AN: Hey, I noticed that this story didn't say Shizuru and Natsuki pairing on FF. Net so I changed it over. Thank you Amanda for being my BETA.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mai-Hime

Warnings: Futanari story Vampire-Demon story with smut-like references.

"Talking"

"Thinking or P.O.V"

My lungs pumped so hard that I felt they would burst at any given moment as I ran toward the fountain, ignoring the cold fall wind and the chilly nighttime air around me. Its dampness wet my hoodie as I launched myself forward with the fountain now in sight. As I arrived, panting and breathless, I leaned against the fountain's stone edge, bracing myself against its strength. The stillness around me caused a shiver to run down my spine as did the drop of sweat trickling down toward my waistline. The light posts surrounding the courtyard were the only source of light, the stars shielding their eyes against the city lights hours ago. The lackluster lighting made it difficult to see properly, and I wondered if a campus security guard would be nearby at this hour, patrolling as usual. I preferred not to be caught after hours, knowing that a curfew violation would not look good on my record.

I flicked my eyes toward the left, instinctively not flinching, yet detecting a mysterious presence. Then I felt my stomach turn after a moment upon seeing a security guard uniform on the stranger and a flashlight being shined in my direction. I squinted my eyes from the harsh glow of the flashlight, noting the light blue dress shirt, dark blue tie, pants and shiny black boots of the typical campus security uniform. Yet for all his normalcy, something was strange and out of place about this person. As I searched his face for a clue to his intentions, my throat hardened and my mouth became dry. I watched a slow smile spread across his scruffy face, his brown, shaggy hair appearing untidy and disarrayed. My pulse quickened at the thought of being backed into a self-inflicted corner, knowing that I had come for answers but instead may have earned myself a strike on my record for violating curfew. But I would run like hell if I had to, especially from some nobody campus security rip off.

"What are you doing here this late?" he asked, his voice perhaps as gruff as his hair was unkempt.

"S-Sorry, I was going to head out to the store. I needed a ruler for my homework."

"The store is closed at this hour Ms. Kuga."

My breath hitched. Instinctively, I stepped forward and hardened my fists, looking into his eyes as I readied myself, though for what I knew not. This man knew my name and that was enough cause for alarm and confusion. I knew I had to ask.

"Are you the one who sent the email?"

I stood my ground, readying myself for the important conversation that I had been preparing for over the years since my father's death.

"Strange for a princess to be out here without her Knight, especially since your father was a grandmaster Templar," he said nonchalantly, as he placed his free hand on his hip and raked his eyes over me from head to toe, his smartass smirk never leaving his face.

"I thought you would know better," he continued. "Well it's better this way you know. Despite being sent back to hell for this, I can get one last snack. It's a shame that she hasn't fed from you yet. You might've been spared."

"W-What do you mean grandmaster Templar?! What do you know about my father - tell me!"

I had no idea what he was talking about – the Knight, Templar, princesses or someone 'feeding' from me. All I cared about in this array of nonsense was what he knew about my father.

I lunged toward him in anger, frantically grasping at the air as he was suddenly out of my reach before I felt myself thrown backward with some kind of violent gust or supernatural force. My body was lifted from the ground as I was flung backward, crashing into a nearby wooden bench and breaking it in half. I felt the air propelled from my lungs and my abdomen screamed in pain at the snapping of ribs and the pain in my lower spine. If I'd had any breath in me to yell at my attacker, I would have, but as I lay there on the ground, it was all I could to simply keep my eyes open and watch these events unfold around me.

His twisted face became even more distorted and suddenly I understood why he seemed so eerily out of place. His true form became more apparent as horns emerged, breaking through his skin to reveal six sharp points amidst mangled flesh that then hung loosely around his ugly face. The largest pair of horns adorned his forehead and his sharp fangs hung over his fattened lower lip in a severe overbite, while his claws extended themselves from gnarled fingers, growing to a staggering length in their blackened horror. This creature was no longer human and far from it: he stood seven feet high, naked and slobbering as his muscles contorted and bulged, the veins protruding under his skin, threatening to burst past their leathery barrier.

