My world has always been black. For as long as I could remember it was always a dark and scary place and it never got better. After the war between King Alucard and King Yasu I had no one left. Both my parents died during the fight. I was just a baby then... And that's were things got worse. Half of the Chanture population fell, half of the Xolt population disappeared, humans ruled the planet and vampires were in hiding.
I lived in an orphanage for the longest time. I knew that place like it was the back of my hand. I remember that my room was thirty steps away from the stairs, that my roommate's bed was ten steps away from mine. The window was two steps to the left from my bed and that I would just stand by it and listen to the sounds of the town.
I remember when *they* came for me. I remember the sounds of three people walking up the old stairs. I remember the door creaking as they pushed it open. I remember the smell of the smoke that woman carried. I remember their rough mean hands inspecting me. I remember their cold malicious voices *grading *me.
"He's got fluffy hair," the man said, "An' it's white."
"Well, he's different from all the other Chantures we've seen around. And he's got amber eyes, looks like a real cat now don't he?" The female said.
"He's very smart, and his name is Jing. Jing, tell them how old you are." The caretaker said. He was a nice old man who truly cared about the children he took in.
"I'm 15," I said. I smiled and tried my hardest to look pleased.
"He's actin' like a real cat. Look at them ears; they're twitchin' to the sounds, Ma'am." I really didn't like the man's voice, he sounded uneducated and boorish. Like the only things he knew how to do was drink and fight.
"Yes yes, dear, I see that. Hmm," she trailed off. "He's tall; he appears to be strong, good looking...Boy, how graceful are you?" I took a sharp breath. I was blind, how graceful could I be if I couldn't see?
"Um...I don't really know, ma'am." I wrung my hands together.
"Well then show me!" She barked. I jumped and started to walk. Ten steps ...one...two...three...four...five...six...stumbled...
I tripped over her foot. I wasn't sure if it was there before hand or if she put it there but I tripped and fell flat on my face.
"What's wrong with you?" She yelled, "Can't you see my foot is there?"
I fought back the urge to cry and shook my head.
"No, Ma'am, I can't see..."
For the first time in my life I was glad I couldn't see because I knew that if I could I would have seen the two most wretched faces in Arcaina. Next thing I knew I was back at their tavern, but of course it couldn't have been any normal tavern...
*
Because I couldn't walk properly without studying the layout of the tavern I was told to sit in one place and greet customers. I was also told that I was too young to serve but just old enough to learn. So, for twelve hours a day I would sit on a silk cushion and greet who ever walked past me.
"Welcome to Flowers & Dance! I hope you enjoy your stay." Generally I said that about three times every hour. For the rest of the time I sat there day dreaming about what it looked like inside the tavern. It was probably smoky, with a few candles here and there. I knew there was a stage somewhere in the back where group Dancers went. Orgies weren't unheard of but they weren't very popular and so they cost extra.
Occasionally one of the female Dancers would stop by and give me something to drink or eat.
Sometimes they would brush my hair or decorate it, and they would even sometimes give me a back rub. All the while they would talk to me and tell me how they're day was going. If a customer came by we would both say the greeting. Sometimes the patron would want the Dancer and sometimes he'd ask for another but it was during those times I felt the calmest. The Dancers were becoming my friends.
At the end of each night a Dancer would help me up the stairs to my room, which I shared with three other male Dancers, and I would eat my supper. If I was lucky one of my roommates were gone, still with a patron. It was hard enough sitting all day, but then I would have to sleep so that I wasn't tired the next day. It was hard to sleep, though, when people are crying. I didn't understand why they were crying, and I never asked because at the time everything seemed okay to me. There was nothing wrong, I was treated with care and my job was easy. I just thought that they were being weak.
*
By the time I turned eighteen I had learnt how to play an enormous variety of instruments, and I could sing perfectly. This allowed me to do more than just sit by the door and greet people. I could make music! I really enjoyed that and I had a ton of patrons who liked it as well. After each song I got applause and cat calls. It made me feel special and proud.
One day a Dancer named Lily pulled me out of my room and into the dressing room. It smelt clean in there and I took a deep breath. She laughed as said that all the Dancers did that because it was so fresh and clean. Lily had been one of the Dancers who always made time in her day to talk with me. We became close. I really appreciated her time with me.
Lily helped me into new clothes, it felt really revealing. It felt like an oversized robe with a thick belt that covered half of my body. The sleeves of the robe kept falling off my shoulders and Lily said that it was supposed to do that. When I told her I didn't like it she said that she didn't either but it had to be worn like that.
My hair had grown past my shoulders and Lily started to braid it. Because I was working in the tavern as a Dancer I still had to grow my hair out. It was taboo for a Dancer to cut their hair. She twisted it and pinned it to the top of my head with a decorative hair clip. I could tell because my head was heavy.
"Jing," she said, her voice was soft. "Tonight you'll be singing again but this time it will be different, okay?"
"How will it be different?" I asked. I closed my eyes as she put some makeup on me. I didn't really know or care what kind.
"Tonight, if a patron wants to bed you Ma'am will let him." I stopped breathing. She patted my shoulder and rubbed my back. "I know, Jing, I know."
"...Lily," I could barely speak. My throat was dry and I couldn't breathe. "I'm a virgin."
"I know Jing," she whispered. She was crying and her voice was quivering. "I know and that's why I get to stay with you. You're first patron will have to pay extra and he'll have to tolerate my presence in the room. I'll be your guide tonight, okay? You'll just have to trust me. While you're singing tonight I'll be by your side dancing. It'll just be you and me, okay sweetie?"
I nodded because there was nothing left to say. I couldn't say no, I was afraid to say no.
After Lily finished dressing me she finished dressing herself. We walked side by side to the stage that I used to feel so comfortable singing on. I took a deep breath, plucked the strings on the instrument, and let loose.
My song was more sad than usual, but the crowed ate it. They loved it, and they loved Lily. I could hear the jingle of her beads, and the ringing of the bells in her hair. I knew she was a wonderful dancer, and I knew that together we made an unforgettable pair.