Arachniphiliac: Ever wondered about ol' Larva? Is there more to him than meets the eye? (no, I'm NOT talking about what's under his cloak! Well.....no! Wait! No I'm not!) *Slaps herself* Anyway. How does he manage to do all the stuff you wouldn't imagine him doing? Here's a...um.....an amusing take on the situation
Stranger in the Night
The velvety folds of night were happy to caress the figure which slunk through the darkness on an even darker purpose. The setting was a typical small-town city, or small-city town. One which you wouldn't expect a vampire to reside.
Miyu carefully stalked the rooftops, keeping an eye out on the surrounding scenery to locate the Shinma she had been sensing for the past few days. Her senses led her to the back of a store building, where a misshapen demon-type was apathetically draped over a trashcan, picking it's toes. It looked up as she hit the ground after jumping off the roof, and brought it down again as she puffed up, sticking out her chest to address it.
"Evil diezen of the dark.." she began, "You have invaded the realm of actuality where humans live, and you have desecrated.."
Larva hung slightly behind and off to her left, behind a dumpster, out of sight just in case he was needed so he could pop out and it would seem he was popping out of the air, lending an air of impressiveness to any difficult situation. He was finding hard to concentrate tonight, and merely let his mind wander to what he felt were more pressing issues.
"....return you to the Dark from which you came. Larva!"
Larva leaped to her command, stumbling out not quite gracefully as he would have hoped, as his knees were clenched together. He flopped over to Miyu's side, flinging out his hand to hurriedly snatch the flame from Miyu, who looked slightly startled at his haste, and threw it at the Shinma, who hadn't moved since Miyu's tirade had begun. The Shinma apathetically burst into flames, until nothing was left of him but a purple afterimage burnt into Larva's eyes.
He spun to face Miyu. "Well that certainly went great I have to go, why don't you go on with out me I'll catch up!" He gave her a hearty slap on the back and fled.
Miyu picked herself up off the ground. 'What's with him?'
"AAAuuughhh!!!!" Larva fled wailing into the nearest park. He slammed into a tree, grabbing the trunk to hold himself upright. He stepped back hurriedly and hiked up his cloak. He proceeded to relieve himself on the tree.
"Ahh..." He smiled lethargically. "That's the stuff..."
"That man's gotta peepee mommy."
He spun with a shriek, thankfully finished, and dropped his cloak before the offended eyes of a single mother and her three children returning from dinner at a restaurant. He gave them an apologetic smile.
"Uh..." The mother screamed and grabbed her children, running from the park. Larva slapped himself on the head.
"Well that was gross..." His mission accomplished, he returned to the small apartment he and Miyu had rented on the edge of town. He tiptoed up the stairs, pressing himself to the wall, in order to prevent any further mishaps. The curtains of the neighboring apartment twitched, and Larva knew that the neighbor was trying to catch sight of him again, since a night of carelessness had let him get a glimpse of the over six-foot tall bishonen Shinma, an unusual occurrence to say the least. Larva ducked into the elevator to hide, waiting until the shadowy figure had moved away before rushing to Miyu's door, yanking the handle. Damn. She had forgotten to unlock the door again. He sighed, and pulled his arms inside his cloak to rummage in various cubbyholes for his keys.
The door swung open, with Miyu standing holding the handle.
"What ARE you doing?"
Larva looked up guiltily. This probably did seem a little improper. He pulled his arms out again. "Uh...looking for my key?"
She sighed, and stepped away. He followed into the apartment. Since neither of them seemed to need much, the rooms were all bare, and the kitchen was nearly desolate. He peered at the table, where Miyu's homework was spread out. He didn't know why he kept expecting there to be food. He felt that Miyu sometimes forgot he had needs. Needs like a functioning bathroom. Miyu never seemed to care to pay the water bill, since she didn't drink the stuff, and she always used the bathroom at school if she needed it, which wasn't often, since all her nourishment was liquid and nearly all was absorbed into her system. Larva, however, was not a blood drinker, and sometimes wondered if Miyu ever noticed that he never did anything in front of her to provide for himself. He stood silently behind her, dignity incarnate again, and she turned from where she had seated herself to wrap her arms around his waist. He gently put his hand on top of her head in response, and she stood up.
