Haunting Mists
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Apology time! I know I said I wouldn't continue this. But I am.
And as for blackmail-- she tells, she dies. :) See? I cleared it
up nicely.
Standard DBZ disclaimer. Lena's mine. Take and die.
And that's all I've got to say about that.
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Her head bent dow eagerly to drink from her victim, her tawny
brown eyes darting to the opening of the alley to keep watch as
she savored the bittersweet taste of the warm blood as it rolled
over her tongue and into her throat.
Only too soon, she let her grip on her victim go before she could
take enough of his life's liquid for him to to die.
No, she didn't kill. She took just enough for her, but she didn't
kill. She had not a wish to follow in the path so many of her
Kind chose to. She was only a half-blood. She had not the
burning, blood-thristy desire for death as had the others.
She let out a shrill scream as she climbed the rungs of the metal
fire ladder, so that someone might find her prey before it was
too later.
From the rooftop she watched silently as the man was found before
she turned to stare at the fading stars. Another night gone,
another taste of warm blood as it gushed from the wounds she
inflicted... Her tongue flicked eagerly over her sharp canines
and then over her stained lips, taking the few remaining drops.
She moaned softly as the taste exploded once more in her mouth.
Such pleasure every drop of it gave her. Even before she'd become
one of Them, she'd always loved to taste blood whenever she'd
been cut or scraped. She'd loved the way it oozed through the
broken skin, it's scarlet brillance unmissible against her plae
flesh, loving the way it travelled, colling as it hit thr air,
down her skin before her tongue caught it. She was glad she was
only a half-blood. She was still half-alive, but yet
half-vampire. Unlike the rest of her kind, she could venture into
the sunlight, and watch the sun rise.
A simple pleasure taken for granted by the billions of mortals that milled below, she thought sadly, as she leapt with a strength and grace that no mortal could ever possess over the rooftops of the city. Within minutes, she'd reached her home and slipped inside her window. She'd changed and jumped into bed just as the sun rose and it's rays streaked through her window.
Another night gone.
Another night of many.
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She was awoken an hour and some later by someone shaking her and yelling her name. She groaned and put her pillow on top of her head, swatting the person away. The mortal part of her wanted to sleep.
"Get up already, Lena! It's almost time for school!" The person grabbed both the blanket and the pillow and threw them across the room, out of her reach.
"I'm up!" She mumbled, sitting up, her eyes still closed. "Go away."
"Nope. Now come on. You're not gonna be late today. Whadda you do, stay up all night reading?"
In spite of herself, Lena smirked. "Something like that." She murmured, as her stepsister flung open the doors of her closet and began rummaging around. A pair of jeans and a dark green turtleneck hit her.
"Wear that. Breakfast is ready-- if you're not down there in three minutes I'm going to drag you down."
"Since when did I let you start bossing me around, Nicole?" She asked, as the girl started to leave the room.
"Since you started making me late every single waking day." Nicole stucked her tongue out at Lena as she closed the door.
Sighing, she ran her tongue over her sharp teeth as she pulled on the clothes, still partially asleep. She stumbled down the stairs, bookbag in hand. Nicole shoved a piece of buttered toast in her hand and pulled her out the door, yelling good-bye on the way.
"Hey, what's the rush?" Lena asked. She was finally awake, and dumped the toast in a trashcan as Nicole slowed down and let her death grip on Lena's wrist go.
She wasn't hungry.
The very thought made her want to laugh. there was some sort of bitter irony of her being a half-blood. She was considered weird by just about everyone, so her strange habits didn't bring up much of a concern. And no one ever thought she'd amount to anything. She was supposed to be just another face in an anonymous sea of faces. Perhaps it wasn't irony... perhaps it was resentment that she had become more than what was expected and no one knew it except for an unfortunate few.
"Lena, you're spacing on me again. Lighten up, you're so depressing. No wonder you don't have any friends!"
"I've got friends." Lena grumbled.
"You mean your cat? He's not a friend, he's..."
"Strange, go ahead and say it." Lena sighed.
"Give it up, Nik. I'm a lost case. I am, and shall forever be, strange." She did a partial bow. Nicole playfully shoved her.
"Come on, I can make anyone normal." She pumped one fist into the air. "I am the Queen of Popularity!" Lena groaned and rolled her eyes.
What an idiot.
"So, your higness, would you like to enter the school now or shall we argue some more about my weirdness." Lena motioned to the school building they'd almost passed. Nicole flushed. She looked comlpetely embarrassed as they entered the building, and Lena was glad she couldn't blush. She liked her own pale flesh the way it was.
"I'm going this way. See you at noon!" Nicole chirped, and headed toward her locker.
