Hello, this is my first real Supernatural fic. I know, Sailor Moon is pretty supernatural, but that doesn't qulaify. Weel, anyways, on with this disclaimer. FYI, there will be some things from Outlaw Star, but not mentioned often. All I will be using is the Ctral-Ctrals. It's pronounced Ka-tarl- el Ka-tral-el. If you've never seen Outlaw Star before, they're a race of superior beings that have superstrength and turn into beasts. Some turn into beasts that are like giant tigers, Like Aisha Clan-Clan. And some turn into wolf creatures, like that one lady from the shadow-boxing club. I will make some people Ctral-Ctrals. Well, as you know, I own no one unless I tell you that I do. Done with that, now on with the first chapter!
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Dancing alone in the mass of people dancing along with her, the young woman allowed her eyes to sweep the crowd again. The music blared from the speakers. People's breath smelled of alocholic drinks. Sweat covered some of their bodies. She closed her emerald green eyes and continued dancing to the sultry beat.
A man sitting at a table watched this young woman in facination. There was something about her, something that was not quite right. His keen senses picked up on it right away. For a few hours more, he watched her move her elegant body to the beat. Then he rose from his table, left a tip, and walked out of the dark dance club into the darker night. The wind blew slightly, whispering of death ahead. The man smiled as he thought of these tings. How silly it seemed that he thought about the wind talking.
Walking in totaly silence, his jacket swishing every now and then, the man spotted a weeping child sitting in a gutter. He walked up to her and placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. The child launched herself into his arms and cried on his shoulder. He patted her back gently and swept her dirty locks of raven hair away from her neck. Gently, he bit the flesh there and sucked the blood out gently. Life drained from her and went into him. The small child didn't put up much of a fight and was dead in minutes. He placed her back down and walked off into the night. As much as he hadn't liked to do that, he'd helped the girl somewhat. Her life would have been filled with misery and sorrow, and he'd saved her from that. Now she could be a little angel in Heaven. *If there is a Heaven,* he mused to himself. He smiled and as he walked past a streetlamp, the light reflected off of one of his oversized canine teeth and glittered. *Vampire,* his mind said. *Child of the night. Forever cursed to wander the lonely street. Leaving death and distruction behind it.*
(Back in the dance club.......)
After a few more hours of dancing, the young woman pushed her way through the crowd and came to a table with a handsome man and sat down.
"Having fun, little one," he asked in a teasing tone.
"I've told you not to call me that," she growled, cat-like fangs starting to show.
"Temper, temper, kitten," he mocked. "Wouldn't want to give the game away, now would we."
"Don't try it, Treeze," she said. "You know that I could kill you if I wanted. My kind and your kind have been fierce enemies for all of time. My kind hunted your kind for fun and slaughtered them. I won't hesitate to kill you if you give me reason."
"Why, Lita," he said in his cultured voice. "I never thought that you would get so snippy when you need to feed."
"Happens everytime," she said, putting her face in her hands. "You wouldn't know because I usually don't have to drag you around with me. I can't really tell if it's a good thing that you're here or not."
"Why don't you just feed and get it over with," Treeze asked with a slight note of frustration in his voice. "It's not like we have all night, you know."
"Why don't you just shut up and get out of here before I feed off of you," she growled, turning her eyes on him, the eyes that now looked like a cat's.
"Touchy, touchy," was all he said before he got up and left.
"Stupid vampires," she growled at his retreating back. "Always think they own the world. If I didn't need him, I'd kill him."
Suddenly, she stood and left. She didn't even bother to pay for the tip. The bartender knew to put it on her tab. She walked out onto the streets and walked to wherever her feet were going to carry her. She soon walked past an alleyway where there laid a dead child. At first, she thought nothing of it. *Treeze is starting to get careless about his victims,* Lita thought to herself. *Funny, he usually goes for the teenage women to the ones in their early thirtes. Oh well, a vampire will be a vampire.*
She heard a woman scream and ran towards the sound. A woman, in her teenage years, was being attacked by a man. At first, Lita leaned back to watch. Then she realized that this wasn't Treeze. She immedatly lept foward and tackled the man. He grunted and fell, caught off guard. She used her lightining-quick reflexes to jump up before the man could catch her. She looked up at the moon, which was full. There was something about this man that wasn't quite right. He was definatly not human and he wasn't one of 'her' kind. If she would need to, she could transform and battle this man since the full moon would bring her to full power.
