VAMPIRE BAT

"Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak."

~Mathew 26:41

CHAPTER 1:

She curled into a tight ball, attempting to comfort herself. She was alone now with no one to lean on, because she had just killed them all. She wiped her mouth from the remaining drops of blood on her lips, and silently sat in the corner of the room absorbing what she had done.

"Rouge, what happened to you? You've changed."

"Who are you?"

"She's a freak! Get away from her!"

"She's not coming back Knuckles. The Rouge we know is dead, she's a monster now! Just look at her!"

"Rouge? Is that my name?"

"We have to stop her before she kills more people."

"I'm sorry, Rouge. I have to stop you…"

"Kill her!"

"No!"

The flashes of memory reappeared in her mind; it was her only memory now. She gritted her teeth in disgust of herself as the tears began to stream down. The bodies before her lay motionless, they were all dead. Pools of blood created a river in her direction, and to her horror, her tongue licked her lips in hunger. She reached out to tap on the red liquid, brought it to her lips, and sniffed it. The smell of blood to humans is a wretched stench, but to her, a vampire, smelling it was twisted bliss. She took a lick, and it made her crave more.

"More… More…"

She began to slurp the blood from the floor, famished.

"Blood, so good. More blood…"

Her slurps made her body after the river, to the sea of blood where her allies once stood. Her crave became uncontrollable, as she wanted to drink more, and approached one of the bodies to take a bite.

"Blood!"

"Rouge!"

She froze, the body she was about to eat was his body. The one they called 'Knuckles'. She jumped back in horror, reality hitting her again. Did she just hear him calling her? Or was that her mind playing tricks? She did not know what was real or not anymore. She was so confused, too confused her body quivered with the lust, but her conscience forced her to stay where she was, to take in the whole picture of the bodies drowning in their own blood. She killed them, and they were not coming back.

She knew it, and once she finally accepted the harsh truth, she fell on her knees and screamed.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Rouge, I think"

"What have you just done?"

"I just killed innocent people."

"Why?"

"I had to. They were going to kill me."

"Kill or be killed is what they say, hehehe."

"…"

"But didn't you know them?"

"I, I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

"I don't remember."

"I see, that's the beauty of it. You are going to become a fine vampire."

"… Stop it."

"What? It's true, you are developing extraordinarily."

"I said, 'Stop it'."

"But don't you enjoy it? The kill? The blood? How it makes you feel so—"

"Shut up!"

-BAM!-

She slammed her head into a stump, making the mighty tree fall with a large blow from her forehead. She panted, her ears ringing from the impact and eyes narrowing at the awe of her new strength, the strength of a vampire. The mysterious voice inside her head did not speak, perhaps as awed as she was. She touched her forehead to feel a scare or bruise, and only her smooth fur of white was there. She took in no damage. That's right, she was immortal now.

"Wait, I can die." Rouge spoke to herself.

She did have an immortal life, but was aware of what can kill a vampire. Two ways if she could remember: Having their heads cut off, or a steak through the heart. She could do that; end her life as a hideous beast. She wanted to die.

"Hahahahaha, so naive are you? A vampire cannot kill themselves willingly."

"What the hell? I thought you were gone!"

"Of course not, I am a part of you…"

"Damn it."

"Why do you want to die so soon? You still yet to witness what wonders you can do; the power you posses, the enhanced strength and mobility you have. All from the simple source of one's blood. Is it not fascinating?"

"I have become a monster! I don't want to kill other people for my sake. I want to die!"

"…"

"I want to die, and save myself."

"…"

"Please, whoever you are. If I can't kill myself, how can I die? Who can kill me?"

"… Anyone can kill a vampire, but you are more than just a vampire 'Rouge the Bat'. You have become a very special kind."

"What?"

"Haha, indeed you are interested in my wisdom now aren't you? I cannot tell you everything. Go search for them yourself."

"I don't know where to go or what to look for!"

"Look for other vampires of course. However, if you insist on dying so quickly, ask a slayer to do the task for you."

"A vampire slayer… How can I find one?"

"Hehehe, such a silly fool you are. Give in to your vampire instincts, and they will find you."

"Give in to being a vampire. I can't do that, there must be another way."

