The next few moments were as exciting as watching an old man fish on a hot day. which Sabrina was doing her best to imitate. She was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and her head in her palm and a bored look on her face. The thin red string twitched, sagged as if a small fish were taking bait. She tapped the line wrapped around her finger. Despite her bored look, her eyes flickered like lightning in the distance. She was waiting, feeling the tension along the thin red strand.

The thin red string slowly slipped away, taking the slack from on the floor, disappearing into the nothing. Kuroko standing to the side, watched with a worried expression and knitted brow as the slack disappeared into nothing. Then…

Smack!

Ouch! Samantha squeezed her hand… Why'd 'you do that? Biting her lip.

The diminutive, undressed vampire frowned. Which turned into a mischievous grin. Like a kid caught trying to steal candy, tilted her head, lifting her eyebrows. Like it a little rough? … She said, I understand, she spoke with a nod.

She'd tried, as she stood close, slowly move her hand, sneaking her pinky out to take a hold of Kuroko's hand. Only to be resoundingly, violently rejected.

I'll stake youYou…


Crap! Followed by a heavy, painful thud. The soft sound of flesh hitting something hard. And painful moan.

The thin red string snapped. Sabrina with her face slammed against the floor, blood splattered, her arm disappearing into the nothing, Shit! Yanking back.

Sabrina! Samantha shouted. Moving with the speed of an alpha vampire. She disappeared and reappeared crouching over Sabrina, slipped her arms underneath and pulled. The thin red string dug deep into her arm as they yanked her. The vampires joined, grabbing hold of each other, and pulled.

I… Told… That… Damn… She slowly regained control, cat… Not to… Pull! Dammit! She ordered.

The line quickly jerked, trembled, and tightened. Trickles of blood seeped along the slim red string. She rolled her arm, wrapped it around her fist and pulled to get a better grip.

Kuroko reached out, I can teleport…she raised her voice, wanting to help.

No, shaking her head, we don't know who or what it is… She struggled as she spoke. This is my fight… Sabrina growled, do you mind… Sam…she laughed, if you're going to grope me then a little lower?

How about both? She said, moving a hand over Sabrina's breast and the other slipped between her thighs.

Kuroko rolled her eyes, seeing the consenting sexual assault between the two, perverts… Even when

I Like it a little rough, Sabrina said, taking a step back, besides… Biting her lip, need the extra motivation… Now… You stupid cat! She yanked as if she was setting the hook.

POP!

It was a wet sounding pop, like someone had slipped their tongue into the top of a soda bottle and pulled her tongue. POP!

A small black form shot out as the line fell backwards. It tumbled, landed on its paws.

Ack! Ack!

The cat arched its back, lurched and heaved, ACK! It wheezed over and over.

Hairball? Kuroko fretted her brow, confused and overall disturbed by the sight of the black cat painfully contorting, it's hacking up a hairball!

You can let go… Sabrina said, unfortunately.

She was lying on top of Samantha, who was lying on top of another. They had fallen like dominoes. And yet, despite the chaos, Samantha still groped Sabrina's breast. This time she had her hand inside the front of the robe, and other hand underneath between her thighs. Sabrina blushed… Now that I'm on edge… I really hate to stop you right now but…she reached down between her legs, pulled Samantha's hand out.

Cat! She stood up.

Without answering, it raised on its hind legs, body straight, head staring at the ceiling. Its belly swelling like a balloon and then opened its mouth.

uuuurrrrrpppp….

It was a sound, disgusting as if coming from the deepest cavern…uurrpp!

Its throat swelled, spit, saliva, chunks of something slowly emerged and rolled from its mouth. Pieces clung to its teeth. The black cat fell forward with a thump of its paws hitting the floor. Then threw up a massive combination of something grotesque and vile.

Is that my sandwich! Salem!, she asked, sounding a little surprised but concerned, walked over, grabbed the scruff of its neck. You said you didn't take it. glaring eye to eye.

She shook it. Wet, smelly chunks scattered and splattered… Anything…else?

it nodded and explosively hacked again.

Her eyes opened wide, surprised. Is that… that is? … A duck?

It meowed pathetically. Bits fell from its lip.

What do you mean, maybe? She cradled it close. Like a concerned mother holding a child. Gently patting its back as it hacked and heaved. It looked pathetic, tired. Its body hanging limp in her arms, long thin strains of saliva and whatnot dripped, stretched from its mouth to a chunky pool on the ground. Red rivulets dripped from matted clumps of its fur, creating little red splotches in the vile mess.

