Bubblegum Crisis Fan Fiction ❯ Unfulfilled Knights - The Road of Freedom ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Unfulfilled Knights - The Road of Freedom

The name Bubblegum Crisis and characters here within are copyright of
Artmic & Youmex and are used without permission.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is a lemon and is explicit in nature so please only read it
if you are of a suitable age. The story itself is set sometime during
the events of "Moonlight Rambler" (Vol. 5 - 2032) and is a "what if?"
tale involving Priss and Sylvie. The writing style does jump around a
bit from first to third person but I hope that this is not to
distracting.

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Location: Tokyo, Japan (alt)
Time: AD 2032, 7th June, 23:34

I pulled back slightly in surprise, confused at what she had just
asked of me. The confusion I felt must have shown on my face because
her moist puppy like brown eyes widened and a hurt look crossed her
passion flushed skin. Silently, I cursed my own stupidity. I had not
meant to hurt her - not her. I opened my mouth to speak, to apologise
for the words I had not said but I did not get the chance. Her eyes
flashed angrily and a look of gritty determination crossed her face as
she suddenly pushed her head forward and pressed her lips firmly
against mine.

For a moment I was too surprised to do anything else but stiffen
in her embrace. She reacted to this by pulling me closer and pressing
herself harder against my body. Unnerving sensations surged through me
as her soft wet lips forced themselves against mine and I could smell
the faint taint of alcohol on her warm breath as she ravished my lips.
My confusion at her actions grew as I sensed something of the deep
building need slowly forming within her. Her long years of hurt and
suffering were boiling just beneath the surface of her eyes and I
instinctively knew that in me she saw something of herself. A
something that called to her, something that offered her a way to
share at last the poison that had been slowly eating at her heart. Her
life on the streets, the sights she had been forced to endure - they
all came with a price, and now that poison had to be purged before it
killed everything that she truly was.

Her shaking hands caressed my face and slowly she pulled back. Her
wide brown eyes stared down into mine and I could see that she was
trembling as if from the cold. Her face was flushed a deep red but
whether from drink or desire I could not tell. All I knew was that
this modern day amazon holding so tightly onto my hands was completely
vulnerable before me. All it would take from me was a word, a word
that would either condemn her or save her. I could see that naked
truth reflected in the unspoken need and conflict that glimmered in
the depths of her uncertain eyes.

My heart cried to see her in such a state and reaching out I
gently wiped the tears away from her anxious face. She looked so lost,
so completely different from the person I had first met only a few
days before. This was the true person behind the mask, the person that
no one, not even her friends had ever seen so clearly and now she was
showing that face to me. I saw the hurt that the long years of loss
and betrayal had inflicted on her. I saw the yearning that she had to
be free, to share those heavy burdens with a kindred spirit and be an
innocent once more. It was a yearning I knew well. The desire to be
free, to be safe, to be home...

To be loved.

Her eyes must have seen the answer to her question reflected in my
face because her lips crept into a shy smile and her eyes blossomed. I
smiled back, caught up in the simple childlike joy that now seemed to
radiate from her. My confusion was gone, for this warrior needed to be
healed. She needed to share the simple warmth of her love with someone
who would not just take of that precious gift but with someone with
whom she could actually share it. In short, this warrior needed me -
sharing such love was what I had been "born" to do.

I slowly stood up and taking her hand in mine I pulled her gently
towards the bedroom. For a brief moment she hesitated, uncertain as if
she were some innocent virgin just about to take her first true step
into adulthood. Her sudden hesitancy confused me and I wondered if for
some reason she had changed her mind. I looked up at her and saw an
expression on her face that I could not decipher. I bit my lips and
waited for her to decide. This was something she had to want. It was
neither my place nor my function to force her into any action that she
did not truly desire. However, the moment passed and she smiled. The
sweet look she gave me almost made me want to weep with joy as
giggling like some little girl she pulled me into the darkened room.

