*Hiya, kiddos! Remember me? I'm Zain Sphynx, twin sister of Zoie Sphynx!
Okay, if you have read Survive This! By Zoie or Zoie and Zain Go To College
by me, then you are already very well acquainted with everybody's favorite
cat-girls. If not, sit back, relax, and enjoy my newest story, starring the
gang from Survive This, plus some new faces: Morgan!*
Anime: YYH, OLS Original Characters: The Twins, Morgan, Korin
Setting- Earth: Future. sometime
[Our story starts out in a memory. Morgan, a child half-demon psy/blood, is feeding on a dead cat ravenously in an alleyway. He has dark blue eyes in the light that can appear black and are catlike and yellow in the dark. His skin is very, very pale.
There is another flashback. Morgan is lying in an immense hotel room on a bed. He looks around and sees that the sheets are tainted with dries blood. The smell was almost enough to make him swoon. He was so weak.
A man with incandescent white skin and gray-blue eyes enters. He has dark brown hair that falls in a straight, massive mane to his shoulders, and a succulent mouth. He is smiling brightly. He begins to speak, and even through his dazed state, Morgan picks up on the man's strange appearance.
Man: Nice to see you are awake, Morgan. I must admit, I was worried you would not survive an attack like that.
Morgan: What are you talking about? Who are you?
Morgan struggles to sit up, but falls back onto the soft feather pillows of the canopied, king-sized bed.
Man: I am the vampire Korin, and I have saved your life and brought you here to my suite. You are in New York City, and the date is March 15, 2200.
Morgan: Korin. I know that name from somewhere.
Korin laughs heartily in a voice that seemed both soothing and very seductive to Morgan.
Korin: Do you even know what you are? I have wanted to ask you that ever since I first began following you. How old are you?
Morgan tries once again to sit up and succeeds this time. He glares at the beautiful creature in front of him who is claiming to be a vampire.
Morgan: What's it to you? Why have you been following me?
Korin becomes a little irritated, the smile fading from his lips.
Korin: I have been following you because you are a fool and need my help. Do you accept it or not?
Morgan, too, is becoming irritated and raises his voice.
Morgan: Help with what! What the hell is your problem, man? If you're gonna kill me or something, get it over with!
Korin: So you want to die? When you are already half dead, you want to die?
Korin takes a step towards the bed, his voice becoming almost unbearably loud. Morgan sits up a little more, weaker, but more determined than ever to stay up.
Korin: I should have never even bothered to save your pathetic life, you ungrateful little pest!
Morgan: What kind of game are you playing at, Korin, or whoever you are!
Korin's face suddenly changes. He walks briskly over to Morgan's head and takes a needle out of his pocket. With it, he pricks the tip of his index finger deeply until blood ran in little drops under the nail and onto the bed by Morgan's face. Morgan can smell it right away and the hunger inside him begins to tear at his sanity. Korin whispers to him enticingly.
Korin: Yes... You want it, don't you? The smell. You can only imagine the taste of it, am I right?
Morgan is frightened. He is trying with all his power not to attack Korin and kill him for his sweet-fire blood. He speaks, his voice quaking and turning into a whisper.
Morgan: Get it away from me.
Korin: It's alright, my young friend. Go ahead. Sample my blood.
Morgan looks up at Korin as if he's insane.
Morgan: You. can't mean it.
Korin smiles warmly.
Korin: Go ahead. I must admit, I sampled your own while you slept
Morgan: You drank my blood?
Korin: Don't sound so horrified. It is what we vampires do. And it is what you do. So try it. You'll love it, I am sure.
Morgan hesitates.
Korin: Well, go on then, before the blood stops flowing, my friend.
Morgan takes Korin's wrist gingerly in both his hands, and, keeping his eyes on him, gently runs his tongue over the wound on Korin's fingertip. As soon as he does, liquid fire of thousands of centuries rushes into his mind, flooding his thoughts and soul. He closes his eyes and sighs softly, sucking on the small hole in Korin's skin until his vampiric healing abilities kick in and the blood disappears. He collapses back on the bed, eyes closed and breathing steadily, letting the small amount of blood that he had consumed fade away, leaving nothing more than a sweet memory. He licked his lips and sighed again.
