Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sort of by request. *glomps Mona-chan* Alternative Universe. I really need to stop reading vampire books. *sigh* Told from Shigure's (yes, the inu's) POV.

How the hell did I get myself into this mess?

Well all right. That's relatively simple.

It was a dark and stormy night -- and people say I can't write, HA! -- and I was going about my usual business. My usual business being slaying vampires. I've hunted the bloodsuckers for years. My tracking skills are impeccable. My friends and colleagues tell me I have the nose of bloodhound. I know I could be doing other work, other jobs, but I'm on a mission of personal importance.

The one I was tracking...this vampire was special.

Not special in the sense that she has extraordinary powers. All vampires can do neat little tricks, like move through shadows and turn into smoke. No, there was nothing extraordinary about the vampire I was seeking.

She was special to me...well, because she was once my wife.

In life Rin was an exquisite creature. Her beauty was something to behold, dark and seemingly unshakable. She was a lady of class, of privilege. Of course she never acted very lady-like and I think that (and her attractiveness) are what drew me to her. Our relationship was rocky at first, especially since she refused to even allow em to buy her a drink.

I'm not sure what made her come around (although I'm pretty sure it was the sex). I come from a long line of Vampire Hunters. Sohmas have always been known for their cunning and ruthlessness towards the undead...not to mention their weakness for pretty woman. Being a vampire hunter was an honest profession, but not a well paid one sometimes. Most times, actually. So I know, whatever her reasons for agreeing to marrying an idiot such as myself, it certainly wasn't for the money.

We'd only been married a year. She was five months pregnant to the day. That's when the unthinkable happened.

I'd been tracking a small band of vamps through the hills of northern Japan. It was a big paying job and it had taken me months to track the bastards. I had them cornered, all five of them, when I realized that...there was one missing. I did them in quick, then ran back home.

When I returned, the house was quiet, dark and still. Nothing looked out of place, nothing had been disturbed. Carefully I made my way upstairs. There were only two rooms, and when I was certain there was nothing in the bathroom, I headed for the bedroom. I stopped dead when I heard a moan coming from the room.

My wife's moan.

And she was in pain.

It's not good to fight a vampire if he bites you. The pain is ten times worse and you're guaranteed not to survive. Even if you did, you'll wish you hadn't.

I throw open the door and threw a stake towards the bed. I hit the bloodsucking bastard right in the middle of his back. He screamed in pain, releasing Rin. As she fell to the bed, I noticed the spill of blood on the neckline of her nightgown. Her eyes were closed, a pained look staining her features. One hand clutched at her stomach while the other fell lifeless beside her on the bed.

The vampire didn't stand a chance. He even begged for his life. I took it with ease, watching his form burn to ash in the morning sunlight.

And when the sun rose over the horizon, the vampire's ashes blowing away in the morning breeze, my wife died.

She was beautiful the day we buried her. All dressed in dark finery appropriate for the occasion. I think she turned heads, even in death. I cried for the second time in my life that day. And again when I was left alone to mourn the loss of my wife, clutching to the tombstone of our unborn son.

Three days later, her grave was desecrated and empty.

She'd been reborn.

In the afterlife, she is even more beautiful, more radiant, more exquisite. She moves with lithe grace. Her eyes are even more stunning in their yellow-ish hue. Her touch, although cold, is even more gentle, more foreboding.

And more deadly.

Our first encounter was not a pleasant one. She blamed me. Hell, I blamed me. It was careless of me to leave her alone. I knew they'd try to attack her, but my pride had been misplaced and she -- and our unborn son -- had paid the price. I took one hell of a beating that night, but I was determined to put her to rest. Only when I looked her in teh eye did I realize one thing.

I couldn't kill her.

Shit!

I tracked her down seven months later, still determined to put her soul at peace. But she evaded me then. And every time after.

Until now.

Three year. That's how long it's taken me to finally catch up with her again. Her skills are growing, her powers vast, but I'm still determined. Whether or not I can kill her is still up in the air, but I'll deal with that when I get to it.

I walked into that club tonight thinking that nothing could stop me. And nothing could really. She was right where I knew she'd be. And she spotted me quickly. But unlike all the other times she didn't run. Instead she smiled and offered me a drink.

Which was drugged.

I passed out and awoke in a strange, dark room.

