AN: Hello. I don't know a hell of a lot about VPM, but I really love it. So if things are a bit OOC, or just plain wrong, try not to kill me, im doing my best from what I've seen or read. My plans for this fic are huge. It's going to be a full scale crossover, with a theme on vampires, or the occult. I suppose that's all I can say for now, I plan to be working on it.
Miyu slid through the shadows of the alley, skirting the bright patches of sunlight woven into the brick walls, and splashed onto the street, which was littered with garbage. With her, yet unseen, was her servant Larva, trailing effortlessly behind her, his black velvet cloak concealing him from a casual observer. It was unusual to see the two in broad daylight like this. But Miyu had insisted that the day was the only time what she wished could be accomplished. So he said nothing.
They stepped out of the alley, out of the covering of shadow, and looked up at the stained glass arches of a beautiful, abandoned cathedral, stretching its steeple and jagged towers to the sky. It seemed odd in the center of this city, so overrun, but perhaps only at a glance. Closer inspection showed the cracks in the colored glass, the graffiti, the cobwebs spun silvery across secretive corners. They entered.
Inside, the stained glass blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving everything in an eerie twilight. It gave the place an air of being out of time, and space. A haven, a deathtrap. Larva stood at the back of the long isle, pews lined up like servants, facing the large cross that hung over more stained glass at the back of the sanctuary. She, however, strode purposefully down a side isle, towards the back of the cathedral, where doors led to the basement. He followed, slowly.
When he reached the door, she was standing over an empty coffin, looking slightly confused, and cautious. Larva walked to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder, a silent inquiry. She looked up at him. "He was supposed to be here. We could have taken him sleeping. Its daytime, where could he be?"
The gold haired vampire had known of their coming. He watched them now, crouched in the rafters, a smirk playing on his lips. The little guardian, with her games. And the shinma, hopelessly bound to her. He found it amusing. Then he jumped down and landed behind them silently, his long black cape brushing the floor.
Larva spun around, his hearing was better then most. He saw the vampire behind them, though his expression was unreadable through his mask. He glances at Miyu. "Cain." She addressed him, slightly insolent. He smirked at her.
**
In another part of the city, another vampire was playing solitaire in a little apartment by himself. The black verticals were drawn shut, though little strips of light showed through, and striped his form, sitting at a plain desk, littered with paper and cards. He had a top hat on, and his purple hair hung slightly in his eyes. He brushed it away, and laid a black six of spades atop a red five of hearts. He sighed.
Ever since giving up on the agency in favor of a solitary life, he had been plagued by worries. Yayoi's death, which he knew was inevitable, had hurt him. He had let himself become close to a human woman, and he was paying the price. He supposed it happened to everyone, and let it go at that. Suddenly there was a girl standing in his room. He jumped, and his hat nearly fell off, but he caught the brim of it in time, taking it off and placing it to the side, on his desk.
"Yes?"
The girl looked at him levelly. He couldn't help but be reminded of Riho, the girl's seeming innocence, the long brown hair, the schoolgirl outfit. But this girl was not Riho, and that was painfully evident, in her eyes, golden, in the way she looked at him. Her eyes reminded him of Cain.
"Are you Detective Shido?"
He frowned a little.
"I'm Shido, but I don't do detective work anymore."
"That's all right, I don't need that anyway. I am here because of Cain."
"Cain...."
Shido's eyes narrowed.
"Who are you? A vampire?"
"I am Miyu..."
**
Back in the cathedral, Larva suddenly found himself alone, with the vampire Cain. He knew nothing about him, but by the way he was standing, he could see that he had confidence, and perhaps that confidence hinted at great power. One could never tell.
"Ah, Miyu's accomplice. Or is it slave?"
His voice was accented, and slightly taunting. He was playing with the Shinma, easily, as if he had nothing to fear g\from him. Larva was silent.
"Nothing to say? Too bad, you might have proven rather interesting. What is behind the mask?"
Still no reply. The vampire studied him for a while, letting the silence weave itself into the air a bit. Then he spoke again, approaching from a different angle.
