Hey, guys! BD, here, with another installment of the MHI Vampire Chronicles, 'Girls From The Low End.' This will serve as a flashback chapter that would lead to the events before Izuku was transferred to UA High. In this chapter, Izuku prepares to leave for the day until he is met by his librarian. She has a request for him and would like it if he could perform the task. What will happen? Read and see! Enjoy!
Rain was the forecast and it would be the one day Izuku would forget his umbrella. Katsuki wasn't at school today because she had the flu. Also, today was his turn to clean the whiteboards and dust the erasers. His father was out of town on a business trip and his mother was working a double shift at the grocery store.
Making matters worse, the bus didn't come late on Wednesdays thus taking the eight-block trek to the train station. It wasn't like him to be forgetful as it was typhoon season. He has been easily distracted lately, which has been concerning him.
He sat quietly at his desk, rolling his sleeves so he wouldn't get dust on it. He submerged the erasers into the pale of water. He added soap and used his fingernails to scrap the erasers to blend with the liquid detergent. In a way, he could find the experience therapeutic and relaxing. The rain hitting the window pane helped ease any tension in his body.
If there was a plus side, there were a batch of fish dogs waiting for him on the stove with his name on it. Kamen Rider was hosting a marathon and the next day was a holiday, so at least there was a silver lining to this situation.
After feeling that the erasers were cleaned, he pulled them from the bucket and placed them on the teacher's desk to dry. The whiteboard was cleaned and to the teacher's liking, or at least that was what he had hoped for. Time was of the essence since he didn't want to miss the train. A minute of missing his favorite program was like missing an entire season.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he shut off the lights to the classroom and locked the door behind him. All he needed to do was to place the key in Sensei's office and he was all set. Whistling the theme song to the second season of his program, he briskly walked to the office. Go to his locker, grab his shoes, and use his backpack as a shield as he runs to the train. In a way, he could pretend he was Naruto - the goal to be the number one prankster in lieu of being a hokage.
"Leaving so soon, Midoriya?"
He was mid-whistle when hearing his name called. It was coming from the library. Part of him wanted to pretend that he didn't hear anything. Kamen Rider was the objective of the night and he didn't want those fish dogs to get soggy. Apologizing to God for his mild rudeness, he pressed on.
"Midoriya-san. Didn't you hear me?"
The voice was closer, matter of factly, too close. He quickly shifted his head and saw the person-in-question.
It was the substitute librarian, Nightingale-sensei. She was a fair-skinned foreign from the Southern Island. Raven-colored hair that was at shoulder length, eyes like the autumn sky. For a woman, she was tall as she was a few inches above him. She appeared to be a woman in her late thirties, early forties, but could have been easily mistaken as a woman in her twenties. She had great skin that was smooth and creamy like milk. She appeared to be an active exerciser as he didn't see any ounce of fat on her body. However, what she lacked in fat was apparent in the rotundness of her breasts. He recalled the gwalking of the boys and the envy of the girls about her breasts. He lightly chuckled as he thought about the rise in stock of girls drinking their milk.
Nightingale-sensei placed both hands on her hips as if he did something impermissible or failed to complete an errand.
She tapped her shoes, waving her hands at his blank stare. "Midoriya-san? Are you there?"
He quickly bowed apologetically for his zoning out. "Forgive me, Sensei. Just in a bit of a hurry."
"A bit of hurry," she retorted. Her curvy lips were pursed. She let out a sigh. "Kids these days. Always on the go."
He bowed apologetically once more. "Forgive me, Sensei. How are you?"
She produced a smile. "I'm faring well, thank you." She looked down at Izuku. "I wish I could say the same, but it seems to me that you are in quite a jiff of a hurry."
Her colloquiums never made sense to the teen, presuming that it must be the catchphrases of her culture. "Yes, ma'am," he answered. "The bus doesn't run at this time on Wednesdays and I need to get home before it gets dark." It wasn't a lie, but he wasn't exactly telling the truth either. His father always told him about explaining information to certain people - "If you explain your business, then you have no business."
