This is a story I wrote in the span of a week for LiveJournal's Sci-Fi Big Bang community. The lovely Sanadafaye drew a fanart for me, too! It's up on the LJ post for this fic, so if you want to see, let me know and I'll send you a link. It's really cool, especially since she didn't know P3 O.o

Also, this fic is rated M for language, sex, and bloddy vampire goodness. Enjoy.

SMT: Persona 3 and all characters and locations are copyright of Atlus. I'm just a pathetic fangirl.

Our Story
Chapter 1

This isn't my story. Nor is it his. It's our story. Our story of things beyond human comprehension. Our story of vampires and angels. Will you listen?

Hamuko

"Heeey! Yukari-chan! Minato-kun!" I call, balancing on the edge of a cloud and waving my arms. Yukari-chan wasn't ever the best flyer and, honestly, big brother Minato-kun's just lazy. He's my older brother by about thirty years, but he's still really lazy. But don't let that fool you. When he gets into a spar, he's crazy. It'd take a demon to hold him down.

Yukari-chan, on the other hand, makes up for her flying ability with her prowess with her bow. No one has been able to beat her timings in centuries. I know I'm not exactly the oldest angel, but her skill impresses some of the elders, too.

Today, we were on our way to Seiya, the quiet mountains. Our teacher, one of the elders, lives there. And, quite frankly, my brother and Yukari-chan were being really slow. Yeesh. I stand on my tiptoes and call, "Hurry up! We're gonna be late for Master's lesson!"

Minato-kun scoffs and docks his wings, drifting to a smooth arch. "Settle down, Hamuko, before you fall off and I have to save you. Again."

"Hey!" I shout, pressing my hands to my hips. "That hasn't happened since I was a little cherub!"

He smirks as he flies up in my face. "You still are one, Hammie-chan."

I reach out to grab his shoulders and shove down, pushing him out of my face. "I am not!"

He laughs and glides, spinning around Yukari-chan as she stays in a straight glide over. "If you're childish enough to resort to violence, then I suppose you are."

I glare and turn, marching off towards Master's home again. I don't need to take this from him. He's only my half-brother, anyway. He's a smartass and gets on my nerves so easily. I just wanna snap his wings! Urgh!

Anyway, a few bouts of flight later and another few more minutes of walking, we wind up at the cloudy cave of our master. Though we've been his students for years now, we've never actually seen him. You see, long before the three of us were born, he lived and died. They say that he was one of the few combatants to survive the Thousand-Year War. Of course, there are those, like Minato-kun, who don't believe the war ever happened. While I admit, it is hard to believe that there's a world beneath ours, it's still more fun to imagine there is one.

Our master had so much power in life, they say he managed to manifest inside a medallion when he died. He has two assistants who wear the medallion so he can teach us through them. It's really kind of cool.

Anyway, back to the war. There are others who were born at that time, but no one will talk about it. Our master is the only one who says anything, but everything he says is more like a story you'd tell a child than a memory of a war. I still like to imagine that I was around at that time, giving my all to fight in the name of the elders and to protect our future. I mean, wouldn't that be cool?

I know that makes me sound like a little cherub again, but, hey, who doesn't dream of living in fantasy now and then?

Master steps out of his cave, wearing the flesh of one of his sibling assistants, Elizabeth. She's the older of the two, but he says there's a sister older than her as well. He says she moved to the lower world long ago. I don't if that means she's dead or if she really does live below. I shrug to my thoughts and bow to my master, only knowing it's him by the golden medallion around Elizabeth's neck.

Minato-kun also bows and says, "Good morning, Master Igor."

The shell nods and settles down to sit on her legs, motioning with her hands for us to sit as well. A smile crosses her face and her voice speaks my master's words, "Good day, cherubs. What brings you to Seiya this evening?"

Yukari-chan fumbles with the tips of her wings before saying, "We thought you wanted to meet for training every sunset until your rest days?"

He taps his host's nose in thought for a moment while musing, "Did I say so? Hm, I don't recall." He resumes facing us and says, "Well, then, in my absence of thought, I haven't a lesson prepared today. Perhaps I should tell a story instead?"

All three of us nod, myself more eagerly than the other two and he asks, "Very well, then. Which story would you like to hear?"

I shout before either of the other two can say anything, "Tell us about the vampires!"

Shinjiro

I throw another corpse to the side and shout, "How the hell are we supposed to live on this shit, Aki?"

My friend and near-brother sighs, holding a human across his lap while drinking from its neck. "I know this blood isn't the best, but we can't be wasting humans."

"Why the hell not? It's not like they can stop us."