"Who do you think you are," she growled, her fangs bared.
"What do you mean," the guy shouted. "You're the one coming along attacking me when I was trying to have my dinner! Who do you think you are?"
In that moment, Lita got a good look at his face and realized what he was. His smooth, pale face was flawless. His cobalt eyes were unwordly. She saw the light playing on his fangs. His long hair, pulled back into a braid that reached his waist, swished behind him and his bangs, which fell into his face, gave him a certain look of a small, joyful child.
"Vampire," she hissed in French, the language that most vampires spoke.
"What did you say," he asked, extremly confused.
"You're a vampire, no," she asked, her french accent coming through again. "Why do you not speak the language?"
"What language," he asked, still confused. "I'm a vampire, but what are you?"
"You don't know," she asked in disbelief. "How can you be a vampire and not know? You should know what I am and fear me because of it."
"What are you talking about," he asked, getting really frustrated.
"Nevermind," she said, glancing up at the moon once more. "We have no time for an explination nor is this the time."
Before he could asked more questions, she darted foward and knocked the screaming teenager out stone cold. She then turned and flashed the vampire a smile.
"You're a vampire, too," he asked excitedly.
"No," she said. "I'm something far different. Now, you should get out of here before I destory you. I'm giving you the chance to get away, so go. And if there are any other vampires in this area, tell them to beware. The tigress is here."
With that said, Lita grabbed the teen-girl's wrist and bit into it. She sucked the blood out until the girl was almost dead and then straightened up once more. She wiped little splotches of blood off of her cheek and turned to leave.
"Remember this warning, vampire," she called over her shoulder. "It will be your last. I'll find you soon and answer your questions. Later, child of the night."
The vampire watched as she walked away, her short leather skirt that looked like it might ride-up at any moment, her leather jacket swung over her shoulder casually, revealing her little black tank-top and pale arms. Her image was, at that moment, forever engraved into his memory. He smiled one of his devil-may-care smiles at the prospect of seeing her again. Then her remembered her advice about telling any other vampires to beware. He started the walk back to the mansion that he and his 'friends' shared. *The tigress,* he thought. *I wonder when I'll see her again.*
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Lita rushed home as quick as she could, which only took her two minutes when it would have taken a human 10 minutes. She opened the door and heard feminine giggles, along with the husky laugh that she knew was about to come. She sighed and walked into the living room, plopping down on the expensive sofa and watching the scene play before her.
Treeze had brought home his dinner, a pretty hooker off of the streets. She thought that this was just another job, but that showed how much she knew. She sat down on Treeze's lap, facing him, one leg on either side of his. Giggling, she leaned in for a kiss. But he turned her head and kissed her neck. He soon started to feed from her, but she didn't seem to notice. She just chewed on his thumb lightly with her front teeth, moaning every now and then. But the life was sucked out of her and transferred into Treeze. Lita watched as the life returned to his cheeks. He was soon finished with the hooker, and she laid dead in his arms. He moved her to the floor and grabbed his glass of wine. He swirled the purple liquid around in the glass then sipped it thoughtful, peering at her over the rim.
"Did you enjoy that show, kitten," he asked with a smile.
"You vampires are sick," she sneered. "Disgusting and perverted."
"I like to play with my dinner before I eat it," he said lightly. "And I suppose that Ctral-Ctrals are better?"
"We are," she said, her french accent taking on an aloof tone. "We get the job done and we don't play around. We aren't morbid like vampires."
"Whatever you say, kitten," he said with a laugh. "Did you feed already?"
"I've had the mortal blood," she said, her voice slightly forlorn.
"Sounds like someone is having regrets," he teased.
"Excuse me for having compassion," she snorted. "I forgot that you were just a cold, unfeeling vamipre that couldn't feel a thing even if it wanted to."
"Clam down, kitten," he said seriously. "Remember what happened last time."
