The heavy mist swirled as she burst, leaped over the pool, landed silently on the foliage-covered ground, and disappeared into the forest's darkness.
She ran silently. She ran quick underneath the towering trees, thick brush like a tigress on the hunt.
Her heartbeat slammed against her chest with each breath deeper, driving her perfectly predatory designed body in motion. The smells of the forest whetting her appetite the closer she came to her prey. The guttural calls and chirping got louder as the prey rushed along, repeatedly as the pursuers yelled, taunting, teasing, and goading. Enjoying having fun…. her jaws cinched tighter.
"Got one!" One yelled, and the others roared with laughter. A high raspy squeal like a little piglet.
The forest is still quiet. All were watching the chase unfold from the tops of trees to the underbrush. It watched. And she arrived.
She saw them running, catching quick glimpses passing through the light and darks of the bushes, the leaves, the tree trunks of the smaller trees. The small, elusive, and nondescript prey scampered, squealing, chirping, and calling for help. She watched.
Mikoto crept closer to the open trail. Stared at the signs of the little ones. But she couldn't make it out as it rushed by. The edge of her mouth inched up. Fast! She exhaled, but the smell told her it wasn't a young one.
She hid among the forest's shadows, and Mikoto slowly thinned her eyes. So close, she could smell the fear and the excitement as the three rushed by.
Relief covered her face, and disappointment filled her chest. But still, she felt happy.
It wasn't a little queen vampire. So that was a good thing. She sighed silently, letting her eyelid drift lower, keeping her blood-red eyes on her prey. The heavy beating of her heart, her body shimmering in the shadows of the underbrush, perfect the only word. She waited.
Her red-tinged eyes drifted along the animal trail's edge, stopping at the bend. They came around the bend, lumbering, breathing heavily but with gleeful expressions and laughter as they gave chase.
The three-large animal-like beings with thick heavy bodies covered in hair-like ape heads shaped like a boar with small tasks sticking out from their jaws, tiny bony spurs poked through their lionlike manes covered their heads, tumbled down their backs, running in a crouch. Two carried long snare poles with vines wrapped around tied into a catch or noose, and the third, a little smaller, had a thick heavy sack over its shoulder. The bottom is stained, wet, and moving, squealing, and snorting. Fear.
She felt fear coming from the dirty sack. The one carrying it laughed, letting it fall from its shoulder, slamming into the ground, picking it up without losing a step. He slammed it to the ground again and laughed before hoisting it back over its shoulder. Painful fear.
Mikoto paused at the edge, between the forest and the trail. The prey had already passed. She didn't care. She waited for the thrill of a potentially stronger prey. She listened, crouched like a tigress, her fingers bent like claws of a beast, her muscles taut, ready to push her forward.
They laughed, rushing thoughtlessly along the game trail like loud, obnoxious drunks staggering into a dark alley.
She ignored the first, then the second, and waited for the straggler. "Hurry!" She listened to their voices, laughing fading. "You'll eat nothing tonight."
Mikoto closed her eyes and shook her head. Oh, but we will… a voice they couldn't hear said.
Snort!… I'm the one carrying…." He never finished the sentence.
A blinding strike, a heavy thud, and his breath exploded from his lungs, his body weightless for a moment, gently guided towards the ground. He fell nearly silent among the thick brush. He gasped for air, his mouth stretched wide as his lungs ached, feeling the heavyweight pressed against his chest. Unable to move his body, he blinked his eyes. Catching his breath, he shook his head until his vision returned. An image of a beautiful female looked down at him, her head cocked to the side in amusement. Long, dark brown hair framed her face, falling like curtains around his head. Her red eyes glaring like fires in the night, her fangs…. fang! Screamed inside its head.
His eyes and mouth opened wide, surprised and horrified, mouthing the words, unable to scream for help.
"Surprise!" she said with an unforgiving smile, slowly tilting her head to the other side. The moment felt like forever, but it was only seconds. "And good night…" a bluish-white flash lit her face, and darkness dropped.
"So, let's, see?" Mikoto said, straddling the unconscious body, grabbing the end of the cloth, and flipping it open.
"What the!" Mikoto quickly rose, her eyes wide in disbelief, "what are…?" furrowing her brow, stepping back. What is this?! X-Files, maybe? Little misaka gasped.
Inside, three things whimpering like wet puppies. Humanoids shape nothing but plain, featureless beings. They huddled close, looking up with large, warm eyes. Two black dots where a nose should be, a small slit for a mouth. Their bodies are like chunky children colored in blacks, browns, and dark greens, and they have no sex organs.
Ummm, well, I really…. don't see any… With curiosity peaked, Mikoto moved her head back and forth to get a good look at them.
Slow blinking curious eyes… quick tiny breaths, bumping into one another, wobbling like babies learning to walk, their throats moving with each soft guttural call and chirp.