"…"

"Hello?"

"…"

"Hey, where did you go!?"

"…"

"Ah! Damn it!" she cursed aloud, spreading her dark wings and took flight from the forest she temporarily escaped to.

The mysterious voice has told her what she needed to do, what she chose to do. Her mind was now set on that initiative. She had to become the beast again, for someone to come find her, and end her life without mercy. It seemed like the only way to die without much ruckus, to know that she has died in the hands of someone who hated these monsters as much as herself. To Rouge, that was a peaceful death for a vampire.

One Month Later:

"Mmm… Mmmmmh"

Her fangs pieced deeper into her prey's neck, and out poured more blood. She sucked on it harder, faster, deeper.

"Please, n—no more!" her prey begged.

She did not stop, she could not. Her monster side refused to. The blood was too rich to let it go.

"That's it, keep drinking, until you're satisfied."

"Stop it, st- stop… Stop…" and then he died.

But she continued to suck; she was not yet at her fill.

For her, Rouge had been letting the vampire side dominate her body for the meantime. She had to, to meet a slayer. Then again, it had been nearly one month since she had begun to do this, and she was now feeling more comfortable, less guilty, more lustful, less merciful, more willing, and less humane. She was beginning to lose herself and give in to her beastly side, and she did not mind anymore.

She would grab new victims every night with her lust infinite no matter the number of kills. Nothing satisfied her hunger. She had never felt so alive.

No more blood came when she persisted to suck. She finally released her fangs from the dead body's neck, and it fell lifelessly to the ground with a thud.

"Damn," she sighed, licking the last of the liquid from her lips, "I thought you'd had it in you, but you weren't much filling as the others."

Disappointed, and still hungry, she turned away and took off into the night in search for another tasty victim.

Walking into a bar late in the evening was a hotspot for wasted people, as well as a hotspot where an attractive female vampire could easily lure in anyone male or female. Rouge, however mostly went for the men. Their blood was hot and thick as liquid chocolate with a tint of spice that she liked, whereas a female's blood was sweet, cold and fruity like juice. The only thing Rouge did not like drinking a wasted victim's blood was the taste of alcohol in their veins, but it was better than nothing.

She walked up to an empty stool at the bar and sat, eyeing anyone of interest. Of course all the people watched her every move. They were either threatened or possessed at her beauty, and every man she looked at gave her a sheepish grin.

"Disgusting."

Rouge was not up for someone drunk tonight. Maybe someone more sober this time. Wanting that, she clearly knew a bar was not the place to be, but a bar was the easiest place to be at this time for people to be less alert and defenseless. She observed her surroundings, noting every individual. They were all pretty wasted, a few partly sober, but they weren't good enough for her standards. Then she caught eye of someone in the corner. The way he stood was firm, his strides where graceful, and his straight posture was a definite that he was sober. That was a rare thing to find in a bar at a time like this, Rouge was lucky this time around.

It appeared he was walking up to the bar, but Rouge acted quickly making sure he would not grab a drink before she was finished with him. She turned his way on the stool twisting her body to a seductive pose, eyeing him with her luscious lashes. She was on her track for making another kill.

"Hey handsome," she spoke out in his direction.

Most of the men at the bar looked at her, hoping her echoing voice was specifically talking to him. She was only focused on her prey, the only one who did not look.

"Playing hard to get? Huh."

That was rather unusual. She casually got up and walked a few seats down where he now sat. The dim lights and the angle she stood from him made it hard to clearly see his face.

She tried again, this time speaking clearly at him. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice a hunk like you sitting here. Gonna get wasted?"

The man glanced at her. She could make out the outlines of his features which were pretty smooth. He looked young.

He smirked, seeing how ravishing she was, "Want to get drunk with me?" he invited.

"Caught him," Rouge only smiled back. "I gotta private place to do that. Wanna join me?"

Without hesitation, the man answered with, "Absolutely."

Rouge flirtatiously grabbed his arm and pulled him off the stool and headed for the exit. Her mouth already drooled with famishment.

"This is all too easy for me," And her grin darkened in her success.

They were now heading out to the streets of the city. Rouge continued to drag him along where she wanted. She searched for a dark, moist and empty ally way. They continued to trot the streets with people passing by until she found a good alley way.

