...From the ashes of battle born darkness and hatred.
Vendetta for one's self; a requiem for the fallen and what was done could not
be undone. From the despair of loss--seclusion, hidden in enlightened black
with the only fragment of true love. Betrayed, abandoned, none to remember of
one's existence except a forgotten memory of nobody...the question is it to
have had and lost better than not having at all?
--Book of the Moon
A single eye was bruised shut and the one that did
open--wasn't natural. A week past and the body was able to move, but nothing
was in its right mind. She tried to eat, but everything was disgusting. When
the nurse came to check on her she noticed Kira would not eat and would often
retreat to her covers and ignore anyone who tried to talk. The scar from the
surgery had finally closed up and no longer needed stitches to keep it shut--an
angled line from her left hip to as high as the naval. When first she awoke she
searched and search and searched, but could not find Emily.
The doctor stated
that she had never been admitted to the hospital as a patient...there was no
body just ash. Kira screamed. Emily wasn't dead! She couldn't be dead! A
beautiful four-hundred-year-old vampire won't die because a few beams landed on
her! She had to be alive...disappearing right after having her organs
transplanted into Kira had to mean she was alive! Doctor Hudson examined her
patient and physically her body has adapted well to the procedure, but the same
could not be said for her emotional state.
"The nurses have been telling me you haven't been
eating." He glanced to see if she was paying attention and only found her starring past him. Kira slid her shirt down and continued to wear a look
of anguish. That woman whose body was unable to be found must have been
important--he had never seen someone so miserable.
Finally she spoke, though her response was dry, "Everything tastes horrible."
It could be in her head, after all she's suffered a
traumatic event and its perfectly natural for certain things to be different or
wrong. The doctor explained this, but words fell on deaf ears. For someone so
young to experience this trauma...Kira was taking it suspiciously well. Clearly
something else had happened to her and now its about what her next move will
be: suicide or depression.
Kira was released from the hospital, having been
instructed to return every Tuesday for a re-evaluation; she knew what it was
really for. Home was no longer home--a building which she lived and not for
much longer. Emily was dead. The woman she loved, would have married and spend
the rest of her natural life with was gone. Kira did not go near their bedroom
and sat on the couch for hours drowning in despair. She was starving, but could
not stomach any food or drink and never thought to try again.
There had to be a
mistake, Emily...she was strong and wouldn't leave Kira in this world...not by
herself. I want to die... No one would save her and she couldn't depend on
anyone--too many times has she lost her footing, but now there wasn't anyone
left to pick her back up. Tears would come no longer, it hurt so much, but she
has cried to the point were everything became gone numb. This was to be her
end; the phone rang and was ignored.
"Hey Kira it's Triss...listen...I heard about
Emily...I can't imagine what you're going thru. I just wanted to call and tell
you that we're here for you...and we'll help you anyway we can...just come
by...talk to you later."
Kira called and canceled the first evaluation...she
hadn't touched food in days and felt a horrible growl in her stomach and burn
in her throat. She went out at night and hoped fresh air would clear her lungs--it
did not. Instead she walked circles, up and down the streets until she stopped
suddenly in the center of the sidewalk. Her stomach gave a loud growl.
Remembering again that story of a tragic young man...they were in the exact
state of mind, and she to had the desire for flesh--remnants of the Ghoul. I'm
Walking again...faster and faster and faster until it was a full on
sprint back to that building! Kira ripped thru the door, flashed to the
bathroom and stared at the mirror. What the hell... Her eyes were two
different colors--sky-blue for the right and crimson red controlled the left;
human and vampire. I wasn't turned! Kira snapped her fist into the mirror and
cracked an already distorted image.
Emily had said something a long time ago: vampires
can eat human food, but only if they consume enough blood to satisfy them
otherwise...she tumbles towards the kitchen and rips open the fridge door. I'm
human! Apples, burgers, ice cream it didn't matter it all tasted like rotten
fish, dish sponge and moldy bread! I know what's causing this! She snatched a
kitchen knife and yanked her shirt up--the knife cut her, but in horror Kira watched as it stiched back together instaintly.
became too much, Kira collapsed on the floor overwhelmed by a feeling of
folding in on herself. Past the door, a woman sent Kira leaping to her feet and
flying toward the door. WHERE?! Following that person at a sprint, she knew
who it was, the smell was so familiar, like Emily's perfume! Where is
she-where is she-WHERE IS SHE! Thru and ally Kira hit a set of trashcans just
as the tip of her hair disappeared behind the next corner.
He halted at the sound of her shout. Kira became
wide-eyed, Emily was not here, but a vampire and a corpse. I was drawn...to a
'Scram--this prey's mine'
Kira could hear it; heartbeat. Kira could see it;
vessels. She could smell it; blood. That woman was still alive and any longer
that vampire would kill her! Nothing could be done, the fear was so great Kira
was frozen in place--more than that her mouth began to crave that flesh.
'Didn't you hear me? Leave or I'll kill y--'
His head was stabbed and instantly he turned to ash.
Investigators. Kira began to cry, dropping to the ground as one tended to the
victim and the other fixed his AVW on her.
"H...elp...me..." Kira sobbed locking her
body to prevent anymore movement. Her only hope of salvation had to be the
Association; brother and Jensin had to help her fix whatever this is! A shot to
her shoulder screamed out in pain--when had she moved? There was no
recollection, but she knew had that not happened she would have been killed
"W-wait! I'm not a vampire!"
