THE HUNTRESS AND HER PREY.
Summary: Chikane Himemiya, an immortal vampire huntress attending a boarding school that somehow harbours vampires capable of wiping out the human race if left alone. Chikane and her partner Girochi have taken well care of these creatures for the past 200 or so years, covering up the disappearances of students and teachers alike. One of these vampires happens to be a newborn called Himeko Kurusugawa.
The silver luminescence of the moon reflected off of the crimson filth that tainted the once white walls.
"You sure like to leave a mess, don't you scum?" Chikane spoke, driving the wooden stake she clasped in her hands into the vampires quivering body, hissing and effervescent before finally suspending itself to a fine dust.
"So how do ya reckon we're gonna clean all this crap up?" Girochi leant his back against what seemed to be a clean area of the grimy wall as he scratched his neck.
The raven haired huntress let her hair fall free from the hairpiece she used to tie back hair that would only get in her way. She took a silk cloth from her pocket and used it to clean the blood and other unwanted substances from the stake lay on the ground in a pile of dust.
"Just wait for Nekoko to arrive. I don't especially feel like cleanup duty today." Chikane shot Girochi a glare that practically said 'object and I'll drive a stake through your heart too.'
"Not that she does a very good job of the cleanup. Ne, wasn't this one here your classmate?" The burly man shoved the lifeless corpse lying on the ground with his boot. "You gotta feel some sort of remorse for a kid who's just gotten their jugular ripped from their throat, let alone someone you probably knew and all."
"This is an old, old school." Chikane slung a bag over one shoulder and gracefully fixed her posture. "One comes across many people. Eventually, even unnecessarily trying to remember someone's name becomes useless and somewhat tedious."
"You're a cold-hearted bitch, you know that?" Girochi smirked and threw his hands behind his head before following Chikane out the door.
"It's a wonder how I haven't ripped out your jugular vein myself."
Last night was just another night of patrol for Chikane and Girochi. They both were hunter and huntress of the vampire variety.
Chikane Himemiya grew up as a noble and was granted the power of immortality at the age of seventeen after tedious training with an orphan named Girochi who she picked up on the street when he swore that he would train to become a vampire hunter with her to make enough money to support him and his sister Miyako after their church was destroyed along with their parents.
Soon after they swore an oath to the god Kusanagi, they were sent to Earth to investigate a matter of a sudden rise of vampire sightings by other immortals known as aliens to the human world.
For the past 200 years, Chikane has attended Mahoroba academy with different aliases while Girochi stayed at their estate assisting with weaponry and preparing for night patrols of the school.
"Again." Chikane threw her legs out from underneath the blankets, exhausted from last night's patrol. She managed to conjure up a temporary body for the girl who died last night, scheduled to 'accidentally' die by fire.
Temporary bodies never really lasted long, you had to get rid of them before a certain amount of time or they just turn to suppuration. And of course, that wouldn't look suspicious to anyone that said temporary body would happen to be around at the time.
You couldn't ever leave a victim alone, even if they had survived the attack, or was completely mauled. They will always come back as newborn vampires to spread their virus amongst other students. So far, all newborns have been dealt with and destroyed; the virus has not yet left the school.
Yes, it's a terrible thing to do, scheduling the death of the deceased's temporary body but the student body or any other mortal, in fact can't know about the presence of vampires and vampire hunters. Not only the fact that everything will go to ruin, there's also the matter of the fear of vampires that envelops the human race.
What a pitiful race it is.
Chikane always wondered why the human race was so precious to the gods. It was kind of sickening how they didn't favour a race that actually didn't destroy planet Earth in its evolution. Why not just let them die out and maybe the planet wouldn't be in such turmoil. Even after two long centuries, smelling the air sickened Chikane to the core.
"Wakey wakey sunshine!" Girochi had found his way into Chikane's room with one hand scratching his backside and the other hand held a half empty bottle of sake.
"You're up early. What are you doing drinking so early in the morning? Couldn't keep those hideous lips off a bottle that contains some form of alcohol, couldn't you?" Chikane sneered in the general direction of Girochi as he found the nerve to flip her off.
"Sunshine's looking pretty gloomy today, what's wrong? Panties in a knot? Even wearing any today?"
Surprisingly, these two were always like this and still managed to get along. Hardly was there ever a real fight. Only meaningless insults thrown back and forth between the two partners. Never was one taking the other seriously.
"Did you and Nekoko get the temp to her dorm without any trouble?"
"Sure did." Girochi spoke as he took a swig from his bottle. "Her friends were apparently worrying so I just told 'em that I took the little lady out on a little date."
"And?"
"They squealed. Just like little pigs. Man, I hate human girls. They get excited over fucking everything."
Chikane sighed and shooed Girochi out of the room, telling him that she needed to get ready for school.
Once he was away, Chikane got to work on taking a shower like she did every other day.
The pair lived off of campus like quite a few students did. A manor was prepared for them both, complete with a training arena, armoury, and rooms for the employees that shared the estate. Last year, some students were lead to believe that the manor was haunted and ended up breaking in as a little dare, only to find a homeless looking man, namely Girochi, taking a catnap on the couch.
At first, they all panicked for they all thought that he was s ghost, out to kill them most likely. And he would have if they made any more noise. It was then that they saw Chikane herself coming to see if Girochi had stepped on Nekoko's tail or something.
Now, before we get to the part about the grovelling and apologising, you must know that each alias of Chikane has been well respected in the academy. She always gets the best grades, is beautiful, and most notably, refuses to court the richest, and even the most attractive people. Whether it be a blunt hatred or disinterest of the human race or a will to just focus on the task set for her is unknown. For some reason, it has gained her a lot of respect, especially in this era, where dating appears to be a necessary thing for high school girls.