He made his way toward me and I cringed to hear his claws scrape on the ground at such an offensive, audible frequency. His smell was almost as putrid as his appearance as he came closer to my struggling body.

I attempted to pick myself up but fell back with a thud against the wrecked bench, my injuries too great to accommodate my commands of escape. I pushed myself up once more, only to stumble and fall as splinters of the bench pierced my palms and I grit my teeth as I felt that death would surely overtake me. Blood spewed from my mouth as I lay there and I fought to ensure it didn't make its way into my lungs as I gasped for breath. I looked on as seven other figures of similar form emerged from the shadows, seemingly drawn from nowhere, or perhaps from another realm, and their sloppy, twisted bodies all approached and stood around me, salivating and hungry. Tears came to my eyes as my leg was pulled, hoisting me upside down and dangling into the air. I was face to face with the original demonic attacker and his disgusting breath burned my skin slightly as he spoke with a gruff voice.

"Now look what your scent has done, you've attracted the rest of my pack! Now I have to share – uh, what's this?"

As my grandmother's Rosary exposed itself from my shirt, hanging upside down with me, I felt anger at the notion of it being violated by these filthy creatures more than I felt pity at my current situation and probable death by way of demonic consumption. If I was going to die, it wouldn't be without my Rosary. Even if they were to be the last words to end my young adult life, I'd fight to keep their meaty hands away. Inside though, I was praying for a miracle.

"If you're going to kill me then do it, but don't you dare ever touch my grandmothers rosary you fucking filth!" I screamed at them with all the life left within me.

The demon paused, surprise registering across its wretched face before he broke into roars of sadistic laughter as it reached with large clawed hand for the small objected around my neck. The beast squeezed my leg tighter, snapping my leg like a twig and I screamed in agony, the pain speaking volumes of irreparable damage. Still, I could not give up. I had so much left unfinished.

"Ugh…I said back the fuck off!"

Suddenly I fell to the ground, landing on my head, completing the circle of full assault to the one body part which had thus far managed to dodge being directly hit. I was quickly distracted from this, as my eyes snapped open and I heard the demon screech in pain. His arm lay beside him, apparently having been severed in one fell swoop. Blood spewed from his open wound on his shoulder where his arm once connected, his scream of agony piercing the cold night air. Not a soul stirred to investigate the noises in the courtyard the entire time this scene unfolded, and I wondered how it could be that no one cared. His voice shook the very ground and thundered in my ears.

In a haze I saw a glint of moonlight flash atop the glaze of shiny black wings, fully opened in their glorious, charcoal splendor. I could only see the backside of this newcomer on the scene, but the familiarity of her aura washed over me while her tawny locks fell softly down her bare shoulders and backside. A red bra wrapped itself around her upper torso, clasped at the back and she wore only jeans above bare feet. In that moment, I blacked out and felt the darkness beckoning me, enveloping my soul in azure comfort; in this darkness, I could hear sounds, voices, distant conversations.

"What the hell, is this kid stupid or what! Astral projecting at this time a night!"

"Shhh…she'll hear you. We have to get her back to her body. I just hope she can go back. Her soul is pretty damaged."

"Tch…she'll heal. As for that pack back there, who the hell do you think could have done that? Those marks on those bodies? Those were made by a Knight! What the fuck is a Knight doing here? I thought they don't deal with humans, especially ones like her. The only Knight we know is Fujino."

"I don't know Nao, we are almost here now."

My eyes snapped open and sweat rested in beads on my brow as I shot up in my bed. I checked my body noting each injury I remembered receiving in great detail, seemingly just moments before. Everything was healed. I threw back the covers and checked my leg. I wiggled my toes to see that every body part seemed to function normally. What happened to me last night I did not know, but the surroundings of my dorm room brought me back to reality as I noticed the morning light creeping in through my window. It was around six thirty on Tuesday and I took stock of my clothing as I crawled out of bed in confusion. I was in nothing more than a sports bra and ripped jeans, but other than that, nothing seemed to be out of place. Then it hit me: my grandmother's Rosary - it was gone.

