Some long time ago, someone said that they wanted to see some fics
beyond the usual BGC, Ranma, Sailor Moon fics. Well, here's one now.

It was the creation of an odd thought last night, which was expanded upon
in my mind while I was working today. I typed it up during the last 2
hours, and, well, I'll let it speak for itself.

Note, this is *NOT* an author-insertion, nor is it a fantasy of mine,
even though it is written in first-person. Please give it a shot,
especially those of you who just ignore all first person fics.



                     A Different Demon.
                       by Ben Kosse

        A different sort of story about Vampire Princess Miyu.

     It was strange that I hadn't seen her until now. I
saw her sitting on the rocky parapet across from me, her slender,
delicate hands resting centimeters onto the stone ledge. She was
cute, beautiful, and even strangely erotic, even though she was
only, at most, fifteen. She was wearing a short wrap-around
dress, pale blue in color, which was tied in the front with a
large red bow that wrapped about her abdomen.
     Her head hung forward, slightly hidden by the long
sleeves of her dress, which would only hang to her mid-thigh, if
she were standing. Her left leg was hooked under the crook of her
right knee. Her other leg swung freely over the edge. The first
thing I noticed about the girl, besides her beautiful and lithe
figure, was that she had only one sandal. It was on her right
foot, with leather wraps which extended to her mid-calf.
     It was then that she looked my direction. Her eyes,
good Lord, her eyes were beautiful. They weren't normal, by any
means, but a strange golden color. They were happy and sad at the
same time. Next, I noticed her hair. It was all pulled to her
left, leaving a wisp of hair hanging freely on the right. A small
bun draped into a long ponytail which was held in place with a
slender red ribbon spiraling up the length of her dark brown
hair.
     Then, I lost myself again in those strange eyes.
     I realized why she was up here, the knowledge
filtering through my clouded mind. By God, it looked like she was
going to jump. "Wait!" I cried, hoping she wouldn't plummet to
her doom before I could reach her. "What are you doing?"
     She looked down again, as I rose to stop her.
"Flying," she said. "It's fun." With that, she tumbled face
forwards from the cliff. I had risen to my feet by now, and
peered over the edge. I saw her disappear into the mist of the
morning fog, and turned to a small path which led to the shore,
praying she wasn't dead.

     I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. I
am an American named Russel Strong. I am a former millionaire.
Actually, I was almost a billionaire before my business collapsed
from the inside out, the victim of an anonymous hacker who subtly
altered all our data.
     I tried to keep my investment firm from sinking, but
after loosing over $800 million, I
sold out, keeping a mere ten million dollars after paying all my
expenses. I thought about restarting, being more secure this
time, when I found out I had only six months to live. It was a
strange new disease, something no one knew how to cure. The last
three days were hell, but until then, you were absolutely fine.
Good thing it was next to impossible to transmit.
     So, nine million dollars went to trying to find
someone who could cure me. That was five months ago. The
prognosis hasn't changed, so I came to Japan, having always
wanted to come here. That was three weeks ago.
     I spent my last million dollars, well, almost all of
it, indulging my fantasies. That was three weeks ago. The last of
my money went to purchasing the white gi and black hakima, that I
am now wearing, and a katana, wakazashi, and tanto. Reading up on
the samurai code of honor, I deemed the best way for me to die
was to commit seppuku.
     And that brings me to this rocky cliff, ready to die
when I saw that beautiful girl jump off the edge of the cliff.