Korin: You see, my beautiful one. you cannot resist the temptation of drinking another's blood.
Korin wiped the damp hair out of Morgan's blue eyes. Morgan now laid staring at the ceiling, troubled.
Morgan: I am a monster.
Korin: No, you are a demon. A half-demon, actually. Part human. part Kagomi vampire. Such a hybrid is usually weak and dies when left on the streets like you were, but not you, my little one. You are strong and powerful, and I am here to teach you.
Morgan: Teach me? Teach me what?
Korin: I will teach you how to be an expert at being what you are.
Morgan: And what am I?
Korin smiled evilly.
Korin: A monster, I guess.
The memory fades away and Morgan, now 20 years old and living in a small flat in New York City, is waking up in the dusk, panting.]
Morgan sat hunched over on his bed, running his dream through his mind once more so that he wouldn't forget it. Finally, after he was sure that every fragmentary detail was stored securely in his impressive memory bank, he jumped out of bed, stripped down, and crossed the flat in the nude to the restroom. He climbed in the shower, turned on the hot water, and let the steam fill his lungs. The water felt good against his highly receptive skin.
He had been having the same series of dreams for over a month now. At first, he had suspected that his former mentor, the notorious and beautiful vampire Korin, had been calling to him, summoning him. He had discarded this idea when he had not been able to track him down. But why else would he be having constant flashes of his time spent as Korin's student ten years ago? He stepped out of the shower, toweled off and ran a comb through his chin-length black hair before dressing in a pair of black boxers, and pair of skin tight, black leather pants, and a black leather trench coat. He almost never bothered with shirts. He had never had one when he was younger, and now as an adult, they were a nuisance when he was on the job.
After he was dressed, Morgan went into a back room and began to choose a few select weapons from different drawers and shelves like he did every night before going out to kill. Tonight, he chose his silver katana, as usual, a small boot knife, and a whip. After inserting the knife in a special compartment in his knee high black leather army boots, he slid the whip and the katana into their respective holders on his belt. He was ready to go to work. As he walked out the front door, he recited the night's assignment to himself.
Morgan: Class three demon, killed Italy and her father, three others injured, twenty other deaths suspected. Pay: Forty thousand. Assignment: Find and destroy.
Anime: YYH, OLS Original Characters: The Twins, Morgan, Korin
Setting- Earth: Future. sometime
[Our story starts out in a memory. Morgan, a child half-demon psy/blood, is feeding on a dead cat ravenously in an alleyway. He has dark blue eyes in the light that can appear black and are catlike and yellow in the dark. His skin is very, very pale.
There is another flashback. Morgan is lying in an immense hotel room on a bed. He looks around and sees that the sheets are tainted with dries blood. The smell was almost enough to make him swoon. He was so weak.
A man with incandescent white skin and gray-blue eyes enters. He has dark brown hair that falls in a straight, massive mane to his shoulders, and a succulent mouth. He is smiling brightly. He begins to speak, and even through his dazed state, Morgan picks up on the man's strange appearance.
Man: Nice to see you are awake, Morgan. I must admit, I was worried you would not survive an attack like that.
Morgan: What are you talking about? Who are you?
Morgan struggles to sit up, but falls back onto the soft feather pillows of the canopied, king-sized bed.
Man: I am the vampire Korin, and I have saved your life and brought you here to my suite. You are in New York City, and the date is March 15, 2200.
Morgan: Korin. I know that name from somewhere.
Korin laughs heartily in a voice that seemed both soothing and very seductive to Morgan.
Korin: Do you even know what you are? I have wanted to ask you that ever since I first began following you. How old are you?
Morgan tries once again to sit up and succeeds this time. He glares at the beautiful creature in front of him who is claiming to be a vampire.
Morgan: What's it to you? Why have you been following me?
Korin becomes a little irritated, the smile fading from his lips.
Korin: I have been following you because you are a fool and need my help. Do you accept it or not?
Morgan, too, is becoming irritated and raises his voice.
Morgan: Help with what! What the hell is your problem, man? If you're gonna kill me or something, get it over with!
Korin: So you want to die? When you are already half dead, you want to die?
