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AN: Howdy ya'll. I'm back. They're back. The Succubus are back!…Considering we were only gone for three days that's pretty darn good if ya ask me. Anyway, carry on.

Succubus Nights

A vampire? No that couldn't be right, they were all wiped out when that horde of Slayers wiped out Dracula a hundred years ago.

"A freakin' what?"

Sanzo sighed, there was the stunningly articulate Gojyo. She was gorgeous, and managed to make even Sanzo's pants feel like they were one size too small. But he knew the dangers, probably better than anybody, with the possible exception Hakkai. Gojyo didn't, or didn't care to. Which meant Sanzo would have to deal with the little bitch, "Hi fiend." He pulled back the hammer on his banishing gun, "Bye fiend."

She smiled those silky, ruby lips. "You intend to shoot me."

"Yep."

Gojyo. Goddamn idiot that he was stepped in the way, "Hey! She's just a woman!"

"She's a vampire you idiot! Get out of my way or I'll shoot her through you!"

Suddenly, Miss Nahema calmly stepped out from behind Gojyo, "There is no need for that…Genjo Sanzo."

Sanzo snorted, "Right, it's supposed to surprise me you know my name? Every demon from here to India knows what I look like."

She smiled, revealing long, pointed canines, even a little longer than a demon's. A little, not much, still enough to tap into a lethal blood vessel. "No, you're a Sanzo priest with blond hair, violet eyes, and you carry a gun made to banish creatures of the night, and since there are only one, or two other Sanzo priests in existence it stands to reason you are Genjo Sanzo."

"You obsess over logic or something?"

"Sorry. Us poor vamps have an obsession with math," She laughed richly, "You know, back when we were still primitive we couldn't stop counting things. More advanced math was only an evolutionary step away."

Goku ran up behind Sanzo, "Sanzo! She's a vamp! How do we kill her! Isn't it a silver bullet to the heart!"

The vampire, Nahema, smiled, simply amused. "No…that's werewolves."

Sanzo smiled his best crocodilian grin, "But if you really know your mythology, any bullet from this gun will kill you."

"Which is exactly why you should put it down, it would be tragic if you killed a possible business partner because your finger slipped." She was totally unconcerned, that bothered Sanzo, or maybe she just had a killer poker face.

His arm straightened as she took a step towards him, his finger tightening on the trigger, "Not another step."

That was the first time he saw surprise cross her features, if only for a second before it was right back to the come hither sexual seductress, she was no stranger to switching faces. No stranger to playing her prey. Sanzo was sure that if he shot enough of those masks away he'd uncover what she really was sooner or later. A monster. That's what all vampires were at their core.

"Of course…you gentlemen must be cold out here in the middle of nowhere…Come to my town, it isn't far from here. You will have a warm bed to sleep in, and an even warmer companion if you so choose."

Stupid Gojyo. Sanzo sighed the second she offered and Gojyo went over and grabbed her arm. The priest could have sworn he'd seen that exact same stance in a movie once. "We'd be happy to take you up on your offer."

What food was to Goku, women were to Gojyo.

Note to self, Sanzo thought, Kill. Stupid. Kappa.

She smiled again, in much the same way Sanzo had earlier, silver eyes glinting for a heartbeat, "There will be food."

Goku was gone from Sanzo's side in a heartbeat, always thinking with his stomach.

Only Hakkai remained beside him. He still had his gun trained on the vampiric female.

Her smile widened, like she knew she had them, "Then again, you must remember this is a mountain. And the weather can be quite fickle. It would be a shame if you froze to death all alone up here…"

"I'd rather freeze than have my blood drained by some vampire whore."

Hakkai, who had remained silent until then placed a hand on Sanzo's shoulder. The priest felt the malicious intent before he even gazed into the woods. Torchlight, speckled all over the fog-coated forest in the direction they'd come from. Shit…at least a hundred of those humans from earlier were following them. With a glance at Hakkai's evergreen colored eyes, Sanzo understood they were cornered. He hated that. He hated that a lot.

"Sanzo," Hakkai whispered, "If you kill her we'll have nowhere to go. We don't know this mountain, and those bastards chasing us probably do."

That was the one problem with having someone around who was his intellectual equal, when Sanzo found himself angry and unable to think clearly Hakkai was always the voice of reason. Got really irritating sometimes. "Fine…" he said, and lowered his gun.

Nahema grinned, triumphant bitch she was, "Come now, we don't have much time before the guardians are on us."

How the hell did he get talked into these things?

VVVVV

Hakkai and Sanzo walked behind the three up front, she was speaking to them, soft tones promising them food and women. Hakkai was having a hard time thinking right. Something about how the fog was dim and soothing against his eyes, differing from the usual sharp tones and edges of trees. There was certainly something soothing about it.

But there was also something wrong. Unnatural. And any thoughts of peace were immediately silenced by thoughts of the dream he'd had. God…it had been so real. Not to mention fitting. Now that he thought about it, the only reason he'd awoken from it at all had been the smell of Sanzo burning that skin off his leg.

That was another problem; he hadn't been able to heal Sanzo's leg properly. That was also bothering. It was at least a third degree burn. Sanzo should have felt the heat immediately and woken up. That could only mean that he was trapped in his own dark dream.

Of course that didn't naturally leap to drugs, they both had gory pasts. So did Gojyo and he seemed happy as a rabid wolf.