She led me over to the bed but instead of pushing me down on to it
she simply stood there, watching me, with that same happy expression
on her face as she held my hands clasped tightly in hers. I did not
really know how to react to that so I just smiled, simply glad that
she was happy. She tilted her head ever so slightly and then slowly,
oh so slowly, she bought her lips down to mine. I felt her tongue
press itself against my mouth demanding entrance and meekly I obliged
wrapping my arms around her neck as we eagerly explored the insides of
each other's mouths.

She pulled me tighter against her and dragged her hands through my
unwashed shoulder length hair. I gasped at the thrill of sensation as
her hands groped demandingly at my buttocks and her arms began to
support my weight as the urgent nature of her awakening desire pushed
me off balance. I could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing
through her clothes as her hands dug into my back. We stayed like that
for what seemed an eternity locked in the grip of each other's arms
until finally she pulled back and once more looked at me with her now
slightly wild eyes.

"Come," she commanded as she pressed me down onto the soft unmade
bed. I did not resist her order but simply lay back as she had
demanded of me. I knew from experience that some people needed to feel
that they were the seducers not the seducee - she was one such person.
Her character had been moulded by the lifestyle she had been forced to
live and it showed in everything that she was - in the very untapped
fury and passion that lay at the core of her being.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered huskily as she knelt down at
the side of the bed and simply watched me. I blushed faintly at the
hungry look on her face but said nothing in reply. I just stared up at
her and my body trembled with anticipation as she kept me waiting.
Finally, she stood up and sat down on the bed beside me. For a moment
her hands playfully caressed my cheek and I hissed in pleasure at the
sensation as she traced delightful little circles with her worn nails.
Her fingers teasingly slid down my neck until they hit the fabric of
my woollen top. Briefly, her fingers played at the interface between
fabric and flesh before she moved back to exploring my face. I
trembled slightly with the need that was fast building within me but I
did nothing to hurry her. This was her night - she had to seduce me in
her own characteristic way.

"So beautiful..." she said again as she pulled my arms back from
my body and onto the pillow just above my head. She pursed her lips
and then her hands moved down to the pair of body hugging jeans that I
had worn tonight. She took a grip on my black top and with a violent
movement jerked it free of the jeans. She licked her lips slightly as
she slowly pulled the woollen fabric up to my chest exposing my pale
stomach to her delighted gaze.

"Ohhh..." she sighed as she ran her hand over my goose bumped
skin. I clenched my teeth slightly at the rush of feeling as her
finger softly glided back and forth like a feather over my belly
button.

"Ahhh...." I hissed as she leaned down and ran her hot wet tongue
sensuously over my exposed stomach. "Sooo... gooood..." I moaned as
she probed and licked teasingly at my flesh as she slowly pulled the
top up and over my head. "Yes..."

She cast the top disdainfully aside and took a moment to stare at
my now half naked body. Her earthy brown eyes widened and a sparkle
glimmered in their depths. I briefly wondered what she was thinking as
she stared down at me so intensely. Did I excite her? My body had been
created to please but beauty was in the eye of the beholder and... All
coherent thought suddenly vanished as she leaned down and enveloped
the erect nipple of my right breast in her warm wet mouth.

"Ahhh..." I moaned out loud tossing my head from side to side as
she gleefully sucked and nipped at the oversensitive blood gorged nub
of flesh. I was lost in delirious sensation as her mouth turned me
into a quivering mass of wants and needs. "No..." I hissed as her
mouth took me higher and higher...

I... I...

Her mouth suddenly released my aching nipple from its sweet
torture and her fingers went to work on my flesh with wild abandon.

Oh... I... Christ... My body was quivering with the primeval need
for release as it prepared itself to reward me and my partner for the
function for which I had been created.

"AHHH!!!"

A sweet cloying musky scent suddenly filled the air as I bucked
with the pent up eruption of my first release. "YESS!!!" I yelled in
abandonment as I soaked myself with the warmth of my own juices. Oh
Gods! It felt SO GOOD!! SO FUCKING GOOOD!!

