God, I love that cliffhanger!

Nabiki, in the clutches of the evil, nasty, rapine monster. Oh, what's a 
poor girl who's wearing practically nothing to do?

Many people haven't seen this. While I think it was posted to the FFML a 
while back I'm not sure, so I'm *not* tagging it as a repost.

I'm also voluntarily rating this as V for extreme, bloody and in many cases 
gratitious violence.


Ch 7. Retribution



	Nabiki stared in horror at the monstrous apparition
before her. Her mouth opened and closed in shock. Her fingers
scrabbled uselessly at the broken window latch.

	"You're already at the party, Nabiki, dear," the monster
teased. "Why leave so early? We haven't even got you undressed
yet... well anymore than you already are!"

	Nabiki ducked.

	Akuji had punctuated his statement with a swipe of his
claws. Just like before, in Midori and Hisawa's apartment, the
claws lengthened impossibly as they swung, tearing a great rent
in the wall behind her.

	Nabiki screamed, and scrabbled for the corner of the
room. There was only one chance and she knew it.

	Her previous illusion had fallen in her shock at Akuji's
appearance. Desperately, she cast another, of herself, cowering
in the corner as she tried to scramble past the monster.

	She was well past him, into the middle of the apartment
when she felt it. It was like someone had dropped an ice cube
down the back of her dress.

	Suddenly, her feet would no longer work. She looked down
to see them pump uselessly in the air. It slowly occurred to
her that something must be holding her in the air.

	The cold burning intensifying the entire time, Nabiki
noticed the white spike protruding from her belly.

	"*GAGHH*..." She gurgled, unable to get the words out
around the blood in her throat.

	"Dear, dear girl. Do you think I'm about to let you leave
when you will just run and sic the rest of your coven on me? It
will be so much more fun to watch your blood drain away. I
suppose I'll have to decapitate you as well to finish the
kill... More the pity."

	Akuji shook his arm, letting Nabiki fall off of the
spike. Weakly, she turned to see the weapon return to the rough
claw shape that had torn through the flesh of his hand.

	Nabiki clutched at her wound. He caught her by the neck
as she fell forward, blood flowing from in between her fingers.

	With horrified certainty, Nabiki knew that the creature
dragging her to the bed was a ravener.

	She was thrown roughly on the sheets, her blood smearing
all over. Ruefully, she thought that her dress would never be
the same.

	Almost instantly, Akuji was on top her. His human hand
and his claw braced against her shoulders, he positioned his
waist over her.

	Grossly, he used his enormous, phallic extension to
pushed the hem of her sheer dress up over her waist. Nabiki
shuddered in revulsion, desperately looking for some way out.

	Lightheaded from loss of blood and panicked from her
impending rape and eventual murder, Nabiki scrabbled uselessly,
seeing the 'probe' descending toward her bloody delta.

	A voice seemed to come from inside her head. "Some
things," Nodoka had told them, when first she revealed herself,
"Are universal. We don't age. We can concentrate our strength
and--"

	*Concentrate our strength...*

	Nabiki wondered if she could pull it off. She realized
that she would almost certainly be no match for Akuji... but...

	She concentrated for an instant, and clenched her knees
together, catching the grotesque phallus between them, just
before it penetrated her..

	"Still fighting?" Akuji chuckled.

	Nabiki grimaced and wrenched hard to one side.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Akuji cried as the phallus was ripped completely off his
demonic body with a sickening tearing noise.

	As the monster clutched at his mutilation, screaming all
the while, Nabiki struggled out from underneath him.

	Still clutching at the spurting wound in her belly, She
scraped a gob of black goo off her dress and began to stagger
for the doorway.

	Within seconds she was running. Her eyesight was
beginning to fade, but on she ran.

	She kicked through the door with one vampire adrenaline
enhanced kick and made her way down the hall.

	Trailing blood behind her, Nabiki cleanly vaulted the
flight of stairs, all her childhood martial arts training
coming back to her in her time of need.

	She burst out of the swinging glass doors, running full
tilt.

	Then she careened directly into a brick wall.



	Ryouga looked down in shock at the woman who had just
bounced into him. She was streaming blood, and from the look of
things was mostly naked.

	With horrified shock, he realized that it was Nabiki.

	She had hit her head when she fell, but Ryouga couldn't
tell if it was that, or the massive amount of blood she was
losing that sent her into unconsciousness.

	Willing away a nosebleed and scooping her barely
concealed body up in his arms, Ryouga started to run.
Regardless of Nabiki's presence, he was *sure* this wasn't the
Tendou Dojo.

	"Oh God... please don't die, Nabiki," he pleaded.

	Finally, well sure that he was as lost from the building
as possible, Ryouga located a park.

	Gingerly, he lifted her injured body up inside a wooden
fort in the middle of the playground. Out of the wind, and
safe, he produced a flashlight from his backpack and began to
examine her wound.

	Desperately avoiding looking at her nakedness, Ryouga
probed gently at the wound with a clean cloth. It was much less
horrific than he first thought. She had still lost a massive
amount of blood however. If he couldn't get her to a hospital,
he was certain that her barely beating heart would stop.

	It was quite a surprise to him, then, when her eyes
fluttered open.



	Nabiki could *feel* the wound healing. The skin...
stretching back into place. The place inside her where... her
intestines? had knitted back together.

	She was exhausted, though. She could feel her strength
pouring into the effort. Having casted major illusions all
night hadn't helped either.

