Author's Notes: This story hasn't been updated in so long, people are probably going to end up knocking over their computers in shock. I just want to get one thing clear: Love of an Enemy is not going to be left unfinished; I have a very clear ending for each story in this trilogy in my mind and by damned they will be written and posted. However, I get stuck sometimes. This was one such, and long, episode of author's block. I know how I wanted this chapter to go, the problem was I couldn't get the right words to come.

But I think I got it now. Sorry, for all those who read this story and waited so long for a continuation. Now sit back, put Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel on in the background, and read.

"Well I was there on the day
They sold the cause for the queen,
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen.
I hate the ending myself,
But it started with an alright scene."

-My Chemical Romance, "Disenchanted"

The Curious History of a Vampire

Yamato was sitting on the couch between a vampire and a werewolf, with a cup of coffee in his hands. The said werewolf was staring at him unblinkingly, causing a few hairs on the back of his neck to raise, but he took a deep calming breath; he had known this woman for years and he would not let something as small as say, the ability to transform into a huge wolf-like creature, get in the way of that. Besides her expression softened somewhat and was now trying to communicate something to him.

The message, in all probabilities, was: "Don't mess this up. I know you and I am not about to let you go all emo over this."

He mentally nodded and glanced, out of the corner of his eye, at the vampire: her glistening honey hair shielded her face from his view, her legs had been pulled up from the floor to her chest and her arms encircled them. She had the certain stillness of one who did not have to breathe or even move an inch to survive.

Slowly, he reached out a hand and slicked back the hair covering her face; she startled at his touch, and turned to look at him and continued to stare when he did not pull away. She lifted her own hand and grabbed his, hesitantly, and a little fearful of scaring him off.

He did not flinch or move away.

And the two stayed in that position for a few seconds.

Sora felt extremely uncomfortable and let out a cough.

The two broke out of their own world and crash landed into reality. His gaze turned more neutral and he took both her hands this time, with more urgency than love, and asked in a no-nonsense tone, "Why are you helping us?"

"I have a soul."

His mouth fell open.

Sora laughed, "That was my reaction too."

Both ignored her and he pressed on, "I…you…what? There's been no case like this at all in the Records. How did this happen?"

Mimi sighed. "That's a long story." Neither occupant made any sign of changing the subject or leaving, so the vampire sighed again. "Fine. Let me start at the beginning."

She spoke of how her mother had perished shortly after giving birth to her, how her father had always been a kind, but sickly, man and how lonely he had been. She told of her stepmother, a cold woman who cared nothing for Mimi, and how the woman had secretly made her father more ill.

She had seen the older female at work, tampering with the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and the woman had seen her. That night before she could tell her father, he had been found dead by her stepmother, and practically all the neighbors had come to see.

She had been sold a little after that; her stepmother was simply unable to make ends meet and needed the income Mimi would make. And that was that.

Her life had become a huge blur after that, of men, and parities, and drinking, lots and lots of drinking. Then she had met Jyou and he changed her life forever…by painting it black.

She stopped to gather her thoughts and blinked at the intense expressions on her companions faces; Yamato had his teeth and fists clenched and Sora was glaring off into space.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that horrible. Don't look at me like that Yamato…you too Sora! There's bound to be people with stories like this all over the world. Nearly every vampire has some sort of sob story…"

They just looked at her.

"Whatever. Well, as you can imagine I wasn't a saint. I committed many horrible acts…did terrible things with chopsticks…

She emerged from the burning home, Cheshire grin spread from ear to ear, and using the blood from the freshly used chopsticks scrawled out a message on a nearby tree.

"The Angel of Death has visited this house."

"Mimi, c'mon," growled a soot covered Jyou. He grabbed her by the arm and started tugging her along behind him. "The humans will get here any minute and if we have to be run out of town, by another angry mob, I'll be very…displeased with you."

She pouted; Jyou always had to spoil her fun.

She forgave him though, as they ran through the woods, and the two began to laugh as they ran, thrill of a recent kill sending adding adrenaline to their systems. The couple went on like this for some time; howling, dancing, pushing, and running until they could both feel the lighter hours drawing nearer.

