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Bloodlines

Episode 3: Chiro What?

"Wow!" was all Keitaro could say as he walked into the condo behind Diva. 'It's so big, and everything looks so expensive!' Keitaro thought to himself as they walked down the hallway.

"Do you like it Kei-kun?" Diva said with a chuckle as she turned to face him.

Keitaro could only nod in response as he continued to marvel at the grandeur of the structure.

Again Diva let out a light chuckle, "I'm glad, but shall we continue? There is a lot I want to talk to you about." She then led Keitaro and the rest of the men into what seemed to be a study. There was a fire place in the far corner, plushy looking sofa, coffee table, and several other pieces of furniture adorning the room but what really caught Keitaro's attention was a very large desk. Even more important than the desk was the figure sitting at it that seemed to be having a very important conversation due to the fact that his brow was furrowed and he was gripping the phone tightly. His jet black was slicked back so that one could see the vain throbbing on his for head, his eyes, a cold blue, were slightly red, and he sat stroking his beard with his free hand. He was dressed in a maroon suit, with a black vest over a white dress shirt, and a purple tie.

Keitaro could faintly hear the man grumbling about something involving a red shield, or something to that effect. 'Is he a collector of antiques or something,' Keitaro thought to himself as he saw Diva motion for him to sit down next to her of the sofa. As he did so he heard the man get off of the phone as the others sat down in various chairs in corners of the room.

"So this is the famous Keitaro Urashima," the man at the desk stated with a grin, "You know Diva's told me a lot about you."

"She has?" Keitaro questioned as he over at Diva who was moving closer to him a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Didn't you expect her to? After all as she once told me, it was your promise to her that enabled her to find the power to gain her freedom. On top of that you defended her from harm on numerous occasions. I believe we all owe a debt of gratitude to you Mr. Urashima, although I must say I was expecting someone who looked a little more fearsome," the man said as he eyed Keitaro and chuckled.

"Well it seems Amshel, that he is not exactly the same Keitaro that Diva knew as a girl. In fact he has no memories of ever meeting our Diva," Solomon interjected.

To this Amshel furrowed his brow slightly, "Is that so? Well let me ask you this Mister Urashima; what do you remember about your past?"

Just as Keitaro was about to respond he felt Diva clomp on to his right arm, and breathed into his ear. "Come on Kei-kun, you must remember something," Diva whispered almost seductively, but still retained a child like quality to her voice.

Keitaro had to use all his will power to keep his nose from bleeding as he shivered at Diva's closeness. After a loud gulp he responded, "I'm sorry, the only promise I can ever remember making was in a sand box almost 16 years ago. On top of that I can't even remember the girl I made the promise to, not her name, not her face, nothing. So even if what you are saying is true it's really unlikely with my terrible memory that I would remember it."

Diva began to shake slightly upon hearing this, but instead of rage this time she looked as though she was actually going to cry. She shoot off of Keitaro's arm like he was diseased, and proceeded to look at him through teary eyes. Keitaro felt his heart ache as he looked at the woman, he wanted to say something to make her feel better but he didn't know what he could say. "How could you?" she whispered as she looked at the floor, "You, and your promise are what gave me strength, kept me from going mad…….you promised that you'd never forget."

"Diva, please don't be so hard on yourself or Keitaro-kun. This isn't his fault, if you are to blame anyone it would be Joel, or "that woman"," Solomon stated as he got up to comfort Diva, "You must understand that Keitaro-kun had no intention of forgetting you, at least from what I read from the reports. In fact not too long ago you thought he was dead, so for him to even be alive is a blessing. Do you understand?"

Diva nodded as she cradled herself like a child who had been scolded.

"He probably doesn't even know what he is," Solomon said as he looked over to see Keitaro's shocked expression.

"What?! What do you mean?" Keitaro said eyeing the Solomon as though he was crazy.

"Let me ask you something Keitaro-san," a voice said from a distant corner of the room. Keitaro looked over to see James eyeing him intently. "Is it not true Keitaro-san, that you seem to recover rapidly from extensive damage to your person, damage that might kill any normal person," James said as he folded his hand together.

