Yo.
New kid on the block here, so I figured I'd waste a few moments to
introduce myself to ya'll. I've been refered to as The Crazy Swede
and The Deviant Viking, two nicknames which I pretty much think
says it all. :)
Not only does it reveal that I'm a bloody foreigner hailing from the
wonderful country of Sweden and that English isn't my first language,
it also reveals that I'm something of a barbarian with a fondness for
the naughtier and crazier side of life. :)
Anyways, been writing fanfiction for a while now, but only recently
discovered anime/manga. I'm now an avid fan of Love Hina, Tenchi
Muyo, Onegai Teacher, Ranma �, FLCL, Naruto, Hikaru no Go, Tennis
no Oijisama, Hellsing, Ai Yori Aoshi, Trigun, DN Angel, Matantei Loki
Ragnarok, Onegai Twins, To Heart, Hajime no Ippo and probably a couple
more which I can't think of at the moment. My memory is good, but
short. :)
I thought I'd start out by inflicting a couple of my Love Hina fics
on ya'll, starting with 'Tears of Blood', my first anime fic. So
far I'm up to eleven finished chapters and am currently writing on
chapters 12-15, as well as a little side-story about Aunt Haruka.
Anyways, 'nuff chit-chat about me. Here's the first chapter of
'Tears of Blood', soon to be followed by the first chapter of
'The Kanako Factor' and 'It's Not Enough'.
- Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
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Tears of Blood[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Inspired by Blood Hina on fanfiction.net and offended that the
otherwise brilliant Teriyaki Chicken used Kuei-jin instead of Kindred,
here's my version of how Keitarou is turned into a vampire...
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Vampire - The Masquerade and whatnot
are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine
though, all mine. This series deals with unpleasant things, such as death,
undeath and whatnot. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read,
although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com,
more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at http://www.hawksgalaxy.com
or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
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Chapter One:
"Keitaro!" the howl rewerbed through the halls, rooms and corridors of
Hinata Sou, the occupants bracing themselves and preparing to hit the
floor should an SFO ( Screaming Flying Object ) suddenly come hurling in
their direction.
+CRASH+
Motoko was the one who got the dubious honor of having to move to avoid
getting hit as the blurred form of Urashima Keitaro came flying through
the wall of her room. She gracefully leaned aside to dodge him, without
opening her eyes or uncoiling from the Lotus position she was currently
seated in.
+CRASH+
Motoko opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, glaring at the hole
in the wall through which Keitarou had exited and then forward, looking at
the hole through which he had entered. Judging from the angle he'd been
heading, she assumed that he had originated from the bath. The screamed
'Keitaro' had been hollered by Naru. Now that she knew where he'd come
from and who was responsible, she decided to ignore the event and resume
her meditation. She would no doubt find out at dinner what he'd done to
get Naru-punched out of the building.
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"Ara? Ara ara?" Mutsumi inquired with a groan as she pushed herself up on
her knees, then staggered to her feet. She blinked owlishly several times
to focus her gaze, then looked around herself and found what had knocked
her off her feet. "Kei-kun?" she murmured and wobbled across the room,
pushing splintered wood out of her path with her feet as she headed for
the groaning form in the corner of her room. She reached the corner and
slumped onto her knees, turning Keitarou over and blanching slightly at
the sight which greeted her. "Ara ara ara ara ara!" she exclaimed as she
looked over the almost unrecognizable features of Urashima Keitarou.
Only the left half of his glasses were still there, the other half was
missing. He was covered with bruises, bumps, cuts, dust, blood and wooden
splinters. His left arm was bent at an unnatural angle and his ribs were
revealed to the naked eye since the skin and flesh that used to cover them
had been torn away along with his clothes.
"Kei-kun!" she screamed, his features were completely unrecognizable, but
she just *knew* that it was him. Fear had stripped away the confused daze
at which she otherwise found herself, panic torn away hesitation and
determination focused her mind. "Haruka-san!" she howled, then pushed
herself onto her feet and took off at a run. In the sudden clarity of mind
which she was currently experiencing, she recalled an odd customer at
Haruka's tea shop which she'd seen Haruka talking with a few weeks earlier.
She knew hopeless when she saw it, Keitarou was far beyond conventional
medicine. As her feet took her at great speed closer to her target, she
knew that Keitarou was taking his last breath back at her appartment. The
only chance he now had of ever being able to get back to some semblance of
'life', was that odd customer.
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"All right, all right, all right." the vampire stated nervously as he was
pushed into the room by a hysterical Mutsumi and a, for once visibly
distraught, Haruka. The older woman had tears flowing down her cheeks, but
still held a pistol in her right hand which was unwaveringly directed at
the back of the vampires head. "I said I'd do it, didn't I? Geesh!"
"Kei-kun!" Mutsumi sobbed as she saw him. She had known that he would be
dead when she returned, but it was one thing to know it and quite another
to see it with her own two eyes.
"Do it." Haruka ordered, choking back the sobs which threatened to emerge
at any second. "You owe me and you know it. Do it." she snarled and
pointed at Keitarou.
