----Chapter 1----
"Hey, Grandpa," Pan said plainly into the mouth piece of the cordless phone, plopping backwards onto her tiny bed next to the window. She made the mistake of looking out, and caught a glimpse of the ground, way down below from her location, and felt her stomach churn. Biting her bottom lip, she looked away from the window and closed her eyes.
"Hey, you there?" Goku's voice sounded over the phone, causing her to realize that she had been too nauseated to hear him before. "What?" she replied, and he paused worried on the other line, "You feeling ok? Everything fine over there?" Pan smiled reassuringly to the phone, "Yeah, don't worry Grandpa, everything's fine."
Suddenly, Gohan opened the door to her room, surprising Pan and causing her to jump halfway off the bed and drop the phone. Her expression shocked and panting, she breathed a sigh of relief, giving him a cold stare, "Geez, don't you ever knock, Dad? God..."
She seemed to be getting colder and more distant with him lately, and he didn't notice it at first through all is work, but the obvious disdain and icy tone to her voice had lately brought her anger toward him to his attention.
He waited for her to pick up the phone and assure Goku that she was still there, then pushed his glasses up his nose and straightened his suit a bit, before saying, "Hey, kiddo, I got called in again for second shift. There's some pizza on the table, if you're hungry, ok?"
She looked down silently, pausing in obvious disappointment as her caramel eyes settled on him once more, "Fine...bye."
He ignored her anger, and only replied, "Bye." Before leaving the room.
She talked with her grandfather a few more minutes, until she heard the door to the apartment open and close, announcing Gohan's departure. A few more words were exchanged before she said she had to go, and bid farewell to Goku before hanging up.
Pan sighed boredly, staring up at her ceiling, watching the force of her breath sending her bangs flying about her forehead before resettling again.
She hated this apartment. There was never anything to do. No board games to play, no children to play with, no one to talk with, no puzzles, no friends, no family...She stiffened at that last thought. No family? What about her father? Well, yeah he was family...But how much has he actually said to her these past months? No more than he absolutely needed to, a few sentences here and there. And the longest you've spent together? A five minute argument on whether algae is a water growth or not.
The teen gave a frustrated grunt, then rolled off her bed and landed on her feet. Alright, so what's the first thought that comes to mind when a girl has nothing to do? Why, play with her hair, of course.
So, with a small smile of anticipation, she approached the bathroom to find some materials for her hair, and started on changing the style.
Bra paced angrily back and forth on the sidewalk in front of her house, arms folded behind her back, the waist length, aqua marine strands of her hair whirling about as she turned and stomped more. After finding out what their daughter had done, they took it better than Bra thought they would. They took it well. In fact, too well. Bra should have known this would happen when they weren't screaming and scolding. Bulma and Vegeta had said that it was time for Bra to be disciplined a little, and so, now she was forced to spend the next three nights outside, to hunt and survive on her own.
She growled in anger, forehead knotted with fury, but it softened slightly when she stopped and looked down. Well, it WAS her fault...She knew better, knew all the rules, like all the vampires. Feed at night, not in light.
She sighed and shook her head, her angry expression changing to a distressed one as she closed her eyes, and buried her face in her hands. Why? Why was she destined with the fate to be leader of her clan? The clan of Tokyo? Why, dammit?!
She growled in frustration, glaring at the ground before storming off down the street. She needed a walk. And she needed to feed. She would be merciless on her victim tonight, she decided, she was just not in the mood for the slow or kinky type right now!
Pan stared silently at her new hair style, tilting her head in many different angles to check it out. She had braided her hair carefully, each strand held perfectly in a cluster of tiny braids. After she was done braiding everywhere, she took the braids and pulled them back into a pony tail, held by a black hair tie. 'Not bad.' she thought to herself, 'not too bad at all.'
At this she leaned back and stared at the mirror, sighing. She was bored again. But now, what was there to do?
Nothing.
Pan looked around the bathroom, silent for a moment, tan colored eyes glancing around for something to do. Finally, she stood and went into the kitchen, where the pizza was, as promised, and helped herself.
When she ate to her fill, she looked around the apartment. God, how she loathed it. Its small, cramped corners, its high up location, the heating, the air conditioning, the faucets...everything had a glitch.
And it was so damned small!!
