Saya opened her eyes.
At first, the eyes were unseeing, uncomprehending, perceiving nothing in the swirling world around them. Thirty years of darkness had rusted their function, made them glass over and diminish in the ages of dreaming. She laid her frail head on the cold floor of the crypt, feeling in the ground the drumming of the rain, hearing the trickle of water through a sliver of the outside. Her glassy eyes looked up again, opened wide between ribbons of wild raven hair. But they still saw nothing comprehensible, nothing more than a light like a white fog in a sea of darkness.
Saya's hand stretched, pulling her arm weakly with it as it reached to the light and the whispering sound of the rain. The hand lifted just slightly, struggling to keep in the air but failing as weakness pulled it to earth again. She was hungry.
She exhaled and moaned as a burst of determination drew her toward the misty light. Her long fingernails clawed into hard stone and screeched as they strained to carry her weight forward. But her fingers, too, gave in, having only moved her a few inches. She was hungry.
Saya's eyes were slowly focusing now, seeing the light sharpen and clarify to form coherent images. The outline of a door was against the silvery light, the door that kept her within this hollow room as she slept and dreamt immeasurably of vivid places, of sounds, of smells and breaths taken in from mythical faraway air. But now the dreamy places dissolved as she lay motionless on the ground, a sprawling mess of hair and marble white flesh with not even the strength to carry forward.
Although the room was silent as the rain drowned away all sound, a song rung in her ears from the time of her sleep. Flowing, reverberating pitches danced in her ears, carrying a recognizable melody to her brain. The lachrymose voice of the cello rung in her mind, calling her in a wordless sound, driving her forward. One last push of strength let her arms strike the great door and it slowly creaked open on ancient hinges. The grey light swirled about her vision, and the fresh dewy air took her senses by surprise. She lay now on a broken floor of stone, surrounded by weeds and her hair growing slick with rain. Her arms yearned to reach out, to go on, but her body was again too weak and the cry of the cello no longer called her name forward. The sound, however, was still there, a song in her soul's depths from a dream thirty years past.
Saya wanted to think, wanted to understand the thoughts coursing through her brain. Her mind was instead a white canvas, empty of thought or memory, its colors masked beneath by a gauzy film of sleep. And she was hungry.
Her body, a frame white as snow contrasting with a river of wet black hair, lay still there for innumerable minutes as the rain continued to fall. It remained motionless, a beautiful and freshly dead corpse, until a stray dog scampered onto the stone. The animal was frail, injured by the slashes of a beast's great claws, and limping badly. It approached the woman's thin body in curiosity and brushed its wet nose against the line of her hair.
A white arm flashed out and seized the dog's neck in one swift motion. The weakened animal cried out as the woman slammed it into the cracked stone and ended its life. The woman drew the dog's body closer to her and hid its marred body beneath waves of hair. Two white fangs glittered between parted red lips, eager to taste their first meal in uncountable days.
She was hungry.
And that ends chapter 1 of my first fanficion! Since I'm new to the site (and writing in this style; I'm used to creating fully original work), I'd greatly appreciate any comments/questions/compliments/critiques/opinions I can get from some of the amazing writers on this site. More than anything, I hope you like it! This has been an extremely fun project to work on and has a lot of thought and effort put into it. As I progressively tack on more chapters, I'd love to hear some of your opinions - nothing would be a greater help and inspiration to me! :)
PS: I don't own any of the beautifully-written characters from Blood+; they are the belongings of their creators. There will be some monster-slashing gore and occasional swearing, but it's really not anything more than what you'd see in the anime.