The day had
been so hot. The gravity machine had been like an
oven; Vegeta was only able to tolerate training in there for an hour
before
he thought he was going pass out. He went outside and a hot
breeze
hit him in the face. He frowned, the intense heat reminded him of
Vejiitasei. But over the years he’d grown used to the coldness of
space and the ships he’d traveled on. They had been temperature
controlled,
but usually was set at 50 degrees (F). He sat in the shade
of a nearby tree, and had fallen asleep about 15 minutes later.
When he opened his eyes next it was night. The moon had risen
and the temperature had dropped considerably. He stretched,
yawning
loudly and suddenly a hand gripped his hair and a pair of fangs sank
into
his throat.
He gasped in agony and tried to throw the demon off
of him but by the
time his mind had registered what had happened, it was all ready too
late.
He felt his life slipping away through his fingers
and was powerless
to stop it! No! His
mind wailed, Not like this!
He gathered
all his remaining strength for one last struggle but it was
useless.
He lay on his back, the demon crouching over him. His normally
olive
complexion was a sickly gray; his breath was coming in slow, labored
gasps.
The hungry mouth pulled away from his neck and a
ghost white woman
sat up in his lap. Her hair was fine and black and hanging past
her
elbows. Her face was small and heart-shaped with a cherubic mouth
and pale blue eyes.
“Mmmm…” she sighed, licking her lips. “That
was lovely!”
She leaned forward and placed her hard, cold hands on either side of
his
face and turned his head so that he was facing her. “What are
you,
lovely? You are not a human, if I hadn’t drained you so quickly, you
could
have hurt me. You don’t taste human either. What are you?”
Malice leapt out of him like the heat from a furnace
and she frowned
as she felt his rage. Seeing that he either wouldn’t or couldn’t
tell her what she wanted to know she closed her eyes in concentration
and
delved into his mind. Vegeta’s mental barriers were torn down in
seconds and his rage doubled. It wasn’t bad enough that this
succubus
had drank his blood, but now she was raping his mind! He moaned
in
frustration. He couldn’t even talk to vocalize his protest.
Even the mere effort was weakening him further and his vision was
getting
blurry.
“I’ve never heard of a Saiyan before. But I
don’t know much about
space except basic biology and some astronomy, stuff like that. I
never even believed in aliens when I was alive.”
Vegeta was getting dizzy his eyes were rolling in
his head. The
pale figure noticed his state and smiled impishly. She bit into
her
wrist and let her demonic blood drip into his gaping mouth.
For several long moments she watched the blood fill his mouth, watched
for the muscles in his throat to work and swallow the blood that was
his
only salvation.
The blood poured down his throat and with it came
the sensation of
perfection. He had everything he wanted. The taste, smell,
and feel of the blood was better then anything he had thus far
experienced.
He sat up suddenly and pulled the demon to him, wrapping her in a grip
of iron. His lips locked on the wound at her wrist and he began
to
pull the blood out with savage abandon.
The female vampire winced in pain as her blood was
being drawn out.
But she had realized what she was about to do the moment she spotted
the
sleeping Saiyan.
“Stop.” She moaned as she felt herself grow weaker.
If Vegeta even heard her protest, he gave no
mind. She tried
to pull away but escape was impossible. Darkness was swirling
around
the edges of her vision and soon she could see nothing.
Vegeta opened
his eyes and gasped. He was lying on top of a shriveled
corpse! He leapt away and slammed into a tree, the trunk
shattered
on impact as he scrambled to get away. The corpse carried no
scent
other than the earth that surrounded it. It lay on its side, long
hair streaming out behind it, clothes hanging from the shrunken frame.
“Bastard.” He heard it hiss.
He gasped before he could stop himself. It lived!
Suddenly the memories of the past few moments came crashing over him
like
a wave. He gasped again, reeling with the knowledge that swam
through
his brain.
He was not the same being he’d been a moment ago, he
could feel it.
His senses were heightened again. He could hear a voice quite
close
crying out for blood. He shook his head and stared around him in
awe. He could see everything perfectly as if each object was
glowing
with its own inner light. He ripped his gloves off and lightly
touched
the leaves around him as if verifying its reality. His tail
writhed
behind him.