"This way, it's a short cut to my place," she urged.

The man did not respond, only obediently followed her where she tugged him.

"You sure want to get drunk with me don't you?" he teased.

Rouge rolled her eyes in disgusted, but she played along. "Because you're gonna have the time of your life with me."

"Oh, really?" he questioned suspiciously, "Guess we'll find out, won't we?"

They were now deep into the depths of the alley now, and Rouge thought that it was time to feast. She halted, and turned to face the man who was now a dark figure before her.

"We're here now," she announced to him.

"I see, not much of a place going for you," he remarked.

"I don't need one," she took a step towards him, close enough for him to feel her hot breath on his neck.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just relax, you're gonna enjoy this," she cooed in his ear, and trailed down to his throat, lightly licking the skin. "You're mine now," she whispered to him, her fangs now appearing and ready to bite.

"Is that so?" he questioned.

Rouge did not answer. Instead, she aggressively clenched his throat with her jaws, piercing the soft, smooth skin he had, and began to suck.

"Hmpf," the man snorted, "just another vampire are you?"

Rouge's eyes widened. This guy knew what she was. She was not the predator this time, but the prey. And she was foolish enough to let him trap her. Before he could lay a strong attack on her, she withdrew her fangs and jumped back as quickly as her vampire body would allow her. Before she could balance her landing and quickly take flight, she had a moment to see a pistol aiming right at her.

-Bang!-

He fired.

He shot her, but was only able to scar the left side of her hip, severely.

"Agh!" she hollered, but she could not let pain intervene with her life which she was now clinging on to.

She was now on the struggle of survival, between her and this mysterious man. She should have known better. She should have connected the dots as to him being sober at a bar, being so willing to be alone with her, letting her lead him into an alleyway without concern. He was the hunter this time. She should not have been so stupid!

"You cannot escape from me vampire," the man calmly told her.

The adrenaline made Rouge's mind thump rapidly with the flow of blood her heart pumped. She did the next thing her mind quickly thought of: fight. So fought she did. She tried to focus on her enemy. Rouge did not know combat that well, nor had any experience. But instincts of a vampire would take over when it comes to the will to survive, and she relied on just that.

She slowly stood trying to avoid the agonizing pain, and looked straight into her enemy's eyes. Then in an instant, she sprinted straight towards him. The man only smirked and pointed his weapon at her again, and fired. She dodged, not to be as stupid the second time. He continued to fire, five rounds. Rouge dodged each one, until she was close enough to throw a flying kick to his head.

He blocked her powerful forced with his wrist, and quickly grabbed her ankle and swung her towards the brick wall. Rouge was able to catch her fall, causing layers of bricks to crumble at the impact. Rouge gritted her teeth. She was sure he twisted her ankle at the toss. He was definitely a strong opponent. Much stronger than her, a vampire. She was surprised at this, but ready for another attack.

Rouge bounced off the concrete again, flying towards him for another attempt. He only stood there; he was not even trying for her. This got Rouge aggravated, and more determined to land at least one hit. Quickly approaching, she readied her leg for another swing, and with all her strength, threw her leg at him. She missed. He vanished into thin air, reappearing behind her, and with his hand, cuffed the side of her head. Rouge was down instantly. She did not get back up. The effect caused her to lose her balance.

"Damn it…" she huffed from the wasted energy she's used.

There was no way she could touch him. He was on a whole other level, and she did not know who this mysterious man was, but he was certainly not human. The pounding in her head continued to throb.

"Who the hell is this guy?" she pondered, and then it came to her.

Her heart stopped. He was the one. The one she had been searching for.

"Do you not know what I am, bat?"

She knew what he was now, she should have known before.

"A slayer…" she answered breathlessly, astonished that she had finally encountered one.

She could see the white of his teeth, he was grinning pleasingly. "You must be new; looks like you've never encountered someone like me before. Have you?"

Rouge could not think, the pain on her hip and head throbbed ruthlessly. The wound she had was deep, to the point where she swore it was cut to the bone. She grimaced at the sight of the blood loss. She thought vampires were immortal, that they only died in such limited ways. Then how can a bullet injure her this harshly?

