Bleed for Me: By Midnight Fright
Disclaimer: i don't own DBZ or any its components, nor do i own anything to do with Linkin Park
A/N: Just to let u know i'm writing from bulma's P.O.V most of the time ^_^
Let the story Begin!!!!
Chp. 1 - Introduction
The loud beat from the bar's large speakers lurred its drunken and semi- sober residents onto the marble dance floor. I stay behind like always, hidden in the shawdowed corners, not noticed most of the time. 2891 years since i had been bathed in the warm sunlight; 2891 years since i had eaten devine foods and enjoyed it; 2891 years i had enjoyed feasting off humanity; 2891 years i have been a vampire.
"Hey purrrty lady, why don't you join me outside and have some funnn", an oily man slurred as he stumbled forward.
His breath reeked of old beer and cigarette smoke. As much as I wanted to say no to ... it... I hadn't feasted for days now and my blood cravings increased exponentionaly.
Trying not to vomit i coughed, "Why not."
Leading me through the alley exit, he started to smooth out his greasy hair. He was obviously excited, otherwise he would've noticed that i started to glow red faintly and my 4 eye teeth started to lenghten. As soon as he turned around i muttered "Goodnight", and delivered a powerful blow to his face using a tad of my saiyan strength, knocking him out instantly. As soon as he hit the ground with a thud my sleek lavender tail pushed out above the rim of my tight black leather hip-huggers. After my tail lifted him up face level, i tilted his head to the side a latched my blood thirsty mouth on the base of his neck. Sinking my teeth deeply in his neck i eagerly sucked at least half of his salty blood, crimson streams flowing down the corners of my crimson lips.
After i finished my little feast i ripped his whole neck open and poured the rest of his oozing, thick blood into two black Powerade size bottles to last me over the next day until i could hunt again. Capselizing the 2 bottles, i threw the obviously dead body up into the air and vapourized the lifeless corpse into oblivion with a ki blast. Shooting off into the dark night, i didn't notice the shadowed figure watching my every move. With a swish of his cloak he disappeared into the black of the night.
Creeping quietly across the front lawn of C.C, i jumped up on the small ledge of my large window on the 3rd floor of the compound. Lodging the window open i crawled though my window and flopped onto my silk covered king sized bed. Slowly sitting up, i stretched my tense limbs, i had the sinking feeling that someone was watching my every move.
Slinking toward the bathroom, i deposited my two blood filled bottles in my personal fridge in the far corner of my room, adding it to the various others i had collected. As i leisurely made my way to the bathroom after; i slowly stripped off my 3/4 white, blood stained t-shirt and disintigrated it; destroying any proof of my true night time activities.
Once again the shadowed man that had been following me, was sitting hidden in a tree outside my window; his eyes widdened at my actions and what he was witnessing."....Bulma....", was all he said before he once again vanished.
Ripping off my satin bra, i picked up my crimson corset top made of silk with black silk trim, and tightly fastened it around my mid back; making my impressive bust push out more, leaving nothing to the imagination. Leaving my leather pants on, i moved on to 4 inch leather heels and tightly strapped them around my ankles. Finally fastening a spiked bracelet and spiked collar with FF engraved on it, i picked up my school bag and went back to my blood filled fridge.
Opening it, i decided to take the oldest two bottles i had; you see age makes blood take on a more unique, and satisfing taste. Slipping the two bottles in my backpack, i sauntered down the long, curved staircase. Unfortunatly my adoptive mother caught me while i was trying to sneak out to my car. "Bulma darling, aren't you going to eat anything before you go. When we found you in Transylvania you never ate anything, and you don't eat anything here either. You're going to die !!!!!". "Mom, i always catch something to eat before school, and about the death thing i think you're over-reacting a tad", i tried to sooth her sobbing but i suppose it was a fruitless attemp. Covering my ears i yelled,"Bye mom, be home late don't wait up". Slipping into the musty garage i rubbed my aching ears, " Damn saiyan hearing to hell". Grabbing my keys on a near by shelf, i used the automatic unlock and walked up to my black Mclaren.
