Miyu sat staring longingly at the clock, exhausted from the day's effort of keeping up with N'sync-minded logic. She had done her classwork without even looking at the page, and was patiently waiting for lunch so she could go home and apologize to Larva for what she had done to him the night before, though he hadn't seemed to mind too much at the time. The minute hand crept closer to the twelve, closer meaning now it was on the six rather than the five. She sighed. This was going to be a very long day. Maybe instead of apologizing to Larva, she would rape him again instead, just to pick things up a bit. She caught a snatch of the conversation still going on on the other side of the room
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
She sighed. She seemed to do that a lot. She hoped it burned calories. Then again, raping Larva probably burned calories, too. The minute hand moved one mark forward, and Miyu threw a fireball at it, stalking out of the classroom to the sound of the fire alarm going off, which half the student body took to be the lunch bell as students flooded into the cafeteria, ignoring the frantic squawking of the lunch ladies that they hadn't finished grinding up the gophers yet. The janitor was still disconsolately mopping his floor, even as children flooded over him, and Miyu faded back into her own realm. And was treated to the sight of Larva, minus his cloak, apparently wearing a little girl's kimono. Miyu smiled. Perhaps the day wasn't going to be so boring after all.

Himiko wandered as much as the five by five foot porch would allow.
"Um um um.....I really don't know why I ran out so fast. Something important...that vampire...yes! The junior high school! THAT'S the root of the attacks, I just know it!"
Himiko zipped to her car and drove at eighty through the school zone to park her car next to a large bright fuchsia van. She walked the grounds, through groups of eating students, keeping half an eye out for something suspicious. She saw a gathered group of girls around what appeared to be a basketball court. She sauntered over, and stopped as she spied the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. Ooooo she thought.
"I WANT!" she screamed, and the girls turned to stare at her. "Um, who's the stud?"
"That's Ranka. She's butch."
"WHAT?!?"
"Oh, you mean Kei. He's new here. His parents are successful businessmen-"
"Both of them?"
"Yeah, it's a weird family. He doesn't talk much."
"Grrrr."
Himiko searched through her bag, looking for something to aid her now clear goal of getting Kei into bed. She found a cross, a bottle of holy water, a rather sticky knife, something not mentioned so as not to taint any young minds, and finally found a drawing of a doll a man had given her in lieu of payment. She crumpled it, and threw it at the boy as he was about to shoot. It rebounded off the back of his head, making him flinch and cannon the ball into the ring of watchers in front of him, rendering several of them dead. He turned, staring at the marauding ball of paper.
"OOOHH!" Himiko wailed, "that's miiiiiiiiine!" She flailed onto the court to come face to face with Kei. "WOW! MAMA WANT! Um, I mean thank you."
"Uh, interesting drawing," he said, smoothing it out and handing it back to her. He favored Himiko with a small smile, and said "I like dolls." With that he turned and walked off the court to meet the butch girl originally in question.
Kei walked toward Ranka, smiling slightly, leaving the slut behind. She was kind of pretty, and seemed to have the same interests as him, but he just didn't have any money. Ranka fell in beside him as they walked off campus into the surrounding woods. They came to a small cabin, and went inside. Kei immediately fell to groping Ranka, who pried him off gently.
"Kei..."
"Do you have it? What I need to be immortal?"
Ranka stood puzzled for a moment, since this was the first time she had heard anything of that nature. "Uh...sure."
Kei giggled gently. "Oooo, I am sooo pretty!"
You puss Ranka thought to herself. Aloud, she said, "Yes, just a little longer now, and we can be together forever." For some reason that didn't seem to cheer him up. He shrugged, and fell to groping Ranka again. She let him, since this is what she wanted in the first place.
Miyu sat outside the window, still slightly flushed from chasing Larva around with a machete, trying to peel off the dress. Among other things. A very pretty boy and a girl shinma were in a passionate groping session. Miyu marveled him for a second, not thinking passionate thoughts, then decided finally that she would drink his blood, Ranka or no. She knew Ranka already, from a rather unfortunate instance with dead people, bunnies, bubbles and such. She seemed to have exhibited a severe giggling disorder last time Miyu saw her, and an unholy tendency toward dolls. Miyu wasn't incredibly fond of her. Neither was Larva, but then, he wasn't fond of many people. He found it more fun to stalk them. Miyu giggled gently, then left until Ranka tired of sucking on her new toy. She knew there was a shinma near that she was supposed to be hunting, not Ranka, but she had yet to search fully. She took the route Himiko's unfortunate mind took, which was to go to the junior high. Lunch had ended, and the day was almost done. Miyu didn't care, and wandered the halls by herself. She saw Himiko standing by the water faucet, holding down the lever to get a drink, then releasing as soon as her mouth got near. She kept trying for about ten minutes, until she got frustrated and stalked to the office to complain about their defective faucets. Miyu decided to toy with her mind a bit.