Keitaro only nodded.

"Haven't you even wondered how that could be possible? Have you ever even thought to ask where you got your incredible restorative power from, or even your intelligence when you can actually focus enough to use it properly," James said as Keitaro looked at him wide eyed. "Yes Keitaro-san I know about how you failed the Tokyo University entrance exam three times before you got near perfect marks on your last attempt. On a side note, our Diva also applied this year and got perfect marks on her entrance exam. This is beside the point however, another question I have for you is this, did your lovely parents ever tell you about your family history or how your family acquired that ancient structure known now as the Hinata-Sou?"

Keitaro thought for a moment his brow furrowed as he looked at the ground intensely. After a minute he simply shook his head distraughtly.

"I thought so," James said as he leaned back into his chair with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Keitaro-kun, what I'm about to tell you may shock you, even appall you but you must know it is the truth," Nathan said with a deathly serious look etched on his features, Keitaro didn't even bother to ask him were he had just come from as he was to enthralled by the current conversation. "You are a Chiroptera, a vampire so to speak. Furthermore you are one of the original Chiroptera and are 176 years old. That would make older than the other two original Chiroptera; our Diva, and her twin sister Saya. Now I know that this is a lot to take in so I'll save the res..," Solomon was about to finish before Keitaro cut him off.

Keitaro, clenching his fist and hair hiding his face making it impossible for anyone to read his expression, stated in a low and quivering voice, "I want proof."

Nathan slightly taken aback responded, "Of course, we will be more than happy to run your DNA and compare it to the other sample we have, but that will take some time."

"NO!" Keitaro barked as he lifted his head tears brimming in his eyes, "I WANT PROOF RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I'M SOME KIND OF MONSTER!? DO YOU THINK THAT WILL BRING BACK WHATEVER MEMORIES YOU CLAIM THAT I HAVE OR THAT IT WILL MAKE THINGS BETTER FOR DIVA!? I WANT PROOF RIGHT NOW DAMMIT!"

Everyone including Diva was taken aback by his outburst. Diva moved to comfort him, "What do you mean Kei-kun, we're not monsters, in fact we far surpass humans. We are so much more Kei-ku."

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Keitaro snapped and Diva recoiled as if she had been slapped. At this point tears were streaming down Keitaro's face as he started shaking like a leaf, "I've only met you today, but you're already telling me that my entire life was a lie…..that I'm some kind of monster…..that I've been betrayed by the ones that I have cherished most….how could you." Keitaro got up off of the sofa and was about to bound out of the door before a blue blur appeared in front of him. "Carl?!" Keitaro said shocked for a moment before his features hardened, "Please get out of my way."

"No one talks to Diva that way," Carl said as a manical grin spread across his slender crazed face, "Let us dance Keitaro Urashima." All of a sudden Carl's arm morphed into a giant green lance.

"What the!?" Keitaro asked in fear as he started to back away, "Just what are you?"

"I am Diva's loyal Chevalier," Carl said as he started to laugh manically and pulled back his arm.

"Wait no!" Keitaro said his eyes bugged out in fear. He turned to run but it was to late, and Carl's arm impaled him through his stomach. "BLARGH!" Keitaro screamed in pain as Carl lifted him off the ground causing Keitaro's blood to cascade further on to the carpet and the nearby furniture. "STOP PLEASE!" Keitaro begged as he coughed up more blood, but Carl continued to laugh as he threw Keitaro across the room into a bookcase.

"I'll give you a fate worse than death," Carl said in a low crazed voice as he walked over to Keitaro's limp body. Just as he was about to send his arm back through Keitaro he felt something painful and then wet seep out of his abdomen in a stream. "Wha?" he asked in confusion as he turned around to see Diva with a snarl on her face, eyes glowing a bright blue. "Diva I don't, ARGH!" Carl screamed in pain as Diva almost tore him in half with her claw hand.

