It was D, the vampire slayer. They had met years and years before, through the rivalry over
Miyu, and after forgetting the quarrel, D and himself became rather close. They had even teamed
up occasionally, against whatever happened to come against either of them...western shinma,
evilly aligned vampires. And here he was looking at him, really to kill him. D was a friend.
D was torn. Yes, it was his quest to eliminate the vampire Cain. But, there was an added
element. Larva was more then likely tied to Cain through a blood pact, willing or unwilling, it
made no difference. Larva would kill him before he would let D kill Cain. He cursed mentally,
and decided that the best move was to wait it out. He turned, and moved across the room, with
the same feline grace as he entered, and stepped out the window, onto the balcony. He stood
faintly silhouetted by the moonlight for a few seconds, then jumped off, to land on the shadowed
street below.
Larva ran after him, but stopped at the window. He wanted to leave, to run after D, and ask for
his help. But that wasn't the case, and not all of him really wanted that. He stood, unable to
make himself leave. He looked back at Cain instead, who had healed enough to stand, and put on
a faint smirk.
"Acquaintance?"
This was met by silence.
"Tch.."
Cain crossed the room, limping only slightly, and stopped near Larva.
"Blood." A small smile. "Usually I like it, but right now I am in a bit of pain. I will be taking a
shower..feel free to join me."
The last part of the comment was emphasized by a suggestive undertone, and a brush of his
fingers across Larva's pale cheek. It left a mark of blood.
Cain unfastened his cloak and let it fall to the middle of the living room floor, seemingly heedless
or un-selfconscious of Larva's presence. The shinma was really half expecting to strip right there,
but to his relief, he headed towards the bathroom. The door closed, but did not lock, and shortly
afterwards, the sound of water, pouring out into clean white porcelain.
Larva sat on the arm of one of the lush couches that was angled against the wall, looking at the
door to the bathroom. He thought about Cain. The vampire really was attractive, through his
lack of subtlety, and other personality flaws. Despite himself, Larva found himself thinking about
him in the shower, pale skin contrasting against the smooth white tile, long hair wet and sticking
to his back, cheeks slightly pink from the heat...
He tried to shake the image out of his head. But it didn't work. The thing holding him back now
was his personal inhabitions. Being completely naked and vulnerable to Cain, who might as well
own him, and whom Larva had really only met today, was not the most comforting thought in the
world. He made a decision to, if nothing else, put this off for quite a while.
After a bit, the water turned off. Cain walked out, a big fluffy towel wrapped around his waist,
his hair dripping, and sat on the couch, opposite from where Larva was sitting. He blushed
faintly, and looked away from Cain, that vision was coming back to him again, and he felt
transparent, as if Cain could read his thoughts.
The vampire laughed a little, his conquest was blushing. It surprised him slightly. The shinma
must have a soft side somewhere, just waiting to emerge. He sensed that he had it with the girl,
the little vampire brat's feelings were easy to read. She was oh so hurt when Larva left her. Cain
wondered where she was briefly, then ignored it, and focused his attentions back on Larva.
"You are blushing."
These words had the desired effect of causing Larva to turn an even darker shade of red before
looking away to hide it.
"No I'm not."
Cain laughed again, he couldn't help it. Despite the irony of the thought, he found himself
thinking that Larva was somewhat like a child himself. Perhaps it was different with shinma then
with vampires. Then, as if an annoying personification of his eternal sense of purpose was sitting
on his shoulder and poking him with a pitchfork, his tone passed over to serious again.
"Larva. Why was that slayer after me? Or was I a random victim?"
Larva also got a bit more serious, and looked at Cain.
"..I don't know."
Cain stood, he sensed that Larva was not telling the truth. He stood, needing his full height to
emphasize the point he was about to make.
"Any feelings or connections towards this man, I want you to forget."
He closed the space between them and tilted Larva's face up with one of his hands.
"Your first priority lies with me, you would do well to remember that."
He claimed Larva's lips with his own, partly just passion, and partly to stifle the protest he thought
was coming. But in reality Larva had accepted it a long time ago, as he had accepted Miyu's
blood claim on him. He had fought against his own kind out of love or attachment to her without
qualm. He supposed it would be no different with this vampire. Silent resignation first, then real
emotional attachment later. He saw it all sketched out, his life on a storyboard. He broke away
from the kiss.
"Hai."
**
Morning's rays were creeping up in the sky, flinging streaks of vibrant color up into the deep blue
shades of fleeing night, and faded stars. It had been an entire day and night since the night she
spent painfully waiting in that cathedral, cold and alone. Now she was wandering the streets
aimlessly, waiting for a sign, waiting for her love to magically just return to her, waiting for...
It was him. She stopped and looked up as he crossed the street she stood on. Not Larva, but the
mysterious stranger from inside the sanctuary. He did not notice her, or if he did, he did not
acknowledge her presence. He was walking purposefully towards the edge of town, where the
streets started to dissapear into dead ends and trees.
