Death Stalker: The Battousai Vampire Chronicals

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin.

(Insert nervous laughter here) Well, er, I lost the writings I had already for this chapter, so this is just..what..I... "remember." Very late update, don't kill me. Please.

Oh, yes, as for how this will go...I'm not a huge fan of KenshinxKaoru, so I will use a nameless character. Sorry, everyone! You can pretend she's Kaoru...-.-;;

I am unforgivable, and my sins label infinite. There is nothing equal to the pain I've caused.

Chapter Two – Equivalent Exchange

A figure stole up in the spot he had been a moment earlier. Whoever it was wore a cloak; the common wear for someone in that time. They looked down at the body, before rolling it over. They paused, and I had the feeling that they were looking for something...But then, they leaned down, and lay what looked like a violet on the dead man's heart.

I wasn't sure what was happening; who was this person? I shuffled from foot to foot, but murmured darkly when a twig snapped beneath me.

The figure spun around, drawing a sword from under the cloak. It dazzled in the moonlight; it was a brilliant blade, anyone could see that.

The figure took what they must have imagined to be a menacing step forward. Their pose was straight, perfect, but still somehow relaxed...Why, I couldn't imagine.

"Battousai." The word was blood-chilling; and suddenly, forcefully, thoughts of Tomoe were brought into my mind, and hate rose within me. I fought it down. "Come out of hiding. We need to talk." No, this was not Tomoe. She had never had such a tone of sarcasm...

Still, I chose not to come out. If this person saw me, then I'd have to kill them...And I was no longer one for unnecessary slaughter.

Suddenly, the figured sighed. "Fine. Be that way." He left me no time to ponder his words; next second, he had charged into the woods where I was.

I leapt back, obviously surprised. No intelligent swordsman would rush blindly into a dark woods where they thought their enemy might be.

Unless, of course, they were complete idiots.

Hopefully not.

But all other thoughts were stopped when I found myself pinned to the floor, in a position I was familiar with only the other way around.

The stranger's knee was pushed painfully into my stomach, the other between my legs. His left hand clutched my gi into a bundle, pulling my forward, and the tip of their keen blade was at my throat. I could almost feel it cutting into my skin; but of course, there shouldn't be any blood.

Gulping slightly, I raised my eyes so I could see this person. The hood had fallen off when he had charged at me...But.

"He" was really a she.

I surveyed this person—female—with interest. Her hair fell in waves down her back, pulled into a loose ponytail. Her face was pale, but flushed slightly. But what I found most interesting were her eyes.

They were a deep blue. But they burned with a passion, a hate. A never ending pool of indigo flames. They were filled with hate, pain, numbness. They seemed to glare at me with a life of their own, letting me see into the depths of this girl...

"Battousai." The word was hissed from her lips, and they were filled with just as much hate as her eyes. I frowned, letting myself look like the killer she must've hoped I was...I bared my fangs; that usually scared most commoners off.

As I was soon to find out, this girl was no commoner.

"What do you want?" I growled back. I may have sounded cruel, but on the inside, there was something there...Something...Familiarly foreign.

The cold blade must've pushed harder onto my throat, as I felt more pressure there.

"Your life in return for mine."

My first thoughts? What is she, a zombie? The living dead?

Of course, that would make me one as well.

"You killed my family." A grim smile emerged on her face. Grim satisfaction. "This is only fair. Equivalent exchange. Ever hear of it?"

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