"I'll bet you are wondering what I did to Miyu to make her come all this way to try to kill me in my sleep, hm?"
This finally got to Larva. He removed his mask, and his hood fell back, to reveal beautifully chiseled pale features, and soft light blue hair that fell around his shoulders. His eyes were narrowed at Cain.
"Yes."
Cain paused, and looked at him, as if truly seeing him for the first time. His eyes were slightly admiring, but Larva chose not to notice this.
"You might have been wondering, but I am sure you don't really want to know, Larva."
Larva walked over to him. He was slightly taller, and by far the more ominous one.
"I do want to know. If you hurt her, I swear..."
Cain laughed, just brushing off the threat, and keeping his eyes on Larva's, calmly.
"So protective of your little vampire. It reminds me of someone I know."
Cain reached out and took a piece of Larva's hair between his long, graceful fingers, and twirled it a little. Larva pulled away, rather abruptly, the action was not what he expected from the other man. Cain wore his sensuousness like an aura. It put Larva on the defensive, since he could also sense the evil that lurked behind his golden eyes, so reminiscent of his own Miyu's...
"Where is she?"
The question was slightly angry, and not particularly addressed to Cain. He took it upon himself to supply an answer anyway.
"She most likely left you to fate, and retreated when she saw that she had no chance of defeating me like this."
Larva knew that this could not be true, so he just ignored it, and instead asked a question.
"You act with so much confidence. How old are you?"
He meant it as a subtle, conversational form of the true meaning: How powerful are you.
Cain smiled. He caught the meaning immediately, and did not like small talk.
"Would you like to test me?"
Larva hesitated. He glanced around briefly, taking in his surroundings. The basement was small, very dark, and without much ornament. Almost the perfect place to fight. But there was still the matter of Miyu, where she had vanished to. If he lost the fight, she could be in trouble and he would be helpless to save her. But he was intrigued by the vampire, he was different in many ways. After a moment, he answered.
"You wouldn't stand a chance against me."
Rather casually, just to infuriate his rival.
Of course, Cain took it as an acceptance to his offer, and his eyes narrowed in concentration.
**
Miyu slid through the shadows of the alley, skirting the bright patches of sunlight woven into the brick walls, and splashed onto the street, which was littered with garbage. With her, yet unseen, was her servant Larva, trailing effortlessly behind her, his black velvet cloak concealing him from a casual observer. It was unusual to see the two in broad daylight like this. But Miyu had insisted that the day was the only time what she wished could be accomplished. So he said nothing.
They stepped out of the alley, out of the covering of shadow, and looked up at the stained glass arches of a beautiful, abandoned cathedral, stretching its steeple and jagged towers to the sky. It seemed odd in the center of this city, so overrun, but perhaps only at a glance. Closer inspection showed the cracks in the colored glass, the graffiti, the cobwebs spun silvery across secretive corners. They entered.
Inside, the stained glass blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving everything in an eerie twilight. It gave the place an air of being out of time, and space. A haven, a deathtrap. Larva stood at the back of the long isle, pews lined up like servants, facing the large cross that hung over more stained glass at the back of the sanctuary. She, however, strode purposefully down a side isle, towards the back of the cathedral, where doors led to the basement. He followed, slowly.
When he reached the door, she was standing over an empty coffin, looking slightly confused, and cautious. Larva walked to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder, a silent inquiry. She looked up at him. "He was supposed to be here. We could have taken him sleeping. Its daytime, where could he be?"
The gold haired vampire had known of their coming. He watched them now, crouched in the rafters, a smirk playing on his lips. The little guardian, with her games. And the shinma, hopelessly bound to her. He found it amusing. Then he jumped down and landed behind them silently, his long black cape brushing the floor.
Larva spun around, his hearing was better then most. He saw the vampire behind them, though his expression was unreadable through his mask. He glances at Miyu. "Cain." She addressed him, slightly insolent. He smirked at her.
