A girl sat on a grand chair, overlooking the garden beneath her.

It was a hot day, making the air full of bugs.

"Miss (Y/N), for goodness sake, please wear your hat!" fussed her maid, plopping a wide brimmed straw hat, with a vibrant red ribbon.

The maid tied it tightly beneath her chin, making her face twist into a look of annoyance.

"Leave me be please." she said softly, but firmly, swatting away the woman's hands.

Little did she know that a man with long blonde hair, tied into a pony tail, with purple and gold eyes looked up at her from beneath the balcony, hearing the fretting of the maid.

He also heard the barely audible wish she wished, her voice carrying away with the breeze.

"I wish I had someone dear to me."

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"You have to come downstairs with me, there's eleven of them this time! You need a suitor!"

"No! I won't! there only here because they want my money!" (Y/N) yelled at her father, throwing her stuffed bunny at him.

At sixteen, she still had her childhood belongings.

Never wanting to throw her happiness away.

"You need to at least talk to one. They're driving me mad!" He yelled back, his fists clenched.

"No! I won't!" She shrieked, running out the door.

(Y/N) made her way to the kitchen, dodging the one lone suitor who had made it past her fathers butler.

"Miss (Y/N)-"

"Go away!" She said sternly, pushing him out of the way and ran into the garden, her hair now coming down.

(Y/N) finally made it to her destination, slumping under the large willow tree by the pond.

"Oh mother, I wish you were still here." She sobbed, burying her face into the side of the tree, tears suddenly running down her cheeks.

A small snore made her stop instantly.

She peered around the tree to see a man, dressed in black, his hair tied messily back into a ponytail, leaning against the other side of the tree.

"Get out." (Y/N) said firmly, poking his cheek.

The man opened his eyes slowly, soon fixing on her (E/C) colored eyes.

His eyes were startlingly purple and gold, and two red earrings sparkled in the sun coming through the tree branches.

"Hello little girl. I guess I've dosed off, yet again." He sighed, chuckling slightly as he sat up.

(Y/N) crossed her arms and asked him immediately.

"Who are you. And why are you here?"

She had expected him to tell her it was a mistake falling asleep here. 

That he was a suitor, that he wanted her hand in marriage...

Except he surprised her.

"I am Vincent Nightray. I came here because of the lovely flowers, except as always, I fell asleep. But I'm ever so lucky that I've woken up to see an angel." He said, smiling happily.

(Y/N) was taken aback at his answer, her cheeks turning pink.

"N-Nonsense. How did you get in?"

"Ah! A mystery to myself as well!" Vincent said, reaching forwards gently to fix her unkempt hair.

Her face grew redder.

Somehow, he had made her still, not wanting to move away his hands.

Vincent smiled again, yet.. there was an underlying darkness to his demenor, a dark side, waiting to come out and snatch the victim at hand.

"Well. I'd best be going." She said quickly, standing up.

"I should as well. Do you know a (F/N) (L/N)?"

"That's... my father." (Y/N) said sourly.

"Well, I have an important matter to discuss with him." He said, lifting her hand gently.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, my lady."

And with that, he walked to the door, stepping inside.

She stood there for a moment before realizing she's let a complete stranger in her house unguided.

(Y/N) ran to catch up, ending up out of breath when she found him at the side of her father.

"Well then young man, stay for dinner and we'll talk it over." He said, suddenly much more happier than he'd been the past few weeks.

"(Y/N), say hello to your new tutor."

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Vincent sat on the opposite side of the balcony.

The staff had set out a nice set of chairs and a table.

(Y/N) sat across from him, lazily flipping the pages of her book. 

Not really bothering to read it.

"(Y/N)-chan, please read slower. You're already halfway through it."

Her gaze snapped up to meet his, obviously getting angry at him.

Instead of responding to his sentence, she threw the book at his head, yelling "I didn't want a tutor! And especially not you!"

Vincent caught her hand, yanking her towards him, his look suddenly turning from happy to angry and a small sadistic looked crossed his face as he twisted her arm behind her back, pushing her into the cushion of the couch.

"Did you really think I was here to tutor you? " He said lowly, the scissors peeking out his pocket glinting in the sun.

"I came here for your hand in marriage. Heh, you probably don't remember the friend you used to have. The one who used to play with you. the one who ripped his stuffed bunnies apart with his scissors. The one who after killing the rest of his family, was forbidden to see you again."

Her eyes widened, as she fought his grip, grinding her teeth together in fury. 

"Your lying. I don't remember such a friend."

"Stop it. Your making me feel sad." He taunted, as he pulled out the scissors from his pocket.

"I'm sure you remember this pair of scissors. They were the ones who ripped apart the stuffed cat that your mother gave you for your forth birthday?"

Her eyes darted to the scissors before he looked back at him, scoffing.

"So. You were that psycho kid I used to play with? Well. I do remember him. Whispering mean little comments to me. Always teasing me and stealing small kisses? I never thought you'd be him."

"Well, It is a relief you remember.  Now doll, don't tell anyone about me, or I'll cut you like I did to your cat."

Vincent pressed the side of the scissors to her cheek, grinning widely.

"Soon no one will hear anything you have to say."

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                                           I will make you love me, no matter what.

Authors Note: I didn't like how that came out.

So I'm making a second one. 

Is that alright with everyone?