Vampires Love

Disclaimer - Mine except for the whole thing being created by Rumiko Takahashi and so on.

THANKS TO - ‘Zyren’ yeah I wanted Kagome to have a new look. Like you I got bored of the good-girl, must-only-do-good-for-others miko. Gah! Makes me gag!

To ‘Ankoku-sama’ yeah I know what you mean about ere not being that many good vampire fanfictions. Actually, there aren’t like…any! I’ve read I’d say close to a thousand stories and only found two that dealt with vampire or occult themes. It sucks! lol.

Chapter 7: The Beginning Of The End Of Forever


I think we all have a lot of darkness in our bellies…tapping into that, reaching down into that sadness or anger, is very therapeutic.
~Kevin Bacon


When I first started my story I warned you about us all. The pain…the sorrow…the despair. I said that we can’t love - only despise…and yet I lied. We have a love for our twisted fantasies. Just because nothing quite measures up to them; the freedom… the security in that we are an undefeatable race. Man and everyone else will never truly understand our kind; will never understand the feeling of rich warm blood flowing…the feel of a victim’s pulse slowly fading and knowing that you have become the ultimate predator…an unmatchable force of otherworldly power

Love…what is the meaning of that word anyway? Does it save villages? Bring back the dead? Purge the world of sin? The only reason the word even exists is because it rests on a perception of its meaning. And if that’s true, I know then that you want to know what I think of it as. True…when I first started my tale, I alluded to how if a vampire feels true love, in the sense of an unfathomable attachment to another, they will in the end be destroyed by it. Simply I guess, those that did died because of the way I feel right now…

They wanted to move on.

Ah…and yet all I can do is shake my head at this. I stare out at the red October moon and bare my fangs at it. Cursing it. Wishing for nothing more then to see it explode. Anything to end my existence…because yes…I don’t want it anymore; I want to go on. All this blood on my hands…all the mangled daisies I once held close to my heart. All burned; all gone in heaps of dragon-breathed ash. But the fool that lies beside me will serve his purpose.

She ran her long white fingers across the curve of his chin, pressing against the side of his neck to feel the stillness beneath the cooling flesh. Leaning down, she opened her mouth against where his jugular would have been and gently pit into his skin to leave a slight impression before coming back up.

This one will go on in my place. Or will ‘She’ not permit it? Sesshomaru’s brother was my scapegoat, my fifteen minutes of pleasure, and yet my biggest mistake. I rarely turn others. In fact the only ones I have turned at all were Miroku, Rin, and now this one – Inuyasha. The others were part of Kikyo’s coven and I had taken them in when she was...

For my victims that I let on as living dead I feel…guilty, as much as that is not the word for it. I am not sure what it is I feel. I still, after all this time, am not sure why. Maybe I feel pity for them, the destiny that awaits them…the suffrage just ahead for when they crave their first victim. The whole cycle starts again and it is solely my fault. I am not human and yet the things I do at times…bah. If Koga or Miroku could hear me they would surely wonder at my position as leader. Don’t think it is all a matter of appearances. What you have heard IS what I am – and I won’t bother with stressing it anymore then that. Heh – and my master. Even she one day will no longer hold my neck up with a barbed wire string! I have found a way…a way to – no. I won’t speak of it yet. There are more important things at hand

I bathe my newest addition in the blood of a young doe, the animal still alive as I rip open its belly to sort through its organs for its liver and heart. Meanwhile all I can think about is how interesting it is how long an animal can live without breathing.

Nevertheless, I anointed the chrysalis – the new body of which I have eaten another soul from. His spirit is sheltered now within my right palm, buried away forever from him. Poor human…and yet – the softness in his face…there is no terror there any longer. It makes me glance away to know that soon his eyes will open – and when they do, they will be blank. But I have to shake myself! For the devils sake, he is nothing! And never will be. Not when power is the most important aspect both in life and death.

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You know nothing about me…and yet everything because really, there’s not much to tell. I was human once…and maybe that is all you need to know. For now. Everyone is a casualty of our existence. Don’t think my feelings of bitterness contradict that. Because they don’t. Plain and simply that.

Can you hate me for it? No…you can’t. Or is it that you won’t? Could you for one instant seek to lend pity to a creature such as me? I, a disgusting, vile, creature of darkness?

I lick away the blood from my palms out of habit more then for the taste of the doe’s blood. Strangely, I am not hungry now and feel nothing as the slightly coagulated slime slides down my throat; only a numb awareness of the sweet tinge. The doe had been with fawn.

To think of us in untrue ways is a disgrace. Can’t you see it? I want you to…but all the want in the world won’t save me. It won’t save anyone. And yet…did I ever say I wanted to be saved? I guess either way it doesn’t matter. They say that only a man can kill a monster…but what if man itself is a type of monster? Are we really so different from one another?

I want to end my story…and…I will; just not yet, because…

I’m not the one who finishes it.

Ah…you mortals…

Always one step behind.