Tossing my bag onto the passenger seat, i plopped down in the drivers spot and pushed the keys into the ignition. The garage door came to a slow hault, accompanied by a long, dull screech. Thankfully i had tinted windows to block out the harsh sun's rays that had just penetrated my car. Revving the engine, my car shot forward skidding down the black cement. My hugh stereo pumped out the loud beat of Linkin Park's song Crawling.
~ Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal.
Fear is how i fall,
Confusing what is real~
'Somehow this makes me really hungry', i stopped at a red light allowing me to quench my growing thirst.
~ There's something inside me,
thats pulls beneath the surface. Consuming, confusing.
This lack of self control, i feel is never ending~
Groping for one of the blood filled bottles, i tried to avoid collisions while i was diverting my attention to finding my oozing meal.
~ Controling, i can't seem, To find myself again.
My walls are closing in. I've felt this way before, so insecure~
"Ahhh, success !!", pulling out the bottle, i unscrewed the top and gulped down a 1/4 of the first bottle. Shoving the bottle back in to my bag i turned off the radio. 'I don't want to run out of blood before school starts..... i might have to bite someone then.' Pulling into a free parking space drowned in shade, i turned off my car. Pushing open the door, i threw my bag strap over my exposed shoulder. I noticed a group of about 5-6 people talking quite close to me. "Where the Hell is VEGETA", a girl about 18 years, with long black hair squealed. 'Vegeta? I haven't seen him in at least 10 years, but thats not that long compared to 2891 years of being together'. Ingoring the rest of that girls rants and raves, i strolled through the shawdows heading towards the main entrance.
Right as i walked by a large cluster of bushes, a hand popped out of the bushes and pulled me in. Spinning around to face my captor ready to give a tongue lashing, i suddenly found myself speachless,"Vegeta".
Disclaimer: i don't own DBZ or any its components, nor do i own anything to do with Linkin Park
A/N: Just to let u know i'm writing from bulma's P.O.V most of the time ^_^
Let the story Begin!!!!
Chp. 1 - Introduction
The loud beat from the bar's large speakers lurred its drunken and semi- sober residents onto the marble dance floor. I stay behind like always, hidden in the shawdowed corners, not noticed most of the time. 2891 years since i had been bathed in the warm sunlight; 2891 years since i had eaten devine foods and enjoyed it; 2891 years i had enjoyed feasting off humanity; 2891 years i have been a vampire.
"Hey purrrty lady, why don't you join me outside and have some funnn", an oily man slurred as he stumbled forward.
His breath reeked of old beer and cigarette smoke. As much as I wanted to say no to ... it... I hadn't feasted for days now and my blood cravings increased exponentionaly.
Trying not to vomit i coughed, "Why not."
Leading me through the alley exit, he started to smooth out his greasy hair. He was obviously excited, otherwise he would've noticed that i started to glow red faintly and my 4 eye teeth started to lenghten. As soon as he turned around i muttered "Goodnight", and delivered a powerful blow to his face using a tad of my saiyan strength, knocking him out instantly. As soon as he hit the ground with a thud my sleek lavender tail pushed out above the rim of my tight black leather hip-huggers. After my tail lifted him up face level, i tilted his head to the side a latched my blood thirsty mouth on the base of his neck. Sinking my teeth deeply in his neck i eagerly sucked at least half of his salty blood, crimson streams flowing down the corners of my crimson lips.
After i finished my little feast i ripped his whole neck open and poured the rest of his oozing, thick blood into two black Powerade size bottles to last me over the next day until i could hunt again. Capselizing the 2 bottles, i threw the obviously dead body up into the air and vapourized the lifeless corpse into oblivion with a ki blast. Shooting off into the dark night, i didn't notice the shadowed figure watching my every move. With a swish of his cloak he disappeared into the black of the night.