"Last time, I tranformed and went on a rampage and nearly killed you," she said. "It was instinct. Nothing I could do. Comes from Vampire blood deprovation. Now, are you quite through? I would like to get this over with."
"You don't like sucking on my wrist, kitten," he asked in an innocent tone. Lita growled at him, clearly warning him to stop his joking and get on with the routine.
Treeze heled out his right arm, and she grabbed his hand. She bit him, right below the nerve that connected his index finger and his thumb. She allowed her fangs to sink into his skin and began suckling the bllod that she needed from him. She heard him grunting in discomfort and he tried to pull away. She held onto his wrist, still needing more.
Lita's instincts screamed for her to drink all of the blood from his body, draining him from his life, killing him completly so that she could live. She finally released him and wiped her mouth. She felt slightly light-headed and knew that it was from the wine.
"I've told you about drinking wine before I feed off of you," she slightly growled. "You know that it makes me feel funny."
"Sorry, kitten," he said, examining his hand as it healed. "But I would think that you would rather feel funny than die, am I right? You know how the rule goes."
"Yes," she said. "Ctral-Ctrals need vampire blood to survive. Without it, we die. Sometimes, I think death is the better solution."
"You don't mean that, kitten," he said, standing up and streching. "I'm going to bed. Make sure that the windows and shades are closed before you go to sleep and after you wake up. I'll see you later,kitten."
Treeze walked up to his room without another world. Lita just sat where she was, looking around the room. Then her emerald green eyes fell on the dead body of the hooker. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. But she didn't touch it. Treeze knew the rules. This was his mess, his food, and it was his job to clean it up. She streched, looking at herself in the mirror. Her ears were slightly pointed, looking lioke an elf's ears. Her teeth still resembled cat's fangs. She had cat's eyes, also. They were still the same beautiful emerald green that had belonged to her for over 3 centuries. She sighed and went on to bed. She knew that her dreams would be filled with the screams of her old victims, humans and vampires alike, and the face of a long-lost lover.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well, what do you think? I'm just trying this out. I know, I should be updating my other story, but I had to get this idea out of my head. It's been driving me nuts all week. I want your honest opinion on this, alright? I want more than five reviews before I start the next chapter, if I start the next chapter. If not alot of people like this, I'm not updating it anymore. But if more than three or something people like it, I'll consider finishing it. I've talked enough, so ttyl! Later Days, Loyal Readers. REVIEW!
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Dancing alone in the mass of people dancing along with her, the young woman allowed her eyes to sweep the crowd again. The music blared from the speakers. People's breath smelled of alocholic drinks. Sweat covered some of their bodies. She closed her emerald green eyes and continued dancing to the sultry beat.
A man sitting at a table watched this young woman in facination. There was something about her, something that was not quite right. His keen senses picked up on it right away. For a few hours more, he watched her move her elegant body to the beat. Then he rose from his table, left a tip, and walked out of the dark dance club into the darker night. The wind blew slightly, whispering of death ahead. The man smiled as he thought of these tings. How silly it seemed that he thought about the wind talking.
Walking in totaly silence, his jacket swishing every now and then, the man spotted a weeping child sitting in a gutter. He walked up to her and placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. The child launched herself into his arms and cried on his shoulder. He patted her back gently and swept her dirty locks of raven hair away from her neck. Gently, he bit the flesh there and sucked the blood out gently. Life drained from her and went into him. The small child didn't put up much of a fight and was dead in minutes. He placed her back down and walked off into the night. As much as he hadn't liked to do that, he'd helped the girl somewhat. Her life would have been filled with misery and sorrow, and he'd saved her from that. Now she could be a little angel in Heaven. *If there is a Heaven,* he mused to himself. He smiled and as he walked past a streetlamp, the light reflected off of one of his oversized canine teeth and glittered. *Vampire,* his mind said. *Child of the night. Forever cursed to wander the lonely street. Leaving death and distruction behind it.*
(Back in the dance club.......)
After a few more hours of dancing, the young woman pushed her way through the crowd and came to a table with a handsome man and sat down.
"Having fun, little one," he asked in a teasing tone.