She looked at the watch on her wrist. "Quite understanding." She glared at the hallway to see there wasn't any other presence around them. Not even the faintest of a sound. "It is a quarter after five. A slowpoke, I presume with duties?"
Yes and no - Izuku's task was to take care of the whiteboard and the erasers. Then, there was tending to the class hamster, moping the classroom floor, taking down the school flag, and removing gum from under the chairs. Izuku was considered to be a nice guy, a guy with a bag of sand filled with holes. He was too trusting, too helpful, thus allowing classmates to take advantage of his gratitude.
She let out a chuckle. "I am only kidding, Midoriya-san." She stroked her cheek. "You are one of the few students left who take pride and prestige when tending to the school. At least there are a couple of youths who believe in diligence and selflessness."
Izuku bowed humbly. He hoped that this could be the cue for his departure. "Thank you, Sensei." He turned his head from her. "Well, it was a pleasure to talk, and have a good night." He nodded his head. "I will see you on Friday."
Upon seeing him make his leave, Nightingale-sensei immediately extended her hand to his shoulder. "Midoriya-san, wait!"
Izuku turned his head when feeling his sensei touching his shoulder. "Yes, ma'am. What is it?"
The sensei clung to her pendant. An unimaginably unique scent came from the emerald-haired teen and entranced her nose. After that smell had pierced right inside her nose, it hastily sped up her mind's thoughts, continually stimulating her brain's nerves, with a human's original instinct being directly imploding out.
"Well…" She was fumbling as her words have yet to be received in her brain. "I...I'm…" She clutched her chest as the scent continued channeling her. Her breath became labored, ignited by the potent odor that came from the boy. A sickly sweet, yet hypnotizingly pleasant. A scent that she heard rumors from her elders but never in her thirty-something years did she think existed.
"Nightingale-Sensei?"
The fair-skinned librarian extended her hands. "Excuse me, Midoriya-san." She gripped the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes, I can get a weak constitution."
"A weak constitution?"
"You can say I am a bit anemic."
"Anemic?"
"Having fatigue and dizzy spells," she told him. "Change of climate can do those kinds of things."
He wouldn't imagine as he has never left the island. Becoming concerned, he asked his sensei, "Would you like to see if the nurse is still here?"
"No, no! Don't you worry. These things come and go."
"Would you like me to go downstairs to the vending machine and get bottled water?"
She shook her head in disagreement. "You're sweet, but I will be okay. Actually, I do keep tea in my office for moments like this." She put her finger to her lip. During their pregnant silence, he pondered if this was the cue to make his entrance. She loosened the grip on his shoulder and clasped her hands. "Would you mind keeping me company and to have a spot of tea."
"Sensei?"
Her hands were in a praying position. "Oh, please! I would love it if you could stay." She looked at the clock on the wall. "It won't be too long. Just need to tidy some things up before closing time. Normally, there would be a few stragglers after school - students who wanted to study or use the meeting room to conduct meetings."
"Sensei, I think…"
She gripped his shoulder. "Less than an hour, I promise." The autumn-eyed librarian winked. "As a reward, I will give you something special."
Something special? He wouldn't mind a chocolate thin mint ice cream cone from his favorite Baskin-Robbins. Maybe a Gunpla toy to add to his collection. Better yet, a Kamen Rider action figure. He scratched the latter and stuck with the inexpensive option. The latter was reserved for the birth givers.
"One hour," responded Izuku as he raised his finger. "I know I will have to wait an hour before catching my train."
She clasped her hands happily. "Thank you, Midoriya-san." She rushed to embrace the teen. Izuku was stunned by the pressure of the librarian as he was enveloped into her bosom. She gave him a tight, loving embrace. The kind of embrace when greeting a loved one when returning from war. Or when a father has gone away and came back with presents for the kids.
