Crimson

Crimson

Notes: Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed, I hope that this chapter will be just as intriguing as the first.

Chapter Two:
Silver Bullets

Standing right outside the front door to the ‘Dollhouse’ Usagi could already feel the dark back beat and rhythm coming from the club. A den of lions disguised as a pleasure club for human beings. Taking in a steadying breath Usagi moved to push the door open, gun carefully concealed underneath her skirt, tucked against her inner thigh by a leather garter strap. Baby blue eyes blinked, slowly adjusting to the dimly lit room which was contrasted by the pulsating lights and flashing strobes that shone from the ceiling down on the mass of moving and grinding humanity.

As she weaved her way through the dancers Usagi couldn’t help but scowl. These humans were no better than their ‘masters’, greedy, insatiable, beasts looking out for only themselves and what pleasures they could latch on to. Unlike your average human; who either had no idea of the night crawlers or knew and strongly despised the race…these humans…relished in the decadence and sin that came with being pets and walking food sources to the vampires.

Just by looking at some Usagi could tell that some were already walking…or rather dancing off the drunk like haze that came from a feeding while others were already suffering from withdrawal and it was barely midnight.

And depending on how long one was a ‘pet’ of a vampire, the high could last as long as days, hours, or a few short minutes. Those that couldn’t go without a ‘fix’ within in minutes of their first…where before off dead since they were obviously worthless to the vampire and would die anyway if tossed back into normal human society, only instead of a quick shot to the head or heart they would suffer in starving agony until their bodies finally gave out.
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As Usagi walked through the club, drawing dangerously close to the ‘back rooms’ she glanced about, her small hands shaking out of nerves. Experienced as a hunter Usagi knew that the closer she crossed over into their territory the higher the stakes and stricter the security.

Ducking into a ladies bathroom Usagi dug through her small pack slung around her wait like a purse looking to make a proper disguise. Glancing at her reflection in the dirty mirror Usagi cringed. It was going to be difficult to have anyone buy her story that she was a ‘pet’. Her skin was too smooth and young looking, more childlike than a woman, her eyes too bright and clear, her face and body flushed with lively color…hence the heavy makeup needed for her disguise.

As she rummaged through the contents of her pack Usagi stiffened when the door suddenly opened, two women dressed in trendy ‘club’ clothing stumbled in, rather one stumbled and the other was weakly supported by her friend.

Gulping Usagi could see that the later was suffering from severe withdraw.

“Yukino, don’t pass out now, please!” her friend franticly pleaded, forcing the girl to follow her to the sink.

Stepping back and away Usagi just barely missed being hit with putrid reddish vomit as ‘Yukino’ cough and spewed. As soon as the blood hit the vanity surface it sizzled and took on a black tint, the color and density of molten tar as it fell to the floor in sickening plops.

Crying over her friend the young woman tried her best to get Yukino to take water in hopes of clearing her throat of the bloody bile.

“Just hold off a bit longer Yukino. I am sure that master will call for us soon, he’ll make you all better I promise,” the nameless woman said between sobs, watching helplessly as Yukino’s body began to stiffen and twitch.
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Choking back on the bitter taste that had arose in her mouth Usagi calmly reached for the silver gun. It was stupid to risk a ‘pet’ seeing that she was armed…but all the same she didn’t have the heart to just stand there and watch the other girl suffer.

The click of the gun drew the nameless pet’s attention; but instead of lunging at Usagi the girl stared at the hunter, brown eyes wide as she protectively clung to her retching companion.

“Please…don’t kill us. Our master…” she began to plead.

Cocking the gun back Usagi stared at the two, there was no disgust or contempt in her gaze, but a sad sense of compassion as she spoke clearly with knowledge and authority.

“Your master hasn't fed off of you two for several weeks now…am I correct?” Usagi asked, not lowering her gun, but not moving to pull the trigger either.

Slowly and reluctantly the other girl nodded, “…H-hai, master has a new pet…but he promised us that tonight he was going to fed off of us…but when we went to the back room he turned us away.”

‘Bastard.’ Usagi snarled to herself, aloud she tried to sound sympathetic to their plight, “He’s not going to feed of you or your friend anymore…you know this don’t you?”

Again an anguished pause before the girl nodded before she spoke, her voice thick with unshed tears, “…does it hurt…to die by your gun?”

“…No. It won’t hurt a bit,” Usagi promised, raising her gun to aim at Yukino’s head.

With a look of grim resolution Usagi spoke once more, “I am liberating you both from pain…but if you want to hold out hope for your master then run now.”

For a moment the girl’s eyes darted to the exit…but then they stared back at Usagi, boldly staring down the gun barrel.

“Do it,” she said softly.