"NO ONE HURTS MY KEI-KUN!" she bellowed with a scowl on her face, but then it changed into an insane smile, "I decided I want to play Carl……..with you." The last part was said with a deadly serious tone of voice as she started to laugh insanely. "Solomon, get Kei-kun cleaned up and returned were he's staying," Diva ordered as she walked over to Carl's quivering form.

"Are you sure about this Diva, we could simply keep him here and wait for him to recover," Solomon suggested as he got up from his chair.

"No, as I'm sure Diva has already sensed, Haruka-san is here. It would be very unwise for him to remain here due to the possibility that if she were to find him she might tell "her" about it," Nathan said sagely, "And that would be back for all of us….at least until Keitaro-kun regains his memories."

"I see," Solomon said cupping his chin as he thought, "Very well then, I shall hook him to a transfusion so that he may heal properly on our way there. Since all of this is such a shock to him, and seeing how weak he is, I can only assume that he has been feed artificial blood if any at all. He's lucky he's not like Diva, or Saya other wise he would have been sleeping already. Strange that he can go twenty one years with out blood and still be walking, when he regains his memories I must ask him about that." He then proceeded to scoop up Keitaro's unconscious form. Solomon noticed that his stomach wound was partially healed even though it had stopped before it was completely closed, "Amazing, he must have had quite a reserve." With that he took Keitaro upstairs to get him in some different cloths and to hook him to a transfusion.

Amshel chuckled lightly to himself from the desk he was sitting at thinking, 'Lord Urashima, with your help I believe Diva will finally be able to claim what is hers, and we will finally be rid of Saya and Red Shield. I can only hope you recover your lost memories soon, time is of the essence at this point.'

-------------------Meanwhile-------------------------

"Argh," Motoko moaned in pain as she tried to sit up again only to fall right back down on her large hotel bed. "Haruka please answer me!" she cried out to the woman sitting next to her with an unreadable expression on her face.

"First you have to tell me why you attacked her," Haruka said in a dry voice as she lit a cigarette.

Motoko tilted her head to the opposite side with a trouble expression on her face, "I can't tell you that Haruka-san, I've already told you that…."

"Well if you don't tell me, then I can't tell you about Saya," Haruka said expelling a cloud of smoke.

Motoko breathed in deeply and painful, and then let out a beleaguered sigh. "When I was a little girl I once asked about my grandmother who had died when my mom was still very young…my grandfather told me she was brutally murdered in cold blood by someone she believed to be her friend…….he said that they had fought side by side against these creatures…….I can't recall the name, but what I do know is that the woman went berserk for some reason and started killing everyone, man and beast alike," Motoko breathed in deeply and her voice had started to quiver. "My grandmother tried in vain to stop her, but ended up losing her life…..my grandfather had pictures of that woman, and she looked just like the girl I saw today with the only noticeable difference being that the young woman in the picture had long hair and that girl's was short."

Haruka breathed in the toxic fumes of her cigarette deeply, and then slowly let out a giant cloud of smoke. "What I'm about to tell you you can tell to no one else. Since your grandmother was the exorcist that she cut down…….yes that young woman is the one who killed your grandmother," Haruka stated as she heard Motoko let out was seemed to be a gasp and a sob at the same time. "However, there is a major difference between the young woman who killed your grandmother and who you saw today on that street. What you must understand is the fact that when Saya loses control like that she will attack anyone, even those close to her like your grandmother, it is because she is not really herself but rather a mindless creature seeking violence and destruction."

"Chrioptera," Motoko whispered, "Otherwise know as a vampire."

Haruka simply nodded, "Motoko-chan, I'm sorry about what happened to your grandmother, and I hope this explanation helped you come to terms with her death. However, if you try to confront Saya, especially with the way you are now, you will lose and there is a small chance that you might die. Just leave it be Motoko, accidents happen….sometimes there's just nothing that can be done about it." With that Haruka got up from her chair beside Motoko's bed and walked out of the door.

Motoko began to cry softly to herself as she thought. 'Why am I so weak……," she thought to herself as she cried herself to sleep.