With that, Pan practically jumped to her feet, pulled on her coat quickly, and grabbed her purse. She needed to get out, to get away from the apartment's holds, to a more spacious area.
Damn apartment. It was enough to make a person claustrophobic.
Bra had few viciously on two victims that night, men that worked at a nearby fast food restaurant, savagely drinking from them, almost ripping their throats out. And she had left the clothes there. 'How peculiar that will look to the owner.' she noted evenly.
Her anger had vented, but it hadn't subsided entirely, and so she was out for a walk still, trying to cool down. She needed some place quiet, where there were no people. Pshht, tough luck in the city. And indeed, everywhere she went, there were houses or cars, or noisy people, even late at night. It was getting quite annoying.
'Now, let's see, where can I go to be alone, where it's quiet?' she thought to herself, glancing around, then paused when she noticed the perfect spot, just down the street. "The park." she concluded out loud, and made her way toward the fenced in area.
She had never been to the park much, but the thought thrilled her. The soft, inviting grass, the beautiful, blossomed trees, watching the children play around the toys...those tasty children, full of sweet, sweet, crimson liquid...uh, ahem. And the, um, blossomed trees...'Really, though, it's quite nice,' she thought suddenly, taking a graceful leap over the fence of the park. She longed for the country sometimes, the out-of-town spots with fields and birds, forests, where the sun always shines..
But her thoughts were interrupted as she froze where she was, noticing there was another person at the park. It was a girl, perhaps in her teen years, about Bra's age, leaning forward against the fence, arms folded. From Bra's point of view, the girl had midnight black hair, in some sort of pony tail.
Bra raised an unnerving, thin eyebrow, though she was obviously not threatened by the company, and slowly, with practiced experience, she crept over to the girl, and stopped again when she realized the girl was in a very, very depressed mood.
Now that Bra was closer, she could see that the other one's hair was braided, then pulled back into a pony tail, hold her hair up from her shoulders.
Bra leaned back and inspected the girl, as she did all her victims. She had broad shoulders, but not wide enough to be mistaken as a man, and not unattractive. The posture in which her back was held, Bra could tell the girl was used to hard labor, and her skin was tanned a bit more than anyone else's in Tokyo. The vampire also noticed that she had several scars on her bare arms and hands, light scratches from past experiences. She was obviously not from around here. Bra's eyes trailed downwards, respecting the other's very nicely formed curves, and under the skirt were, as far as Bra could see, very strong legs. They looked like the legs of those runners you see on TV, with tight, well developed thigh muscle, only this girl's wasn't as developed. The skin, again, was tanned and scarred.
She could also tell that the other was in distress by the way she stood. Her back was arched over slightly, with her shoulders drooping just a bit, as broad as they were. Her legs weren't supporting her entirely, but instead she leaned against the fence, as if asking the structure for comfort. Bra would have gladly obliged.
She wanted her. She wanted to be her. The young vampire had always longed for an athletic, not overly muscular body to help show off her true power, like this young woman. It was obvious, Bra noted, that she could overpower most girls her age and older even. Well, average girls, Bra didn't throw herself in the mix.
Her longing eyes were so caught up in studying the girl, she didn't notice the stranger glance over her shoulder suddenly, realizing the trespasser checking her out. The viewer felt the unnerving stare she was now receiving, and her ocean colored eyes immediately shot up to meet the rich, caramel thickness in the irises of the dark haired stranger.
'Hmmm...seems I've been discovered..' Bra chuckled to herself quietly.
Pan had felt uneasy at first, when she had leaned against the fence, thinking about her life as it was. True, she had felt slightly depressed, but the sadness had slowly turned into a tense paranoia when she was sure she sensed a ghost-like presence, and hands, tracing their fingers lightly over her bare skin, sending slight shivers of fear and excitement through her.
When she had finally looked over her shoulder, she saw that there were no hands, but instead another girl standing behind her, watching her quietly. No, not just watching her, studying her intently, the hard look of her shadowed eyes still sending small shivers along her skin, once again feeling the invisible hands of the girl's stare.
Until their gazes met.
Pan almost couldn't stand under the intense stare of those solid, galactic, emerald pools with black centers, leaping to meet her eyes quickly, diving into her soul, piercing her inner substance like an icy dagger.