The man started to walk up to her, casually placing his pistol back in his hidden pouch. Fear overcame Rouge, her legs would not move, she could not run or fight anymore. The once thought to be invincible vampire was now at the mercy of this mysterious man. He stopped right in front of her, staring down at her, wanting her to put up more of a fight.

She did not, she was too weak, too scared. She was about to die for what she did, and she had not realized until now, how valuable life was to her. She did not want to let it go yet.

"Heh, you're pathetic," he remarked, then kneeled down to her level, grabbed her jaw with his palm and forced her to look into his eyes.

"I HATE creatures like you."

Tears began to form at the edge s of her eyes. She was staring into blood red irises. It was just like looking at death in the face. She tried to turn away, but his grasp on her chin was too strong, and he made her look at him.

"I am going to kill you, bat," he spoke as every word would be her last.

She could not take the suffering anymore, and fought his strength to turn away. She could no longer look at him, and she closed her eyes shut. She did not want to see those eyes anymore.

"Kill me then! Hurry up and kill me!" she screamed, slapping his hand away from her and curling into a ball, like she did last time.

A soft sob was all she could do to comfort herself as she awaited the final blow. Nothing came at her. She looked up to see him still standing there, looking down at her.

She sniffed, "what? Aren't you going to do it?"

The man cocked his head to the side, "I hate killing creatures this pathetic," and he turned away. "You're not even worth killing."

Rouge's eyes froze in his direction, his words echoing in her endless mind.

"You're not even worth killing."

Those words made her wounded, trembling body rise. She forced her feet to follow him. She remembered why she gave in to her monstrous side; to find someone like him. To find someone who hated her as much as she did, and she finally did. Now he had turned his back, saying she was not worth killing. She remembered, she wanted to die then, and she was willing to die in his hands now. Life was precious, but to her, she did not deserve it.

"Wait," she called.

He did not stop.

Tears appeared but she forced them back and called again, this time reaching out and forcing her damaged body to keep up with him.

"Wait!" she shouted.

This time he stopped, but dared not look at her.

Rouge continued to walk up to him, limping. Her body was at its limit, but her determination kept her going.

"I—I want you to end my life," she spoke out for him to hear, "The reason why I've become the monster I am now was to finally meet you, to kill me for what I've become."

Her words echoed through the empty alleyway, and he listened.

She continued, "I can't remember anything that's happened to me before I turned into a vampire. I hate… I hate myself for being this way!"

She now stood a foot behind him, yet he still did not face her. Her breathing calmed, and she reached out to touch his shoulder.

The instant she touched him, he turned to grabbed her wrist and tripped her, and forced her to fall aback.

"Ack!" she shrieked at the force of the impact.

When she opened her eyes, she saw he was atop, his eyes staring right back at her, his other hand engulfing her neck, ready to strangle her until she was limp. She was not afraid anymore, and stared blankly back at his raging glare.

"I know all your shallow ploys, vampire," he snarled, squeezing his grip on her throat.

She did not fight back like he expected her to. Instead, with her free hand, she softly cupped his cheek.

"Please," she begged.

She stroked his cheek ever so gently, encouraging him to end her useless life. She could see his face in the moonlight now. Young and dark as she thought, with ebony fur and red streaks to compliment his features, he surely was a beautiful person. His eyes continued to stare into hers. They did not show the hate they had before, but more startled at her touch and willingness to die.

His grip on her wrist and neck loosened, and he slowly drew back from her, but she held on to his cheek, bringing him forward. She did not want him to go.

She pulled his face close enough where she could whisper in his ear, "Kill me," she breathed voicelessly, and without thinking, without warning, she pulled his face towards her, and their lips met.

With that moment of contact, Rouge felt like she was telling him everything, pouring every emotion she had into him to make him understand her.

When he broke off that kiss, he breathed heavily, laying his forehead tenderly on hers, unable to move away. He saw what had happened to her, he could feel all the emotions she had carried within this past month. He saw what she had done and how she had punished herself for becoming what she is now. He understood her, and now he saw who she was.

To her disappointment, he shook his head and delivered the sad news, "Now, I won't be able to kill you..."

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