Vampire Bloodline…

Fhb

Certain virgin could be smelt over many fields of grass and rice. Water fields glistened under the failing shine of a blue moon. Reflections of a running man in water could be seen as he chased what seem to be a scream he hope he could reach. But coming closer, to this in point view, we see a creature of made-up fibs and fantasy. This was not a man as seen from far, in fact, it was nothing more than the imaginations worse-nightmare. Feeding on our anxities, bores a vampire who runs forth for the scream he hears. The scream which is owned by a woman. The mothering black earth blows a wind on his form sending him adrift under the blinking heavens. Fluttering blue, red and yellow stars in queer look down at our dot of an earth. The scream echoes the nothingness of this void night. Perched in the highest volume, he hears the resounding fear from her.

Closer he approach, the sound of screaming becoming almost more and more intense. Adrenalins were up and ki alteration flickered alternatively. The vampire whom was understood by our knowledge of the supernatural, stopped. He would not falter into the dark, but he did stop knowing something was very wrong. The scent in the air was outstandingly high, and the fact that vampires knew fully well they could not drink at such sacred months angered him most definitely. There beyond the gentle curtain of trees, a young woman was slackly held in the embrace of one of the top vampires. He drank her blood, swallowing the thick red beverage most hungrily. The gentle muffled moans of pain, slowly flattered to darkness. What surprised this amber eye vampire was indeed how Enishi drank a virgin's blood so sinfully.

"You falter into such a world where beverage is mistake, and life on your drink. Your red wines you drink so freely breaking sacredness endlessly" spoke a dark intone voice.

The vampires around the young woman, scampered at the voice. Such a voice could only be trended by the demon and cross himself, vampire Battousai. Legend his name sprung, from the valleys of hell where they were chanted on hells many, many bells.

"Lord Battousai…good afternoon my lord" Enishi plucked free from the scrumptious creature in his hands…

"Afternoon is worn into the cloak of darkness, where she wears new robes and she primes herself nigh. Why Enishi have you sipped and sampled such a woman when you know our sacred practices?"

"Be damned the rules…how can the rules tell us vampire not share in the wealth of human blood? Be gone you say, but know this vampire must and must I shall repeat feed on the slow fluid in mortals skin. Beyond the tissue lays a slurry of red mush in soft thin flesh. Enjoy with me and allow the centuries of festivity sacredness befall…" Enishi grinned.

"You must think Enishi I am but a fool?" Battousai's voice was a shadow of his raging heart. "You must think I am a here to listen to a feeble attempt such as yours buttered in lies and fabricated in colourful fallacies. Such dreams you have on feeding on the poorest, on the meekest. Bruising through these few lines of our world and mortal world you have defiled our sacredness and tasted and sampled, the mere mortal woman in front of you. Tasted in such a world she can not befall back to reality." Battousai barked, growling in a way to reveal such long pointing canine. "Begone broken blood"

Enishi hissed throwing the woman to the floor, "you may think this is all over. But forget not, I will always be here, in shadow, in dust to be your reflection, coming back and killing you. Just because my kind does not always follow the rule, does not mean, I am lesser than you. Open your eyes Battousai, Vampires were made from what? Not a bloodline, not a kin? A vampire serves its name, a feeder on mortals red wines. If you wish to let honour befall mental meal, then I—and I, do not care to be apart of this. Adeui Battousai."

Enishi walked away in the darkness, leaving nothing but a ki of bad trailing behind. Battousai snorted. Never was that Yukishiro obedient. Blasted and damned the boy indeed. Battousai could smell thick blood wavered in the air, he sniffed and then before his eyes, they befall to the woman who was tiredly and wasted by Enishi.

He looked around at the ring of vampires, "why did you all not stop him…?" came his one single question as he went forward for the lying woman on the floor…

"Because he did not bite her milord" a cold voice answered. Battousai snapped his head to the voice, "did not?"

"No milord" the young vampire spoke, "it so happened, she bled herself freely. Suicide my lord" the vampire finished his sentence.

"She is suicidal. Queer. Mortals…they are creatures who are most certainly complicated, but fascinatingly distorted by troubles they allowed to birth" Battousai picked up the woman only to have…

'My love for you was like a sailing star…always going to the furthest corners of this earth, lighting your way bright, back to my heart. Our love can not die my dear…'

'What the hell are you talking about?'

