Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Princess Miyu. But I do own my characters that I have added to it.
Gray clouds rolled in from the east and thunder boomed in the distance.
A thunderstorm was coming. People on the streets hurried to get home from work and hoped not to get caught in the on coming storm.
A young woman, around the age of eighteen, looked up at the dark, threatening clouds. Her hair was cut neatly at the shoulders that fell on her black Metalica shirt. She brushed the dust off of her dark blue jeans and continued to sweep the trash off of the steps to the back door of the bar she worked at.
"'ey shela!" the bartender, and owner of the bar, called to her. "Look at the size of those blooming clouds! This's gonna be a mighty big storm eh? You better get yerself home before all hell breaks loose."
She looked up at him and cocked her head to the side. She was supposed to be working tonight.
"Go on now, shela," he said. "You've been working every blooming day since you first applied here for work six months ago! It won't matter a mite if you take just one night off, will it? It's not like I'm going to fire ya' for just one night!"
She set the broom aside and bowed her head. "Thank you sir," she said politely.
"Don't fret your pretty little head over it, Ranka-san."
Ranka smiled. She liked Frank. He was sweet, kind, and the only person at the club who didn't treat her like a piece of meat.
She waved good-bye and walked down the deserted alleyway.
Her home wasn't far from the club, but it wasn't exactly in the greatest part of town.
She walked past old run down buildings, falling apart after years of neglect and deterioration.
The street she was walking on had also been neglected along with the buildings. Long cracks ran down the middle of the street where up turned pieces of cement lay scattered across it.
She kicked a rock with her worn black cowboy boots. It slid down the street and scattered in to smaller pieces.
She kept walking until she came to an old run down shanty house. She opened the rusted gate that led down a cracked pathway to her home.
It wasn't much, but luckily she wasn't a picky person. Considering what she was, she only needed the essentials to survive, so it didn't matter.
She opened the old, wooden door and walked inside. It was dark and cool, but dry and without a rat or cockroach problem. 'Thank gods,' she thought.
"I'm home," she whispered as she flicked on a nearby switch, turning on a single light bulb in the middle of the room. It illuminated a small cradle with a moth eaten blue blanket resting on top of it.
Ranka walked over to the cradle and knelt down beside it. She pulled back the blanket revealing a small baby boy wrapped tightly in a white cotton cloth.
"Did you miss me?" she asked it pressing her warm lips against it's cold, pale skin. The baby didn't move or flinch. It just lay there in the cradle, unmoving.
Ranka sighed. Who was she trying to fool? Her baby was dead! She had to get over that and move on . . . but she couldn't. She knew she had to but she couldn't do it.
Tears were beginning to cloud her vision. Her baby boy was dead! The only thing in her life she had left to live for was gone!
A sob escaped her lips and she quickly covered the body with the blanket.
She had to bury it. Bury the body and the memories it held, but she couldn't do it. She wanted to keep it with her forever.
The light bulb flickered then without warning blew out, leaving Ranka in the dark room with the corpse of her baby. Her darling child whom she'd never hold alive in her arms again. Life wasn't fair.
She sat there in the dark room, unmoving, that's when she sensed it.
The strong, unsettling feeling of evil and the powers of the demonic. The powers of . . . . . Shinma.
And they weren't just Japanese strays that were easily dealt with. Not at all. She sensed the energies of two powerful Western Shinmas.
She considered going after them. She hated the fact that Western Shinmas were running around Japan freely, but she stopped herself from getting up.
She was no longer who she was before.
Besides, it wasn't her job to return stray Shinmas to the darkness. That was Miyu's job.
She waited, but she didn't sense Miyu going after the Westerners. In fact, she didn't sense Miyu at all.
Worried, Ranka got up and walked to the door. Thunder boomed and lightning clashed as she opened the door and stepped outside.
She tried again to search for the energy of Miyu's flame but found nothing but the energies of the two Western Shinmas.
It was impossible. They couldn't have defeated her that quickly!
'Maybe my powers have weakened during the time I have spent here in the human world.' Ranka considered it a possibility but quickly threw out the thought. If she could sense the Westerners then she should be able to sense Miyu. So where was she?