     I saw my life in her fall. Starting high, soaring
wonderfully, then disappearing into a fog of nothingness. I ran
down the little trail. Determined she would at least get a proper
burial. She must have left so much behind.
     I had reached the end of the path, and was about to
begin searching for her when I heard a wonderful, twinkling
laughter. I couldn't place where it was originating from, but I
began surveying my surroundings more carefully as I moved
forward.
     Then, from nowhere, she appeared, resting against a
tree, her hands behind her back and her left foot braced against
the tree trunk. I almost ran into her. "But... But, you just?" I
stammered. She giggled more of that twinkling laugh, then, her
eyes sparkling. Finally, I could speak again. "You just jumped
off the cliff?"
     More giggles.
     "But, here you are, talking to me."
     Finally she responded. Musical is how I would
describe her voice. "Yes, I jumped. But like I said, I flew." I
couldn't deny the possibility. Here she was, standing. Beautiful,
exotic, and unharmed.
     "You don't want to die, do you?" She asked. Her eyes
seemed to see everything in me, and I could only see her surface.
She was a true mystery.
     "No," I replied. It was true, I didn't want to die.
"But, if I don't die like this, I will die, in pain and
suffering, and hopelessness."
     She took everything in, listening passively, then
responded, sweetly. "What would you do if I said I could remedy
your disease?"
     "You can't. It's impossible. The best doctors don't
know how, so how could you?"
     She moved from the tree, walking closer, catching me
and holding me captive in those beautiful golden eyes. One foot
slowly moved in front of the other, and she quietly closed the
distance. Soon, she was right next to me, and I was staring into
her eyes, looking downward for she was much shorter than myself.
"But, you want to live, don't you?" She asked. Could she really
cure me?
     I couldn't move from looking in her eyes. "Yes. Yes,
I want to live."
     Once I said that, she moved closer, still, and
wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She pulled me, delicately,
but forcefully, closer, stopping when my face was nuzzled against
her shoulder.  Even if I wanted to, I couldn't resist. Soon
enough, I felt her warm breath against my neck.
     Then, her lips made contact, followed by the feel
of, I guess, teeth. It was so powerful, the feelings I had, that
I moved my mouth to her neck, and began to kiss her there.
     Immediately after I had begun, the most wonderful
sensation began flooding through me. It was like everything wrong
with me was leaving, and everything good was staying behind. I
can't even fully describe it, other than to say it was truly the
most wonderful thing I had ever felt.
     But, this came with a price. I was growing weaker
and weaker. I realized what she was doing, and still couldn't
pull myself from her. Not that I wanted to.
     "Russel, you have to finish," she whispered in my
ear. I knew, instinctively, what I had to do. I don't know how,
but my teeth had grown just enough to puncture her neck, and I
pressed against her.
     She started under my inexperienced prodding, and
guided me to the right spot. Her warm blood flowed into my mouth.
It was truly heaven. Nothing could match this feeling, not even
what had just happened.
     The strength I had lost was returning ten, no,
hundred fold. Finally, she pulled away. Again, even with my new
strength, I was helpless to resist. I thought she would die from
blood loss, as I had dug deeply into her skin, but when she moved
back, the wound healed instantly.
     A third voice then entered the picture. "Miyu! What
have you done?" It was a woman's voice. Slowly, my head turned to
see a beautiful woman, in her later-20's running towards us. She
seemed to finally understand what had happened, and spoke again.
"Miyu, you monster! How can you do this?"
     The little girl, Miyu, I guess, cocked her head.
"When will you understand, Himiko?"
     "You've just turned him into another vampire. That's
all I need to know!"
     So that's what happened. Funny, it wasn't anything
like the old myths and legends say.
     Miyu responded, "He was going to kill himself. I
just gave him another chance. You seem to always want people to
suffer when they can live happily, and want those to die who can
be given a chance to live. Why is that, Himiko? Why do you
torture others so much?"
     Himiko pulled up short. It was almost like Miyu had
broken down a wall, one which Himiko had prided herself on for a
good long time. Indeed, when Miyu led me into the mist, Himiko
didn't follow.
     After a long walk, she turned to me. "You know what
I have given you, don't you."
     "Yes, Miyu. You made me a into a vampire, didn't
you?"
     "Russel, you would have killed yourself for nothing.
I need to feed on humans, but I don't like to. I turned you into
a vampire, because I think you can still do something."
     I couldn't say anything.
     "Russel, you will not die by mortal hands. However,
I will come and kill you if you do anything to upset the view
humans have. You can pretend to live hundreds or thousands of
different lives for all I care. Or, you can choose to live out
just one life.
     "When you decide you wish to die, I will come and
find you again. However, if you let others know what you are, I
will, as well, come and find you."
     Finally, I could speak. "So, I can't die, except by
your hands?"
     "No. Any Shinma could kill you, but they won't
likely attack you. There are easier targets."
     "And I will only die when I want to, or when someone
finds out what I am?" I questioned.
     "When someone believes you are what you are. Except
Himiko." I heard her laughter again, and watched as she
disappeared from sight. Gone she was.
     Minutes passed, as I comprehended what had occurred.
Finally, I left the mists and found Himiko, sitting on the
ground. She looked up to me. "How could you let her do that?" She
was furious.
     "I wanted it. I guess. She was right, though. By
next week, I would've been dead, had I not killed myself today.
That is why I was here--to kill myself."
     She looked at me strangely.
     "So, what does Miyu do?"
     "She sends the Shimna back to the dark. But, she
also attacks people for their blood," Himiko responded.
     "She slays demons," I commented quietly. "I think
she just slayed one of my own today."
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Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu
BGC Otaku and worshipper of the Red-Eyed Goddess. Member of ShAS.
Anime, RPG's, computers, poetry (read/write), music (listen/compose).
Author of the Bubblegum Crisis theme pack (see the homepage below).
Homepage with anime and other interests. (http://www.rit.edu/~bmk7411)