When I finally came back from that place of sensation where her
mouth had sent me I slowly opened my eyes to see her staring
bewilderedly down at me. With a sinking feeling I knew what that look
meant. She had never expected me to orgasm so quickly. Her eyes looked
lost, almost as if she were unsure how to continue. That hurt look
killed the warm feeling that the aftermath of the _rush_ had bought me
and I instantly regretted not having blocked my own body's "natural"
responses. In the heat of my passion I had forgotten that she was not
used to my kind. In someway I had robbed her of the delight that she
was taking from the act of seducing me.

I thought quickly and taking her hand in mine I moved it down to
rest on the fastener that still held my jeans in place. I let her feel
my damp wetness and then looked up at her oh so beautiful face as I
whispered just one word - "please."

The young woman flushed and I rubbed her hand against the wet
fabric that covered me. Her eyes widened slightly and her breathing
quickened as she pulled back her hand and simply stared at me waiting.

"Please," I repeated in a begging voice as I ran my hand over my
damp crotch and wiped my musky wetness on her lips.

The woman responded by sticking out her tongue and suckling at my
fingertips. My eyes closed in pleasure as her warm agile mouth closed
around my damp hand and with a delicate precision she licked all my
musky perfume off it.

"Yummy," she said as she smacked her lips and gave me an odd
stare. "Baby needs more, my pretty little one." Her eyes flashed as
that slightly wild look returned to her face and once more she
attacked my stiffened nipples.

"Oh... Gods...." I cursed as I felt myself sinking into that
darkness again. Oh God! It was so good! Her mouth... biting.... Oh
fuck! Her tongue... Perverted magic! Good... I... Oh shi...shit... so
fucking good.... Oh.... SHIT!!

A second frenzied cry escaped my lips as I convulsed in yet
another hot wet explosion under the torture of her perverted little
tongue. Oh Gods... SO GOOD... I bucked as my hands clutched
desperately at her still clothed back. She was SO GOOD!! SO FUCKEN
GOOD!!

"Naughty, naughty," she commented as she looked down at my
sweating passion flushed body. "You've gotten your nice clean clothes
all wet..." She smiled as her own need was now building to match my
own. "I'm going to have to clean you all up now..." And that was when
the true torture began. She giggled with anticipation as she straddled
me and slowly began to play with the crotch of my jeans.

"Nonono..." I moaned trying to shake her off as her fingers poked
and prodded, teasing me with an almost sadistic joy. My own mind was
lost so much in a sea of hot desires and needs that I did not even
notice as she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to reveal my
soiled panties.

"Oh..." I just about heard her gasp in awe. "You are a Goddess...
A fucken Goddess..."

"Pri.... YAAA!!" I cried out in mindless pleasure as her mouth
_finally_ descended on the place that SO needed her _personal_
attention. Slowly, almost as if she were trying to drive me mad with
anticipation she ran her tongue down over my soiled pants and inner
thigh.

"NOOO!! SHII!!" I exclaimed as her tongue pushed hard against the
flimsy cotton barrier that kept her from my inner most sanctum. OH
FUCK!!! I thrashed under the merciless torture of her agile fingers
and tried desperately to push her away as her mouth began to suck
forcefully at the precious juices I was now mindlessly expelling. Her
response to my vain struggles was to viscously pinch my nipple and
suck harder at the juices that my now powerless body was rushing to
release all over her.

I was so completely lost in the hot sensations that were exploding
through me that I did not even notice as she took off my now
thoroughly soaked cotton knickers and stood up. The absence of her
warm presence next to me caused me to shiver and gradually I came back
from the land of dark bliss where her foreplay had sent me.

"What..." I shivered again as I opened my eyes to see why the
source of forbidden pleasure had gone from my body. It took a brief
moment for me to adjust to the darken state of the room but when I had
I was struck dumb as I stared goggled eyed at the nymph slowly
undressing some distance away from the bed. She was _beautiful_...

Her body was a wonderful mixture of golden sun browned skin and
untouched white flesh. As she carefully removed her undergarments I
saw the wear and tear that her many years on the streets had wrought
on her. However, to me the scars and gracefully muscled form that bore
them were perfect. This young woman was a survivor, someone who had
lived life for everything that it had to offer her and that only
served to excite me all the more. I had known from the very first
moment I had met her that she was "Freya". And how I was right...