"You are sure? He'll be back in a sense, but he won't be alive. There will
be..."
+cli-click+
"You are sure, okay, fine. I'll just get on with it then, shall I?" the
vampire babbled and hurriedly moved over to kneel over Keitarou, then bent
down over him and sealed his lips to Keitarous neck. Both women turned
away with revulsion as the vampire started suckling at Keitarou's throat,
emptying his body of what little blood that remained.
As the horrible schlurping sucking noices stopped, they turned back in
time to flinch as the vampire used his own fangs to slit his left wrist,
then put the bleeding wound against Keitarou's pale lips. For a few
moments, nothing happened and the two humans began to worry. Then
Keitarou's eyes opened, a feral glimmer in them and they both took a step
back from the horrible sight. Those eyes weren't looking at an aunt and
friend, those eyes were looking at two possible sources of food.
Keitarou brought his hands up to grasp the arm of the vampire, then he
started to suckle greedily at the wrist at his mouth. As he did so, the
vampire closed his eyes with an expression of extreme pleasure on his
face. It was more then obvious that it was a highly enjoyable experience.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes and yanked the wrist away from Keitarou,
slapping him away as he attempted to sink his fangs into the other
vampire.
"Down boy, down." he snapped and licked at his wrist, closing the horrible
wound which had been there a few moments ago. "Welcome to the night, my
Childe." he added and backed away from Keitarou. "Now listen up, this is
important and we haven't got much time. You are badly injured and if we do
not correct this within the next few minutes, your injuries will remain
for the rest of your miserable existance and you will have to spend a
great deal of time hunting down prey every night to enable you to heal
your injuries as you rise each night." the vampire instructed and held out
his arms to block the way for Mutsumi and Haruka who had started forward,
intending to reach out to the distraught youth.
The vampire proceeded to explain how blood flowed through his body now,
how it burned in his veins and how he could use that blood, use that burn
to acomplish mighty feats. He spoke of healing, of strengthening and of
endurance. Keitarou appeared to listen and suddenly convulsed, moaning in
pain as his ribs creaked back, flesh flowed over them and skin appeared
from out of nowhere to replace what had been lost. His bruises faded away,
the bumps sank back into his body, the cuts closed and the splinters
popped out of his body.
"Oh my god." he panted, looking down upon himself. "What happened to me?!
What am I?!" he exclaimed, feeling around his fangs with his toungue, his
eyes as large as saucers.
"You died and you're now a vampire, a creature of the night. You have to
feed on blood, or you'll die again. You have to stay out of sunlight, or
you'll die again. You have to avoid getting decapitated, or you'll die
again. Other then that, you're now immortal. Unless your 'life' is
prematurely ended, you'll live forever. Congratulations." the vampire
dryly explained and got a smack in the back of his head from Haruka for
his efforts. "Ow..." he groused and rubbed the back of his head.
"Your services are no longer required and I consider you debt paid in
full. Now go." Haruka stated neutrally, her face once again an
expressionless mask which betrayed nothing of what she was really
thinking. She'd already managed to dig out a cigarette and lit it up,
puffing absently on the cancerstick as he regarded her undead nephew.
"But I need to explain..." the vampire began.
+cli-click+
"All right then, ooookay, good luck." he muttered and backed out of the
room, Haruka's pistol unwaveringly directed at his face until the door
closed in front of him.
"How are you feeling, Keitarou?" she inquired. "Can you stand?"
"I'm... It feels a little odd." he eventually decided and slowly stood up,
blinking in confusion as he removed what remained of his glasses and
looked around himself. "I... It's... I can see without these now, I
feel... I'm... It's like I'm thirsty, but not quite... I feel... I
need..." he stuttered and blinked several times as he regarded the two
women in front of him.
"Ara?" Mutsumi exclaimed as he advanced towards her, only to stop
mid-stride as a pistol was suddenly held against the bridge of his nose.
"No, Keitarou." Haruka stated flatly. "You may not feed upon her and don't
even think of trying it on me."
"I wasn't..." he began to protest, then got a horrified look on his face.
"Oh shit, I was, wasn't I? I was going to..." he said with a strained
voice, then spun around and took several steps away from them, slamming
his forehead against the wall. "Bloody hell!"
"Not quite." Haruka responded and moved the cigarette from one corner of
her mouth to the other, without touching it with her hands. "You died and
escaped hell, you're back here with us and now you have a decision to
make."
"What decision is that, old wo-..." he began to inquire, but was cut off.
+slap+
"What decision is that, Haruka-san?" he inquired and rubbed the back of
his head were Haruka had slapped him as well as his forehead, which had
unexpectedly banged against the wall again from the force of her blow.
"If you're going to run away and start a new life, or if you're going to
attempt and reclaim your old one. And if it's the latter, how much you're
going to tell the others." she replied, an omnious note in her voice as
she waited for his reply.
The End! ( For now... )
--<< Sent By >>--
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
ICQ:21771860
http://hawksgalaxy.com
hawk@telia.com
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