**
In another part of the city, another vampire was playing solitaire in a little apartment by himself. The black verticals were drawn shut, though little strips of light showed through, and striped his form, sitting at a plain desk, littered with paper and cards. He had a top hat on, and his purple hair hung slightly in his eyes. He brushed it away, and laid a black six of spades atop a red five of hearts. He sighed.
Ever since giving up on the agency in favor of a solitary life, he had been plagued by worries. Yayoi's death, which he knew was inevitable, had hurt him. He had let himself become close to a human woman, and he was paying the price. He supposed it happened to everyone, and let it go at that. Suddenly there was a girl standing in his room. He jumped, and his hat nearly fell off, but he caught the brim of it in time, taking it off and placing it to the side, on his desk.
"Yes?"
The girl looked at him levelly. He couldn't help but be reminded of Riho, the girl's seeming innocence, the long brown hair, the schoolgirl outfit. But this girl was not Riho, and that was painfully evident, in her eyes, golden, in the way she looked at him. Her eyes reminded him of Cain.
"Are you Detective Shido?"
He frowned a little.
"I'm Shido, but I don't do detective work anymore."
"That's all right, I don't need that anyway. I am here because of Cain."
"Cain...."
Shido's eyes narrowed.
"Who are you? A vampire?"
"I am Miyu..."
**
Back in the cathedral, Larva suddenly found himself alone, with the vampire Cain. He knew nothing about him, but by the way he was standing, he could see that he had confidence, and perhaps that confidence hinted at great power. One could never tell.
"Ah, Miyu's accomplice. Or is it slave?"
His voice was accented, and slightly taunting. He was playing with the Shinma, easily, as if he had nothing to fear g\from him. Larva was silent.
"Nothing to say? Too bad, you might have proven rather interesting. What is behind the mask?"
Still no reply. The vampire studied him for a while, letting the silence weave itself into the air a bit. Then he spoke again, approaching from a different angle.
"I'll bet you are wondering what I did to Miyu to make her come all this way to try to kill me in my sleep, hm?"
This finally got to Larva. He removed his mask, and his hood fell back, to reveal beautifully chiseled pale features, and soft light blue hair that fell around his shoulders. His eyes were narrowed at Cain.
"Yes."
Cain paused, and looked at him, as if truly seeing him for the first time. His eyes were slightly admiring, but Larva chose not to notice this.
"You might have been wondering, but I am sure you don't really want to know, Larva."
Larva walked over to him. He was slightly taller, and by far the more ominous one.
"I do want to know. If you hurt her, I swear..."
Cain laughed, just brushing off the threat, and keeping his eyes on Larva's, calmly.
"So protective of your little vampire. It reminds me of someone I know."
Cain reached out and took a piece of Larva's hair between his long, graceful fingers, and twirled it a little. Larva pulled away, rather abruptly, the action was not what he expected from the other man. Cain wore his sensuousness like an aura. It put Larva on the defensive, since he could also sense the evil that lurked behind his golden eyes, so reminiscent of his own Miyu's...
"Where is she?"
The question was slightly angry, and not particularly addressed to Cain. He took it upon himself to supply an answer anyway.
"She most likely left you to fate, and retreated when she saw that she had no chance of defeating me like this."
Larva knew that this could not be true, so he just ignored it, and instead asked a question.
"You act with so much confidence. How old are you?"
He meant it as a subtle, conversational form of the true meaning: How powerful are you.
Cain smiled. He caught the meaning immediately, and did not like small talk.
"Would you like to test me?"
Larva hesitated. He glanced around briefly, taking in his surroundings. The basement was small, very dark, and without much ornament. Almost the perfect place to fight. But there was still the matter of Miyu, where she had vanished to. If he lost the fight, she could be in trouble and he would be helpless to save her. But he was intrigued by the vampire, he was different in many ways. After a moment, he answered.
"You wouldn't stand a chance against me."
Rather casually, just to infuriate his rival.
Of course, Cain took it as an acceptance to his offer, and his eyes narrowed in concentration.
**