screaming, pleading, and begging to any who would listen about a precious servant she once had.

>Houses would be broken into, barns ripped open, and doors sundered as she looked into every nook and cranny she could to find her beloved.

>She feasted upon the drunkards or wild animals when the hunger became too much.

>But every dawn she would return home, weeping about how much she wanted him back, about how sorry she was.

>The town, gripped by fear, called in the church and the vampire awoke one day to silver armor and holy swords.

>None know what transpired that night as no-one who entered the mansion returned the next day. All that remained was a burnt ruin where the once fine building stood.

>The nights became quiet again and the people rested easily once more.

>The town prospered and the mansion was forgotten but the memory of its mistress lived on.

>Animals drained of blood would be found in the woods every now and then and those wandering the streets after dark would sometimes meet a ragged beauty clad in ruined finery asking about her "precious servant."

-Tomorrow End.

- - - - - -

>"Twenty years." The man thought as he eyed the ruin before him, ruck-sack slung over his shoulder.

>It had been twenty years since he left the once glorious mansion, his heart filled with spite towards its arrogant mistress.

>He had stayed in town a few days, wondering if the proud vampire would come for him and apologize. Unfortunately, his coin and patience soon ran dry and he left the town without looking back. Leaving the mansion and its mistress behind.

>His life became a chaotic typhoon after then. Every day became a struggle to survive without the wealth once offered by his mistress.

>He became a beggar, a banker, a mercenary, and a cook.

>A guard, a shopkeeper, a bard and much more throughout his life, gaining his fair share of friends, enemies, and scars.

>Although he tried to forget, his thoughts would turn back towards the vampire and her home.

>Did she miss him? Did she remember him? What had she thought when he left?

>She had been harsh to him during his stay, always deriding him or finding fault in whatever task he did. However, for every chastisement or snide comment, she would offer encouragement or comfort.

>When he was sick she would care for him. When he had despaired she would cheer him up with a small gift and after a job well done, he thought he would sometimes see a trace of a smile on her lips.

>She had always been a frustrating enigma to him, cold one day and warm the next. He never knew whether she liked him, hated him, or was simply mad.

>It was these questions that drew him back to the mansion.

>The once green and proper yard was now a brown, weedy mess and the many windows were cracked or shattered.

>The great door creaked as he opened it, its paint chipping and flaking from neglect.

>The wooden floors were rotted and the rugs so caked in dirt that they appeared brown. He briefly wondered if the mistress even remained here, surely she would have found another servant rather then it decay like this.

>Although they were ruined parodies of their former selves, the hallways were just as he remembered them and each corridor reminded him of those days long past.

>The paintings were ruined and dust coated everything while the floors had been turned into a scratched, dirtied mess.

>He continued on towards the room of his former mistress, wondering if anything would even be there.

>The sun had just begun to set as he reached the grand door, its paint flaking and its knob covered in rust.

>The door creaked open and he entered the darkened room.

>His master's beautiful dresses and fine regalia littered the floor, cast about without care. They were dirty, grimy things whose original colors were replaced with dried mud.

>Dust coated the bookshelves and the room smelled of age and dust. The grand bed lay at the back of the room, draped in moth eaten blankets while bursting pillows lay at the head of the bed.

>But none of that mattered to him, for there she lay. Her pale skin was caked with mud and scratched and her once proud golden locks were frazzled, knotted, and matted.

>She was curled in a fetal ball, hugging an old pillow tight into her chest.

>The servant could scarcely believe what he saw. His mistress had been a creature of beauty and grace, the woman before him looked as though a simple touch would shatter her.

>The vampire twitched and muttered as the son went down, awakening to the new night.

>"Good evening mistress." He said, the familiar words rolling of his tongue. "How are you feeling this evening."

>The words were calm and quiet but caused the monster to jump as though she had been struck by lighting, her red eyes going wide in shock.

>"I-it can't be." she stuttered, her voice feeble as hid her mouth behind a hand. "is this a dream."

>"Sadly not my lady." the servant said, a small smile growing on his tired face. "If it was, I would not be as old as I am."

>"I-idiot" she said, tears forming in her eyes.

>The servant sighed and frowned, it seems that she had not changed since he left.

>Any retort he had was silenced as his mistress leapt from the bed and into his chest, gripping him tight with bone crushing hug.

>"I've been such an idiot." She screamed as the tears flowed. "I am sorry for whatever it was I did to make you leave."

>The servant had expected many things when he came back but this was not one of them. His mistress simply cried into his chest, grip remaining tight. He simply wrapped his hands around her and let her cry.

>Time seemed to freeze as they sat there, the once proud mistress crying as she gripped the servant tight.

>"I never should have called you names." She hiccuped. "I never should have mocked you or hit you. I should have said thank you more." She looked up at him with eyes reddened by her tears.

>"Please, never leave me again."

>"Why?" the servant asked, his mind struggling to cope with the situation. "Why is the house like this? Why didn't you just get a new servant?"

>"Because they weren't you." The vampire stated, sniffling slightly. "You did so much for me and asked for so little in return, just food, shelter, and to be treated as a person." She bit her lip with a sharp fang, drawing blood. "I couldn't even give you that."

>She eased her grip and leaned back, looking up at her servant. "I didn't know how much I needed you until you left. I l-loved you. I still love you. I just couldn't tell you until I lost you."

>The servant looked down at her with a blank expression. It was true that she had mistreated him, no one could blame him if he left but he couldn't bring himself to say no.

>Throughout his travels, his thoughts had always drifted back to this place and its mistress. Even sitting here with her in the ruined mess of an estate made his heart feel at ease.

>"Please..." she whispered, her expression pleading.

>Slowly, his arms reached behind her back and pulled her in to a warm hug.

>"Yes." He said as a smile slowly formed "If make good your word and treat me better, I will stay with you till the end of my days. Although I think you will need a new mansion. I am good but not this good."

>Her tearful from broke into a warm smile, crying tears of joy as she returned the hug.

>"I will." She chocked out as she brought her husband in close. "and its our mansion now."

>The servant blinked for a moment before hugging his new wife. "Then I will too."

>--------

>The mansion rotted for years at the edge of town, forgotten and feared by the common folk.

>It barely stood now as the season tried their best to destroy the ancient building.

>A young woman wandered the halls of the ruin in curiosity.

>She had a lithe form clad in well-used leather armor while her long blond hair was held back in a pony-tail.

>Her crimson eyes sparkled with excitement as she spotted an old painting hanging on the walls. The faded image showing a regal woman and a sharply dressed young man in a servants outfit.

>"I can't believe this survived." She murmured, gently picking the painting from the wreckage. "This will make a great gift for Mom and Dad's Anniversary."

-Good end