Oh how I was right...

Captivated by her beauty I unthinkingly sat up so that I could get
a better look at the dusky perfection that was slowly being revealed
before my eyes. My sudden movement caused her to stop and with an
automatic shy gasp her hands flew up to cover her naked flesh.

"Don't... Please..." I called out in a soft voice as I reached out
towards her.

She blushed as she realised how foolish her reaction to my
movement had been and her mouth twitched in a self-mocking smile. The
cute expression on her face made me quiver with the burning need that
she had lit in my body. The programmed protocols that she had
initiated within me by her actions were now _demanding_ that I satisfy
the burning fire raging within my body. I NEEDED her. This WAS who I
had been CREATED to be.

I hesitantly reached towards her. Despite her passion I knew that
if I rushed things too fast she might still possibly reject me. The
alcohol that had helped overcome her usual inhibitions could only go
so far. I could not force my NEED onto her - that was something I
would never do.

"Let me see..." I whispered as I reached out to her and slowly
pulled her arms away from her body. I marvelled at the way the blush
spread furiously across her face and compared that to how she had been
when trying to seduce me only a few minutes before. How capricious
human emotions can be I marvelled as I raised my hand and lightly
caressed her reddening face. She gasped slightly at my soft touch and
then she sighed and closed her eyes. My heart started to beat faster
as I looked up at her standing there waiting for me to do as I wished.
I stepped closer and let my eyes and my hands wander over her
deliciously naked form. She was perfect... So completely perfect...

She gasped as my hands pressed against her breasts and a faint
moan escaped from her lips as she started to respond to the assault of
my mouth on her hardening nipples. My eyes were closed in bliss as I
pressed myself against her warmth and suckled like a baby on the erect
points of quivering flesh in my mouth. I used my tongue to taste them,
to explore every little bump and ridge of the excited flesh. I was so
lost in the sensation that I did not even hear her as she moaned out
in ecstasy or feel her hands as they wrapped themselves around my hair
and pulled me hard into her chest.

I swirled my tongue teasingly around first one nipple and then the
next getting more and more excited as I did so. Those delicious nubs
now seemed to be so hard that I almost wondered if it was painful for
her but I could not let go of them now - they were just so... yummy...

"FUCK!" the sound of her voice suddenly exclaimed in primeval
pleasure as my teeth accidentally nipped her nub. Her back arched and
she reflectively pulled my head hard against her. My mouth was
suddenly flooded by a release of rich, warm, sweet and alien fluid. I
was so startled that I automatically swallowed it without thinking. A
warm sensation filled me as the liquid made its way slowly down my
throat and the faint creamy bitter aftertaste that was left in my
mouth was unlike anything I had previously tasted. It was not blood
but...

"Ahhh..."

I was suddenly pushed back as the young woman half pulled and half
dragged me over to the bed standing a few feet away. The release of
the fluid seemed to have fully re-ignited the need within her and now
she was reassuming the role that she had taken when she had first
pleasured me. I was thrown almost violently down onto the bed and a
heavy weight came down hard on my legs forcing them apart. A moment
later...

"AHH!! NOO!!"

I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as something hot and
warm suddenly enveloped my most holy inner sanctum and... NIBBLED IT!!

"NOO! FUCK!!" I howled as waves of sensation literally exploded
throughout my body. My legs locked convulsively around her head as I
_writhed_ under her, forcing her even harder against me. She responded
to that by...

"FUCK!! FUCK!!! NO!! STOP!" I had never, ever, been a "howler"
but... OH MY GOD!! I was BOILING HERE!! She was... SHE WAS... FUCKING
HELL!!!

"YAHHH!!!" The explosion of orgasmic energy carried me like a ship
caught in a typhoon. I could not think, could not breath, I was lost
in a sea of sex as all the strength and sensation flooded from my body
in one great soul wrenching surge - a name.

"PRISS!!"