It's okay… Sabrina whispered over and over, it's okay. Softy stoking its fur.

I told you… In and out… Did I not… Her hand turned red with each stroke, if I would've lost you… She sighed, held him to her cheek. I don't know what… She hesitated, bringing the cat to her lap as she kneeled to the floor. The side of her face red with his blood.

She looked at something, stared at it. she took her hand and picked through the concoction. She found it and picked it up, leaned back, looking astonished.

Is that? Samantha was the first to ask. Seeing it.

The same as what you are hiding underneath your foot when I arrived… Sabrina answered. She sniffed, slipped it into her mouth and pulled it out. Smacked her lips and swallowed.

Not the worst thing I've swallowed… She licked her lips. Samantha, she said, holding out her hand, let me see…her fingers moving in a gimme motion.

No… Samantha shook her head, not on your

the atmosphere turned heavy and unforgiving. It was as if somebody had thrown down a gauntlet in a challenge. And each took up the gauntlet.

Sabrina and Samantha gazed at each other like predators eyeing a carcass.

I just want to… She said with a mischievous smile. I know what you want, Samantha answered just as mischievously.

It's a feather… Kuroko said without a care, shrugged her shoulders, what's the big deal?

Is not because it's a feather…Came voice of a human boy.

Kuroko looked over and saw him. The waif like boy wearing a butler's uniform standing by the doorway. The light of the hallway shining behind him. He was holding the end of the thin red string. And if she'd noticed he had no shadow.

Oh… Kuroko smiled, hey it's your butler. She said as she pointed.

He's not mine. Samantha replied, still locked on Sabrina. He's not? Kuroko wrinkled her brow.

I'm offended… He answered, to think I would serve something so lowly as…

Bite me bitch! Samantha growled. If you insist, he said with a smirk that grew larger.

It was a smile of a perverse smile. The corners of his mouth stretched almost to his ears. And inside that grin he had two sets of fangs. One set was natural to all vampires, and another set appeared lower. Like scissors, they slipped along each other in an eerie spine-tingling caress of sharp edges.

But you are…Kuroko hesitate, stopped herself from finishing.


She'd knew of the classification of vampires. like wolves, there are many levels based on age and strength. the top levels were Goddess, Queen and Hellion. but somewhere in the gray area between Queen and Hellion was the unclassified. they were old and possesses one or more of the 35 types of mystical powers. the only way to distinguish them from normal vampires was the extra set of fangs that lined their lower jaw. they were extremely rare.


The room turned cold, and she shivered, pulled her bathrobe tighter. The waif like boy in the butler uniform understood. He covered his mouth, cleared his throat, Mistress Megumi owns this. spread his hands out wide. And me… She is who I serve.

The room temperature returned to comfortable.

And she is ready to see you… He smiled a normal smile. Or if you like to hang around with this rabble… He waved his hand nonchalantly I'm sure she'd wait for you… He said arrogantly, I think. Or, puckering his mouth, nodding his head, pretending to approve. Are you ready…?

Kuroko teleported into the bedroom. Okay… Let's go… shouting from the bedroom. She reappeared as she walked to the door. He followed.

She's at the mansion. He said, you know the way? There was a hint of concern, but he knew she knew.

Kuroko stood in the hallway, relieved to be out of that situation. She nodded, and quickly, as if planned. She disappeared.


He took a deep breath, held it, exhaled as he straightened his outfit. He turned, glared at them. Both locked in a battle of intimidation.

Knock it off… He grunted, behaving like two spoiled children. You both have something of value. taking a few steps towards them, The fact both of you do not have permission to be in this room. You should consider yourselves lucky. He said as he dropped his chin, deliberately smiled, his eyes blazed in intimidation. I don't fault you. But… The goddess's rules are is such… You find it… You keep it or kill for it. but not in here. Understand… Or do I have to take it from both of you, little girls?

No…Sabrina shook her head.

No…Samantha nodded.

Fine… The fact you both have an angel's feather is concerning. I must report this…

Samantha nodded, taking the feather from her hair, held it by the stem.

White with bits of gray… She said, admiring it, turning it, letting the light filter through, running her finger along the quills.

It's a warrior's feather, he said. Arch Angel? Maybe? And that's concerning.

Sabrina, Samantha nodded.

Sabrina… He said, do what you must. Yours is fresh from battle…

So, she interrupted, it has bits of angels' DNA… A lot of potential magic and remedies… She laughed, I can live with it.

Samantha nodded.

Great… Then you both get to live… He smiled and faded like morning fog.