She took a few steps after him, to the middle of the street. He was still walking brisquely, and she
decided to follow him. They walked for a while, outside of town, until they camr to a rather large, and rather metal-looking horse, and he mounted it. Miyu sulked a little, knowing it would be much harder to follow him on horseback. But then he turned and looked at her.
"Why are you following me?"
Miyu was at a loss for words.
He looked very serious and regal, very much taller then her. But he wasn't even a vampire, and Miyu had confidence. She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him.
"Why are you worried?"
"Hm. Little vampire protectress, we are old acquaintances. Of course, you probably won't remember."
She was about to think of a comeback for that one, when there was a sudden noise, a rustling of leaves. In a sequence of events far too fast for a human eye, things happened. A woman, with long green hair and black wings leaped seemingly out of nowhere and knocked D off his horse. He had drawn his sword and tried to attack, but she had deflected it quickly. A few more lightening fast blows were exchanged, and both seemed to suffer minor injuries. Then they were both gone, but crashing brush in the dark forest claimed their presence.
Miyu was both slightly irritated by the interruption of her question, and curious about who would win the fight. She looked on, trying to disconcern the two of them, then after a while gave up and leaned on a tree. A slight wind blew the edges of her kimono and moved her single braid slightly. Then there was silence.
**
"Bitch!!"
The girl was not happy.
"Oh, hello? I'm sorry, is something wrong?"
The second girl's voice was innocent.
"He's my vampire! Mine!!"
Riho blinked. Then she looked at the blue-haired vampire sitting next to her in the club.
"Really? Well it sure doesn't seem that way."
The red haired girl struggled to retain her temper, but failed, as she always did.
"Augh!"
Riho looked at her, shocked, and with a red spot flaring across one of her pale cheeks.
"Hey! That so wasn't nice!"
She was whining slightly.
Now the blue haired vampire spoke up.
"Hey, hey, guys.. Don't fight over me.."
He sweatdropped and held up his hands in defense as both females turned accusing glances to him.
The red haired girl spoke up again.
"Who the HECK is she, and just WHY are you on what looks like a date?! Do you not love me anymore??"
"Inhayo, babe. We're just friends, I swear..."
Riho looked at him, indignant.
"What? So you were just leading me on? How rude! The two of you deserve each other."
Riho sniffed indignantly, and walked away from the table.
"That's right!!"
Inhayo smiled big and clung to Mosquiton.
"Moskie, never cheat on me again, kayyy?"
Mosquiton sighed.
"Of course, Riho."
"Yay!"
**
An: Whew, that was just a break from the seriousness that's going around like a plague ^^; Just wait until Inhayo stumbles across one of the more serious vampires. Heh. Heheh. Author has a field day.
Miyu, and after forgetting the quarrel, D and himself became rather close. They had even teamed
up occasionally, against whatever happened to come against either of them...western shinma,
evilly aligned vampires. And here he was looking at him, really to kill him. D was a friend.
D was torn. Yes, it was his quest to eliminate the vampire Cain. But, there was an added
element. Larva was more then likely tied to Cain through a blood pact, willing or unwilling, it
made no difference. Larva would kill him before he would let D kill Cain. He cursed mentally,
and decided that the best move was to wait it out. He turned, and moved across the room, with
the same feline grace as he entered, and stepped out the window, onto the balcony. He stood
faintly silhouetted by the moonlight for a few seconds, then jumped off, to land on the shadowed
street below.
Larva ran after him, but stopped at the window. He wanted to leave, to run after D, and ask for
his help. But that wasn't the case, and not all of him really wanted that. He stood, unable to
make himself leave. He looked back at Cain instead, who had healed enough to stand, and put on
a faint smirk.
"Acquaintance?"
This was met by silence.
"Tch.."
Cain crossed the room, limping only slightly, and stopped near Larva.
"Blood." A small smile. "Usually I like it, but right now I am in a bit of pain. I will be taking a
shower..feel free to join me."
The last part of the comment was emphasized by a suggestive undertone, and a brush of his
fingers across Larva's pale cheek. It left a mark of blood.
Cain unfastened his cloak and let it fall to the middle of the living room floor, seemingly heedless
or un-selfconscious of Larva's presence. The shinma was really half expecting to strip right there,
but to his relief, he headed towards the bathroom. The door closed, but did not lock, and shortly
afterwards, the sound of water, pouring out into clean white porcelain.
Larva sat on the arm of one of the lush couches that was angled against the wall, looking at the
door to the bathroom. He thought about Cain. The vampire really was attractive, through his
lack of subtlety, and other personality flaws. Despite himself, Larva found himself thinking about
him in the shower, pale skin contrasting against the smooth white tile, long hair wet and sticking
to his back, cheeks slightly pink from the heat...
He tried to shake the image out of his head. But it didn't work. The thing holding him back now
was his personal inhabitions. Being completely naked and vulnerable to Cain, who might as well
own him, and whom Larva had really only met today, was not the most comforting thought in the
world. He made a decision to, if nothing else, put this off for quite a while.
After a bit, the water turned off. Cain walked out, a big fluffy towel wrapped around his waist,
his hair dripping, and sat on the couch, opposite from where Larva was sitting. He blushed
faintly, and looked away from Cain, that vision was coming back to him again, and he felt
transparent, as if Cain could read his thoughts.