If there was a problem then Ichiro should be out there helping, but she didn't sense him either.
"They're close by," she mumbled to herself. "Might as well see what's going on since there is nothing better to do."
She left her falling-apart home and followed the energies of the two Western Shinmas, which led her to a make shift trail running through an old forest. By now the dark clouds had already released their fury on to the earth. She followed the muddy trail while becoming drenched in the process.
'It just doesn't make sense,' Ranka thought wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. 'Why would the Westerners be running around this forest? There's nothing here.'
Suddenly, two dark figures emerged from the bushes in front of her. They can at her running and before Ranka could do anything they ran right past her. They didn't even try to attack her.
"What spooked them?" Ranka asked herself.
She walked further down the path and past the bushes where the Shinmas had emerge from.
Suddenly, she heard someone crying. She recognized the cry. It was that of a baby's. She broke in to a run down the path and emerged from the forest in to an open field.
A small, cottage, brightly lit on the inside, stood in front of her. A woman stood outside cradling a baby in her arms. It's had stopped crying now but Ranka got the feeling that something was still wrong.
"Who's there?" the woman called out in to the darkness. Ranka knew that the question was aimed at her. She stepped forward in to the light shining from the cottage's open door. She had nothing to hide and there was a chance that this woman might need her help.
"Ranka?" the woman whispered.
Ranka just stood there and nodded her response. How did this woman know her?
The woman took a step forward and joined her in the light. Ranka gasped. "Miyu! Is that you?"
Miyu nodded.
Ranka shook her head. Miyu looked awful. Her hair was a tangled mess plastered all over her face. Blood dripped from a long, thin cut just below her eye. Her kimono was torn and blood flowed down her legs creating a puddle on the ground.
"Miyu, what happened to you?" Ranka asked.
Miyu began to tremble. "Don't let them take my baby."
"Your baby?" Ranka asked. "It's your baby?!"
Miyu nodded holding the baby closer to her breasts.
"Is your baby what the Westerners were after?"
Miyu nodded again.
"Come on. You need to get inside out of the rain," Ranka said reaching for Miyu's arm.
Miyu stood still, unmoving.
"Please Miyu. Your baby will die if you stay out here any longer." Ranka begged.
Miyu walked slowly in to the cottage that Ranka assumed was hers.
A fire burned brightly in the fireplace at the end of the room. The bed was located against the wall in front of it. The sheets were wrinkled and soaked with blood.
Ranka removed the sheets and sat Miyu down on the bed with her sleeping baby on her lap.
"I didn't know you were expecting a baby," Ranka said softly.
Miyu nodded.
"Maybe you should lie down and rest. After all, you just gave birth to a healthy baby . . . ." Ranka trailed off. She didn't know what gender the baby was?
"Girl," Miyu whispered.
"Oh."
"Do you want to hold her?" Miyu asked holding out her baby girl to Ranka.
Ranka took her baby and held it in her arms.
"She beautiful," Ranka whispered. "Who's the father?" She looked up at Miyu but Miyu had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Ranka smiled and looked down at the baby again. Her eyes were opened wide staring up at this new stranger who was holding her. Her eyes were changing quickly from a dark, foggy blue to a bright, crimson red . . . . . . .
Present Day
Two figures dressed in black stood on a hilltop over looking the old capital of Japan, Kyoto. They watched as the street lights one by one flickered on as the night came upon them. "Are they down there? Can you sense them?" The figure in a black cape wearing a golden mask lined with six feathers asked his companion. His companion nodded. "I don't see how we are going to do this," he continued. "We're suppose to watch them, but stay away from them at the same time." "We just have to keep our distances," his companion, a female wearing a black cloak that covered her from head to foot, replied. "Are you sure you can do this?" he asked concerned for his companion. "Yes," she said quickly. They were silent for a moment then he asked. "We could attack the Westerners on their own land. Then we could have opened oblivion and . . . . ." "It probably wouldn't have worked," she interrupted. "Anyway, we're here now and we must stop them when they come." He nodded. "The future will be changed."
Hello! I'm BlueDragonGirl #1. I hoped you enjoy my very first chapter. Please review and I'll put up another one. Thanx!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Princess Miyu. But I do own my characters that I have added to it.
