Hi there~!
Long time no post! Thought I'd revitalize this account by posting an anthology of Flash Fafiction that my muse allowsme to post. They will be of various popular anime titles. Can you guess them all? Anywho, this first Flash Fic was written at Ookii Sora Con and was picked as judges favorite. I hope you enjoy and feel free to R&R me!
-bh89
Bathed in the Blood Red Moonlight
By: Ro Kendall
OokiiSoraCon
June 22, 2018
8PM - Radisson Hotel Helena, MT
In the middle of the night, a pink full moon shown above the tips of the silhouetted trees. All nature was quiet, except for heavy sharping sound running through the forested woods. A young girl engulfed in the shadows with the only item that glistened in the night; a metallic hilt of a broken katana reflecting an ominous glow. Her breath was as rabid as a wild dog. She had just finished killing and drinking her preys sustenance. She was the hunter; they were the hunted.
She was the two faced façade. Happy go lucky, clumsy girl by day; prime instinct killer by night. She has been called by her clan blood sucker, demon, and heathen. She didn't care of the name calling, what she cared was saving humanity and herself in the process. It all started with a kind old archeologist that uncovered her succumbed in a tomb. He revitalized her to life and taught her the true meaning of life. When he died, she vowed then and there to be their heroine their savior and to treasure humanity like Pandora's Box.
She was not one of them for she never aged. Time kept passing by and she saw mankind switch in political values and morals. Many battles she fought in the name of mankind's freedom all to be in vain like a swinging pendulum. So many people she watched be born, live their lives, and die flash in her eyes. She treasured them all.
A loud high pitched squeal echoed in the night breaking her thoughts. So her Job was not done. The damn kairoptarin was still alive and lurking in the night. Cursing under her breath the vampire in the shape of a tiny teenage girl skirted through the forest and sniffed out her pray. Her sustenance; her blood. It wasn't cannibalism she was committing, she was committing Vampire-anism. She is a vampire, she is Saya Otanashi.