Meanwhile in the adjacent room Kitsune had listened to the whole conversation with a glass pressed against the wall. "What the heck is going on here?" she said to herself brow furrowing, "First Keitaro hears a weird song, and now we're meeting vampires….none of this makes any sense." She then got up from her position of being crouched against the wall and walked towards the door thinking to herself. 'One thing is for sure I've got to tell the others.'

As Kitsune went to inform the others of her discovery, Haruka was making her way down stairs and out the entrance of the hotel. 'I've got to find out what's going on around here, and to see if Red Shield is involved with this in anyway,' she said to herself as she hailed a cab, 'If Saya is here then there is a good chance that Diva is too….wait didn't Keitaro say he heard a song?...Damn! I've got to find out what's going on before it's too late!'

Just as Haruka's cab pulled away a black Mercedes pulled up in front of the hotel. "Are you feeling okay Keitaro-kun?" Solomon asked as he put the car in park and turned to face his passenger. Keitaro was sitting in the back of the car wearing a black suit, white dress shirt, and black tie. His hair was still messy, but his face looked drained and tired.

"What happened," he asked groggily as he tried to sit up. It was then that he noticed the iv in his arm. "What's this?" he questioned as he noticed that I was connected to a blood pack.

"You need blood Keitaro-kun so you can heal," Solomon said as he got out of the car and went around to the trunk of the card. He popped the truck and reviled a small freezer box that he opened and pulled out another blood pack. He then closed everything and went around to Keitaro was sitting. "Here you go," he said cheerfully, "It looks like you're going to need another one, which is no surprise. It's probably been a long time since you've had some blood, and it's amazing that you've lasted as long as you have under the constant strain you're body has been under living with those crazy girls."

Keitaro simply looked at him groggily as he drifted in and out of conciseness.

"Tell you what, I'll help you up stairs and hook this one up for you when you're done with the one you have now. Seeing how as Haruka-san just left it shouldn't be a problem," Solomon said helping Keitaro out of the car and motioning for a wheel chair. A concierge rushed over and Solomon sat Keitaro in the wheel chair gently. "Well let's go shall we?"

Keitaro simply sat their in a daze as he was wheeled through the lobby. As they exited the elevator Solomon made his way over to Keitaro's room only to hear a small gasp come from behind him. Turning around he noticed a teenage girl with blue hair and a frightened expression on her face. Solomon immediately recognized her as Shinobu Mahera, smiled and walked up to her asking, "What's wrong Miss.?"

The Shinobu recoiled slightly before saying, "What's wrong with Sempai and why is he wearing a suit?"

Solomon chuckled lightly before saying, "Well I found Mister Urashima laying in a pile of rubble caused by a large impact of some sort. It seems as though he might have fallen from the sky and caused the large impact, how I do not know but that is beside the point. You see he was bleeding profusely so I took him to the hospital and they fixed him up, so now I'm taking him to his room so he can rest. As for the suit, it is one of mine since his cloths were pretty torn up. I am not one who is against giving to those in need. Also, if you are wondering how I know what hotel he is staying at well…" Solomon then pulled out Keitaro's key card.

Shinobu smiled shyly before saying, "Thank you for taking care of my Sempai….."

"Just call me David," Solomon interjected, 'This should throw them off of our trail for a while.'

"Well thank you David-sama!" Shinobu said happily.

"It was my pleasure," Solomon said as he winked at her causing her to blush, "Well I'm going to take Urashima-san to his room so that he can rest, okay?"

Shinobu nodded, and Solomon disappeared behind the door. 'That was close,' Solomon said to himself, 'Better hook Keitaro up to this pack and get out of here.' With that he laid Keitaro down on to his bed and hooked up the second blood pack. "That should do it," he said to himself as he walked out the door to the elevator, "I can only hope that out of that chaotic mess we may have been able to jar some of his memoires, otherwise it is unlikely that we will ever see him again…..."

To Be Continued

Next Episode: Memories and Reunions.