They raise their featureless heads and look at Mikoto, their eyes showing their feelings, afraid but not afraid. The tiny slit where the mouth should have been tweaked up in a tiny smile. They bumped into each other, wobbled over, gently patted her thigh, and turned and faded into the underbrush.
"I don't…." Mikoto watched as they disappeared underneath the foliage, scratching her head. ok…. I'm officially freaked out…. I don't know what they were… But… little Misaka put her hand to her chin, shaking her head, "I've seen some screwed-up things… thank you very little, but…."
Mikoto looked over her shoulder, listening to the chase.
I'm assuming those are some sort of young…, maybe? Mikoto slowly shook her head, "but you know what they say about assuming?" Mikoto breathed, "I really don't have time for you…" little misaka popped her eyes, feigning surprise. " Who me? Why yes, I know what they say about assuming…. she grinned… I'm always right… quickly nods her head with a huge smile.
"We'll come back to this one…." Mikoto groaned, her eyes following the sound of the others. "They were definitely defenseless and different," Mikoto whispered, taking a breath, exhaled, and took off towards the trail. "Hurry!" the leader yelled, rushing down the path, "we'll lose it!" rounding the bend. His eyes flashed as he quickly stopped.
"Hurry!" the leader yelled, rushing down the trail, "we'll lose it." Rounding the bend. His eyes flashed as he quickly stopped.
"Hey!… Watch it!" The second yelled, skidding to a stop. "What the?" He said as the leader raised his hand to shush him. The second furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side. He slowly drew his head back and tightened his grip on the snatch pole. "Brother?" quickly glancing at the first one, "what is this strange ugly beast?"
I'm sorry… did he just say ugly?!
I'm pretty sure he did… Mikoto said.
I can't believe it… Have they looked into a mirror or still pond? Or… Something… I'll have you know that much of the world considers us… Damn hot… Good-looking even… and… And… Little Misaka clenched her fist. I can't believe it! they voted us top ten, most beautiful, and overall number one. And online… voted if I were about to die and could have sex with…. number Uno… granted, we would suck them dry. Nevertheless! how could they…. even…. right now I regret that although we are from Japan… we can understand them and they are from another world! I know it has to do with the magical symbols Katrina puts in the portals, but still… they consider us number one wifu…. I just can't believe it!
"Believe it…" Mikoto said in a straightforward tone…
with our tits and ass… come on! And this is all-natural… no surgery…. no Photoshop…. nothing! Mikoto interrupted, are you done yet?
Kick his ass!" Little Misaka shook with rage, squeezing her fist, her face turning red. "Until he says we're hot!
Mikoto stood naked in the middle of the trail, arms across her ample breasts, long hair wild, and fell to her waist. A goddess by any definition, an angel in any language.
"You're not too pretty yourself…." she said.
Good one… here's the plan…. you hit him once… then make him say we are pretty… hit him again… make him say we're beautiful and hit him again and again…. little Misaka trembled. Do you know how many guys and girls! Have tried to grab our butt and those we let before promptly breaking their wrists… damn perverts on trains. A girl has to have standards, and I'm not even getting to our incredible breasts!
Mikoto blushed, letting out a sigh that said, please shut up.
And their prey, behind Mikoto Misaka, was bent over, panting, dripping with sweat.
The leader thinned his eyes, slowly crouched, handing his snatch pole to the one behind him, and reached for a more familiar weapon. A short, heavy sword hung at his side.
That's more like it… Mikoto nodded. Soooo do I…
"Perhaps she is tasty…." the second said.
Mikoto arched her right eyebrow. "Maybe I'll see if they are…." Mikoto whispered.
Well, something's definitely wrong… I would think maybe… Something like, hey, little lady, let's say we all have some fun before we blah… Blah… Blah, kicking sand in the face of our date. So on and so on… by the gods, I'm pissed.
Mikoto closed her eyes and sighed, "yeah… I suppose so… I guess, but then again."
Maybe they preferred that you were wearing clothing or something… You know, leave something to the imagination. Little Misaka wondered.
What! Am I supposed to run back and get dressed and then come back? Mikoto growled. The corner of her mouth twitched in annoyance.
maybe you should ask them if we could… you know… I do like to look my best when kicking ass!
Wow… You're really frustrated by this…
We have stopped traffic in the middle of Tokyo, and we were just wearing a school uniform… So why… uuuggghhhhhh! A girl gotta have standards! You just don't say, oh…. she ugly! And expect to live!
Can we talk about this later?
Well…
"That is ours…."
Huh?! Mikoto put her finger between her breast, "me!?"
He grunted, shaking his head, pointed to the little one kneeling on the ground, breathing heavy.
Oh, come on! Really! Little Misaka's shoulders dropped. I really felt vindicated for a moment….