	There was a smell around her. It was a dark, musty smell.
It was the smell of a man who walked in the dirt and mud all
day. It was the smell of... Pork?

	With what little strength she had left, Nabiki forced her
eyes open.

	*Wonderful...* she thought. *Now I'm REALLY screwed,*

	"How do you feel," Ryouga asked.

	"Agh.." Nabiki gurgled. She coughed, spattering blood
over herself.

	"We gotta go to a hospital," Ryouga whispered. "Can you
stay conscious long enough to guide me there," he asked, biting
back his intense anger at admitting his directionlessness.

	Nabiki knew she would never make it to a hospital. She
just didn't have the strength. If only...

	She could hear the pounding.

	With a start, she realized that it was Ryouga's heart.
She could feel the pushing in her jaw as her fangs started to
extend.

	*NO!* She clenched her jaw shut.

	"C'mon! We gotta get you to a--"

	"Ryouga..." Nabiki cut him off weakly. "I'm dying..." she
muttered, forcing the words past the goo in her throat.

	"What..." Ryouga clenched his eyes. "I've got to do
something..."

	"I need..." Nabiki blacked out for a second. Her eyes
rolled up in her head.

	"Nabiki! NO!"

	It was the smell of him, leaning over her, his body, his
blood, so close to hers, that brought her back around. Her
canines pushed all the way out of her jaw. She could feel them
pushing against her gums.

	"I'm a vampire, Ryouga-kun," Nabiki mumbled, her fangs
flashing in the moonlight. "I... need your blood... or I'm
going to die."

	"A vampire?!?! My... my blood?" Ryouga shrank back in
horror.

	The smell of him driving her on, Nabiki managed to sit
up. "I... can't take it from you... you have to give it to me,"
she pleaded.

	With a resolute, but terrified expression on his face,
Ryouga clenched his jaws and fists.

	"What do I have to do?"

	"Just... come here."

	Nabiki fell back down. Seeing him hovering over her,
Nabiki reached out to the young man.

	She blacked out again for a second, but when she came to,
she was being cradled in his arms.

	She needed no instructions. His blood called out to her.

	Ryouga averted his eyes, clenching his jaw shut.

	Nervously, Nabiki licked her lips, and allowed them to
close on the lost boy's neck.

	Her fangs sunk into his corrottoid on the first try.

	Ryouga gasped at the sensation. He started feeling a
little light headed, but concentrated on keeping himself from
panicking.

	Nabiki could feel the trickles of blood flowing down her
throat. From the taste of it, she knew it was arterial blood,
and knew that if she drank too much at once that she could
injure, or even kill Ryouga.

	It was, however, instinct told her, much more what she
needed than a venal flow.

	The wound clenched shut as the first trickle reached her
stomach. 	Ryouga groaned in concentration and fear.

	After only a couple mouthfuls, Nabiki let her jaw
disengage from Ryouga's neck. The small puncture marks sealed
over, and began to bruise.

	"I-i-is that enough?" Ryouga asked fearfully.

	Nabiki, feeling her hungry body healing, shook her head
slightly. "Just... a little more..."

	Ryouga nodded, fearfully presenting his neck to her
again.

	Nabiki could start to feel the burning in her blood. She
knew Ryouga would feel it to, if only he would let go.

	Nabiki licked her lips again and let her fangs sink into
the opposite side of his neck.

	The venal blood was much less potent, but Nabiki knew
that she could drink much more of it without injuring the young
man.

	She let her mouth fill with the dark crimson flood and
swallowed. She took two more mouthfuls, and pulled away. It was
so intense now...

	The last thought Nabiki had before she passed out again
was just how much Ryouga was turning her on.



* * *



	The trail of blood did loops. It crossed back on itself.
It found blind ends and turned around. Finally, it disappeared
entirely. There was no trace of blood, or the vampire's scent.

	Akuji shook his head in disgust. Back in his 'human'
disguise, he snorted. The little bitch had escaped him! And now
her coven would most certainly be alerted to his presence in
the city. They were, no doubt, what was responsible for the
death of one of his prized drones earlier in the week.

	He had her name, though. A little cash and persuasion
would lead him right to her.

	In the meantime... In the meantime, though, he mustn't
let his timetable get off.

	The street he was on wasn't busy, but it had enough
people on it that he could harvest what he needed.

	The scent of virgin blood in his nose, he closed in on a
lone schoolgirl. She might have been fifteen.

	As they passed the opening to the alley, Akuji made his
move. He grabbed her by the face, preventing her from
screaming, and leapt into the alley.

	When he had the girl pinned against the wall behind a
dumpster, he clasped his free hand around her neck, and let go
her face.

	She tried to scream, looking up in terror at him, but he
was constricting her throat too tightly for any air to pass her
lips. Akuji smiled wickedly as he tore the front of her skirt
away.

	"w-what are you going-- to do with me--" the girl forced
out in a terrified whisper.

	"Normally," Akuji quipped, "I'd violate you and then
sacrifice you to my god."

	The girl shuddered in terror and tried to scream again.
	"*Someone*, though, has seen to it that I can't do that
any more," he explained angrily, as he sunk his claws into her
belly, just above her hips.

	Her face twisted in agony, and her feet scrabbled
uselessly against the brick wall, but the only noise she could
make as her insides were torn apart was a quiet, choked cry.

	"So... I'll just have to watch you bleed to death. Is
that okay with you?"

	

	It would be morning before the police would find the
body.


- To Be continued...
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