"I think it's time we rest."
He followed her to the bedroom, where she changed into a modest nightgown and lay down to sleep. He lay down next to her as he was, booted and completely clothed. She took it for granted that he wore other things OTHER than the cloak, things that were uncomfortable and not good to sleep in. He snuggled in next to her and pretended to sleep as she softly began to snore.
The next day Larva was up when Miyu woke, as usual. She smiled at him blearily, then climbed out of bed to put on her school uniform and gather her things, pausing in the act of leaving to turn and say, "I'm going to school, Larva."
'Just like the thousands of other times every morning!' he echoed sardonically in his mind. He just stared at her blankly, and she smiled at him and left.
He let out a breath. Time to run the gauntlet.
Larva peeked out of the door to the apartment. No one was watching, so he moved to emerge the rest of the way, carrying his cloak under his arm along with his undergear, everything except his breeches and an undershirt which he had managed to filch from K-mart, which his body was currently using to keep itself decent. He moved swiftly down the stairs, past an astonished bellboy, and out the door, using the back alleys to come to the Laundromat where his day of difficulty would begin.
He opened the back door a crack, and, seeing no one among the steam and equipment, snuck the rest of the way in with his bundle under his arm. He came to the door separating the back of the store from the rest, and opened it slyly, peering in at the various people. All seemed to be occupied. He picked his victim, a small woman with an orange tan and bleached hair doing an assorted load of grandma-style underwear. He swept into the room. The woman had time for one astonished stare before Larva casually vaulted her into another plane of existence. He flung open the door to the spinning washing machine and yanked the woman's soggy panties out, depositing them on the floor and stuffing his own clothes in.
He peered around and, finding merely a small astonished bald man and a lethargic teenager trying to open a door with his head, sauntered casually out. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them over his crimson eyes. Now that the easy part was finished.....
To be continued.....yes.....I seem to be saying that a lot
Stranger in the Night
The velvety folds of night were happy to caress the figure which slunk through the darkness on an even darker purpose. The setting was a typical small-town city, or small-city town. One which you wouldn't expect a vampire to reside.
Miyu carefully stalked the rooftops, keeping an eye out on the surrounding scenery to locate the Shinma she had been sensing for the past few days. Her senses led her to the back of a store building, where a misshapen demon-type was apathetically draped over a trashcan, picking it's toes. It looked up as she hit the ground after jumping off the roof, and brought it down again as she puffed up, sticking out her chest to address it.
"Evil diezen of the dark.." she began, "You have invaded the realm of actuality where humans live, and you have desecrated.."
Larva hung slightly behind and off to her left, behind a dumpster, out of sight just in case he was needed so he could pop out and it would seem he was popping out of the air, lending an air of impressiveness to any difficult situation. He was finding hard to concentrate tonight, and merely let his mind wander to what he felt were more pressing issues.
"....return you to the Dark from which you came. Larva!"
Larva leaped to her command, stumbling out not quite gracefully as he would have hoped, as his knees were clenched together. He flopped over to Miyu's side, flinging out his hand to hurriedly snatch the flame from Miyu, who looked slightly startled at his haste, and threw it at the Shinma, who hadn't moved since Miyu's tirade had begun. The Shinma apathetically burst into flames, until nothing was left of him but a purple afterimage burnt into Larva's eyes.
He spun to face Miyu. "Well that certainly went great I have to go, why don't you go on with out me I'll catch up!" He gave her a hearty slap on the back and fled.
Miyu picked herself up off the ground. 'What's with him?'
"AAAuuughhh!!!!" Larva fled wailing into the nearest park. He slammed into a tree, grabbing the trunk to hold himself upright. He stepped back hurriedly and hiked up his cloak. He proceeded to relieve himself on the tree.