Gray clouds rolled in from the east and thunder boomed in the distance.
A thunderstorm was coming. People on the streets hurried to get home from work and hoped not to get caught in the on coming storm.
A young woman, around the age of eighteen, looked up at the dark, threatening clouds. Her hair was cut neatly at the shoulders that fell on her black Metalica shirt. She brushed the dust off of her dark blue jeans and continued to sweep the trash off of the steps to the back door of the bar she worked at.
"'ey shela!" the bartender, and owner of the bar, called to her. "Look at the size of those blooming clouds! This's gonna be a mighty big storm eh? You better get yerself home before all hell breaks loose."
She looked up at him and cocked her head to the side. She was supposed to be working tonight.
"Go on now, shela," he said. "You've been working every blooming day since you first applied here for work six months ago! It won't matter a mite if you take just one night off, will it? It's not like I'm going to fire ya' for just one night!"
She set the broom aside and bowed her head. "Thank you sir," she said politely.
"Don't fret your pretty little head over it, Ranka-san."
Ranka smiled. She liked Frank. He was sweet, kind, and the only person at the club who didn't treat her like a piece of meat.
She waved good-bye and walked down the deserted alleyway.
Her home wasn't far from the club, but it wasn't exactly in the greatest part of town.
She walked past old run down buildings, falling apart after years of neglect and deterioration.
The street she was walking on had also been neglected along with the buildings. Long cracks ran down the middle of the street where up turned pieces of cement lay scattered across it.
She kicked a rock with her worn black cowboy boots. It slid down the street and scattered in to smaller pieces.
She kept walking until she came to an old run down shanty house. She opened the rusted gate that led down a cracked pathway to her home.
It wasn't much, but luckily she wasn't a picky person. Considering what she was, she only needed the essentials to survive, so it didn't matter.
She opened the old, wooden door and walked inside. It was dark and cool, but dry and without a rat or cockroach problem. 'Thank gods,' she thought.
"I'm home," she whispered as she flicked on a nearby switch, turning on a single light bulb in the middle of the room. It illuminated a small cradle with a moth eaten blue blanket resting on top of it.
Ranka walked over to the cradle and knelt down beside it. She pulled back the blanket revealing a small baby boy wrapped tightly in a white cotton cloth.
"Did you miss me?" she asked it pressing her warm lips against it's cold, pale skin. The baby didn't move or flinch. It just lay there in the cradle, unmoving.
Ranka sighed. Who was she trying to fool? Her baby was dead! She had to get over that and move on . . . but she couldn't. She knew she had to but she couldn't do it.
Tears were beginning to cloud her vision. Her baby boy was dead! The only thing in her life she had left to live for was gone!
A sob escaped her lips and she quickly covered the body with the blanket.
She had to bury it. Bury the body and the memories it held, but she couldn't do it. She wanted to keep it with her forever.
The light bulb flickered then without warning blew out, leaving Ranka in the dark room with the corpse of her baby. Her darling child whom she'd never hold alive in her arms again. Life wasn't fair.
She sat there in the dark room, unmoving, that's when she sensed it.
The strong, unsettling feeling of evil and the powers of the demonic. The powers of . . . . . Shinma.
And they weren't just Japanese strays that were easily dealt with. Not at all. She sensed the energies of two powerful Western Shinmas.
She considered going after them. She hated the fact that Western Shinmas were running around Japan freely, but she stopped herself from getting up.
She was no longer who she was before.
Besides, it wasn't her job to return stray Shinmas to the darkness. That was Miyu's job.
She waited, but she didn't sense Miyu going after the Westerners. In fact, she didn't sense Miyu at all.
Worried, Ranka got up and walked to the door. Thunder boomed and lightning clashed as she opened the door and stepped outside.
She tried again to search for the energy of Miyu's flame but found nothing but the energies of the two Western Shinmas.
It was impossible. They couldn't have defeated her that quickly!
'Maybe my powers have weakened during the time I have spent here in the human world.' Ranka considered it a possibility but quickly threw out the thought. If she could sense the Westerners then she should be able to sense Miyu. So where was she?