Her knees shook under the gaze, and she was close to passing out, seeing small hazed blotches of white surround her vision, but even the smog of oncoming unconsciousness could keep out the cold stare.
And the way she was looking at Pan...a small twinkle in her eye, though definitely not a friendly one, and if Pan wasn't so spaced out, she would have noticed the longing, the desire and want in the look..
Pan's fingers were trembling as she bit her lower lip to keep control, then quickly looked away, hardly unable to break off from it, and she hurriedly unlatched the gate, stepped out, and started back home in a brisk walk.
Yes, it was time to go home.
Bra would have taken her. Every part of her inner and outer being knew it. She was also very close to it, and even now she was angry at herself for not doing it when she imagined taking in the scent of the girl, breathing on the hot skin of her neck, tasting her lips, touching her hard, athletic body...the thoughts were enough to make her rip her hair out in frustration.
Right when she had gotten ready to take her victim, she had been locked in the gaze. Brown eyes were not usually very attractive to Bra, and actually green was more appealing to her. But, there was more than brown...there was a mix...not just barky blah. There was a thick, creamy, tannish color in a rich pattern, speckled with bright gold, surrounding the inner pupil of bottomless nothings. It had confused Bra at first, seeing the endless forever in those pupils, but yes, the young vampire has sensed a strong life force in the girl.
For once in her entire life, Bra felt like she was the victim, and the other was a vampire putting the spell through eyes on her. The caramel eyes had swallowed Bra, carrying her into a void in which she had never entered, sending spark signals to her brain, signals that announced a new feeling.
But what was this feeling? What was this strange feeling that only this girl had sparked? A human girl, at that? And why had Bra been unable to move or even think under the engulfing stare of her new found controller? Why did she suddenly feel so charged when she was thinking about her? Why was she thinking about her period?
Bra had lost a kill more than once, but had usually brushed it away. She never grew this frustrated, and never dwelled on it. Even now that she noticed, she was still standing in the same spot, staring onward at the same location where the stranger had just been, thinking about her, though moments had passed since she had left.
"Oh, get over it, Bra." she said to herself, finally turning around and heading off to a new spot, "You'll live to kill another day."
---End of (real) Chapter 1---
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"Hey, Grandpa," Pan said plainly into the mouth piece of the cordless phone, plopping backwards onto her tiny bed next to the window. She made the mistake of looking out, and caught a glimpse of the ground, way down below from her location, and felt her stomach churn. Biting her bottom lip, she looked away from the window and closed her eyes.
"Hey, you there?" Goku's voice sounded over the phone, causing her to realize that she had been too nauseated to hear him before. "What?" she replied, and he paused worried on the other line, "You feeling ok? Everything fine over there?" Pan smiled reassuringly to the phone, "Yeah, don't worry Grandpa, everything's fine."
Suddenly, Gohan opened the door to her room, surprising Pan and causing her to jump halfway off the bed and drop the phone. Her expression shocked and panting, she breathed a sigh of relief, giving him a cold stare, "Geez, don't you ever knock, Dad? God..."
She seemed to be getting colder and more distant with him lately, and he didn't notice it at first through all is work, but the obvious disdain and icy tone to her voice had lately brought her anger toward him to his attention.
He waited for her to pick up the phone and assure Goku that she was still there, then pushed his glasses up his nose and straightened his suit a bit, before saying, "Hey, kiddo, I got called in again for second shift. There's some pizza on the table, if you're hungry, ok?"
She looked down silently, pausing in obvious disappointment as her caramel eyes settled on him once more, "Fine...bye."
He ignored her anger, and only replied, "Bye." Before leaving the room.
She talked with her grandfather a few more minutes, until she heard the door to the apartment open and close, announcing Gohan's departure. A few more words were exchanged before she said she had to go, and bid farewell to Goku before hanging up.
Pan sighed boredly, staring up at her ceiling, watching the force of her breath sending her bangs flying about her forehead before resettling again.
She hated this apartment. There was never anything to do. No board games to play, no children to play with, no one to talk with, no puzzles, no friends, no family...She stiffened at that last thought. No family? What about her father? Well, yeah he was family...But how much has he actually said to her these past months? No more than he absolutely needed to, a few sentences here and there. And the longest you've spent together? A five minute argument on whether algae is a water growth or not.