Himiko walked into the office, opening her mouth with words that would singe maidenly ears, and stopped dead. There was no one there. She peered about inquisitively. Still no one. She ventured to peek in a drawer, then a cup of coffee, but they persisted in staying gone. Then everything went dark. In a fit of uncharacteristically rational behavior, Himiko gasped, and shouted out "Who's there?" Then she darted straight into the wall. Miyu appeared in front of her, or what would be her front if she had not been pressed nose-first into the light switch.
Himiko murmured something Miyu was sure she was fortunate to miss, and pushed herself away. "You!" Himiko deduced.
"I noticed," Miyu replied, "but to get down to business-"
"Nnnyeezz," Himiko giggled evilly, then elaborately raised her arm and, reaching into her coat pocket, very deliberately and obviously threw a wad of paper at Miyu. She bent down to pick it up, and unfolded it.
"What's this? Whoa! That's pretty damn wei-"
Himiko snatched away the paper, and crumpled it up, stuffing it back in her pocket. Miyu smiled. "A receipt for a bottle of banana flavored motion lotion?"
Himiko huffed and pulled out a water balloon, hefting it about five times to test the weight, then finally launching it at Miyu, who easily sidestepped, soaking Larva behind her. She turned to him and, licking him, said, "Holy water? How quaint."
Gagging noises were coming from behind Larva's mask, and Himiko smiled proudly. "Took it from a monk on third street."
"But you missed, Himiko..."
She tilted back her head. "DDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMN YYYOOOOOOUU!!!!!!!"
"Would you like to leave a message?"
Himiko stared at the receptionist, who stared back at her warily. "Where were you two minutes ago?"
"Uh...........monogrammed pencil?"
"Ooo!" Himiko snatched the pencil that said 'Bev' on it, and left the office clutching it with both hands.
Miyu giggled, and Larva continued to gag, equally for Miyu licking him and his thoughts as to what exactly Himiko would do with motion lotion.
Himiko skipped out of the office, giggling. One of the students looked worriedly at her. Himiko stopped to stare at her, so she could see what her t-shirt said. The student took this for a sign of invitation, and stepped forward. "You know, miss, running with pointy things is bad bad bad."
"Are you really a sexy bitch?" The student stared confusedly at Himiko, until she pointed and said, "That's what your shirt says you are..."
The little girl's face darkened, and she pulled out a set of brass knuckles, prompting Himiko to give up for the day and return home with her life and, what she had deluded herself about, her sanity.
She sauntered out to the student parking lot, where a ticket was pinned to her car's windshield, still parked next to the fuchsia van. The signature on the bottom was in an ancient script, flowing and elegant. Himiko assumed that meant she wouldn't have to pay it, and stuffed it into her purse.
She arrived in her driveway, defeated, and turned off the engine. She grabbed her purse and got out, lost in the bottomless abyss of a vacuum she mistook for thought. She opened her door, and walked in, stripping off her clothes as she did so, stuffing them under the sofa. Which seemed to be in a different place than she remembered. She tried to saunter into the kitchen, and ran into a wall, which also seemed to be in a different spot than she remembered it. She swayed into the doorway leading into the kitchen, and found a family of four sitting at her table, for some reason staring startled at her.
She eyed them quizzically, then her mood darkened. If THAT VAMPIRE could make people disappear, then she could make people appear.
"I know what you're here for...." Himiko began darkly. The sixteen year old boy had broken into a nose bleed. She stuck her tongue out at him for interrupting. She then continued. "An ah noh wha yo dunna-" she put her tongue back in her mouth, -do."
"And....what would that be?" the mother asked, who had placed herself between her family and Himiko, mostly to block her from their sight.
"Um.....hey! Whaddid you do with my clock?!?"
"That would be my wall."
"Oh. Um...am I at the right house?"
"Probably not," the adolescent boy grinned. "I'll show you my room, to see if you recognize anything.
Suzie strolled down the street in the night air, enjoying the quiet lull of the neighborhood resting. With a deafening crash, a naked woman clad only in a pair of leather boots came sailing out one of one of the windows of the house next to her, followed by an irate housewife wielding what appeared to be a fifty pound Wisk, and a small but hopeful looking sixteen year old boy. Suzie fled the scene.
She ran panting for three more blocks, just to make sure none of them were following her. Larva followed close behind, until Miyu found him and snagged him off to find the shinma she had been sensing. This time, when they ventured into the school, they made sure no one else was there.