When a wife greets her husband after a long, hard day at the office, ready to serve, and give each other what they craved since the day they realized they could reproduce.
She pulled away, well not before straightening out his hair. "I will take you home. Your mother will be informed."
A few minutes later….
Izuku never really explored Aldera's library as it was the last place he wanted to be found. Despite having above-average grades, he performed the basic tasks a ninth grader would do - go to class, go to club, perform after school duties, and finally go home.
The library was constructed with a western gothic aspect, possessing slender tall pillars, long windows encompassed with colored glass panels, one hundred percent wooden shelves, an original woody scent coupled along with book scents made the entire library emanate out a sort of unique atmosphere.
Nightingale-sensei was whistling an unfamiliar tune as she was brewing a pot of tea. As he sat in front of the circulation desk reading Mob Psycho 100, he could hear the librarian cutting and chopping something behind the desk.
"Normally, we aren't supposed to cook or use any kitchen appliances in the library, but what they don't know won't hurt." She winked at Izuku. Izuku nodded, neither confirming or denying the attentiveness of those words. He was being nice. Although the librarian had nothing that warranted concern, he just didn't want to overstay his time at school. Kamen Rider's theme song was probably playing as he thought and the fish dogs were going to be soggy. At some point in his life, he must learn to take the initiative - it's okay to say no.
"The tea will be ready soon," she said to him. Izuku noticed how her mood shifted since he accepted her request to stay. "This tea is actually one of my favorite kinds. Imported from my homeland." She giggled. "Rather it was smuggled from my homeland." She turned and looked at Izuku as he was mindlessly flipping the page. "How are your studies here?"
"Good," he answered. "Enough to qualify for graduation." He flipped the page. "Just preparing for high school examinations."
Nightingale-sensei nodded casually as she was checking on the tea kettle. "You're smart. I know you will pass."
"Thanks," he answered while keeping his eye on the page.
"Don't mention it, Midoriya-san," she retorted. "I can tell that you're a bright kid with a bright future. I pay attention, you know!"
"It's greatly appreciated, Sensei."
The rest of the time was met with silence. Izuku periodically looked at the clock to see that hour to conclude. Sensei worked on paperwork and waited for the tea to be served. Sensei appeared tickled pink as she took glances at him. Was he that interesting? He didn't think there was any appeal about him. It wasn't long ago when his childhood friend/classmate told him to take a swan dive off the school roof.
"Soup's on!" The melodic librarian stood up and briskly walked to the tea kettle. Already having her tray and cups ready, she poured the brew into the pot. Izuku listened to the sound of the drink meeting the bottom of the cup.
Straight to the last drop.
"It has been awhile since I have shared tea with a stranger." She blushed. "You're exactly a stranger. You're one of my students." She set the tray in front of him. She sat across from him as she handed the teacup to him. "Here you go, child. I am terribly sorry that I don't have any crumpets or biscuits for you to go with your drink." She reached over into her purse and pulled out an object wrapped in napkins. "Would this figgy pudding pie suffice?"
It wouldn't be his second or third choice, but he wasn't going to object. He thankfully accepted her sweet offering and placed it beside his tea.
"This is pleasant," she said while resting her hands on the table.
Izuku nodded as he blew into the cup. He felt the steam hitting his face as he blew a few more times. Feeling it was suitable to the palette, he took a sip.
As soon as the hot drink hit his mouth, he was met with a bitter taste.
Nightingale-sensei hid her chuckle behind her soft, manicured hands. "Sorry, Midoriya-san. I should have warned you that the taste was a bit savory in lieu of sweet."
Izuku would have loved a warning but he took it as a way of jest from the substitute librarian.
"The tea is good for the muscle, the central nervous system, the heart, and the intestines." She held the teacup. "It prevents blurred vision, dizziness, nausea, extreme confusion, hallucination, and heart palpitations." She inhaled the fragrance. "Such a lovely and delectable flavor. Comes from the finest tea leaves in my homeland."