I searched the area, looking everywhere I could think of that would possibly lead to the discovery of the missing Rosary. I noticed Alyssa, sound asleep and oblivious in the bed on the other side of the room, and felt a sense of envy at her ability to sleep through an earthquake before turning my attention to a note that had been apparently slid under my door during the night. I was so upset about my grandma's Rosary that I could barely focus on reading the words in the letter as I opened it and attempted to digest its meaning. Had someone taken the Rosary from me during the night? Was it a prank of some kind? Who would do such a thing? If Alpha-Beta was behind it, they would all live to regret ever stealing it from me in their immature plot to annoy me.

I remembered having it on me at all times, except during showers. I tried to push my anger away, as I needed to focus, and my eyes widened as I noticed the same elegant writing on this letter as was on the card I'd received from Alpha-Beta, only this one wasn't written in wax. The same scent arose from the paper as the words sent my heart racing and my arousal soaring.

Dear Ms. Kuga,

It has come to my attention that I have something that belongs to you. I will be in office 27 in the science department.

Shizuru Fujino

That name...Fujino.

I knew my dream was no dream. I felt it in my bones. I knew by biochemistry standards that the brain tended to shut down most memories of dreams, barring them behind some neurological blockades. I knew that dreams were thoughts carried over into REM sleep, emotions and actions from days past reacting with the long and short-term memory sequences. I knew the all the scientific facts about how dreams worked. I knew! And yet, I struggled to comprehend the feelings of reality regarding my inexplicable encounter of what seemed to be only an hour ago. It felt strange and although my body was fine, something inside felt damaged, almost painful at that moment as I recalled the voices that I'd heard after I blacked out.

"Shhh…she'll hear you, we have to get her back to her body I just hope she can go back her soul is pretty damaged."

I found myself mulling over questions for which I had no answers, and for the first time I was faced with uncertainties for which science could not solve. I had always been so sure of my own convictions and abilities, but this time I felt myself wavering, almost as if I were a shadow amidst shadows.

I had to hurry and find out what was going on. I zipped an old hoodie up over my bra-clad chest, not giving much care to being shirtless. I slipped on my tennis shoes without socks and burst out of my dorm room and into the hall in a flash, hell bent on rushing to office 27 in the science building.

My feet hit the pavement just outside of the dorms and I ran with much fervor through the courtyard where I'd been assaulted just hours ago. Nothing seemed out of place: no downed signs, light poles, broken benches, or cracked ground. I continued my sprint to the science department, the building now within my line of sight. As I stood there gasping to catch my breath in front of office number 27, leaning on the door frame for support, I wondered what part this visit might play in solving the mystery of the last night.

Knock

"Come in…"

An affluent Kyoto accent made its way to my ears through the door and as I turned the knob and viewed the scene before me, I couldn't help but stare at the lone figure sitting at the desk in the stately office. She was the woman from the library. Once again she wore dark jeans which hugged her figure in the most infuriatingly sexual manner, and only a black tank tee concealed her upper half. A Celtic rosary clenched snug around her throat, the choker boasting such a dark shade of red that it appeared to become black as the rays of light hit it from different directions.

Her strong arms were not bulky but defined and lean, very natural in appearance, and I felt a knot in my throat as I realized my lips hung just slightly open. I had forgotten my manners, and it dawned on me that I should be more respectful toward a faculty member, considering my potential need for a referral in the future. So many thoughts from the library scene of days prior raced through my head and the familiar feeling of lust rose within me once again.

I leaned against the door after I closed it, unsure of how to approach the woman before me.

"Hello Fujino-sensei… sorry if this is a bad time I-"

"I believe this is yours…" she said in a calm voice as she got up and walked around the desk toward me. In her fingers she held my Rosary, the beads held securely in her balled-up fingers and the cross dangling just below her wrist. I reached out to take it from her but instead found myself caught up in an unexpected embrace, her body pressed against mine with a fire both hot and cold at the same time.