The vampire laughed a little, his conquest was blushing. It surprised him slightly. The shinma
must have a soft side somewhere, just waiting to emerge. He sensed that he had it with the girl,
the little vampire brat's feelings were easy to read. She was oh so hurt when Larva left her. Cain
wondered where she was briefly, then ignored it, and focused his attentions back on Larva.
"You are blushing."
These words had the desired effect of causing Larva to turn an even darker shade of red before
looking away to hide it.
"No I'm not."
Cain laughed again, he couldn't help it. Despite the irony of the thought, he found himself
thinking that Larva was somewhat like a child himself. Perhaps it was different with shinma then
with vampires. Then, as if an annoying personification of his eternal sense of purpose was sitting
on his shoulder and poking him with a pitchfork, his tone passed over to serious again.
"Larva. Why was that slayer after me? Or was I a random victim?"
Larva also got a bit more serious, and looked at Cain.
"..I don't know."
Cain stood, he sensed that Larva was not telling the truth. He stood, needing his full height to
emphasize the point he was about to make.
"Any feelings or connections towards this man, I want you to forget."
He closed the space between them and tilted Larva's face up with one of his hands.
"Your first priority lies with me, you would do well to remember that."
He claimed Larva's lips with his own, partly just passion, and partly to stifle the protest he thought
was coming. But in reality Larva had accepted it a long time ago, as he had accepted Miyu's
blood claim on him. He had fought against his own kind out of love or attachment to her without
qualm. He supposed it would be no different with this vampire. Silent resignation first, then real
emotional attachment later. He saw it all sketched out, his life on a storyboard. He broke away
from the kiss.
"Hai."
**
Morning's rays were creeping up in the sky, flinging streaks of vibrant color up into the deep blue
shades of fleeing night, and faded stars. It had been an entire day and night since the night she
spent painfully waiting in that cathedral, cold and alone. Now she was wandering the streets
aimlessly, waiting for a sign, waiting for her love to magically just return to her, waiting for...
It was him. She stopped and looked up as he crossed the street she stood on. Not Larva, but the
mysterious stranger from inside the sanctuary. He did not notice her, or if he did, he did not
acknowledge her presence. He was walking purposefully towards the edge of town, where the
streets started to dissapear into dead ends and trees.
She took a few steps after him, to the middle of the street. He was still walking brisquely, and she
decided to follow him. They walked for a while, outside of town, until they camr to a rather large, and rather metal-looking horse, and he mounted it. Miyu sulked a little, knowing it would be much harder to follow him on horseback. But then he turned and looked at her.
"Why are you following me?"
Miyu was at a loss for words.
He looked very serious and regal, very much taller then her. But he wasn't even a vampire, and Miyu had confidence. She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him.
"Why are you worried?"
"Hm. Little vampire protectress, we are old acquaintances. Of course, you probably won't remember."
She was about to think of a comeback for that one, when there was a sudden noise, a rustling of leaves. In a sequence of events far too fast for a human eye, things happened. A woman, with long green hair and black wings leaped seemingly out of nowhere and knocked D off his horse. He had drawn his sword and tried to attack, but she had deflected it quickly. A few more lightening fast blows were exchanged, and both seemed to suffer minor injuries. Then they were both gone, but crashing brush in the dark forest claimed their presence.
Miyu was both slightly irritated by the interruption of her question, and curious about who would win the fight. She looked on, trying to disconcern the two of them, then after a while gave up and leaned on a tree. A slight wind blew the edges of her kimono and moved her single braid slightly. Then there was silence.
**
"Bitch!!"
The girl was not happy.
"Oh, hello? I'm sorry, is something wrong?"
The second girl's voice was innocent.
"He's my vampire! Mine!!"
Riho blinked. Then she looked at the blue-haired vampire sitting next to her in the club.
"Really? Well it sure doesn't seem that way."
The red haired girl struggled to retain her temper, but failed, as she always did.
"Augh!"
Riho looked at her, shocked, and with a red spot flaring across one of her pale cheeks.
"Hey! That so wasn't nice!"
She was whining slightly.
Now the blue haired vampire spoke up.
"Hey, hey, guys.. Don't fight over me.."
He sweatdropped and held up his hands in defense as both females turned accusing glances to him.
The red haired girl spoke up again.
"Who the HECK is she, and just WHY are you on what looks like a date?! Do you not love me anymore??"
"Inhayo, babe. We're just friends, I swear..."
Riho looked at him, indignant.
"What? So you were just leading me on? How rude! The two of you deserve each other."
Riho sniffed indignantly, and walked away from the table.
"That's right!!"
Inhayo smiled big and clung to Mosquiton.
"Moskie, never cheat on me again, kayyy?"
Mosquiton sighed.
"Of course, Riho."
"Yay!"
**
An: Whew, that was just a break from the seriousness that's going around like a plague ^^; Just wait until Inhayo stumbles across one of the more serious vampires. Heh. Heheh. Author has a field day.