If there was a problem then Ichiro should be out there helping, but she didn't sense him either.
"They're close by," she mumbled to herself. "Might as well see what's going on since there is nothing better to do."
She left her falling-apart home and followed the energies of the two Western Shinmas, which led her to a make shift trail running through an old forest. By now the dark clouds had already released their fury on to the earth. She followed the muddy trail while becoming drenched in the process.
'It just doesn't make sense,' Ranka thought wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. 'Why would the Westerners be running around this forest? There's nothing here.'
Suddenly, two dark figures emerged from the bushes in front of her. They can at her running and before Ranka could do anything they ran right past her. They didn't even try to attack her.
"What spooked them?" Ranka asked herself.
She walked further down the path and past the bushes where the Shinmas had emerge from.
Suddenly, she heard someone crying. She recognized the cry. It was that of a baby's. She broke in to a run down the path and emerged from the forest in to an open field.
A small, cottage, brightly lit on the inside, stood in front of her. A woman stood outside cradling a baby in her arms. It's had stopped crying now but Ranka got the feeling that something was still wrong.
"Who's there?" the woman called out in to the darkness. Ranka knew that the question was aimed at her. She stepped forward in to the light shining from the cottage's open door. She had nothing to hide and there was a chance that this woman might need her help.
"Ranka?" the woman whispered.
Ranka just stood there and nodded her response. How did this woman know her?
The woman took a step forward and joined her in the light. Ranka gasped. "Miyu! Is that you?"
Miyu nodded.
Ranka shook her head. Miyu looked awful. Her hair was a tangled mess plastered all over her face. Blood dripped from a long, thin cut just below her eye. Her kimono was torn and blood flowed down her legs creating a puddle on the ground.
"Miyu, what happened to you?" Ranka asked.
Miyu began to tremble. "Don't let them take my baby."
"Your baby?" Ranka asked. "It's your baby?!"
Miyu nodded holding the baby closer to her breasts.
"Is your baby what the Westerners were after?"
Miyu nodded again.
"Come on. You need to get inside out of the rain," Ranka said reaching for Miyu's arm.
Miyu stood still, unmoving.
"Please Miyu. Your baby will die if you stay out here any longer." Ranka begged.
Miyu walked slowly in to the cottage that Ranka assumed was hers.
A fire burned brightly in the fireplace at the end of the room. The bed was located against the wall in front of it. The sheets were wrinkled and soaked with blood.
Ranka removed the sheets and sat Miyu down on the bed with her sleeping baby on her lap.
"I didn't know you were expecting a baby," Ranka said softly.
Miyu nodded.
"Maybe you should lie down and rest. After all, you just gave birth to a healthy baby . . . ." Ranka trailed off. She didn't know what gender the baby was?
"Girl," Miyu whispered.
"Oh."
"Do you want to hold her?" Miyu asked holding out her baby girl to Ranka.
Ranka took her baby and held it in her arms.
"She beautiful," Ranka whispered. "Who's the father?" She looked up at Miyu but Miyu had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Ranka smiled and looked down at the baby again. Her eyes were opened wide staring up at this new stranger who was holding her. Her eyes were changing quickly from a dark, foggy blue to a bright, crimson red . . . . . . .
Present Day
Two figures dressed in black stood on a hilltop over looking the old capital of Japan, Kyoto. They watched as the street lights one by one flickered on as the night came upon them. "Are they down there? Can you sense them?" The figure in a black cape wearing a golden mask lined with six feathers asked his companion. His companion nodded. "I don't see how we are going to do this," he continued. "We're suppose to watch them, but stay away from them at the same time." "We just have to keep our distances," his companion, a female wearing a black cloak that covered her from head to foot, replied. "Are you sure you can do this?" he asked concerned for his companion. "Yes," she said quickly. They were silent for a moment then he asked. "We could attack the Westerners on their own land. Then we could have opened oblivion and . . . . ." "It probably wouldn't have worked," she interrupted. "Anyway, we're here now and we must stop them when they come." He nodded. "The future will be changed."
Hello! I'm BlueDragonGirl #1. I hoped you enjoy my very first chapter. Please review and I'll put up another one. Thanx!!!!