They decided to stay at a small inn at the town nearest them when their enhanced hearing picked up a groaning sound. Mimi was interested, changed direction in mid-stride, and pursued the continual, though fainter, moans originating from the road stretching beside the forest.

A tall and thin youth lay spread out in the middle of the dirt path, blood pouring from his chest. She crept closer and inspected him; he was a young man who was pretty rather than handsome with dark hair spilling across a pale soft face.

Her foot dislodged a nearby rock by accident and eyes the color of the sky at midnight flickered open wearily. His speech was chocked as he stammered out, "What…are…you? Some…kind…of a…celestial…maiden…?

The pauses were caused by coughing and sobbing fits.

He did not have long to live.

Mimi, in her usual style, made a rash decision. Her face rapidly changed to the one she wore when feeding and sunk her teeth into his lily pale flesh. He whimpered, but had not the strength to fight her off, and accepted his fate; he was barely hanging on, when she forced her blood into his mouth, and she had to hold him down to keep him from gagging.

After a few long, tense moments she pulled back, confident that he would change, and was not startled when Jyou's voice sounded from behind her. "We don't have time to bury him."

"Forget the burial."

He appeared next to her and without a word scooped up the soon-to-be vampire and hoisted the newborn over his shoulder. Mimi went to his left side and the two once again began to run.

"What are we going to do now?" asked her irritated lover and Sire.

She grinned.

"Well, I always wanted to know what it was like outside Japan."

"Think of this sensation has assurance that you are not yet dead."

The male Hunter currently being crucified with pieces of glass silently sobbed; his entire body above his waist was naked and covered in welts, burns, and the white of bone could be seen on places on his arms. His skin was pale but was now interminable due to the blood and wounds covering nearly every inch of skin. Shards of glass, pinning him to a tree, were placed through his wrists and feet.

Oh, and his mouth had been sewn shut.

Mimi, careful not to stain the expensive dress Jyou had bought for her, leaned forward and started licking the man's chest. He whimpered and she shivered in pleasure, hunger growing stronger, as her second face took over.

"Must you play with your food?"

She straightened and turned to watch as Jyou, appearing disdainful, and the vampire she had made nearly a century before, appeared fascinated. She ignored her lover and raised a welcoming hand to the younger vampire.

"Want to feed with me, Ken?"

He smirked grimly and, like sharks, swarmed the man.

The trio had grown smarter as the years passed; they had perfected the art of disposing their kills and had designed better methods and plots for the taking of lives. The family of sorts had also realized to really blend into the human world they needed to be more amiable and interested in the mortals' mundane lives.

They befriend humans, growing in their confidence, and becoming the sorts of friends nearly everyone wanted.

This also landed them wealth and property as some of their friends met with unfortunate ends, always remembering them in their wills. She had also been accumulating, though what she received where titles rather than names; she was no longer only known as the Angel of Death.

No, she was called a great many things now.

Lilith.

The Thief in the Night.

Delilah.

Hunter of Men.

Daughter of Cain.

Princess of Blood.

No one was likely to forget her now.

Ken had found someone.

She watched from the shadows as he approached the lavish apartment of Inoue Miyako, the Japanese-born physic who had been bewitching nearly all of Europe. The woman was pretty, Mimi supposed, with her hazel eyes, thin body, and lavender hair, but would she make a good vampire?

She smirked.

What an oxymoron…

She jumped to the ledge of the apartment window and watched in interest as how Miyako, instead of being frightened of the intruder, remained calm and even embraced Ken as strode up to her.

Mimi guessed it would take a lot to surprise Miyako.

This American Hunter was good; Mimi would give the woman that.

She, Miyako, Ken, and Jyou had only been in New York for three days when the dark haired and eyed woman had tracked them down. They had put up a fight for her, the younger two especially, but in the end Mimi had been giving the honors and the other three were content to watch.

The two women, vampire and mortal, had proven to be equally matched. Neither had won or lost ground for long and Mimi could not remember anyone giving her this much of a challenge ever before.

However, Mimi definitely had one advantage that would win out in the end.

She didn't tire so easily.