And that, boy and girls, brings me to the present.

I have to ponder what she has in store for me. I'm not being held prisoner in a cage or dungeon. I have very few bruises and markings to show for struggling and my accommodations are...rather intriguing. There's little in the way of furnishings. But if I had to assume anything, I would say that this place is her bedroom.

I am chained by my wrists and ankles to a bed after all.

Normally I would be extremely pleased.

Perhaps before the night is over I will be.

That thought echoes in my head as a sarcastic remark, but the implications are not unpleasant. I have to admit that I have been without for a long time. Almost three years. Christ. This she-devil has been my focus for three years now. I suddenly feel very old. Very tired. Very much alone. And I'm not even thirty, go figure.

Ah, but I'm not alone.

The door opens. I would not know it if I did not feel the light breeze that wafts inward from the hallway. There are no windows, no other sources. The smell of rose oil drifts with the airs. The distinct scent of flowers and...rabbit. Rabbit blood. My nose wrinkles at the realization but I suppose that is a good thing. If she's fed, then she won't feed on me.

Or maybe it was just a snack and I'm the main course.

"Rin."

"Shigure."

Her voice is soft. As gentle, yet commanding, as I remember it. A candle flickers in her grasp. Her features come into view as the light lifts. I can make out the curve of her chin, the hollow of her cheeks, the darkness of her eyes. Then the light fades as she set the candle on a table in the corner.

She smiles at me, revealing little teeth and no fangs. "It's good to see you again."

"I wish I could say the same." With a chuckle, I add, "I can't see in the dark."

"Ah," she replies with another smile. With a snap of her fingers, several more candles illuminate the room. I can see much more now. Like the graceful flow of her ebony hair down her back. The tiny glint of amusement in her eyes.

The large drops of blood on her dress.

I probably wouldn't have noticed had my eyes not looked up from her slim waist, over bountiful breasts, then at her face. I was somewhat disoriented by the sudden light in the room. Yeah, that was it.

By the gods, she is still beautiful.

She walks over to the bed, her hips swinging all too tantalizingly. I remember the way they used to sway, whenever she wanted my attention or the attention of others. They used to sway just so when we'd make love, too. Gods, but that was an experience like no other.

And I have to curse myself for wanting again. Right now.

Sitting gracefully along the edge of the bed she asks, "Are you hungry, Shigure? I can have food brought in for you."

I shook my head, unable to answer her directly. Maybe it wasn't the light in the room that had me going buggy all of a sudden. Her eyes, still dark and absolutely stunning, were also glowing. And ethereal glow that marked her as one of them. As one of the undead. Was she using some kind of mind trick on me? Damn. I thought I had better defenses than this!

"You seem rather tense, love," she says, one hand lightly caressing over my upper arms. "Relax. I won't bite."

"I bet you say that to all the human males," I reply before I can bite it back. I expect a retort, or a slap, but all I get is a chuckle.

"Actually no, I don't," she answers calmly, her gentle caress becoming a light massage. I can feel my shoulder relax and I curse myself -- and my body -- for turning traitor.

"Then why am I here?"

"I wanted to see you."

"See me?"

"It's only been three years," she says with a small sigh. "A drop in the hat to most vampires, I suppose. But I'm lonely, Shigure. I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss spending time with you."

"You're dead," I remind her.

"I am dead," she says nodding. "But I am still here. That is my curse."

I can't help but frown at the sad look on her face. "I'm sorry." The emotion behind those words are as genuine as the words themselves. I am sorry she's vampire. I want her soul to be at peace. I want her to be with our son, where she should be.

"I know," is all she says in reply. "But, in essence, you've curse yourself as well."

I blink. "How's that?"

"I am cursed to walk this earth and prey upon human blood." She leans over, her other hand joining its brother as she begins a light massage from my shoulders to my elbows. "You, my dear Shigure, are cursed with the task of trying to kill me."

"I will set you free, Rin."

She smiles again, a sad smile. She's leaning over me, her covered breasts grazing my exposed chest. Our noses touch briefly as she replies, "I hope you will."

I tense momentarily, trying to will myself to keep relaxed. It doesn't work. Our lips meet in a light kiss and my breath is gone. It's not passionate, but soft, caressing, gentle. All the things our kisses used to NOT be. With a groan I try to deepen the kiss, to jump start it, but she remains in control, her tongue lightly dueling and teasing mine into submission.