A female voice sounds as the third and final humanoid member of our group walks forward, dragging a body with her easily. "Shinjiro, you know as well as we do why."

I cross my arms and snort in distaste. "I'd rather starve then eat this shit."

Akihiko Sanada and Mitsuru Kirijo exchange a glance before glaring at me. "We'll see to it that doesn't happen," Mitsy says. "We all know you're an ass when fully fed. You're hell incarnate when you're hungry."

Aki nods and stands, wiping the blood off his chin. "We'll force it down your throat if we have to."

A bark sounds out and I look to the fourth member of our team, a white shiba-inu named Koromaru. I narrow my eyes at the dog and ask, "You, too?" He gives a yip of confirmation and I glare, crossing my arms. "You three are assholes."

The vampires shrug and Mitsy grabs the human in front of her, biting into its neck with her fangs before dragging it over to me and thrusting it towards me. Geez. Do I get no respect? I grab the thing by its collar and grumble, "Fine. I'll eat it. I hope yer happy."

It smells horrible, but I told 'em I would… I take a deep breath so I don't have to smell it as much and lick at the blood. I… I guess it's not that bad… It could be worse. I pull it closer and clench my own fangs into its neck before draining it. I suck every last drop from it before throwing it aside and licking my lips. "Happy?"

Aki, Mitsy, and Koro all nod and I narrow my eyes under my hat. "Good. 'Cause that's the last time I drink that shit."

Mitsy sighs. "Of course it is, Shinjiro."

Aki looks up at the sky before saying, "We should probably move. Humans will be about soon."

"Yeah, yeah…" I shove my hands into my coat pockets and sigh. Damn motherfuckin' shit-pixies. They get to live all happy and pretty while we're scavenging for food. I swear, if I ever get my hands on one of 'em, I'll beat the shit out 'em so hard they'll never be able to fly again.

Aki sets his hand on my shoulder and says, "Forget it, Shinji. Whatever revenge we could've had is pointless now."

I raise an eyebrow at him without turning my head too much. "You serious? What the hell hit you on the head? Look at us, Aki! There're three of us left! We used to be as plentiful as these things!" I kick a dead human for good measure. "We used to be plentiful enough to have clans! Now these marks don't mean shit!"

Once upon a time, our kind were divided by clan based on their strength level. First Clans were the most powerful, having the ability to summon Ragnarok. Thirteenth Clans were the lowest on the food chain. Nine is on the lower side but still. It doesn't matter at this point.

Aki's hand strays towards the deep blue 'IX' above his right elbow and nods. "I know. I know almost all of us are gone. But it's for them that we have to survive and rebuild our numbers."

"Is it just me, or do you realize that Mitsy's the only female left?"

"Don't call me that!" she barks while Aki shrugs. "I won't complain. Mitsuru's pretty far from plain, Shinji, and, well, look on the bright side. At least there is a female left. We'd all be screwed over if Mitsuru was gone, too."

She walks over and sets her hand on my other shoulder and doesn't look at me. "As disgusting as you are, Shinjiro, I'll do what I have to for our kind."

"Look," I shove them both off and walk away, turning on my heel and walk backwards to say, "If you like each other so much, just fuck each other and leave me out of the equation."

Aki shrugs and sets his hand on Mitsuru's elbow, as if guiding her away. "You heard him."

Mitsy crunches her heel down and Aki's foot and snarls, "Just because Shinjiro says no doesn't make you the default, Nine."

"Fine." He glares. "So you're a three and I'm a nine. Does it really matter at this point? We all know there aren't any others of us left."

She turns and marches off, walking right past me and I can't help but laugh as I follow. "Access. Denied."

Hamuko

"But, then, when it seemed as though Hajime was going to lose, his brother, Yuji, appeared and quelled the vampire leader. It was a brave victory, but it came at a price. That leader, the princess Mikiko, was to be sealed within a human girl. She wasn't to be killed, or the demoness would be released. It was a tragic fate for that girl, but Yuji would have nothing of it. He took that girl and, without his elder brother's knowing, placed her in safe-keeping to be raised in peace."

I listen with starry eyes, always winding up absorbed in Master's stories. Minato-kun leans back and yawns, quickly covering it in Master's presence and asks, "Master?"

He looks at Minato-kun and says, "I know what you will ask and, as I have said before, whether these tales are true or fiction is for you to decide."

I grin and jump up, running over to throw my arms around Master's host's neck in a hug. "Thank you so much, Master! I love these stories so much!"

He nods with a small smile. "At least one of today's youth can enjoy an old man's rambles."

Yukari-chan looks up while biting her lip. "I… I like them, Master."

