Flight Of The Black Devil.
A Rosario+Vampire Fanfic.
Author's Note: My first attempt at a Fanfic was ultimately a failure. So I'm going to try it again, THIS time using a style I'm VERY familiar with. If you don't like DarkFics, do NOT read this. This will not be for the faint of heart. This story will be from Akuha's POV entirely.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario+Vampire.
I jump from rooftop to rooftop, cloaked in the all too comforting darkness. In this darkness, I feel… so relaxed. This void makes me feel so at ease, but even in this good moment; I have to focus on my objective. My main task. The reason for my immortal existence: Kill my target. I've been killing for almost my life, and I've been living a long time. One occurring thing I always hear from my victims is the obvious "who are you?" Simple. I'm Akuha Shuzen, eldest vampire daughter of the Shuzen clan. "The Black Devil." I'm the person you're parents, human and monster alike, warn you to stay away from. I am the grim reaper that reminds you that no matter who you are, how old you are, or what social class you reside in, You Will Die By My Hand. I am the disease that calls for your final days. I am personification of annihilation. I am the holder of the Heart Of Hatred. I am the silent rage that will claim your existence by ANY MEANS NECESSARY. I am the evil that spits on the graves of the weak and powerless. I am the Anathema Of The Anathemas. I am your end of days. I am darkness. My name is Akuha Shuzen, and when you're my target, the LAST thing you'll see is my eyes. My cold, remorseless, and unrelenting eyes… Such is a lesser man's fate.