Kira clenched her bleeding shoulder and found it
without a wound. What? I was sure I was shot! Kira is human, she has to be!
She cannot be a vampire, cannot change--cannot be that demon! I'm human...I
can't turn... Investigators hunt 'insane vampires' and the vibe coming from
this woman was far worse than any they have come across before--pure evil.
"Call President Jensin, he knows me!"
Both hesitated and began muttering to one another. How
would a lowly vampire know Association President? Kira had to play her card
right--she saved the president therefore he owed her! Even if it meant crossing
paths with 'that person' this would be the only means to survive and discover
what has happened to her! The Investigators aimed their weapons at the single
red-eyed vampire. They're going to kill me... Dying right now, would mean the
stopping of her misery and the end of suffrage in this short life. I can't
die--I won't allow it! Another shot fired, but Kira had been well passed it
before it reached.
From the wall to the dumpster Kira appeared and disappeared
coming closer and closer to her attackers. Emily didn't just die--Kira's chance
at a normal life died with her! Now there was fighting, survive until those two
met again. Only then...fighting as a 'human'--Kira bit her hand just as fangs
stretched to sink into the Investigator.
Claws swiped the AVW from the first Investigator's hand then a kick to
his chest sent him flying. Don't tell me-- Kira took hold of the hand that
went for the human woman and held it back, Emily's organs are forcing me to
act like this?! Her throat burned with the sole desire to tear into human
flesh and consume its blood. The last defense Kira had against this thirst was
her will to remain human. She grabbed the Anti-Vampire gun and held it in her
palm--the Investigators gave her a dumbfounded look.
"I'm human you bastards--how else could I touch
A heart-beat came from the weapon. Eh? It pulsed,
resonating with her entire body until it reached her heart. It sounded as
though it 'spoke' to her. Since when do weapons have a 'voice' let alone speak
to 'her'? These weapons...were not normal; personality; personalities spread out to hundreds of weapons. What are you saying? The Investigators
charged, whatever this woman was was dangerous! If vampires have figured out a
way wield AMWs then it was only a matter of time before they found a way to
resist the weapons!
This woman proclaims to be human and to know Association
President and yet moves with the same attributes as the vampire! They would not
be played fools, all vampires must die! The heart of one Investigator is ripped
from his chest; the second has his face smashed into the brick wall and had his
blood splatter towards Kira, touching her clothes and face. A vampire stood at
the bodies and flicked the remaining blood off their hand before collecting the
AVWs with a cloth and walking towards the frightened woman.
"Kira?" A man with a feline mask crouched at Kira's side.
recognized the voice, a waiter at the bar, but for the life of her could not
recall a face.
"Help me...please, you probably won't believe me,
but I'm human...and yet..."
Kira felt the urge come again, the scent of blood from
his hands made her closer to succumb to these inhuman desires. The vampire
noticed the struggle Kira had when restraining her own hand and thought to what
they had been told--Emily died, Kira 'survived'.
"I want to tear into everyone's throat--its so
bad I feel like I'm going to suffocate!" The woman gripped her throat, wanting to tear into it again.
"Starvation for a vampire is a living hell."
Kira grinds her teeth at the thought, "I'm
"You're not vampire that's for sure." He leaned closer and sniffed the air around her, "But you're
not human either."
He continued to sniffed the air around her; something he had never
caught before--from the coat came a flask, inside swished sweet, thick, blood
mixed with alcohol. The moment the cap was removed, the single crimson eye grew
brighter the the fresh scent of an arm's reach of blood. Its offered to Kira
who for a moment gave a look of relief, but quickly it changed to rejection as
she pushed away his hand. With all her might she restrained the demon within;
beast in human form.
Kira cringes at the thought--not again. The man touched
the shivering woman then wrapped her in his coat and lifted her shoe-less self
into his arms. Octave had Kira brought thru the back and up stares into the
employee common room. There she sat and suffered by this overwhelming thirst to
tear into 'flesh'. The only affective way to maintain her senses was to bite
herself and every time the wound would steam away reminding her of reality.
Miss.Triss entered alone with a glass of water and a pill bottle, having found
a growling animal in a corner bleeding by the hand and neck.
She jumped at Miss.Triss grabbing her wrist and
placing her hand on the steaming wound. Aggressively she threw the vampire
woman off and moved to the opposite side of the room. Not again--she would not
be made into a demon, not by them! Miss.Triss did not come any closer, but
rather set the bottle on the table and sat on the couch.
"These pills will make the pain go away."
She spoke softly, dropping two into the water and
watching them dissipate and release red. Kira immediately became enticed, by
the faint smell; a trick. Please don't die. Kira grabbed her head, Shut up! In her mind 'that person's' face appeared; smiling, seductive; like she didn't
even know her. If I ever see you again I will kill you. Everything finally
became quiet, a moment of clarity that gave the answer to everything: Emily was
killed because of her by 'that person'. Kira calmed her enough to apologize and
fixated herself in front of the table, across from Miss.Triss.
"These are called blood tablets--artificial blood
that will help sustain your thirst. You won't be satisfied, but it will help
with making sure you don't do something you'd regret."