Idiot, Lena thought to herself. That blush gives her away. She's not all that cool after all. She grabbed her books from her locker and headed off for her first three classes of the day... including...
She shuddered involiatarily.
Just because the class was a cinch for her didn't mean she liked it.
Gym.
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Even though she was stronger, okay, a LOT stronger, than anyone else in her class, she became very exhausted after a short time. Almost to the point of unconsciousness if pushed too far. And it made the teachers think she was faking it all, because she could always jump back up after a few seconds out.
Good as new, sometimes better. And today, they were playing volleyball. The sport of Satan. She dove for the ball, and hit it hard, sending it flying over the net and crashing into a jock, sending him down with it. Lena laughed as he had to be helped up. Well, duh. No one in their right mind would have stood in the way of that. The idiot got what he deserved.
"Nice hit, Lena!" A girl that Lena only vaguly recognized said to her. Lena just watched the ball, and pretended she hadn't heard. She hated compliments. She didn't know why, but she did. Volleyball might be a little better than the other sports. At least you got to rest while you played. She watched as the ball came her way again.
If anyone gets in the way of this, I pity them! She thought harshly, and her hand came up and hit the ball as hard as she could without busting it. And she watched, smirking, as the same jock who'd tried to block her ball before went for it again.
The thud echoed through the gym, and everyone jumped as the guy went back a few feet, and his head conencted with the hard floor.
El Jerko will feel that in the morning!
But yet, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of sympathy. That ball was going very fast, and she was genuinly impressed when he stood up, albeit with much help, and walked overto the sidelines, blood oozing down from his mouth.
Lena wasn't hungry, but the sight of the blood was giving her control a fighting battle. She still had the instinct of a vampire, and blood always sent their tempers roaring. The bell saved her. It woke her from her staring contest with him, and for the first time she noticed the anger in his eyes.
He wasn't happy about his condition. Lena saw it in his eyes. She could feel the anger radiating from him. And when it would have frightened any other girl, it just made the adrenile pump to her every vien. The instincts of the killer began to roar again, and she quickly picked up her bookbag and slung it over one shoulder. She leant against the side of the bleachers to catch her breath, and she felt her strength return. Being a half blood had it's advantages, but this certainly wasn't one of them.
She was about to go ahead to the cafeteria when she felt someone approach her. Someone grabbed her roughly and she was shoved against the wall, and found herself looking into a pair of very angry hazel eyes.
What was his name again? Bobby? Yeah, that sounds about right. She stared at him, wondering if she would let him live or die. So he's angry I knocked the air out of him a couple of times. This is rediculous.
"What do you think you're doing?" Her voice was perfectly calm and controlled, not an ounce of emotion in it, and it only infuriated him more.
"You made a fool out of me." He hissed.
"Oh, pity, really. Why don't you go tell someone who cares? Because really, I don't." She said lazily. "Now, if you'll let me go, I'd like to meet Nicole for lunch..."
"You're not going anywhere--"
His fist came flying at her. Just before it connected--
Pain.
White-hot pain shot through his arm, and he felt the bones in his hand crack. He stared dumbly at her. One delicate, harmless looking hand had caught his punch, mid-swing, and squeezed it hard enough to make his bones break.
Her eyes were suddenly harsh.
"Don't ever try to hit me." Venom seeped through her voice. "I'll kill you next time."
He screamed as she squeezed even harder.
"Don't pick a fight unless you know what you're up against." She kicked him away from her, and picked up the bookbag that had fallen when he'd grabbed her. She gave him a two-fingered wave and left the gym, heading for lunch.
She was hungry now.
She waited in the shadows, her fangs glistening as she watched people pass. One of them would come her way. It was only fate. And she could wait. Her hunger was one that could wait, but the longer she waited, the less of a change her prey had at living.
Soon enough, one of them, a loner, came her way for peace and quite. Her senses screamed at her, screeching that they sensed blood drawing closer. It entered the alleyway. She leapt down upon it, not giving it a chance to scream before her fangs found a vien and plunged in. Blood became to come, in a gushing current. She drank it happily, savoring it all, it's sweetness now sweeter than ever.
She let go of her prey quickly as she heard footsteps approach. She wasn't satsified yet, but being partially hungry was better than being discovered. She couldn't let herself be found. She slunk back into the shadows as someone else entered the alley. The blood began to pound in her ears when she saw who it was. It was that stupid Jock she'd nearly killed.
"Nicole, wait, don't be mad, I just meant--" he froze as he saw the girl on the cold ground, and Lena gasped as she realized who she'd attacked.
She'd attacked Nicole!
If she could have fainted, she would have.
"What happened--" He turned to run out and alert someone. She couldn't let that happen.