Priss's face was bathed by a gush of warm sticky liquid as the
bucking form of the young beauty beneath her caught her by surprise.
The woman's muscular legs were holding her with such force that
Priss's mouth was bashed against the girl's body as she convulsed lost
in her orgasm. Without really meaning to Priss bit down hard on the
swollen wet flesh that she had been avidly tongue washing only a
moment before.

The reaction was immediate. Sylvie bolted up with eyes that were
like saucers. The expression on her face was a chaotic combination of
shock, lust, desire, pain and need. The sudden change in the girl's
position caused Priss's face to be smashed hard against the biker's
swollen and oversensitive clitoris.

I screamed. My protocols had never been designed to handle this
mind of abuse and I was completely drowning. My organic body was on
fire and I was lost in an ocean unable to respond or react. Kaufman
and the others that my sisters and I had been forced to "service" over
the short span of our lives had never, EVER caused me to lose myself
so completely as I had now. Priss was an angel, a demon, a god...

She was...

She was...

Mine...

Safeguards programmed into the core of my being snapped shut like
circuit breakers to protect my artificial personality from the sheer
torture that Priss was putting me through. I had been created to serve
the pleasure of humans, created to derive pleasure myself from
fulfilling that need but this was... this was...

Protocols shifted and suddenly all the overwhelming desires
seeking to burn me away were snapped off. I was simply floating in a
sea of dark oblivion where neither fire nor sensation could reach me.
I simply was and nothing else mattered.

Locked in the vice like grip of Sylvie's legs Priss was struggling
to breathe as her face was being crushed against Sylvie's wet crotch.
So when Sylvie made a noise like a sleepy sigh and suddenly seemed to
lose all her strength the first thing that Priss did was to take a
huge gasp of air and try to satisfy the burning demands on her lungs.
Her face and mattered hair were soaked with Sylvie's musky fluids and
her heart was pounding heavily in her ears. She felt disorientated and
uncertain about what had just happened. Her head hurt like hell and
she felt that she had just been one on one with a 55-C boomer.

"Owww... Sylvie?" Priss queried in a concerned voice as she raised
her abused head from between the young woman's legs. "What's wrong?
Are you okay?" She was slightly worried that Sylvie might have hurt
herself or something and it was a bit of a surprise when she saw that
the exotically beautiful biker had simply fainted. Priss felt a hot
blush come to her face as she realised what had just happened, a
feeling that was tempered by the tang of bitter disappointment that
Sylvie had had the audacity to pass out on her just as things had
started to really move. Oh, Priss knew that she was no little Miss
Innocent but nearly all the encounters that she had had before were
always the same - meaningless one night stands in which she
desperately tried to recapture the magic of the first lover she had
ever had. The one who Genom had...

"No!" Priss forced herself not to go down that route again. He was
dead, and he had been for well over two years now. She had to move on
with her life, had to forget him! But somehow all her sexual
encounters since that time had only been pale imitations of what she
had felt with him. And with each bitter disappointment Priss took it
as yet another confirmation that she would never again know the same
fulfilment as she had had with her first love. Yet, despite that, she
still moved from encounter to encounter ever seeking that... "thing"
that she so craved and never found it - until now.

"Sylvie..." Priss whispered as she stared down at the sleeping
perfection beside her. This had been the first time she had ever tried
it with a woman and... Priss did not know if it was Sylvie or just
being with someone of the same gender, but fucking hell... It had been
_incredible_...

Priss felt the warm cum on her face and raised her hand to wipe it
off. She sniffed it and then tentatively tasted it. The flavour was
almost... It was like she was tasting the very essence of the young
woman passed out beside her. Salty and yet sweet... It was difficult
to describe but Priss loved it. This was Sylvie... the liquid was her
lover...

"Sylvie," Priss said in a tense voice as she shook the young woman
trying to wake her up. Priss's true need so long denied had only been
aroused, not satisfied. The taste of Sylvie fresh in her mouth and the
musky smell of her friend covering the two of them only made that need
even worse. She could not let it stop now, not when she had come so
close to _that_ feeling of true release, not after so long.

"Sylvie!" Priss growled shaking the girl. "Come on, wake up!"