“My tail.” he murmured. After all this time it
had finally grown
back.
Again he heard the cry for blood and he heard a faint rustle.
He glanced at the shrunken being lying beside him and the cry was again
heard, louder than before, full of panic and desire. And then a
clear
statement hit him.
“Give me some blood Damnit! You sucked me dry! Just
a little, please!”
he snorted.
“Why should I? I only took back what you stole
from me.
I could kill you where you lay.” He hissed, his voice sounding strange
to his ears. He felt a wave of menace and he laughed. His
laughter
echoed through the valley growing louder and louder until it hurt his
ears.
His laughter abruptly died as the sound his own voice made seemed to
alarm him. “You can do nothing.
I could crush your bones and leave you here to die.”
But I know things
you don’t. Things you NEED to know. He snorted.
“What could you possibly tell me?”
Many
things. Things you MUST know or will die. Please a
few drops is all I ask, enough to give me the strength for the hunt.
The hunt. The phrase
rolled around in his mind and he suddenly
became obsessed with the idea. The chase, the kill, and finally
the
blood.
Mmm. He thought, licking his
lips. Suddenly his mouth filled
with blood. He swallowed it reflexively and opened his mouth
nothing
the insignificant pain on the tip of his tongue. He carefully
grazed
his teeth with his tongue again and discovered a pair of painfully
sharp
fangs.
He was used to having sharp canines, all Saiyans did, but these were
just the smallest bit longer and sharper. Perfect for piercing
flesh.
What could she possibly have to tell him that Must be known?
He pondered for a moment as she writhed below him.
What did he know of the creature he had apparently
become? Nothing!
He didn’t even know what he really was. He frowned, grudgingly
accepting
the fact that he did need her, at least for awhile. He mimicked
what
he’d seen her do earlier and bit into his wrist and held his hand above
her mouth.
After she swallowed the first mouthful she was able
to sit up, her
flesh was filling out. She sighed pleasurably as the blood flowed
into her, warm and delicious, like liquid fire.
Vegeta tore his wrist from her grasp before she
could take too much
and watched in fascination as her form filled out and her clothes
molded
to her flesh. She sat up with a toss of her long hair and was on
her feet in seconds.
“Now.” Vegeta began. “Tell me what I need to
know so I can be
done with you.” She frowned but complied.
“To put it bluntly, sunlight and fire has to power
to destroy you-“
“WHAT?” Vegeta bellowed. She nodded. “Why did you do this
to me? Will I still be able to transform during a full moon?”
“Transform?” she gasped. She dove at him and caught him totally
off-guard. They tumbled to the ground in a heap.
“Crazy onna! What are you doing?” he yelled. He felt her hands
cover his eyes.
“The moon!” she gasped. He tore out of her grasp and searched for the
moon, batting her hands away as she again tried to cover his eyes.
There it was! Behind those trees. Instantly he ran to where
he could get a good look at it.
“No!” the girl cried and took off after him.
But it didn’t matter.
Vegeta stared at the full moon with a look of confusion plastered on
his face. Nothing was happening! Why? His hands clenched
into
fists, he screamed in anger.
In less then a second he was in her face, his hands clutched her throat
and squeezed painfully.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!” he roared in her
face. He felt her
foot slam into his shin and for a moment he marveled at the feel of
it.
It seemed a little like pain, but not really.
‘Fool, let me GO!’
He heard a voice shriek in his mind. Now that
hurt. He fell back with a gasp, his hands coming up to
clutch
his throbbing skull.
“Now listen to me.” She said aloud. “You
WILL listen to what
I have to say, or you will die. And after that stunt I should let
you!” She huffed, her arms crossed. “You have to feed on
the
blood of humans to live. Sunlight and fire WILL destroy
you.
You must find someplace to sleep each day where sunlight cannot touch
you.
Even if you have to bury yourself in the earth. Do you
understand?”
Vegeta did but at the same time he felt flooded with a wave of emotions
so strong he could hardly control it. He felt tears pouring down
his smooth, white flesh. He put a hand to his cheek in wonder and
saw blood+ on his hand.
To be continued….