"I've told you not to call me that," she growled, cat-like fangs starting to show.
"Temper, temper, kitten," he mocked. "Wouldn't want to give the game away, now would we."
"Don't try it, Treeze," she said. "You know that I could kill you if I wanted. My kind and your kind have been fierce enemies for all of time. My kind hunted your kind for fun and slaughtered them. I won't hesitate to kill you if you give me reason."
"Why, Lita," he said in his cultured voice. "I never thought that you would get so snippy when you need to feed."
"Happens everytime," she said, putting her face in her hands. "You wouldn't know because I usually don't have to drag you around with me. I can't really tell if it's a good thing that you're here or not."
"Why don't you just feed and get it over with," Treeze asked with a slight note of frustration in his voice. "It's not like we have all night, you know."
"Why don't you just shut up and get out of here before I feed off of you," she growled, turning her eyes on him, the eyes that now looked like a cat's.
"Touchy, touchy," was all he said before he got up and left.
"Stupid vampires," she growled at his retreating back. "Always think they own the world. If I didn't need him, I'd kill him."
Suddenly, she stood and left. She didn't even bother to pay for the tip. The bartender knew to put it on her tab. She walked out onto the streets and walked to wherever her feet were going to carry her. She soon walked past an alleyway where there laid a dead child. At first, she thought nothing of it. *Treeze is starting to get careless about his victims,* Lita thought to herself. *Funny, he usually goes for the teenage women to the ones in their early thirtes. Oh well, a vampire will be a vampire.*
She heard a woman scream and ran towards the sound. A woman, in her teenage years, was being attacked by a man. At first, Lita leaned back to watch. Then she realized that this wasn't Treeze. She immedatly lept foward and tackled the man. He grunted and fell, caught off guard. She used her lightining-quick reflexes to jump up before the man could catch her. She looked up at the moon, which was full. There was something about this man that wasn't quite right. He was definatly not human and he wasn't one of 'her' kind. If she would need to, she could transform and battle this man since the full moon would bring her to full power.
"Who do you think you are," she growled, her fangs bared.
"What do you mean," the guy shouted. "You're the one coming along attacking me when I was trying to have my dinner! Who do you think you are?"
In that moment, Lita got a good look at his face and realized what he was. His smooth, pale face was flawless. His cobalt eyes were unwordly. She saw the light playing on his fangs. His long hair, pulled back into a braid that reached his waist, swished behind him and his bangs, which fell into his face, gave him a certain look of a small, joyful child.
"Vampire," she hissed in French, the language that most vampires spoke.
"What did you say," he asked, extremly confused.
"You're a vampire, no," she asked, her french accent coming through again. "Why do you not speak the language?"
"What language," he asked, still confused. "I'm a vampire, but what are you?"
"You don't know," she asked in disbelief. "How can you be a vampire and not know? You should know what I am and fear me because of it."
"What are you talking about," he asked, getting really frustrated.
"Nevermind," she said, glancing up at the moon once more. "We have no time for an explination nor is this the time."
Before he could asked more questions, she darted foward and knocked the screaming teenager out stone cold. She then turned and flashed the vampire a smile.
"You're a vampire, too," he asked excitedly.
"No," she said. "I'm something far different. Now, you should get out of here before I destory you. I'm giving you the chance to get away, so go. And if there are any other vampires in this area, tell them to beware. The tigress is here."
With that said, Lita grabbed the teen-girl's wrist and bit into it. She sucked the blood out until the girl was almost dead and then straightened up once more. She wiped little splotches of blood off of her cheek and turned to leave.
"Remember this warning, vampire," she called over her shoulder. "It will be your last. I'll find you soon and answer your questions. Later, child of the night."
The vampire watched as she walked away, her short leather skirt that looked like it might ride-up at any moment, her leather jacket swung over her shoulder casually, revealing her little black tank-top and pale arms. Her image was, at that moment, forever engraved into his memory. He smiled one of his devil-may-care smiles at the prospect of seeing her again. Then her remembered her advice about telling any other vampires to beware. He started the walk back to the mansion that he and his 'friends' shared. *The tigress,* he thought. *I wonder when I'll see her again.*
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Lita rushed home as quick as she could, which only took her two minutes when it would have taken a human 10 minutes. She opened the door and heard feminine giggles, along with the husky laugh that she knew was about to come. She sighed and walked into the living room, plopping down on the expensive sofa and watching the scene play before her.
