[FFML] [Vampire Princess Miyu]The First Kill

This is an idea that came to me after watching the Miyu OAVs for about the billionth time (aren't they just so COOL?!!!!)

Anyway, C&C would be appreciated.

Enjoy!

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http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/2880/index.html

"There are people who are unaffected at the time their blood is
drunk. They grow up like that, and then, at some point, the blood in
them suddenly awakens."

It took two hours and four beers to stop the shaking of her
hands. Staring into the empty glass cupped in her palms, Spiritualist
Himiko contemplated her next move in the perpetual chess match between
herself and that little demon-girl, Miyu.
<I didn't leave,> she thought to herself. <I stayed, and Miyu
was there. She was the same! It happened thirty years ago, and she
hasn't aged a day!> Himiko's hands tightened around the glass. <What
did she do to me? Am I a vampire now like her?> Himko could almost
feel the chess pieces move around her; the Shinma, Miyu and Larva, and
now herself. Today she had learned that she had changed from a pawn
into a queen.
It was not a comforting thought.
Himiko brought up the glass to her forehead, trying to find
solace in its cool touch. <She drank my blood! An innocent child! I
couldn't have been more than four, and she...she...!> Himiko slammed
the glass down on the counter. With a sharp crack, the glass fractured
into four pieces, cutting her hands. She stared at the shattered glass,
at the blood flowing out of her hands. Bringing them up to her face she
stared at the blood, mesmerized.
"Oh, for the love of-! Akinari! Get the first aid kit!" The
bartender, an older man, grabbed Himiko's hands and pressed a towel into
them. Feeling faint, Himiko fought to remain upright. The smell!
Never had anything smelled so alluring. She could actually smell the
coppery fluid.
"What's your name?" asked the bartender as he continued to press
the towel into her hands, trying to staunch the flow. "Do you have
anyone here who can drive you to a doctor?"
Himiko stared at him, her gaze sliding down from her eyes to the
hollow of his throat. She could see the artery throbbing just beneath
the skin. Her tongue slipped out from her mouth and ran itself over her
lips. She was so thirsty! All she needed to do was reach out...
"Here's the kit." Akinari, one of the young bouncers, put the
kit on the counter beside her. Hinako jumped at the sound, and pulled
away from the two men.
"I-I'm fine really!" she stammered loudly. "I...I can make it
on my own." Stepping away from the bar, she stumbled to the door.
"Hey, wait a minute-!" cried the bartender in protest, but she
was out the door and gone before he could finish.
"What do we do now?" asked Akinari.
"We'll call the police. They'll pick her up and take care of
her."

Himiko ran blindly through the night. Ignoring the protests of
people she bumped into she ran for several minutes before stopping
beside a lamppost. Leaning against it, she looked down at her hands.
She watched as the wounds slowly, but visibly, began to heal over. She
moaned and sank to her knees. The few people on the street avoided her,
giving her a wide berth.

Officer Ryoma put away his radio, having just received a report
of some drunken woman who had injured herself and ran out of the bar she
was in. He was in the area and if he was lucky, he might be able to
find her.

"Excuse me, Miss?"
Himiko looked up. A police officer looked down at her warily.
"Y-yes?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Miss, it looks like you've been injured. You should come with
me and I'll take care of you." He took a hold of her arm and pulled her
to her feet.
"I-I'm fine! I'll just be on my way." She turned away from
him, but her maintained a hold of her arm.
"Miss, I'm going to have to insist." The officer's expression
was stern and unrelenting.
She could smell him, the blood flowing through him, and it was
driving her mad. She wanted to leap on him drink the blood in his body.
Desperation giving her strength, she yanked her arm free and ran. He
followed, only a few steps behind. She ducked into an alley, but
quickly stopped when she realized it was a dead end. <I thought this
only happened in movies,> a whimsical part of her brain thought. She
turned and, sure enough, the officer was standing at the entrance to the
alley. He had removed his club and was holding it in his hand.
"Miss, please come with me. I don't want to have to hurt you."
Walking forward, he again held out his hand, reaching for her. She
backed away, shaking her head.
"No! You don't understand! If you say, I might hurt you, even
kill you! I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself!" She backed
away until she pressed against the back wall of the alley
"Miss, no one's going to be hurt if you just come with me." He
continued his slow advance, until he could almost touch her. With every
step, his blood-smell became stronger and stronger until her terror and
confusion mingled together into a fever pitch.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She flung her hand out to push him away,
but instead, a burning sensation rippled down her arm and a ball of fire
exploded in her hand. It shot out and struck the officer in the arm.
He recoiled, screaming in pain as the flame burned his arm. Another two
bursts of fire lashed out and hit him in the chest and he fell,
thrashing around on the ground as agony suffused his being.
Himiko stared at the officer in horror. Running to him, she
tried to do something, anything, for his wounds. "I'm sorry! I'm
sorry!" She repeated the apology like a mantra, trying to ward off the
nightmare she was living. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air
around them, and blood was flowing from underneath the burnt skin.

Ryoma, gritting his teeth against the pain, looked up at the
monster that had attacked. His eyes widened at what he saw. The woman
was pale, almost white, and her eyes had taken on a golden hue. She
slowly leaned down and put her lips to his neck. What the hell was she
doing, giving her a kiss? There was a moment of sharp pain, then an
indescribable ecstasy rolled over him.

Yes! The taste of his blood, it was wonderful! I was better
than anything she had ever felt. Even the gentle caress of a lover was
nothing compared to the flowing of blood in her mouth. She sucked
harder, trying to draw more blood out from the holes in his neck.
Eventually, there was no more to be had, and she fell back
against a wall, panting for air. Drinking his blood had been literally
breathtaking. She looked down at her victim and saw the peace on his
face. He had been happy when he died. Himiko smiled. She had taken
him from a world of pain into the oblivion of peace. Yes, it felt
right.
Then the enormity of what she had done struck her. She had
killed him, murdered him. Crying out, she shook him, trying to convince
herself that he was just unconscious, that he was not really dead.
Anguish and sorrow overwhelmed her, and she fell to the ground, curling
up into a ball, weeping pitifully. She was a monster, a creature that
lived on human blood. A vampire.
A voice, filled with sadness, spoke out of the darkness of the
alley.
"The first kill is always the hardest."
Himiko scrambled up to a sitting position and stared at the
owner of the voice.
It was Miyu.
End

For those of you who are interested, I'm about half way through Chapter 16 of One War, Three Sisters. I see Chapter 16 as being the final chapter, with an epilogue following.

Adam