"I have travelled all this way to see you, princess. I have missed you so much," she whispered as she brought our faces closer together.

Pushing her off of me in a sudden feeling of panic, I then felt her push me back against the door, understanding a carnal need within me better than I did, and her face disappeared from my line of sight as she nuzzled my neck. I felt her thigh push up between my own legs and I inhaled sharply as I felt a stiffness press against me. I did not even want to know. I fought to return to my senses.

"Let me go! I'm not your fucking princess - I'm Natsuki! Got it? Natsuki." I finally pushed her off successfully only to see her kneel down, very similar to a knight.

This again?

I was dumbfounded.

"Kannin na, I forget myself."

She offered up my Rosary as she knelt, and after I took it from her fingers, I cautiously walked over to the desk and placed it on the wooden surface, trusting my own shaky fingers to do little else.

"Why are you still on the ground?"

"I have yet to earn your forgiveness, and inasmuch as I have offended you, I will remain like this until you command me to do otherwise."

I flicked my hair over my shoulder nervously.

"Um, it's cool, just don't surprise me like that."

She then stood and smiled at me with such genuine affection that it felt almost as if her dark demeanor was replaced by a lighthearted one, and I became aware of how my heart lifted at the way her eyes danced as she looked at me. However, I came here for more than just my grandma's Rosary, and I had two hours before my first class started. I could tell this woman was more than just your average person, far outside of the norm, and I wasn't leaving without answers.

"You want answers."

"How did you…"

"I can read your mind," she said as her smile never left her face. She seemed graceful as she spoke. Even when she blinked, it was sensual. "Yes I am the Fujino whose name you may recall from the voices in the night, and your experience wasn't your imagination nor was it a dream."

"W-What? Was all that I saw…it-it was real?" I stammered.

"Yes, it was real as you say, but from a different perspective, naturally. Last night you left your body. Are you familiar with astral projections?" she asked as she folded her arms in front of her body at the waist.

"N-No...I know the Chinese have something along the lines of astral projection in their spiritual beliefs, but I never read into it very far. Besides, I don't see where any of this is going, I have to leave."

Yes, I wanted answers, but this was a lot to handle, and I'd felt myself becoming uncomfortable under her gaze, feeling it turning dark again as we spoke. I turned to leave, knowing that whatever this conversation had to offer seemed like something that was best kept dormant.

"You want to find who killed your father."

I turned around slowly, feeling myself being pulled back into the conversation, and I removed my hand from the doorknob as I did so. I wondered who this woman was and fear rose up within me as questions flooded my hazed mind. Her eyes turned from brown to red once more, and this time I was absolutely certain that I was witnessing the transformation in front of me.

Is she that thing from last night?

"I can assure you I am not that monster from last night. What you encountered was a dethroned knight. Six of them, actually," she explained.

"W-What…"

"You're confused and that is natural. It seems your father and mother did not tell you of your duties, my princess. You see, your bloodline is important since you are the guardian to an ancient order, one bound by contract to my race. You are a princess to the Templar order."

That moment was a pivotal point in my life. Up until that day, I'd relied on science, but science couldn't explain the events of the last 24 hours. I was bewildered by the news which was unfolding to me, but before I could decide how I felt about any of it, I felt myself suddenly pushed downward onto the floor, my head never hitting it since it was cradled in one of Fujino-sensei's capable hands. She laid me down swiftly but in the gentlest manner, and I was so taken aback that I forgot to voice any form of protest. As I opened my mouth to say something - anything! - my breath caught up in my throat and I felt a cold pleasurable sensation on my neck. My vision went blurry as I looked back at the desk toward where I'd left my Rosary. I shuddered at the thought of this woman kissing me, but as I felt her teeth sink deliciously into the flesh of my neck, I realized what was happening. She wasn't kissing me. She was biting me.

AN: Read and review as well as thank you to all that are sticking up for me it helps me to think clearly.