"Ahh..." He smiled lethargically. "That's the stuff..."
"That man's gotta peepee mommy."
He spun with a shriek, thankfully finished, and dropped his cloak before the offended eyes of a single mother and her three children returning from dinner at a restaurant. He gave them an apologetic smile.
"Uh..." The mother screamed and grabbed her children, running from the park. Larva slapped himself on the head.
"Well that was gross..." His mission accomplished, he returned to the small apartment he and Miyu had rented on the edge of town. He tiptoed up the stairs, pressing himself to the wall, in order to prevent any further mishaps. The curtains of the neighboring apartment twitched, and Larva knew that the neighbor was trying to catch sight of him again, since a night of carelessness had let him get a glimpse of the over six-foot tall bishonen Shinma, an unusual occurrence to say the least. Larva ducked into the elevator to hide, waiting until the shadowy figure had moved away before rushing to Miyu's door, yanking the handle. Damn. She had forgotten to unlock the door again. He sighed, and pulled his arms inside his cloak to rummage in various cubbyholes for his keys.
The door swung open, with Miyu standing holding the handle.
"What ARE you doing?"
Larva looked up guiltily. This probably did seem a little improper. He pulled his arms out again. "Uh...looking for my key?"
She sighed, and stepped away. He followed into the apartment. Since neither of them seemed to need much, the rooms were all bare, and the kitchen was nearly desolate. He peered at the table, where Miyu's homework was spread out. He didn't know why he kept expecting there to be food. He felt that Miyu sometimes forgot he had needs. Needs like a functioning bathroom. Miyu never seemed to care to pay the water bill, since she didn't drink the stuff, and she always used the bathroom at school if she needed it, which wasn't often, since all her nourishment was liquid and nearly all was absorbed into her system. Larva, however, was not a blood drinker, and sometimes wondered if Miyu ever noticed that he never did anything in front of her to provide for himself. He stood silently behind her, dignity incarnate again, and she turned from where she had seated herself to wrap her arms around his waist. He gently put his hand on top of her head in response, and she stood up.
"I think it's time we rest."
He followed her to the bedroom, where she changed into a modest nightgown and lay down to sleep. He lay down next to her as he was, booted and completely clothed. She took it for granted that he wore other things OTHER than the cloak, things that were uncomfortable and not good to sleep in. He snuggled in next to her and pretended to sleep as she softly began to snore.
The next day Larva was up when Miyu woke, as usual. She smiled at him blearily, then climbed out of bed to put on her school uniform and gather her things, pausing in the act of leaving to turn and say, "I'm going to school, Larva."
'Just like the thousands of other times every morning!' he echoed sardonically in his mind. He just stared at her blankly, and she smiled at him and left.
He let out a breath. Time to run the gauntlet.
Larva peeked out of the door to the apartment. No one was watching, so he moved to emerge the rest of the way, carrying his cloak under his arm along with his undergear, everything except his breeches and an undershirt which he had managed to filch from K-mart, which his body was currently using to keep itself decent. He moved swiftly down the stairs, past an astonished bellboy, and out the door, using the back alleys to come to the Laundromat where his day of difficulty would begin.
He opened the back door a crack, and, seeing no one among the steam and equipment, snuck the rest of the way in with his bundle under his arm. He came to the door separating the back of the store from the rest, and opened it slyly, peering in at the various people. All seemed to be occupied. He picked his victim, a small woman with an orange tan and bleached hair doing an assorted load of grandma-style underwear. He swept into the room. The woman had time for one astonished stare before Larva casually vaulted her into another plane of existence. He flung open the door to the spinning washing machine and yanked the woman's soggy panties out, depositing them on the floor and stuffing his own clothes in.
He peered around and, finding merely a small astonished bald man and a lethargic teenager trying to open a door with his head, sauntered casually out. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them over his crimson eyes. Now that the easy part was finished.....
To be continued.....yes.....I seem to be saying that a lot