Anyway, almost instantly after seeing Chikane the girls went wild before grovelling for forgiveness in her presence. Although, the normally icy woman had built up a tolerance- even if it was small- for those girls.
"I'll let you off this time, only because your little friend in the back is kind of cute. Say, if you leave her here for a while then I'll forget all about it." Those were the exact words that she said. Yes, even respectable, proper, immortal beings have their needs. And Girochi or Nekoko definitely were not enough to fulfil them.
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Chikane's POV
When I arrived at the school gate, the children flocked me. Greetings were spoken, whether they were meaningful or not.
I wonder what draws those girls to me. Do any of them not know the bloody filth that stains my hands? I bet they would all hate me if they knew that I've been helping to dispose of their friends as they know them. I don't know why this is a comforting thought, but a small smile just happens to find its way across my face with the mere notion of it.
Perhaps it is because they are all insignificant to me. Tch. Being hated by insignificant mortals. Perhaps they will live to seventy or so when I get to see the whole world across countless periods of time. They haven't experienced the true power of time itself. They have only unknowingly been the catalyst for the world's demise.
They are pitiful. They don't deserve to be pampered by the gods so much. They are not worthy of the planet they manifested upon. I feel a little ashamed to be practically worshipped by them.
"Kaon! Kaon! How was your night?"
"Ne, Kaon... Can you meet me in the gym after lunch?"
I feign kindness to these brats. Maybe next time I'll just treat them how they deserve to be treated
Right now, I'm known as Kaon to all of those humans. Obviously, I have a different name and appearance each time I attend this school so no teachers catch on that I'm the same person as I was the last time I attended.
While the teachers are smart, and believe me- it's a change from all of the normal crap I have to deal with, they haven't managed to catch on. I don't usually see them outside of class that much so that's good I suppose. It would be a lot easier for me if nobody drew so much attention towards me, though.
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Great. Right after a tiring night of killing a vampire, I sense yet another lust for blood, in the same classroom as me. It was hard to figure out where it was coming from over all of the noise. Concentration was out, I'll just have to try and pick out the vampire using my eyes.
There were a few girls that were fidgeting quite a bit. The vibes that I was getting weren't so bad that there was definitely more than one vampire so I was convinced it had to be with one of those girls.
One looked like she was struggling with her work. Score.
"Excuse me miss..." I said, waiting for her to finish the sentence for me.
"I-Izumi. My name is Izumi." Even with those menacing looking eyes of hers, she still stuttered with her words. This one had to be it.
"You look like you're struggling with that. Would you like some help?" I let a kind smile spread across my face. Whether it is the fact that I was going to splatter her blood over the walls tonight or that I was trying to lure her in didn't matter. That smile had already gotten her.
"N- No, Kaon it's oka-"
"Here." I took away her pen and started explaining the basic rules of physics. I noticed her school badge was uneven on her shirt. What a perfect opening to 'accidentally' prick my finger on her badge as I adjusted it.
"A- ow..." I faked pain as I saw the pin had drawn blood. It didn't really spark an interest that screamed I vant to suck your vlood from this Izumi girl but I felt the vibes grow stronger from somewhere else in the room although the only person I could see that was vaguely interested was the quiet Himeko Kurusugawa. But...
Himeko would fling herself onto the nearest electric fence if she thought she was any danger to even a fly.
How did I manage to remember her name? I found her vaguely interesting ever since the day that she transferred. Keeping a close eye on her, I knew she would be helpless against anything that tried to attack her. Although, if she is infected, she may be able to tell me where the vampires are coming from. There's no harm in trying.
"So, do you understand now?" Izumi nodded her head and went back to doing her work.
Here is a reason why I do not like this school. Students are free to roam around the classroom as long as the teacher has finished explaining everything. Whether it be helping a student out or just socialising, there's no rule that states that it's forbidden. Sometimes good things come out of it, sometimes bad. More bad than good from what I have observed. Discipline is a moral not firmly applied to any student properly at this school and letting children run amok is definitely a perfect example of that.
Once upon a time, students were firmly disciplined. I do not imply that I believed in methods of punishment such as the strap but students certainly respected their elders more.
I left Izumi's desk and made my way to Himeko whose cheeks almost instantly started colouring themselves a deep shade of crimson. Knowing that I was coming to visit her desk, she naively tucked a long blonde tuft of her behind her ear and kept her eyes glued to her work.
"Himeko?" I leant over her so that my lips scarcely touched her bare ear. I could tell that she was embarrassed for with every breath I let out, her whole body contracted in a way that screamed I'm aroused by this! Please stop!
Well that's what I thought anyway because it seemed she tended to make it painfully obvious. Although, I myself must admit I felt a little flustered being this close to Himeko. She had a certain allure about her, I've noticed this for quite a while now and have been wanting to get as close as this to her. But I never really worked up the nerve for some reason. Believe me; it's taking a lot of nerve to be this close- close enough to even slightly have my lips pressed against her ear.
"Y-yes?" She turned her head towards me so that our foreheads were almost touching. I'm glad nobody saw her frantically panic and pull away when she saw how close our faces had been.
At that moment, I felt uneasy vibes grow stronger and this time I knew they were coming from Himeko.
I didn't know her very well but I must say I was quite attracted to her. I never allowed it to grow too strong.
Oh well.
It's a shame I have to kill her.
Will you read and review pretty please? I stopped writing cause I wanna sleep. A lemon warning for the next chapter or chapter after. It was originally gonna be in this chapter but I'm drifting in and out of sleep right now. I hope the last part makes sense. Night Fanfiction~ Reviews please!