The teen gave a frustrated grunt, then rolled off her bed and landed on her feet. Alright, so what's the first thought that comes to mind when a girl has nothing to do? Why, play with her hair, of course.
So, with a small smile of anticipation, she approached the bathroom to find some materials for her hair, and started on changing the style.
Bra paced angrily back and forth on the sidewalk in front of her house, arms folded behind her back, the waist length, aqua marine strands of her hair whirling about as she turned and stomped more. After finding out what their daughter had done, they took it better than Bra thought they would. They took it well. In fact, too well. Bra should have known this would happen when they weren't screaming and scolding. Bulma and Vegeta had said that it was time for Bra to be disciplined a little, and so, now she was forced to spend the next three nights outside, to hunt and survive on her own.
She growled in anger, forehead knotted with fury, but it softened slightly when she stopped and looked down. Well, it WAS her fault...She knew better, knew all the rules, like all the vampires. Feed at night, not in light.
She sighed and shook her head, her angry expression changing to a distressed one as she closed her eyes, and buried her face in her hands. Why? Why was she destined with the fate to be leader of her clan? The clan of Tokyo? Why, dammit?!
She growled in frustration, glaring at the ground before storming off down the street. She needed a walk. And she needed to feed. She would be merciless on her victim tonight, she decided, she was just not in the mood for the slow or kinky type right now!
Pan stared silently at her new hair style, tilting her head in many different angles to check it out. She had braided her hair carefully, each strand held perfectly in a cluster of tiny braids. After she was done braiding everywhere, she took the braids and pulled them back into a pony tail, held by a black hair tie. 'Not bad.' she thought to herself, 'not too bad at all.'
At this she leaned back and stared at the mirror, sighing. She was bored again. But now, what was there to do?
Nothing.
Pan looked around the bathroom, silent for a moment, tan colored eyes glancing around for something to do. Finally, she stood and went into the kitchen, where the pizza was, as promised, and helped herself.
When she ate to her fill, she looked around the apartment. God, how she loathed it. Its small, cramped corners, its high up location, the heating, the air conditioning, the faucets...everything had a glitch.
And it was so damned small!!
With that, Pan practically jumped to her feet, pulled on her coat quickly, and grabbed her purse. She needed to get out, to get away from the apartment's holds, to a more spacious area.
Damn apartment. It was enough to make a person claustrophobic.
Bra had few viciously on two victims that night, men that worked at a nearby fast food restaurant, savagely drinking from them, almost ripping their throats out. And she had left the clothes there. 'How peculiar that will look to the owner.' she noted evenly.
Her anger had vented, but it hadn't subsided entirely, and so she was out for a walk still, trying to cool down. She needed some place quiet, where there were no people. Pshht, tough luck in the city. And indeed, everywhere she went, there were houses or cars, or noisy people, even late at night. It was getting quite annoying.
'Now, let's see, where can I go to be alone, where it's quiet?' she thought to herself, glancing around, then paused when she noticed the perfect spot, just down the street. "The park." she concluded out loud, and made her way toward the fenced in area.
She had never been to the park much, but the thought thrilled her. The soft, inviting grass, the beautiful, blossomed trees, watching the children play around the toys...those tasty children, full of sweet, sweet, crimson liquid...uh, ahem. And the, um, blossomed trees...'Really, though, it's quite nice,' she thought suddenly, taking a graceful leap over the fence of the park. She longed for the country sometimes, the out-of-town spots with fields and birds, forests, where the sun always shines..
But her thoughts were interrupted as she froze where she was, noticing there was another person at the park. It was a girl, perhaps in her teen years, about Bra's age, leaning forward against the fence, arms folded. From Bra's point of view, the girl had midnight black hair, in some sort of pony tail.
Bra raised an unnerving, thin eyebrow, though she was obviously not threatened by the company, and slowly, with practiced experience, she crept over to the girl, and stopped again when she realized the girl was in a very, very depressed mood.
Now that Bra was closer, she could see that the other one's hair was braided, then pulled back into a pony tail, hold her hair up from her shoulders.