'Vampire and mere mortal was meant to burn beneath the flesh and sensually join as one. In holy affliction, in holy sin'

'You will die creature of the barely living'

'Come my little one…and let me taste your wrath whole'

'Aghh!! Begone of youuu!!'

Battousai lifted the young woman, feeling the weight of life and blood still sinking in her. Her blood still dripped yet he would not engorge himself on this pathetic creature whom wants to filth herself in death. There was a boundary between acceptance in a vampire, and mortal. Lunging her over his shoulder he walked back to what seem to be a home shrouded in shadow, never to be found by a mortal. The scent she wore became increasingly sickening, blurring a desire over the mere mattered-consequences. Battousai felt intoxicated, but he walked on, being taunted by the currents of blood. Seductively they called at him, whispering and muttering only desirable things his mind wanted to hear. Yet Battousai was all about honour. And though he caught himself a catch, he would not feed upon her as customary vampires. He believed that Vampires should not drink in certain months, that they should acknowledge the months of Holy Sin, of Holy Affliction. Battousai never knew as he was a child, why he could absorb such knowledge about his kins past. A past that was shadowed and not meant to be known, but then it was. As a small child, he would have dreams of this woman who fought off the top vampire, but then as she seem angry at first, an erotic scene of lovers in a black bed was seen. Battousai lived with the memory of two powerful lovers, neither making neither extinct. In commemoration of that memory, he made a special month donated to the most powerful beings to once walk our earth.

Yet why could he in such a long time, get newly founded flashbacks of the same lovers in a woman he barely touched? Connections you say? Don't know---don't know…

Battousai walked faster and faster until saw before him a huge establishment unveil from the darkness. It was a castle known only to the things of darkness. Walking to the huge monstrosity, he noted the way the castle sounded. No noises. Odd. He shook it off, but not that completely. Up the rich marble stair-cases he walked, past large windows which exhaled cold winds. Past the curtains and moonlight and alas, the door he looked for was upon him. Opening the door, he walked forward noticing the stray light of the moon still sifting through. Placing the bleeding woman on the bed, he left her there with his hand bathed in blood. He growled, the scent both invigorating but sickening to his honour.

'And my honour is my weapon to my desires'

"Hmm…" turned a pretty face at a next pretty face.

Black hair managed to get tangled in a web of craziness on the skin of her sleeping partner. She groaned realizing that she was somehow kind of cold. Opening her eyes just so barely, she realized what was happening. Before she could fully take the shock, the shock took her.

"AGHHH!!" she pushed the person beside her off the bed…

"Ouchh!"

"W-What the h-hell is going on asshole?" she screamed at him trying to find something to cover up herself.

"The salutations I get for saving your life is most convenient" he sardonically added.

"Convenient my ass! Lemme ask you a question bucko…what the hell do you think you were doing sleeping with me…NEWFLASH, naked?" she mentally screamed.

"I couldn't taste your blood so I took your clothes off to dissipate the smell" he a man—a beast, a whatever he was, stood tall. With a descriptive nude body of luscious salacious thoughts only teenage girls thought, Kaoru found herself scowling yet liking what she saw. So what, ain't all girls a lil bad?! Kaoru took his facial description into consideration. He looked liked he weighed a 100 –and something, he was not from around Tokyo, and primarily, he wore the sexiest pair of contact lenses she had ever seen. The amber contacts MWAH, really blew his character on fire. Hubba hubba!! Meow—rrr!! His red hair all tied in a high pony, was almost in resemblance to flames. And that scar on his cheek, though it was just one slash (not two slashes to form the x) it looked real good. Of course she wasn't gonna tell lil Romeo over there that!!-----stoppp---did he say taste my blood? Somebody pinch me?!!

"Bucko when you say taste me…in fact really what do you mean?" Kaoru backed up…

"Taste you? I mean…as in" he vanished before her eyes and suddenly materialized in front of her. Pushing her back into the black bed, he hissed revealing lengthy canines as those found in dogs, "I mean taste you…whole and fresh" he licked his lips…

Kaoru was frozen… 'what happened?'

An: I am alas finished with this chapter. Much work for me. Got a lot of studies. My don't we all? Well right now me hates school. Boring and very stressful. Anyways, much love to you my fellow punker-bado peeps. Much love and say what you want coz you were meant to say it---especially to those asses!!

SAY WHAT YOU WANT! AS YOU WANT! HOW YOU WANT!! BYEE!!