The aftertaste wasn't as bad as the initial taste. He didn't want to be a rude guest, so he drank the tea but in small sips.
Sensei continued inhaling its fragrance. The scent was vanilla-like. Maybe a cupcake-like scent. Her digits gripped onto the porcelain cup. She continued giving a motherly smile, eyes lingering and swaying each time he partook in her drink.
After feeling that he took enough sips to please the librarian, he put the teacup down. He checked the clock on the wall. It was about ten minutes before the allotted time ended.
Sensei pinched the bridge of her nose. "What's the rush? I'd told you that I would bring you home."
"I know, Sensei. It is just...it is just that…."
She slapped the table. "Kids these days. So quick and so in a hurry." She delicately touched his hand. "You must learn how to slow down for a change. Before you know it, you will catch up to my age." She winked as she stroked her finger around the cup's edges. "Hopefully there is a girl that can tame your impatience."
He took another sip of the tea. It was best to not even elaborate on the subjects of girls, or lack thereof.
"It isn't like I am inpatient," he retorted to Sensei. "Besides, I don't feel that a woman is needed to tame me."
"And why is that?"
He took another sip of the tea. "Mother says if you can't handle yourself, then somebody else will and they can use it against you. Have the authority to think for yourself." He wiped the tea remnants on his sleeve. "Be that as it may, I was taken a little off guard when you asked me to stay. However, I refuse to be rude and I always do my best to be a helping hand to others when needed."
She continued nodding, clinging to every single word he said. It felt like a rhythm on a music sheet. There were quick, sharp notes or long drawn notes. She knew the boy could ramble in conversation, especially when something excites him. She was savoring the pheromones that were emitting out of his delicate body. The fragrance grew stronger. It was enticing her, exciting her, clinging to her heartstrings. It was telling her to do things to the boy that shouldn't be done for a boy his age.
Her composure was lessening. Her loins were becoming fiery like a brick oven, awaiting the item that was to be put in place. Each time he spoke, the voices in her head were informing her of her desires. Attack the boy, violate him. He is the boy that you crave. The boy that you have garnered. The boy that can enrich you, strengthen you. Control him. Make him your slave. Make him your pet. Make him the very thing that can make you powerful.
Nightingale-sensei was buying her time. An opportunity has presented itself and she was for sure going to take advantage. She knew about the boy. She could smell him the moment she began her sabbatical at this school. Boys like him were rare. A boy with a pure heart. Boys like that were rich in aura, something that was quite rare in her homeland. The taste of him was considered liquid platinum, the richest and finest of taste from the gods above.
She looked at her watch. She knew it wouldn't be long before she would make her move. The headmaster had retired for the evening. Faculty and staff have already departed. Any remaining students were far from the vicinity of the library. He didn't really have any friends with the exception of the Bakugo girl. She was pleased as punch when the Bakugo girl was out sick.
She was careful not to poison her too badly. Just enough to keep her subdue for a few days. Long enough that she would be unable to find Midoriya.
Or from this point on, her blood doll.
"Whoo!" Izuku drained the rest of the tea. He didn't really realize that he was thirsty. He scarfed the figgy pudding pie to curb his craving until he came home. Hopefully, there would be enough peanut oil to restore the crispness of the fish dogs. He also thanked God that he remembered to set the DVR for his favorite programming. "Did it just get hot?" He pulled his collar. Did someone turn up the heat?
"You're okay, Midoriya-san," she asked Izuku.
He pushed the teacup away. He was feeling a bit flushed. His hands were being clammy. Sweat was perfusing rapidly out of his underarms. He felt that his heart wanted to leap out of his chest. He belched loudly. "Excuse me," he said to her.
"Is something the matter?" Her face remained unchanged, the same motherly smile.
