Virgin Fangs
Chapter One
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the anime Black Blood Brothers, which is the basis of this fan fiction.
"Be sure that your victim is dead before you drink." Yafuri nodded along eagerly. Cassa was giving him a few last minute pointers before he left. She had instructed him to kill his victim first before drinking, so as to prevent a Kowloon epidemic. They were not yet ready to make they're presence known. As an incentive, she also directed him to slice up the victim's neck after he was done to cover up the fang punctures. All of this was in preparation for his first victim. He was to walk the streets by day to choose a victim. Once found, he would then stalk them till night fall. The trick, of course, was to get them in a completely isolated area before striking.
After much dictation, Yafuri decided not to make the kill with his sword. The sword was a sacred weapon and should only be used for the purpose of battle. He would bring a simple knife with him for the sole purpose of mutilating the neck. The actual killing would be through the means of strangulation. No matter who he decided to kill, they would never be able to fend off his Kowloon-given strength. With his hood up and his sword left behind, he headed out. He walked five blocks to the most populated area in the city and began his hunt on the crowded walkways. Although he had not the faintest inkling of what he was looking for, he scrutinized every person he saw in extreme detail.
Into about three hours of his search, he began to grow nervous. What if he didn't find a victim by night fall? He'd never be able to face Cassa again. Precious time was ticking away. Although he wanted to find a victim badly, he didn't want to pick just anybody. It had to be someone he could truly take pleasure in killing. He decided to sit down and calm himself. He sat down on a wooden bench under the overshoot of a building. He stared ahead at the scenery. It was a nice day. Bright sun, blue sky, and a gentle breeze. Although this mattered to the people walking by, it meant nothing to Yafuri. All he favored were the shadows that would conceal his crime.
He diligently scrutinized each person as they walked by, looking them up and down. If only they knew that they were mere sheep being surveyed for the slaughter. He sighed heavily in frustration. Each person that passed him by was like another cloud in the sky. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. All the blood he had drank up until this point had been cold. Although there was no way he could ever say that it tasted bland, he hungered for fresh warm blood, straight from the vein. The words from Cassa echoed in his head. The blood of a virgin was the crown jewel of all blood. It would be difficult, if not impossible, but Yafuri would not settle for less. In less then 24 hours, a virgin would die.
Some what refreshed, he lifted his head and resumed his observations. His eyes fell upon a girl who appeared to be in her late teens. She had short brown hair, a pale complexion, and the stature of a well fed, yet healthy young lady. She wore a low cut purple halter top, a mini denim skirt, and black pumps. Her face was a marvel, but something in her eyes screamed bitch. She seemed like the type of person who would make friends only to stab them in the back later. Just the kind of person he wanted to see dead. Although he had no way of knowing if she was a virgin, he did not want to lose her with the lingering 50/50 chance. He got up and began to tail her.