Virgin Fangs
Chapter Two
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the anime Black Blood Brothers, which is the basis of this fan fiction.
He did not always follow her into stores. Sometimes he would walk around on the other side of the street and just keep an eye on the doors. The whole time he kept a safe distance away from her. He was grateful when she walked into a café. He'd been on his feet all day and he definitely wouldn't mind a sit down. He sat at the table behind her, facing her back. He ordered a small coffee while the girl simultaneously ordered a soda and a sandwich. He sat there for 15 minutes sipping his coffee and watching the girl's head move slightly from time to time. So intent was he that he jumped when the girl's cell phone went off.
She dug through her purse enthusiastically as though she were anticipating a caller. Yafuri listened intently as she answered. "Hello?...Oh, Yosuke! I'm so happy to hear your voice. I've missed you so much. When are you coming back?... Really?! Oh my God, that's wonderful I thought this day would never come! Just think, three months ago you promised that when you returned from studying abroad, we would make love for the first time. I'm so nervous and excited This is such a big step, but I'm ready to finally take the plunge...I get off from the video store at 7:00, so 8 is perfect. At my house, right?... The wait will feel like an eternity... I know. I love you too. See you."
She put her phone away and then gazed dreamily out in front of her. Yafuri had to hide a maniacal grin underneath his hood. Perfect. It was absolutely perfect. Maybe he had sensed she was a virgin from the get-go. Instinct or no, he wanted to exploit her position. She seemed to be head-over-heels for this Yosuke guy. Apparently, she had been saving herself for him. As long as that whole phone conversation hadn't been an act, she was the type of person who would never dream of doing it with just anybody. That could work to his advantage. He wanted to repulse and shame her. Of course, he didn't have the balls to actually rape her, but he wanted to see her reactions to that kind of threat.
Although he wasn't going to cry for her, he had to admit that he had probably misjudged her. He had initially thought that she was a bitch, but now it seemed that she at least wasn't a total one. Despite this, he would not let her off the hook. He had marked her in his mind and nothing would stop him from carrying out this kill. He snapped out of his contemplations as he noticed that she just went out the door. He quickly resumed his trail, hoping that no one had noticed him following her. She had said that she worked at a video store. Perhaps she was on her way there now. A few more minutes of walking led him to conclude that he had assumed right. She entered a video store.
She had told her boyfriend that she would not get off till 7, so he had until then to formulate the rest of his plan. The hardest part would be to pick the spot of the murder. He wanted a place where her corpse would not be discovered for awhile. He'd find that most likely in an abandoned or condemned building. He went on the move again, he needed to find the perfect place for a girl to die. After about fifteen minutes into his search, he came upon an open door leading to a basement. The place itself was a little more then decrepit. Although there was no electricity, there was enough light coming from the cracks of the door.
The basement held no curiosities except for some broken up furniture. It appeared as though it had been home to squatters in the past. The only item that piqued his interest was a large metal shelf. It was the kind that had no openings in the back, kind of like a book shelf. He tried to move it. He, of course, with his Kowloon given strength, could move it, but it would have been much too heavy for any regular person to move, at least single-handedly. Perfect. Everything was in place. All that was left was to wait.