I want to pull away, to stop this, but I can't. Not only because my hands and feet are bound to the bed, but because I just don't want to. My body is on fire, my skin aching and burning for her touch. For the touch it remembers all too well.

The kiss breaks and I find myself the willing supplicant to all her demands. My muscles jump as she moves her hands over my shoulders and chest. One fingernail grazes a nipple while another finger gently encircles the other. I feel a light pinch on my right nipple and I gasp, my body tensing again, before relaxing under her soft touch.

I let out a shaky sigh as her finger sweep over my ribs and stomach. Her touch is feather light, almost non-existent, but I know it's there. I growl as her fingers reach the waistband of my pants, and moan when her lips begin to follow the trail her fingers had already taken.

I want to return all the favors she's doing for me. I want to wind my fingers in her silky hair. I want to hold her close, kiss her as passionately as I once did. I'm surprised when she ignores my neck, hoping for and dreading the potential danger there. I'm equally surprised as she licks the indent of bellybutton, her fingers trying to make quick work of my pants.

Perhaps she really missed me after all.

I hear the snap of my belt as she pulls it slowly from the loops and tosses it aside. I don't hear the button of my jeans coming undone, but I know it's gone when I hear the zipper being pulled down. Cool air surrounds my aching cock, both soothing and torturing the hardened member. I gasp at the sensation and whimper as her delicate fingers grasp me tightly. She begins to stroke me, albeit not so gently, but it still feels oh so good.

"You are just as I remember you," she whispers, and I don't know if she's talking to me or my penis.

My shackles are undone, seemingly without my knowledge, and Rin helps to lift my arms and lower them to the bed. She does the same to my feet, stripping me of my pants in the process. No underwear whatsoever.

I find underwear to be a serious hindrance in my job.

As she crawls up over my body, my arms outstretched and waiting for her, I say in a hoarse voice, "I think you're wearing far too much clothing, love."

Sitting on my thighs, she gathers the cloth of her skirt in her hands and begins to lift it over her head. My hands knead the top of her thighs as I continue to watch her undress. Her dress aside, she fumbles with the catch of her bra behind her before it finally comes undone, the fabric lowering to reveal delicious mounds of perfect white flesh and rosy peaks. My gaze sweeps over her and lower, waiting for one last piece of clothing to come off. My eyes widen and my cock twitches when I realize she's not wearing any underwear either.

Is that normal for a vampire?

When she leans down to kiss me again, it is everything it once was. Hot, passionate and full of want. Need. Lust. My hands wind through her ebony tresses, clutching at her head and wanting to keep her there. Meanwhile her lower body moves higher on mine, our centers meeting almost perfectly.

I feel her heat over me, teasing the head of my cock and making me quiver with anticipation and need. I try to push my hips upward but she won't allow me to make a connection. I look up at her, whimpering miserably.

"You still whine like a dog," she comments with a laugh.

"And you still talk to much." That said, I thrust my hips upward into her, sinking my engorged length into her hot sheath.

Rin gasps as I make entry, a hoarse cry escaping her throat as I begin to thrust. I do not take my time, nor am I gentle. She can take a beating. I've seen it. And right now there's only one thing I want to beat her with. Beat her senseless, mindless. Make her scream my name and whisper curses as she comes.

She's just as tight as I remember, her muscles still clenching tightly to my swollen cock. Our bodies move as if we've been doing this for years, with a familiarity only common to long time lovers. The friction courses through my body, sending tingly shivers of delight through my veins. I pick up the pace, wrapping my arms around her tightly. Planting my feet on the mattress I lift my hips upward, pushing myself in to the hilt over and over and brushing that one sensitive spot inside her that I know drives her wild.

Her lips, once idle, are now kissing and suckling at my neck. They quickly move upward to my jaw and back towards my ear. She whispers something I haven't heard her say in three years. Something that she rarely said to me before she died.

"I love you."

And just when I feel her pulse around me, just when I feel my own orgasm reeling towards me, I feel a stinging bite at my neck. She bit me. The damn bitch bit me! But it matters little as all thought begins to fade. My orgasm washes over both of us and I settle back into a sweet darkness.

~END PART ONE - TO BE CONTINUED~