DISCLAIMER: I do not own Karin (Chibi Vampire).

WARNING: This fic contains copious amounts of mature themes which can be quite serious, and I'm not just talking about sex (I try to avoid lemons, but it's hard to avoid any details whatsoever when the story is about Ren). It also contains language, so read at your own risk.
Though for those of you who can manage such material, I do hope you enjoy this.

~Dedicated to my dearest Guest. These words are spilled because of your love for them.~


"You're leaving already?" Hana cried desperately, crawling over the sheets as Ren rose.

As he fastened his pants, he glanced at her over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, darling, but sadly I must go." However, to Ren, there was nothing sad about this. He had what he needed, and could now be done entertaining her.

She dove and caught Ren around his waist as he extracted his phone from his pocket. "Oh my love, don't worry. I understand." This woman is literally the meaning of clingy, he thought. He allowed her to busy herself with her hold as he opened his phone to check it. The screen displayed:

NEW MESSAGE: Toki
ren i think im gonna
cry i have so much
hmwrk. im about 2
fall apart. Can u cum
over? ;)

Ren smiled. Toki was a college student at the local university—these girls were ideal prey. His finest feeding season was at the start of the university's school year when all the freshmen girls arrived. They were all naïve, all easily won over with the slightest bit of attention from any handsome, older guy, and were all extremely stressed out from being in a new place (as it was their first time away from home) and because of the massive workload, they suddenly had to take on. As the school year progressed and they made more friends and got in the swing of things he had fewer victims. Though he hung on to a few of the overachievers, like Toki, who seemed to be constantly under a great amount of stress to complete the extensive assigned tasks and do them well. I could go for a snack on my way home, he thought.

"Ren, what is it? Who are you talking to?" Hana asked, slowly releasing her grasp and sitting up.

He snapped his phone shut. "Just checking the time, dearest," he replied. He quickly turned away and finished dressing, then turned back to her. She was watching him anxiously, clearly greatly saddened by his departure. With the advantage of proximity, she reached up and grabbed his shirt, drawing him closer to her.

"I miss you already," she disclosed, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

Ren smiled. He didn't know if he would ever care to see her again or not, but he had her right where he wanted her should he decide he did. "Don't worry, darling, I can't be away from that beautiful face for too long." This line always snagged them because most of his prey tended to be quite average looking. These lines were well rehearsed, for he said them time and time again to all the women he seduced. She smiled as he took his chance to exit, leaving her behind him, sullen in the mess of sheets. As he left, he shot Toki back a text saying he was on his way.

Ren took a deep breath and sighed when he escaped into the cool, night air. Though he enjoyed exercising his ability to easily string women along it could get rather tiring. He pocketed his hands and began to stroll in the direction of the university. It was in a whole other part of the city, but he could use the walk to scope out any potential prey.

He decided to take a route through one of the worst parts of town knowing he had nothing to fear and that there were likely stressed out women there. As he sauntered down the street, he observed bars over many small businesses already seemingly torn apart and covered in graffiti. There were a few people here and there, but they didn't seem to be going anywhere. And he saw they were all men with the exception of a few obvious hookers on the corner, but Ren refused to pay for sex when he had charm, and he was left disappointed with his finds.

His attention was demanded as he heard some men call out across the street proceeded by a wolf-whistle. Ren turned his head. "Damn, honey, where you runnin off to?" one of the men called after a girl. Ren's eyes widened and he halted. It can't be... It was that fiery orange hair, straight down to her bust. All redhead's with hair just as bright had caught his attention ever since that night. The color ignited a passion in him, and he had been looking for her for a long time. He had wanted it again—that night—and had tried to recreate it with other women, but with no luck.

This vixen had only pinned the top of her hair back slightly as she grew out her bangs, and Ren could not see her face as she faced away. She paid no heed to the men as she quickly walked ahead, Ren and the others admiring the sway of her hips. The jeans she wore, dark and low, showed them off well as they hugged her form from her hips to her knees, then were permitted to flare out. She wore a navy blue, hooded top, the long sleeves extending past her wrists to her fingers. In one hand she clutched the messenger bag, slung over one shoulder, close to her body. Then she took a sharp turn and vanished down an alley.

Ren had stopped near the entrance of another alleyway, from which a man silently emerged. "You, prick, give me everything you have."

The vampire turned to glance over his shoulder, annoyed. The crook seemed to be harboring some weapon in his pocket, but Ren simply told him to get lost as he turned back. The man did not take this well, and he lunged at Ren. Yet Ren simply thrust him over his shoulder. The man's body landed with a smack and Ren left him lying on the ground. Foolish human trash, he scoffed to himself. He had more pressing matters.

The other men had forgotten about her when she turned the corner, more caught up in whatever they were scheming. Ren went unnoticed as he slipped into the shadows of the alley, and there she was. She was talking to a much older man who was bigger than her and exuded an attitude.

"Ten grams," she requested.

"Are you sure that's all you came here for?" he asked as he smirked.

"Come on, Ringo. He sent me here in the middle of the night. He's in a lot of pain. I have to get back-" She sounded familiar, too. Perhaps if she moaned instead I would be able to identify her better, Ren mused to himself. Though I doubt anyone could extract those sounds from her the way I did.

"All right, all right," he replied. They exchanged green for green and she tucked the baggie away in her messenger bag. She turned back to leave, and Ren finally saw her face. His eyes widened. It was her, the one he fantasized about when he made love to all other women. The one he had been searching for. "Don't be shy, now. You know where to find me!" the older man called after her.

She paid him no heed as she kept her focus ahead of her and swiftly left the alley. This is where Ren appeared. She saw him, but kept her eyes down as she tried to steer around him, but he intercepted her. "So we meet again."

At this she looked up with those same dull grey eyes as before. Her face was just as he remembered, but the maturity of the last three years showed: she had grown into herself nicely. The only thing he didn't remember was the silver hoop through one nostril. "You have me confused with somebody else. Excuse me, I have somewhere to be," she said as she looked back down and tried to step around him.

Ren was taken aback at this. "You really don't remember me?" How is that possible? I was her first. He again recalled that night. All of her porcelain skin displayed as she nervously lay before him. How he had deliberately hooked his fang and shattered her hymen. How he had tasted such tantalizing, virgin blood for the first time before he took all of her. She was the most delicious, delectable meal he had ever enjoyed. And when he had bitten her, she hadn't yelped or froze up or fought back—not like he was used to. Instead, she had tilted her head back and reached her arms around him. He remembered opening his eyes in surprise as he drank her sweet blood. Yes, there was a darkness in this girl without a doubt. She was not like the others.

"No, I have no idea who you are. Now excuse me, I have to get back," she pressed. He had made sure to erase her memory of the bite, but not the sex. He had wanted her to remember him as her first—but she didn't.