Treeze had brought home his dinner, a pretty hooker off of the streets. She thought that this was just another job, but that showed how much she knew. She sat down on Treeze's lap, facing him, one leg on either side of his. Giggling, she leaned in for a kiss. But he turned her head and kissed her neck. He soon started to feed from her, but she didn't seem to notice. She just chewed on his thumb lightly with her front teeth, moaning every now and then. But the life was sucked out of her and transferred into Treeze. Lita watched as the life returned to his cheeks. He was soon finished with the hooker, and she laid dead in his arms. He moved her to the floor and grabbed his glass of wine. He swirled the purple liquid around in the glass then sipped it thoughtful, peering at her over the rim.
"Did you enjoy that show, kitten," he asked with a smile.
"You vampires are sick," she sneered. "Disgusting and perverted."
"I like to play with my dinner before I eat it," he said lightly. "And I suppose that Ctral-Ctrals are better?"
"We are," she said, her french accent taking on an aloof tone. "We get the job done and we don't play around. We aren't morbid like vampires."
"Whatever you say, kitten," he said with a laugh. "Did you feed already?"
"I've had the mortal blood," she said, her voice slightly forlorn.
"Sounds like someone is having regrets," he teased.
"Excuse me for having compassion," she snorted. "I forgot that you were just a cold, unfeeling vamipre that couldn't feel a thing even if it wanted to."
"Clam down, kitten," he said seriously. "Remember what happened last time."
"Last time, I tranformed and went on a rampage and nearly killed you," she said. "It was instinct. Nothing I could do. Comes from Vampire blood deprovation. Now, are you quite through? I would like to get this over with."
"You don't like sucking on my wrist, kitten," he asked in an innocent tone. Lita growled at him, clearly warning him to stop his joking and get on with the routine.
Treeze heled out his right arm, and she grabbed his hand. She bit him, right below the nerve that connected his index finger and his thumb. She allowed her fangs to sink into his skin and began suckling the bllod that she needed from him. She heard him grunting in discomfort and he tried to pull away. She held onto his wrist, still needing more.
Lita's instincts screamed for her to drink all of the blood from his body, draining him from his life, killing him completly so that she could live. She finally released him and wiped her mouth. She felt slightly light-headed and knew that it was from the wine.
"I've told you about drinking wine before I feed off of you," she slightly growled. "You know that it makes me feel funny."
"Sorry, kitten," he said, examining his hand as it healed. "But I would think that you would rather feel funny than die, am I right? You know how the rule goes."
"Yes," she said. "Ctral-Ctrals need vampire blood to survive. Without it, we die. Sometimes, I think death is the better solution."
"You don't mean that, kitten," he said, standing up and streching. "I'm going to bed. Make sure that the windows and shades are closed before you go to sleep and after you wake up. I'll see you later,kitten."
Treeze walked up to his room without another world. Lita just sat where she was, looking around the room. Then her emerald green eyes fell on the dead body of the hooker. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. But she didn't touch it. Treeze knew the rules. This was his mess, his food, and it was his job to clean it up. She streched, looking at herself in the mirror. Her ears were slightly pointed, looking lioke an elf's ears. Her teeth still resembled cat's fangs. She had cat's eyes, also. They were still the same beautiful emerald green that had belonged to her for over 3 centuries. She sighed and went on to bed. She knew that her dreams would be filled with the screams of her old victims, humans and vampires alike, and the face of a long-lost lover.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well, what do you think? I'm just trying this out. I know, I should be updating my other story, but I had to get this idea out of my head. It's been driving me nuts all week. I want your honest opinion on this, alright? I want more than five reviews before I start the next chapter, if I start the next chapter. If not alot of people like this, I'm not updating it anymore. But if more than three or something people like it, I'll consider finishing it. I've talked enough, so ttyl! Later Days, Loyal Readers. REVIEW!