Korin takes a step towards the bed, his voice becoming almost unbearably loud. Morgan sits up a little more, weaker, but more determined than ever to stay up.
Korin: I should have never even bothered to save your pathetic life, you ungrateful little pest!
Morgan: What kind of game are you playing at, Korin, or whoever you are!
Korin's face suddenly changes. He walks briskly over to Morgan's head and takes a needle out of his pocket. With it, he pricks the tip of his index finger deeply until blood ran in little drops under the nail and onto the bed by Morgan's face. Morgan can smell it right away and the hunger inside him begins to tear at his sanity. Korin whispers to him enticingly.
Korin: Yes... You want it, don't you? The smell. You can only imagine the taste of it, am I right?
Morgan is frightened. He is trying with all his power not to attack Korin and kill him for his sweet-fire blood. He speaks, his voice quaking and turning into a whisper.
Morgan: Get it away from me.
Korin: It's alright, my young friend. Go ahead. Sample my blood.
Morgan looks up at Korin as if he's insane.
Morgan: You. can't mean it.
Korin smiles warmly.
Korin: Go ahead. I must admit, I sampled your own while you slept
Morgan: You drank my blood?
Korin: Don't sound so horrified. It is what we vampires do. And it is what you do. So try it. You'll love it, I am sure.
Morgan hesitates.
Korin: Well, go on then, before the blood stops flowing, my friend.
Morgan takes Korin's wrist gingerly in both his hands, and, keeping his eyes on him, gently runs his tongue over the wound on Korin's fingertip. As soon as he does, liquid fire of thousands of centuries rushes into his mind, flooding his thoughts and soul. He closes his eyes and sighs softly, sucking on the small hole in Korin's skin until his vampiric healing abilities kick in and the blood disappears. He collapses back on the bed, eyes closed and breathing steadily, letting the small amount of blood that he had consumed fade away, leaving nothing more than a sweet memory. He licked his lips and sighed again.
Korin: You see, my beautiful one. you cannot resist the temptation of drinking another's blood.
Korin wiped the damp hair out of Morgan's blue eyes. Morgan now laid staring at the ceiling, troubled.
Morgan: I am a monster.
Korin: No, you are a demon. A half-demon, actually. Part human. part Kagomi vampire. Such a hybrid is usually weak and dies when left on the streets like you were, but not you, my little one. You are strong and powerful, and I am here to teach you.
Morgan: Teach me? Teach me what?
Korin: I will teach you how to be an expert at being what you are.
Morgan: And what am I?
Korin smiled evilly.
Korin: A monster, I guess.
The memory fades away and Morgan, now 20 years old and living in a small flat in New York City, is waking up in the dusk, panting.]
Morgan sat hunched over on his bed, running his dream through his mind once more so that he wouldn't forget it. Finally, after he was sure that every fragmentary detail was stored securely in his impressive memory bank, he jumped out of bed, stripped down, and crossed the flat in the nude to the restroom. He climbed in the shower, turned on the hot water, and let the steam fill his lungs. The water felt good against his highly receptive skin.
He had been having the same series of dreams for over a month now. At first, he had suspected that his former mentor, the notorious and beautiful vampire Korin, had been calling to him, summoning him. He had discarded this idea when he had not been able to track him down. But why else would he be having constant flashes of his time spent as Korin's student ten years ago? He stepped out of the shower, toweled off and ran a comb through his chin-length black hair before dressing in a pair of black boxers, and pair of skin tight, black leather pants, and a black leather trench coat. He almost never bothered with shirts. He had never had one when he was younger, and now as an adult, they were a nuisance when he was on the job.
After he was dressed, Morgan went into a back room and began to choose a few select weapons from different drawers and shelves like he did every night before going out to kill. Tonight, he chose his silver katana, as usual, a small boot knife, and a whip. After inserting the knife in a special compartment in his knee high black leather army boots, he slid the whip and the katana into their respective holders on his belt. He was ready to go to work. As he walked out the front door, he recited the night's assignment to himself.
Morgan: Class three demon, killed Italy and her father, three others injured, twenty other deaths suspected. Pay: Forty thousand. Assignment: Find and destroy.