He raises a hand to stop her. "Please, Yukari-chan. No need to be modest. I'll reserve the tales of vampires for when you are not present. The fear was evident in your eyes."

She jumps to her feet. "I-I'm not scared! The… The stories are just…"

I pump my fist in the air and shout, "Super realistic!"

"Y-yeah… That."

I grin and turn back to Master and bow. "Excuse me! I have to hurry back to prepare supper!" He waves me off and I turn, getting a running start before spreading my wings and taking off back towards my home.

The story of Hajime and Yuji, brother angels, and their triumphant battle against the demonic vampires rings through my head, feeding my fantasies of battle and heroes even more than before.

"Kazushi Miyamoto! Get back here!"

I glance over my shoulder to find the numbskulled angel flying towards me with a grin. Ugh. Just what I needed. His friend and sidekick, Yuko Nishiwaki, is flying after him in annoyance. Kazushi's always been a moron. He never seems to get it through his head that everything he does isn't necessarily fun. He flies up above me and grins. "Heya, Hamuko! Wassup?"

I roll my eyes and keep flying. "Nothing you need to know about."

He keeps that stupid smile up and starts toying with my ponytail. I reach back to swat his hand away and my right wing smacks into him and I slip. Oh, crap. I just need to flap, and I'll be fine. But, of course, Kazushi did the stupidest thing possible.

He grabbed my wing.

I mean, seriously? I didn't think people were that stupid. I reach out to shove him off, but between the gravity of my fall and his grip, I hear a snap, a pop, and then complete pain shoots up through my wing. Oh, shit. I... I think my wing just broke…

Kazushi lets go and I start to fall, flailing to catch hold of anything. He dives down to catch me and, by now, Yuko's caught up and dives down with me. They both reach out to catch my hands, but they're not fast enough. I'm falling! "Catch me!" I squeal. I've never fallen like this before and I've never had a broken wing before. This combination is really making me panic.

Before I know it, those two are just white specks above me and I'm falling, falling… The clouds seem so far away. I'm going to die. I'm going to fall and go splat and die.

Shinjiro

I walk along the streets with Aki and Mitsy, while Koro runs ahead. My hands are linked behind my head and a song I heard once is thrumming in my memory. It's not abnormal for our kind to remember something in such detail when only hearing it once. We are superior to humans in every way. But, of course, the shit-kicking angels killed all of our people and then moved all the humans from their world down here so it wouldn't deteriorate. Now we have to live in shame while humans roam our precious world.

Well, shit. Can you blame me for hating them so fucking much?

A small whistle catches in my ear and I turn to the noise, Aki and Mitsy following suit. What the hell? It's something… falling. I turn off the sidewalk and leap for the roof of the nearest building, chasing after the sound. Mitsy starts to give chase and calls out, "Shinjiro! Get back here!"

I flip her the bird over my shoulder and keep running. I land in an alleyway and look around for whatever fell, but there's nothing here. A crash sounds behind me and I turn to see a small girl crashed in a pile of old wood. Heh. Poor thing. Oh, well. I was getting hungry. I walk over to her and lean over her. Damn, she's cute. Hm. I cup her chin and turn her head either way. She's not spoiled too much from her fall.

Wait…

On the ground…

I bend down and pick up the offending object and glare. The sparkling white feather turns black to my touch and disappears into the faint night wind. She's… an angel? A slow grin comes to my face. This'll be fun. A little revenge in a small dose can't hurt anyone. Assuming she's still alive. Her wings must've retracted during her fall. I hear Aki's and Mitsy's footsteps coming up behind me, so I pull my coat off and wrap it around her to hide her heavenly clothes from them. She'll stay my secret for now.

I pick her up and turn around, walking straight past the other two without a word. Aki sets his hand on my shoulder and clears his throat, expecting an explanation. I sigh. "She fell and she smells good. I want to make sure she doesn't spoil. Is that so wrong?"

Mitsy closes her eyes and groans in distaste, holding Koromaru while he stretches out to sniff my snack. "Shinjiro… You know we'll help you take care of her, but you also know we won't let you eat her."

I shift to hold her in one arm and take hold of her face again. "Well, she is kinda cute. Maybe I'll let her live."

Aki walks after me, concern in his voice. "Shinji…"

Hamuko

Uhh… Where am I…? It's so dark… Why is it so dark? That's right… I fell… But… Where am I? Is this… death? Or… Or is this…?

I jump to a sitting position and squeal in delight. This has to be the vampire world! I must've fallen from home to the lower world! Yeesss!

"Easy, there."

I turn in surprise. "Who's there?"