"Don't move a muscle, El Jocko. Or I won't be a nice girl for long." She said softly. He froze, and looked around wildly.
"Lena?!"
"Exactly." She stepped into his line of sight. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't mean to get her, but as you noticed, it's kind of dark in here." She made a sweeping motion of the alley.
"W-what are you?"
"A half-blood. You see, our fight left me a bit hungry, and though I comtemplated drinking from you to make you pay some more for attacking me, but I'm still half-human, and the human part of me does have a heart, you know." She spoke in a coy voice, that unnerved him. "I didn't want to do that to Nicole, but she'll be fine. A headache for a few hours, but otherwise okay."
She had begun pacing, in a slow, cat-like way. "But you. You're another matter. You see, no one has seen me before. No one knows I'm a half-vampire." He swallowed, hard. Was he going to die? "I could do things the way it should be done, and kill you. But I've a heart. Now, how can I be sure you're not going to tell everyone I'm a vampire?"
"I won't-- I promise--"
"Ah, that's not good enough." She said. "Where do you live?" It was the same voice from before. Shaking, he gave her the address. "Very good. Now, if I hear one rumor, one whisper, one look... I'll come pay you a little visit." She winked at him. "I do have a very good memory, you know." And walked past him, brushing his shoulder lightly with her's.
He shuddered, still trembling from fear. "I'll be watching..." She whispered, her lips brushing his ear softly, her long fingers dancing across his throat where she could feel the blood pounding. She could smell his fear, and it made her own pulse beat. She was a killer at heart, and the scent of fear teased at her control. "And a little hint--" she said softly.
"Don't be so afraid. If you ever meet a real vampire, they'll kill you." She walked out into the daylight, and flinched a little. The sun was bright today.
She shuddered against it and picked up her bag. She went for the edge of campus, and almost defiantly, kept walking. She watched as some gave her suspicious glances, but she didn't stop walking. The threat of harm would not stop the rumors for long, and she knew it.
Only for a while.
Her discovery was inevitable, and she knew it.
I just didn't think it would be so soon.
She closed her eyes. I wish I could go away from here... to anywhere...
She opened her eyes to see a blinding light.
When she came to, she noticed she felt different.
Very different. More powerful, much more powerful. Her senses, which she thought outstanding before, had been heightened tenfold.
"Hey, Goten, look at this!" She heard a faint voice yell. "It's a girl!"
"It is-- she's got a tail. D'you think she's a saiya-jin?"
She opened her eyes to see two boys standing over her, one with lavendar hair, the other with black hair. Both of them looked deadpan as they talked to each other, not noticing she was awake.
A tail? I don't have a-- I'VE GOT A TAIL! She looked down to see a tail that was lashing out all over the place. She made it stop moving, and it went to wrap around her waist. She was wearing a pair of dark blue pants and a dark blue short-sleeved shirt, both made of some material similar to spandex. I don't wear spandex. I hate spandex. And I've got a tail, in the name of all that is holy! And I don't feel like a vampire anymore...
She ran her tongue over her teeth. Still sharp, and she still had her fangs, only they weren't a vampire's. Different... She felt power. Like she could stand up and blow the world to bits in a second.
"She's awake, Goten." The lavendar-haired boy said. Goten bent down beside her. "Are you okay?" He asked. She jumped up.
"Where am I? Who are you?" She asked. Her tail had begun to twitch.
"You're on Earth-- Tokyo." He flinched as she stared at him with her unnerving golden-brown eyes. "And I'm Goten. This is Trunks."
"I'm Lena. Selena, actually. But call me Lena." She looked at both of them suspiciously. "You're half-bloods." She didn't know why she said it, but the knowledge came to her instantly. In this world, there were no vampires. Only humans and aliens. And she was as close as one got to being a killer.
She was a saiya-jin. Her tail twitched again.
"How did you know?" Trunks asked, his eyes narrowing just like her's. Lena just glared at them.
"How did I get here?" She demanded. "I was just going to go back and kill that jerk. And then I'm here. Explain." Goten looked at Trunks.
"Oh, she's a saiya-jin alright. That attitude is unmistakenibly Vegeta."
"We don't know how you got here." Trunks said, pretending he didn't hear that last comment. "We just found you. Are you an saiya-jin? You've got the tail and everything..." Lena nodded, cursing softly under her breath. She fell back down the ground, landing on her knees. She just sat there for a minute, staring at the unfamilar landscape.
"Are you okay?"
Lena shook her head. This is wonderful. I'm not a vampire anymore, instead I'm a bloodthirsty killer that has incredible power. A change for the better, and I can feel I'm still half-immortal. She looked up at the two boys, and opened her mouth to speak.
She fainted.
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