Gritting her teeth Usagi squeezed the trigger. A single shot and Yukino slumped to the floor, her head wound bleeding into the pool of sick. A second squeeze and the second ‘pet’ fell over her friend’s dead body. Both stilled, lifeless…but finally freed from their ‘illnesses.

Rising to her feet Usagi leaned over the second ‘pet’, kissing the fingers of her right hand before pressing them gently against her already cooling lips.

“May you be forgiven…and rest in peace.” Usagi said softly before arising to leave. A single drop of salt water coursing down her cheek as she boldly walked out.

Damn the disguise, damn any plans she had made. She had end the life of two girls who were about her age, maybe even younger than herself, all because some greedy bastard of a blood sucker had grown tired of them.

Her right hand twisted into a fist, crinkling the leather glove she used to protect a delicate palm from the gun handle.

Karma was a bitch, fate was a bitch…and so was she…when it came to payback.
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‘Nothing tastes sweeter than fresh blood,’ Mamoru mused darkly as his mouth latched on to a fresh flesh wound marring otherwise pale and flawless skin. His tongue effortlessly lapped up the salty, tangy, copper tasting liquid of life as it dribbled from the young woman’s neck, following the trail over her chest, pausing to the hallow of bared bountiful breasts.

Above him the red-headed woman moaned loudly, licking her equally ruby lips, hands moving to press her master closer to a bared bosom.

Heeding her pleas large masculine hands cupped a breast, fingers lightly skimming over the aroused dusty pink nipple just before his lips pulled apart enough to capture the bud. A tease with the teeth, a swirl of his tongue and his pet was sliding from her chair, long legs secured around his waist, her over eager hands already fumbling for the button and zipper to his pants.

Pulling back from her breast with a smug smirk dark eyes darted up to capture emerald green, “Why so anxious Beryl? We have all night you know,” he murmured before nuzzling the unmarked side of his pet’s smooth and pale neck.

Whimpering in need the red-headed woman roughly grasped his hand, driving it towards her unclothed and wet womanhood.

“Mamo-kun,” she moaned throatily, her red lips leaning in to lightly bite on his earlobe before whispering huskily, “I need you…now.”

Testing that claim Mamoru parted her neither lip, his fingers coming into contact with her wet and heated sex. Pulling his hand away Mamoru took one finger drenched in her honey, suckling it off the tip before offering the same finger to his pet, who nibble and suckled the digit in outright need.

Even though Mamoru chuckled, amused by her action, there was no denying that he was more than ready to take her, his member twitching with each hard suck Beryl gave to his fingers or each restless motion she made underneath him.

Pulling her down from the chair he dragged her on to the bed with a heated clash of lips and a skilled roaming of hands across supple and heated flesh.

Soon Beryl was lying on her back, wild ringlets of red hair sprawled out around her head, like a halo of flames, her legs spread open wide and welcoming, a look of hunger and longing in her eyes as Mamoru quickly undid and kicked his pants away.

Their lips sealed in another kiss, followed by light nibbles coupled with the errant pleading moans of the woman underneath him as she restlessly bucked her hips, trying to take him inside.

“Patience… patience…” Mamoru muttered in between kisses.

“Fuck patience!” Beryl growled, she was aroused to the point of burning and becoming increasingly frustrated by his little game.

Smirking once more Mamoru moved to take her… but stopped when the resounding echo of gunshot and screams coming from the main room reached his ears.

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‘Man the security here sucks!’ Usagi thought to herself with a grin after walking into the first chamber. Gun drawn out she went undetected what with the vampires and their pets too engrossed with their blood letting and orgies; but once the first round of shots rang out then it was pandemonium.

The mortal pets were scrambling to a safe place; but if anything the vampires were even more cowardly; because while silver bullets didn’t hurt, rather painlessly killed mortal beings…to a vampire being hit by such a customized and blessed instrument would burn them from the inside out…and then kill them. Oh but not without the screams of pain, the boiling agony and the pleas for a swift death while their bodies withered in pain.

Cornering one such cowardly leech Usagi wasted no qualms of firing at least three into the young vampire’s thick skull, black-tar blood spatter against the wall, but he would live long enough for his screams to reach down into hell.

As she loaded another round Usagi didn’t notice the door behind her had opened, until a cloak of black and two strong arms grasped her, one over her mouth and the other wrenching her free of her gun and tossing it aside.

With a strangled cry Usagi whipped her head around…catching her first…and possibly her last…glance at the infamous vampire. Mamoru.

Notes: Whew, chapter two is over and done with. I am sorry but I suck at fight scenes so you’ll have to picture the chaos for yourself. I hope that you the reader have enjoyed this little fiction tidbit. Bye-bye for now.