Creeping quietly across the front lawn of C.C, i jumped up on the small ledge of my large window on the 3rd floor of the compound. Lodging the window open i crawled though my window and flopped onto my silk covered king sized bed. Slowly sitting up, i stretched my tense limbs, i had the sinking feeling that someone was watching my every move.
Slinking toward the bathroom, i deposited my two blood filled bottles in my personal fridge in the far corner of my room, adding it to the various others i had collected. As i leisurely made my way to the bathroom after; i slowly stripped off my 3/4 white, blood stained t-shirt and disintigrated it; destroying any proof of my true night time activities.
Once again the shadowed man that had been following me, was sitting hidden in a tree outside my window; his eyes widdened at my actions and what he was witnessing."....Bulma....", was all he said before he once again vanished.
Ripping off my satin bra, i picked up my crimson corset top made of silk with black silk trim, and tightly fastened it around my mid back; making my impressive bust push out more, leaving nothing to the imagination. Leaving my leather pants on, i moved on to 4 inch leather heels and tightly strapped them around my ankles. Finally fastening a spiked bracelet and spiked collar with FF engraved on it, i picked up my school bag and went back to my blood filled fridge.
Opening it, i decided to take the oldest two bottles i had; you see age makes blood take on a more unique, and satisfing taste. Slipping the two bottles in my backpack, i sauntered down the long, curved staircase. Unfortunatly my adoptive mother caught me while i was trying to sneak out to my car. "Bulma darling, aren't you going to eat anything before you go. When we found you in Transylvania you never ate anything, and you don't eat anything here either. You're going to die !!!!!". "Mom, i always catch something to eat before school, and about the death thing i think you're over-reacting a tad", i tried to sooth her sobbing but i suppose it was a fruitless attemp. Covering my ears i yelled,"Bye mom, be home late don't wait up". Slipping into the musty garage i rubbed my aching ears, " Damn saiyan hearing to hell". Grabbing my keys on a near by shelf, i used the automatic unlock and walked up to my black Mclaren.
Tossing my bag onto the passenger seat, i plopped down in the drivers spot and pushed the keys into the ignition. The garage door came to a slow hault, accompanied by a long, dull screech. Thankfully i had tinted windows to block out the harsh sun's rays that had just penetrated my car. Revving the engine, my car shot forward skidding down the black cement. My hugh stereo pumped out the loud beat of Linkin Park's song Crawling.
~ Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal.
Fear is how i fall,
Confusing what is real~
'Somehow this makes me really hungry', i stopped at a red light allowing me to quench my growing thirst.
~ There's something inside me,
thats pulls beneath the surface. Consuming, confusing.
This lack of self control, i feel is never ending~
Groping for one of the blood filled bottles, i tried to avoid collisions while i was diverting my attention to finding my oozing meal.
~ Controling, i can't seem, To find myself again.
My walls are closing in. I've felt this way before, so insecure~
"Ahhh, success !!", pulling out the bottle, i unscrewed the top and gulped down a 1/4 of the first bottle. Shoving the bottle back in to my bag i turned off the radio. 'I don't want to run out of blood before school starts..... i might have to bite someone then.' Pulling into a free parking space drowned in shade, i turned off my car. Pushing open the door, i threw my bag strap over my exposed shoulder. I noticed a group of about 5-6 people talking quite close to me. "Where the Hell is VEGETA", a girl about 18 years, with long black hair squealed. 'Vegeta? I haven't seen him in at least 10 years, but thats not that long compared to 2891 years of being together'. Ingoring the rest of that girls rants and raves, i strolled through the shawdows heading towards the main entrance.
Right as i walked by a large cluster of bushes, a hand popped out of the bushes and pulled me in. Spinning around to face my captor ready to give a tongue lashing, i suddenly found myself speachless,"Vegeta".