The shaking only served to make Sylvie's head loll to one side and
cause the girl's full breasts to jiggle in a way that made Priss's
teeth grind in frustration. "Sylvie!! Damn it! Get up!" It was no
good, Sylvie was totally out for the count.

"Shit!" Priss swore in bitter frustration. After all this time she
had finally found someone who made her feel truly aroused and now that
girl had just passed out right at the point where Priss had... Damn
it! Priss almost felt like shouting. How could this happen to her?
With a snort of disgust Priss sat up and tried to fight back the very
real desire to fuck Sylvie no matter what. That was too close to the
idea of rape for Priss's rational self to stomach but staring down at
the unconscious form lying next to her was testing that restraint far
more than she believed possible. Sylvie had after all been a willing
partner so what did it matter if Priss...

With a growl Priss shook her head and forced her eyes to look
elsewhere. What the hell was she thinking? She took a deep breath and
forced herself to look around Sylvie's apartment. She had to get
control of herself! She had to think about something else!

The curtains to the apartment's small bedroom were drawn back and
the clouds that had been covering the full moon tonight had finally
broken letting the Goddess's pale light shine down on her children.
Priss looked at the silvery moonlight that was streaming in through
the window and sighed. The figure of Sylvie bathed in that pale
shadowy light was almost enough to drive her mad. Whoever had been the
girl's parents must have been insanely proud of the child that they
had produced. The girl was simply perfect, and illuminated as she was
by the soft dappled light of the moon it seemed to Priss almost like
she was staring at some chosen avatar of Diana herself.

Without realising it Priss stretched out her hand and touched the
soft curves now exposed so vulnerably to her sight. She marvelled at
the cool silky softness of the skin and the way it seemed to be so
bleached of color in the moonlight, so white and translucent, almost
like...

Priss frowned slightly as some long forgotten memory like a
silvery fish lost in the murky depths of her mind came briefly to the
surface. Pale white skin... Something... something about a fey white
skinned girl with fiery... For some reason Priss shuddered as if
_something_ had just passed her by and then the memory vanished as if
it had never been.

"Ahh..." Sylvie whispered as if from far away and Priss dismissed
the strange memory as she turned her attention fully back to the girl
beside her.

"Sylvie?" Priss hesitantly touched the girl's side. "Are you all
right?"

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the anxious golden brown orbs of
Priss staring down at me. For some reason the sight of those eyes made
me blush and I felt my heart begin to quicken. I was confused and may
be a little frightened, what Priss had done to me was supposed to be
impossible. I had never heard of a Sexaroid being overcome by too much
sex - it seemed to be a contradiction in terms. However, just looking
at those eyes staring down at me made me almost shake with desire.
What the hell had happened to me? What the hell _was_ happening to me?
This was crazy! Completely and utterly crazy!

"Priss..." I said again and then swallowed as my voice threatened
to crack. "What... what just happened?"

Priss smiled down at me and the light of the moon on her face made
me want to reach out to her. She seemed so happy, so pleased to see
that I was all right that my heart started to pound even faster. Did
she truly like me that much? Did she... I swallowed as my throat had
suddenly gone dry.

"You fainted on me," Priss complained in a husky voice. "I was
just beginning to get into the swing of things and you fainted on me."
She reached over and touched me on the nose. "You are so naughty
Sylvie-chan, promising and then not delivering..." She took a light
grip of my chin and pressed her lips firmly down onto mine.

Oh Gods... I could feel my insane reaction to Priss's attentions
beginning to build again as she once more started to nipple at my
mouth. How did she do this to me? My mind was turning into putty as
her tongue sought entry into my mouth and her arms pulled me down onto
the soft cushion of her breasts. I could feel her hands run up and
down my naked back as her nipples pressed hard against mine. Oh...

I moaned and all coherent thought vanished as needs and desires
once more began to take precedence. How did she... My Priss... My
Goddess... Oh shit...

"My Sylvie..." Priss whispered back as she heard the young woman
moan her name in her ear. Slowly she began to pleasure her Moonlight
Huntress, her rambling angel who wished so oddly to be free. Priss
began to run her hands all over her biker lover, to explore all the
hidden crevasses that formed the sculpture that was _her_ Sylvie, her
angel, her moon clad wanderer...