He covered his mouth as he belched again. "Excuse me." His stomach felt like it was wringing itself like a dirty dish rag. His mouth was tasting sickly sweet. The heat in his body continued to rise. He stood up. "Goodness," he said to himself.
"Midoriya-san," said Nightingale-sensei.
"Feel like I have eaten a drunken shrimp," he said to her. The teen never had a drop of alcohol. The feeling was compared to whenever his father would have hangovers after drinking with his colleagues after work. He would use that to describe his anvil-pounding headaches.
He pushed the chair back to the desk. Each time he moved his head, it felt like a swinging pendulum. His vision was becoming blurry. He was seeing doubles. First instinct was heading to the bathroom.
"Where are you going, Midoriya-san," asked the librarian (in a insincere tone).
"Bathroom. Feel as though I am going to vomit." He belched again, only this time, it was louder. He staggered from the table and headed down the corridor. He felt like his head was going to pop. His heartbeats were getting louder. He was swaying back and forth. He clutched his chest. Something wasn't right. Something was dreadfully wrong, he thought.
He hit himself against the bookshelf, causing a few books to fall. He knew something wasn't right the moment he consumed that tea. The way she looked at him, watching with assurance that he consumed.
Also, not one time did she consume the brew.
"Midoriya? Midoriya? Izuku!" It was the librarian that was calling his name. Although she was close, the voice sounded far away. "Midoriya. Come back here. Where are you going? You are going to hurt yourself."
"I don't need my precious blood doll to get hurt, do we?"
He dropped to his knees. What was in that tea, he was thinking to himself. He felt himself falling to the floor. He landed face first on a fallen book.
A cackle was released from Nightingale-sensei's lips. "Oh, dear! It seems to me that you have broken the teacup. Quite expensive as it is a family heirloom. You would have to pay for it."
He began to cough. He was tasting iron. He knew it had to be blood.
"Don't worry, my precious blood doll. You are going to be fine. I'm sorry that I have to poison you, but it was the only way you wouldn't leave me." She kneeled to his side. She used her hands to rub through his hair. "I have heard of a boy that had such a precious scent that it is eye candy to us. To think I was this close to leaving these parts." She chuckled. "I guess the saying is true. Good things come to those who wait."
"Who are you," he asked weakly.
"Who am I," she retorted with a haughty laugh. She was titillated as the boy didn't really know her true self. It made sense how people of pure heart were quite vulnerable and gullible. "You can say I am the mother of a thousand young. A mistress of the night. You can call me a mutt. Hell, many others call me a vampire," she smirked. She tilted his head. "But for you and only you, I am your mother for now on." She clicked her tongue. "Your mistress." The strength of her stroking ceased as she used her nails to claw through his uniform from his shoulders. Red markings were present on his shoulder. "As for you, Izuku Midoriya, everything about you is mine. Only mine forever and ever!"
Izuku's body began to tremble. All control of his bodily functions ceased.
"The nightshade has finally taken effect," said Nightingale-sensei. She looked at the clock. "The groundskeeper won't be here for a while. Let's go somewhere to commemorate our eternal love for each other, I-zu-ku!"
Sometime later….
The fair-skinned librarian had the keys to the nurse's office. She couldn't wait any longer to consume the sweet flavor that was of Izuku. She had told herself that this was a snack to have her fill until she can take him to her quarters where she can have him as much as she wanted for as long as she wanted.
Izuku was resting on the bed in the office. It appeared he was resting soundfully.
She closed the curtains and turned off the lights. The door was closed and locked. Even if Izuku wanted to escape, his energy was depleted and his body was weak and feeble.
"Wakey, wakey, wakey!"
As his body stirred, he discovered that his entire body had become completely feeble, with himself basically being unmovable. Not even being able to shake his head. However, his head was surprisingly wide awake, and as for his eyes, he could only barely force them open.
"My little blood doll. You're finally awake."