The woman was breathing heavily, perspiration dripping from her face, and knew her time was up. She stumbled and Mimi was upon her in the instant, fangs ripping into her, and precious life poured from her.

And she laughed.

Mimi startled.

"What are you laughing about?"

"I placed a curse on you. It was in my blood."

Mimi had no time to react as a great whooshing noise filled her ears and a beautifully eerie light slammed into her, filling her. When it disappeared Mimi felt a horrible sorrow and guilt for the first time in centuries.

The nameless people she had killed paraded in her mind's eye and she could no longer take it.

She heard the shouts of her comrades, the chortling of the Hunter, and made a split-second descion: she ran. She didn't stop until she was far away from everyone else, in a dark forest, and sank to her knees.

The Angel of Death, Lilith, The Thief in the Night, Delilah, Hunter of Men, Daughter of Cain, Princess of Blood curled into a ball and sobbed like a newborn babe.

And somewhere the dark haired Hunter died laughing.

She stayed in those woods a very long time. Her clothes where in shambles now, barely hanging on to her thin frame, her hair was wild and uncombed, and her face was covered in a thin layer of dirt.

In the light hours she slept in a cave or under a pile of leaves and earth. Her main source of food was rats though she was able to obtain the occasional deer or bird. She could no longer think or speak coherently; all her mind could focus on were the memories of the atrocities she committed and all she could speak were insane mutterings.

She wished she was dead.

No one upstairs listened to her.

And so she went on in her existence. People in the surrounding area talked of the ghost of a mad woman cursed to forever walk the Earth. They were closer to the truth than they thought.

And in wind, and in rain, and in snow, and in warmth she suffered.

Until one day when the light was gone and she woke in her cave she saw the dark haired and eyed Hunter. The woman was smirking at her and Mimi found she could not look at her.

"How pathetic…my murderer is reduced to a cowardly maniac. How embarrassing…"

Mimi did not speak.

"What? Not going to speak. Fine I'll do the talking."

Mimi did not even look up.

"Alright…I know you're sorry but what are you accomplishing by going on like this? Nothing."

Mimi lifted her eyes from the ground slightly, listening.

"You suffering like this does nothing, Mimi. If you truly want to make amends, or receive forgiveness, than you have to earn it."

Mimi stayed where she was, but she had risen in a half-crouch.

The woman yelled, "Go Now!" And with that she vanished into thin air.

The vampire stayed there for hours, pondering on the words. She walked to the mouth of the cage and stared out at the world, no longer seeing through a haze of insanity.

Her mind was clear.

Or she had just relinquished control of her madness.

She preferred to think of it as the former rather than the latter.

She had done quite well for herself in the last century. Her current status as a powerful billionaire was the perfect cover for her night time activities.

Namely, stalking and destroying the creatures that went bump in the night.

She hurried into her penthouse apartment and began stuffing has many items as she could into suitcases. There was no way she could take everything with her but she had a well furnished apartment in Tokyo that would have the necessities she couldn't bring with her. It was lucky then, that her desired destination was Japan.

Something was going on back in her homeland.

Something involving Jyou, Miyako, and Ken.

And she was going to stop it.

Suitcase packed and tickets bought, she rushed out of her apartment, barely remembering to lock it, and into the night. She thanked whatever higher power had let her acquire this information on her former friends as she drove to the airport.

It was a good thing her kind loved to talk.

"And that brings us to now," she finished and leaned back into the couch.

The coffee in front of Yamato was cold and untouched and her audience was captivated by her past. The blond man had grabbed hold of her hand and was squeezing it gently and the female werewolf was staring at her in an awed silence.

Mimi managed a weak smile at their responses. "So…does that answer your questions?" They nodded. "So can I ask a question of my own?" They nodded again.

She turned to face Yamato completely and he tensed in anticipation.

"Can you accept me?"

He didn't speak. Instead he leaned forward and kissed her gently, almost innocently, on the lips. She pulled an arm around him, drawing him in closer, when a gagging noise was heard.

Sora rolled her eyes at the new couple.

"Get a room guys…"

"Sora!"

"What?"