From the place that I assume is a doorway in this world comes a tall figure—a man. But… Is he a vampire? A human? What? He's wearing dark pants and a dark sleeveless shirt. Around his neck is a cross with an onyx gem embedded in the center. He has to be a vampire! He walks over and pulls up a chair to sit next to the bed I'm on.

Without really thinking, I reach out, slowly touching my fingers to his cross. He doesn't move to stop me and says, plainly and bluntly, "You know what I am."

I look up, my eyes meeting with his, and whisper, "Vampire."

He nods and settles his hand in my hair, shifting it back and forth affectionately. "Good girl." He stands, taking a few steps and slips his hands in his pants pockets. "Now… Do you know what vampires and your kind do to each other?"

I blink and look up at him, clutching the blanket on top of me to my chest. "U-um… I… I don't… My brother doesn't even think you're real. But I believed the stories."

"Stories, eh?" He pulls a small box from his pocket and removes a small wooden stick from inside to chew on, baring his fangs briefly. "Is that all my once-mighty race has been reduced to in your kind?"

I blink. "I… I only know the tales… I don't know what happened between our kinds for sure…"

He turns sharply, anger in his eyes. "Do you know what your goddamned shit-pixies did to my kind? Do you?"

"Um…" I look down at the blanket, only now realizing it's a maroon jacket. "I… I know two of my deceased elders defeated your princess…"

"Princess, huh? Is that all your elders told you?"

"W-well…" I pause. This guy is really starting to scare me. "I know our kinds were at war for a thousand years…"

"And do you know what ended that conflict?"

"N-no…"

He comes closer, resting one hand on the opposite side of the bed of me to lean in front of me, his face really, really close to mine. "What do you think would have to happen to end a war so grand that it would last a thousand years?"

"Um…" I wrack my brain, trying to remember what ended the war. I honestly can't remember, so I venture a guess. "A… A peace treaty?"

Then he laughs. A loud, outright, belly laugh. I cringe as he touches a hand to his head and leans over, trying to calm himself. Then he turns sharply to me, all laughter gone and an angry glare in its place. "Want to try another guess?"

My body is shaking now and I slowly shake my head. He leans closer again, his lips almost ghosting over mine before he shifts and whispers in my ear. "Try genocide."

I jump back. "What?" But… But…

He leans back again and holds up his little, ring, and middle fingers together. "Three. Three vampires. That's all that's left. In the last six hundred years, three vampires are all that remain."

I gasp. "No…! But… The elders wouldn't…!"

"Let me guess…" He walks away a few steps before turning to look at me over his shoulder. "Almost all of your 'elders' from the war are gone, right?"

I nod slowly.

"Even though six hundred years in nothing to vampires and angels, right?"

I nod again.

"Ever wonder why?"

I shake my head.

"Because the last of your 'elders' used their power to combine and destroy this world. All that was left was a desolate wasteland. They didn't know that any of us survived, so they moved the humans from their world down here to populate my precious home. They didn't even want to bother cleaning up their own mess. We've lived the last six hundred years in silence, blending with humans to stay alive."

I blink in silence. That… That can't be! Angels are a peaceful race! There's no way my ancestors would… He sighs and opens a cabinet on the side and pulls out some fabric before tossing it to me. "Put that on. I promise you, while you're here in my world, I'll make you pay for every one of my brethren that your ancestors killed."

I gulp and reach for the clothes. I guess my silver garb isn't commonplace here… He keeps watching and I sit in silence, waiting for him to look away. He keeps watching and I squirm a little. His voice grumbles, "Well?"

"U-um… Won't you… Won't you turn around?"

"Like hell. There's no way I'm turning my back on you for a second." He takes a step closer and rests one hand on his hip. "But, if you'd rather, I could undress, too, and we could make a night of it."

I feel my face flush bright red and I squirm down under the jacket and pull at the laces to my outfit. He reaches out and grabs the coat, throwing it to the chair on the side and leans closer. "Change. Now."

Tears rush to my eyes and I slowly turn away from him, pulling my outfit off the rest of the way and reach for the clothes he gave me. It looks like… a black-colored top and a short, bright blue skirt. I pull them on and then scuttle to the corner of the bed, curling up to try to hide my face.

He walks over and grabs the coat before pulling it on and slipping his hands in the pockets. I feel a soft thump against my arm and look to find a bracelet with a black gem embedded on it. Without being told, I slowly slip it on. My wrist starts to burn where the gem touches my skin and I reach to pull it off, but it won't budge. He sits on the bed next to me and rubs his hand down my back, whispering, "It'll sting like hell at first, but you'll adjust. It's designed to seal your powers."

The tears finally leak out and I try to ignore the pain and just curl up. With any luck, this is all just a very, very bad dream.

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-Valk