Nightingale-sensei was in her natural state. Izuku saw the beauty of the naked woman. What stood out were her ears. Ears that reminded him of a wolf or something of a feline.
"Sensei," he said weakly.
She approached him and climbed into the bed, positioning herself on top of him.
"Sensei," he said again.
"Mmm," she said alluringly as she blew into his face.
"I...want...to...go...home," he told her pleadingly.
"Oh, my little blood doll," she said as she stroked his cheek. "Your home is with me now." She pecked him on the cheek. "I love you very much!"
"Mom...Dad," he blurted out, only this time there were tears in his eyes.
She nodded disapprovingly. "I'm your mother and your father." She opened her mouth, exposing her fangs. "Let me be their replacement. That life is gone and now, you began a new life with me." She planted her tongue against his neck, trailing it from the shoulder blade to his chin.
"Sensei." He wanted to scream, but he was unable to do so. The effects of the drug rendered him powerless.
"Say my name again," she told him. "It excites me. However, I am not this sensei you speak of."
"Sensei?!"
"Call me Kali!"
She gave him tiny pecks on the cheek. She licked any spot where his tears rested. With her free hand, she began to caress his groin. "Prepare to feel heaven and hell all at the same time." She hissed loudly. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"
Izuku let out a tiny cry as he felt the force of her fangs puncturing his neck. She gripped tightly, grabbing his head as she proceeded to drain the blood from his neck.
"More," she barked, almost sounding animalistic. "More of this tasty treat." She dug back into his neck.
Izuku squirmed and squirmed. Unable to move due to the weakness of his body. He could only watch helplessly as this Kali continued to have her way with him.
Back to the present….
Hitoshi jerked out of bed. She covered her mouth to scream as she didn't want to disturb Izuku. She was feeling feverish. Her stomach was in a knot. She gnashed her teeth. She was sweating profusely. She took steady breaths, instructing herself to calm down.
As she was taking deep breaths, she saw that she was naked. It suddenly hit her that she and Izuku had sex not that long ago. She turned over and saw him sleeping. He, too, was naked, clinging to the Kamen Rider toy that he loved so much.
"I dreamt it! I dreamt it! My God, Izuku! The nerve of what that bitch did to you," she said as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
An ex-girlfriend of hers once told her when a vampire becomes connected with a familiar, their thoughts become her thoughts. That was when it is present that there is true love between the two.
Hitoshi recalled everything. She didn't need Principal Nezu to explain what happened to him. The turmoil of his ordeal felt so fresh as if she was actually there.
For several weeks, Izuku was kept confined in her home. He was bound, gagged, and restrained on the bed. Every day during those weeks in confinement, Izuku was raped repeatedly. She continued drugging him to prevent him from leaving. She drugged his food, his drink. He was helpless.
His parents looked for him. Search parties were conducted without end. Even that Kali bitch joined and passed out fliers to passersby of Izuku's whereabouts.
He begged and pleaded to Kali that he wanted to go home. Each time he begged, the harsher the sex.
Izuku wasn't found until eight weeks later. An anonymous caller informed the police department about Kali discarding items that belonged to Izuku at a dumping site near her home. Security footage confirmed it and she was met with a search warrant.
Izuku was found and Kali was arrested. However, bail was posted and she fled. And she hasn't been seen since.
Izuku spent time in a psychiatric hospital for the remainder of his ninth grade year. His parents were able to enroll him in an alternative school while receiving treatment at an outpatient psychiatric hospital. After feeling as though he was cured, he was sent here.
"Hitoshi-chan."
Hitoshi turned to Izuku. He was talking in his sleep. He clung to his action figure. "Hitoshi-chan, I love you. Let's make wonderful memories together."
She nodded approvingly. She got back in the covers and nestled herself next to him. She kissed him on his head and wrapped herself tightly around his hip. "Don't worry, Icchan. I promise you that we are gonna make wonderful memories together. Forever and ever. Because I love you like crazy, my emerald gem."
To be continued….