Bra leaned back and inspected the girl, as she did all her victims. She had broad shoulders, but not wide enough to be mistaken as a man, and not unattractive. The posture in which her back was held, Bra could tell the girl was used to hard labor, and her skin was tanned a bit more than anyone else's in Tokyo. The vampire also noticed that she had several scars on her bare arms and hands, light scratches from past experiences. She was obviously not from around here. Bra's eyes trailed downwards, respecting the other's very nicely formed curves, and under the skirt were, as far as Bra could see, very strong legs. They looked like the legs of those runners you see on TV, with tight, well developed thigh muscle, only this girl's wasn't as developed. The skin, again, was tanned and scarred.
She could also tell that the other was in distress by the way she stood. Her back was arched over slightly, with her shoulders drooping just a bit, as broad as they were. Her legs weren't supporting her entirely, but instead she leaned against the fence, as if asking the structure for comfort. Bra would have gladly obliged.
She wanted her. She wanted to be her. The young vampire had always longed for an athletic, not overly muscular body to help show off her true power, like this young woman. It was obvious, Bra noted, that she could overpower most girls her age and older even. Well, average girls, Bra didn't throw herself in the mix.
Her longing eyes were so caught up in studying the girl, she didn't notice the stranger glance over her shoulder suddenly, realizing the trespasser checking her out. The viewer felt the unnerving stare she was now receiving, and her ocean colored eyes immediately shot up to meet the rich, caramel thickness in the irises of the dark haired stranger.
'Hmmm...seems I've been discovered..' Bra chuckled to herself quietly.
Pan had felt uneasy at first, when she had leaned against the fence, thinking about her life as it was. True, she had felt slightly depressed, but the sadness had slowly turned into a tense paranoia when she was sure she sensed a ghost-like presence, and hands, tracing their fingers lightly over her bare skin, sending slight shivers of fear and excitement through her.
When she had finally looked over her shoulder, she saw that there were no hands, but instead another girl standing behind her, watching her quietly. No, not just watching her, studying her intently, the hard look of her shadowed eyes still sending small shivers along her skin, once again feeling the invisible hands of the girl's stare.
Until their gazes met.
Pan almost couldn't stand under the intense stare of those solid, galactic, emerald pools with black centers, leaping to meet her eyes quickly, diving into her soul, piercing her inner substance like an icy dagger.
Her knees shook under the gaze, and she was close to passing out, seeing small hazed blotches of white surround her vision, but even the smog of oncoming unconsciousness could keep out the cold stare.
And the way she was looking at Pan...a small twinkle in her eye, though definitely not a friendly one, and if Pan wasn't so spaced out, she would have noticed the longing, the desire and want in the look..
Pan's fingers were trembling as she bit her lower lip to keep control, then quickly looked away, hardly unable to break off from it, and she hurriedly unlatched the gate, stepped out, and started back home in a brisk walk.
Yes, it was time to go home.
Bra would have taken her. Every part of her inner and outer being knew it. She was also very close to it, and even now she was angry at herself for not doing it when she imagined taking in the scent of the girl, breathing on the hot skin of her neck, tasting her lips, touching her hard, athletic body...the thoughts were enough to make her rip her hair out in frustration.
Right when she had gotten ready to take her victim, she had been locked in the gaze. Brown eyes were not usually very attractive to Bra, and actually green was more appealing to her. But, there was more than brown...there was a mix...not just barky blah. There was a thick, creamy, tannish color in a rich pattern, speckled with bright gold, surrounding the inner pupil of bottomless nothings. It had confused Bra at first, seeing the endless forever in those pupils, but yes, the young vampire has sensed a strong life force in the girl.
For once in her entire life, Bra felt like she was the victim, and the other was a vampire putting the spell through eyes on her. The caramel eyes had swallowed Bra, carrying her into a void in which she had never entered, sending spark signals to her brain, signals that announced a new feeling.
But what was this feeling? What was this strange feeling that only this girl had sparked? A human girl, at that? And why had Bra been unable to move or even think under the engulfing stare of her new found controller? Why did she suddenly feel so charged when she was thinking about her? Why was she thinking about her period?
Bra had lost a kill more than once, but had usually brushed it away. She never grew this frustrated, and never dwelled on it. Even now that she noticed, she was still standing in the same spot, staring onward at the same location where the stranger had just been, thinking about her, though moments had passed since she had left.
"Oh, get over it, Bra." she said to herself, finally turning around and heading off to a new spot, "You'll live to kill another day."
---End of (real) Chapter 1---
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