The rain slowed but still, heavy drops bombarded the landing zone. Waiting for the plane, five dark cladded figures stood just outside of the special terminal. There were three of them, vampires. And two elder wolves. each one dressed as if they were going to war. The vampires standing in the rain faint flashes of metal, flashes of sharp light appeared as the wind and rain played with the wet gear. The elder wolves standing nearly three heads taller, than the tallest of the three vampires, dressed in black armor from head to boots. The advance metal had a wet shine to it. The high powered advanced weapon attached to their hips. Along with their archaic weapons strapped to their sides. Broad swords and axes. A favorite of wolves. but to tell the truth, there was nothing more satisfying than hand to hand. Sharp claws and fangs. Keen senses of the kill thrilled them more.

But the one we will be paying attention too is the shortest of the group.

The wolves, who were bored, chuckled, hey bar stool…one of them spoke. Neither vampire moved, or answered. One of the elder wolves nudged the other. Tabletop….you….seem aaaa little excited…do you perhaps need to change your undies. Each elder wolf gave a sniff. Each one snickered.

I'm not wearing anything underneath. And I see no problem with that. Throw rugs. The shortest vampire replied. She patted the back of her rump. The other vampires laughed. The elder wolves joined in on the laughter, glad to know that. Samantha. The elder wolf spoke.

In the past, she was known as mimic. The voice of a goddess, she sung like the greats of the genres, jazz, blues, opera, pop, rock even heavy metal music. If they couldn't, wouldn't show up, their voices wrecked by time, alcohol and drug abuse or death. they called her to finish the unfinishable.

Samantha rolled her eyes upward as a strong gust snatched the hood of her wet gear and ripped it away. The cold rain splashed across her face and wind tossed her long hair, but she didn't care. Her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes grabbed a hold of the plane hovering above them as huge chaotic plumes of mist filled the air. The image of manmade machine versus nature sent chills through her tiny body, the corner of her mouth drifted, pushing her flushed cheeks into an oddly serene smile. Her poncho flapped, showing the black body-hugging armor. she brought her small wet hand to her breasts, her eyes shimmering at the sight,

And her other wet hand, small fingers tapped her thigh in a beat. She watched as one of the windows slowly opened. And her heart beat a little faster catching her through the wet glow. A light shining from the heavens. Kuroko Sharai.

She looked worried at first, looking down at the landing pad. Those eyes narrowed, grabbed by her appearance on the tarmac.

Samantha cocked her head, opened her mouth a little wider in a toothy smile, showing the fangs of a hellion. Seeing Kuroko Shirai's' mouth thinned, she knew, she knew. She closed her eyes, took a breath. Samantha, her soft lips moved. Great... She spoke, her mouth mimicking Kurokos', it's you she said in Kuroko's voice. Yes, Samantha answered in an imaginary conversation, cheeks flushed, voice changing each time, small fingers tapping, her voice like the one she was watching went soft, damn vampires.

Samantha's angelic expression beamed, her face shone wet in the harsh light. CUTE ATTACK. The look in Kuroko's eyes sent her heart racing.
She was one never to keep a secret, unless promised, told her long ago... I love you and what I love I make mine. The look Kuroko gave her was not one of shock or fear or anything, her eyes went cold, becoming black voids that could swallow her and never let her go... a turn on for Samantha. I will stake you...bitch. And that was Kuroko Sharia's response.
She hummed during this memory, finger tapping her thigh... And the words soft and low but noticeable. Remembering the video of Kuroko in South America...she couldn't help herself...if only she'd been there.
My monsters are real...mmm mmm… Take a drink of liquid courage... Choose a God you think is there...

Even under the rain, her peach colored cheeks were noticeable. Hurry, hurry, bestie...because when you turn thirty you will be mine all mine….she cocked her head, or sooner if you ask…her lips turned a shade of red, her eyes slipped behind her eyelids, as her blood warmed at the images of things they would do together. her mouth opened as her fangs slipped over her lower lip.

the plane slowly descended to the tarmac bringing her love closer.

Samantha had asked her Mistress a long time ago. she put on her best cute attack face, stood by her mistresses' bed she shared with Anastasia and asked, Can I have Kuroko?…she loves me…I know it.

No answer came.

She asked again. waiting impatiently.

A low groan, a slow gentle movement pulled the pillow tighter.

Mikoto Misaka with her head buried underneath her pillow moaned. Samantha gently lifted the edge of the pillow and asked again and again. Always sure to say please with that toothy smile.

Mikoto rolled her blood shot eyes having not slept for a few days, you know the rules. She closed her eyes, exhaled a breath.

Her breath and smell rolled through the small fluffy tunnel. Samantha quickly inhaled.

Yessss…she nearly yelled, sorry too loud Mistress….Samantha nodded, one…must be at least thirty years old. Two, must have children to carry on the line. Three, must give permission. She gently let the pillow down and gently patted the pillow.

Mikoto Misaka's muffled voice came out from underneath the pillow. I know she won't

I'm sorry Mistress….she stood up from the edge of the bed, turned and scampered away, did you say something?

Great….so annoying…she sighed, and I know she won't

Why do you allow them access to our bedroom? Anastasia's tired voice blew warmly over the back of her neck.

Because she would just yell from the door. Mikoto rolled her head over and looked her in the eyes. She sniffed and touched the tip of her nose to Anastasia's nose and they both smiled. And I know she won't. She dozed off.