Hence the problem. When Hakkai looked at Gojyo, there was a new glint in the crimson eyes when he looked at Nahema. Not what he usually had when looking at stunningly beautiful women. When that happened usually his eyes would look more playful, like he was a teenage boy again.

Wait, bad analogy, Gojyo never really grew up did he?

But what he saw now, was more like when Gojyo was fighting. That ecstatic lust for battle and blood. Like a predator. That was the look in his eyes now. There was always the chance he'd been sent a different kind of dream…

Hakkai couldn't help but smile. Perhaps he was paranoid, and it was nothing but the usual bad dreams they were no strangers too.

Yeah, and it was just a coincidence a female vampire shows up just after they have horrible nightmares.

Like one of Hakkai's favorite authors said in one of his books: "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face."

That would be wise, wouldn't it? Just remain cautious, he knew Sanzo could look after himself. But Goku was far too trusting for his own good, and Gojyo…No telling what was up with Gojyo. Whatever it was, Hakkai had a feeling he would have to watch his own back for a while. Even around his friends.

"Sanzo?"

"What is it now you good for nothing?" Sanzo was clutching his leg, "Seriously, what's the point of keeping you around if you can't even heal right."

Maybe not around Sanzo, he seemed to be perfectly himself. Even if himself wasn't exactly perfect. "I'm sorry, but it's your own damn fault and you know it." This earned him a glare.

"…So, is it just my nicotine, dash, pain enhanced stupor, or is Gojyo not quite himself?"

"So you noticed it too?"

"Yep."

"So you had the dreams too?"

"Yep."

"Drugged fog?"

"What else?"

VVVVV

Goku couldn't believe Sanzo. Why did he always have to be so untrusting of everybody? Nahema seemed nice enough, and she sure as hell looked nice enough. Yeah the fangs were strange but all demons had fangs. But her ears weren't all pointed like they were supposed to be. She said something earlier, about being the queen of all free vampires or something? "Hey, you said something about free vampires earlier?"

"…They are my people. Vampires who fled the purging in Europe. I taught them how to feed sparingly. How to feed on blood without taking too much. Who to feed on."

"By who to feed on you wouldn't mean Sanzo priests would you?"

She smiled, although she cast a silent glance in the direction of the limping monk, "No. We are predators, stronger, faster than humans; we are what nature intended us to be. Limiters. Weeding out the sick and the old. These are my personal beliefs, many of my clan follow them as I do."

That worried Goku, only a little. Many? Did that mean some of them didn't?

No matter how good the food was, he'd have to keep on his toes. That kind of went without saying. See? He wasn't always the stupid monkey Sanzo or Gojyo had him pegged for.

That's right, Gojyo…

There was defiantly something wrong with the water sprite. Something seriously wrong. The way he carried himself, the way he looked at Nahema. It was wrong. He was wrong. That was the best way Goku could describe it. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Now that he thought about it, he'd never fought a vampire before. Maybe things would go south and he'd get the chance.

Yeah, a part of him wanted that, but there was another part of him that wanted to see it turn out good, just so he could prove Sanzo wrong for once. She sounded like a nice, reasonable vampire.

VVVVV

Sanzo saw it, at first he thought it was the fanatics from earlier catching up to them. But was it turned out it was a pair of sentries standing guard at an opening in a large wall. They were wearing chain mail that didn't come down much farther than Nahema's robe. In other words not entirely functional. As they passed she didn't say anything, only nodded at Nahema and continued her vigil.

That could have meant a couple of different things. Was she used to visitors coming in? Or was she just extremely well trained? The latter made just as much sense as the former. Those humans had given them all a run for their money, it would only make sense that these vampires were well trained fighters. For defending themselves or for food, either way Sanzo was sure these vampires found themselves in for a fight more than once.

Meanwhile he ran over everything he knew about vampires. Stake to the heart, fire, sunlight, in this individual case, banishing gun. Sanzo would have been surprised if the Maten Scripture had no effect on them. That went without saying. His scripture had the powers to open the gates of oblivion, it could take anyone there, human, demon, or otherwise. It didn't have any effect on gods, they made it, but it was doubtful these creatures of the night had ascended to that level of power yet.

They walked toward a large, old mansion at the center of town, all old Chinese style homes and businesses (although it didn't look like anybody really sold anything). All around them, things were slithering out of the darkness, peaking from the shadows of alleyways. He felt the white eyes all around him, hoping to sink their teeth into his throat.

Stupid hunting party or no this had been an epically bad idea. They'd been dragged into a hornet's nest. It was possible Nahema had been telling the truth, but that didn't mean all the vampires in her midst followed her lead. Also possible that this whole thing was just one big fat trap they'd walked right into being the geniuses they were.

Suddenly, from the roof of the large mansion a figure leapt down from the Chinese rafters. Landing elegantly on bare feet and with legs to challenge Nahema's. A new vampire stood before them. This one was a platinum blond; almost white hair, with the same snow skin. Her eyes were the same shade. The only possible difference between this new visitor and Nahema herself was that this new vamp was quite a bit shorter. Not to mention younger when she'd originally been changed. Her fangs were longer. On top of everything she also looked like a spoiled brat.

"Sister…" The new vampire hissed, "You bring arrivals?"

"Silence, Trivania. I offered them my sanctuary, they will stay here un-harmed."

"But sister! He is a Sanzo priest!" Trivania yelled, then hungrily licked her lips, "Also a fine…fine specimen. You cannot seriously expect us to let him walk out of here."

Sanzo always hated it when he was right about the bad day thing.

VVVVV Chapter end

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