It's still. " Mikoto looked over, thinking it had already run into the bushes like the others. A long-pronounced sigh from little Misaka followed by a huff, probably damn tired… Running from those pre-verts.
"You mean perverts?"
No… We're naked, and they're not doing anything… So… Pre-verts
Mikoto rolled her eyes. Only you…
Us
"Whatever…"
Mikoto smiled, feeling lucky?… a mischievous smile, "if you can get by me…", taking a few steps closer.
He raised his head and stretched his shoulders, nodding, "you will pay…" confidently.
Mikoto looked over her shoulder. It was slowly crawling towards the brush, struggling with each breath.
Is it going to die? Little misaka worried. We have put a minimal amount of effort into this rescue… and have been maximumly insulted…. I would hope it would live long enough to thank us… she frowned.
You know what? Mikoto looked back over at him. I've changed my mind.
Then leave… He spoke.
Mikoto's eyes went cold. She lowered her chin and glared. You disrespect your food and enjoy the tormenting of something weaker than yourself. I just can't let it go… slowly shaking her head, digging her nails into her palms, so…
"The blanks are nothing…."
Blanks?
Nothing…"
Mikoto's eyes flashed red, her mouth thinned into a long-curved line as her fangs dropped, nothing…? She whispered.
Oh! By the gods… that did it…. we're kicking ass and forgetting their names… little misaka gave a hard nod of her head… fuck em up!
He crouched and spread his arms wide, gripping the sword in his right hand. His hairy mane shook as he roared, spit flung from his mouth, and clung to his task, pawing at the dirt and charging.
He quickly covered the short distance, sword raised over his head, roaring like a beast.
Mikoto lowered her shoulders, fangs slipped over her lip, a steady growl trembled in her chest, her legs bent at the knees as dirt fluttered by her feet, the ground cracked. She pushed forward in a blur. The smell of blood and a splash of red covered his chest and face.
The blade spun into the air and fell into the dark forest. No longer having two arms, the beast wobbled and slowly turned, blood spewing from his shoulder where his arm used to belong. His eyes and mouth hung wide in disbelief, hoping to yell at his brother to run.
But it was too late.
She held him up by the throat above her head, his legs dangling. Her lean naked body stretched towards him like she was offering herself to him, her white skin covered in the lights and darks of the forest and the splashes of blood spilling from his chest. She looked like a playful adult holding up a child, looking up at him with eyes and face glowing in satisfaction as a rain of blood covered them.
She dropped him, his legs collapsing underneath his weight, and spun around to face the leader.
Standing behind his brother, she grabbed a handful of his mane, yanked his head to the side, and sank her fangs into his throat. He stared in horror, dropping to his knees as his life spilled and pooled at his feet.
"Whwhat… Are you… Demon." Coughed as blood filled his mouth, tears pouring down his pale cheeks, seeing his brother's body color fade.
Mikoto raised her head and wiped her mouth, smearing blood across her cheeks, letting his corpse fall to the ground in a sickening splat. She walked over the corpse through the pool of muddy crimson. And towards him, waiting.
He was in his rightful position as she approached. He was on his knees, his arm across his chest, trying in vain to cover the bloody stump. His eyes were wet and lost as a child, wondering what he had done to deserve this.
She silently kneeled, cocking her head, and looked him in his eyes. She had the face of an angel, soft brown eyes, rosy cheeks, soft pink lips, and blood splattered face.
"You're wondering… Why?"
He slowly nodded as his lower lip trembled. "No reason…" coldly shrugging, "no reason at all… puckered her lips. You just happened to be here, that's all…" nodding, "I'm a predator." She said, "I accepted that long ago… And" She leaned in close, so close her warm breath caressed his skin, "I don't take joy in killing others…" leaned back a little, kissed his snout, looked him in the eyes, "I don't play with my food." She shook her head and slowly smiled.
His tired eyes widened as she opened her mouth. He trembled uncontrollably. "don't be afraid… Not like the blanks you were chasing,"
She snatched him, drove her fangs into his soft throat, and drank. She wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders and squeezed him like an orange. As she fed, she felt something… Warm, soft, and wet pressed against her hip.
She reached down behind her and felt something warm, wet, and gooey, whimpering as it cuddled.
He had called it a blank, nothing. The name bit at her. Something about it. She hated the word.
It was the little one who had crawled into the woods. It shook as if it were freezing pressed against her. She held her tighter as she fed.
The sound of tiny feet scampering along the ground, soft, warm wet touches, and they were gone, and then the one still clinging slowly stood up and hurried back into the forest. The silence that the chase had brought to the forest faded. The kill brought the sound to life back.
Mikoto swallowed and raised her head, looking up into the woods. "I know you're out there?" she slowly stood up, looking along the trail. "you can come out," she said.