"My Moonlight Rambler," Priss said as she took a firmer hold on
Sylvie's tensed buttocks and was determined this time _not_ to let the
girl get away with fainting. "Shine on me forever..." Priss whispered
as she and Sylvie were slowly lost in the music of their own needs...
A music that she wanted to Play forever. A music...

* * * *

Outside the block of flats where Sylvie had taken up residence two
other figures were sitting next to a lonely tree and staring up at the
night sky above them.

"Oh... It's beautiful," the first figure said with a small sigh as
she leaned back against the warmth of her companion and looked up at
the large moon shining clearly overhead.

"But not as beautiful as you are," her companion said wrapping an
arm around the young woman's shoulders.

"Oh... You..." the woman blushed and gave her companion a warm
look. "Just for once can you stop trying to seduce me to your evil
ways. I've told you ever since high school I'm not interested in that
type of relationship."

"No, of course not," her companion said with a knowing smile as
the young woman adjusted her position to make herself more
comfortable. "That must be why you are always coming over to see me.
And why of course you always put on that infamous pouting face of
yours whenever I take an interest in anyone else. Yeah, that statement
makes real sense..."

"Pouting face?" the young woman huffed adjusting her head slightly
to be able to look up at her best friend's elfin like face. "I _don't_
pout! I just don't like to see you get hurt - that's all."

"Hurt?" her companion replied with an incredulous look. "How can I
get hurt when you always drive off everyone with that big sister act
of yours. You never let anyone stay..."

"I do not!" the woman sat up and looked down angrily into her
companion's dark sea green eyes. "I have never intentionally
interfered with your rather dubious love life! And even if I have
unintentionally put my nose in, it has only ever been out of concern
for you. You're the only friend I have left and if you expect me to
simply stand by and watch you be used by whoever takes a fancy to that
pretty little face of yours then yes, I will interfere. I care for you
too much to see you with anyone but the very best!"

"Oh..." the slender figure said with a downcast look. "I..."

"And besides," the young woman continued to scold her companion.
"If that loose legged Chisato is an example of the best that you can
come up with by yourself then you should be bloody well glad that I do
interfere. Really, I go to college for just three months and when I
come back I find that you have been taken in by the words of a hussy.
You need me to watch over you Sam, you always have."

"I'm old enough to look after myself Remi," Sam replied in an
annoyed tone. "I'm not 16 any more you know. I'm..."

"21," Remi finished for her. "Yes, I know that Sam. But you never
bloody seem to change. You are just as immature now as you were in
high school and to be frank - you need me."

Sam grinned and reached out to touch Remi's face. "Need me?" she
repeated with a look that spoke volumes.

Remi blushed, "stop putting words into my mouth Sam," she said as
she got to her feet and held out her hand. "Come on, I'll walk you
home. With all this press about Vampire murders... Sam! Are you even
listening to me?"

Sam turned back from looking at the cheap apartment blocks behind
them and flashed Remi an impudent grin. "Vampires don't frighten me,"
she declared as Remi grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"It's usually the other way around, they're scared of me."

Remi gave the joking redhead a serious look. "Well, perhaps you
should be scared Sam," she said as she drew her slender friend closer
to her. "There have been over five deaths in this area in the last
week alone. All of them young women and all of them drained of blood.
Sam, you live alone, you work late at night, you should be concerned -
I would be."

Sam giggled and looked back at the apartment block behind them.
"You offering to stay with me tonight then and 'protect' me are you
'big sister'?"

Remi groaned and shook her head at the evil grin on her young
friend's face. "Sam..." she said with a dramatic sigh as she wrapped
her left arm around the shoulders of the redhead. "I'm taking you home
before I think about _killing_ you myself."

Sam perked up, "will you tuck me in as well Remi? I..." The rest
of her statement was lost into the night as the two companions walked
off laughing completely unaware of the eyes that followed them.

Cloaked in the shadows of the buildings above a tall figure stood
watching as the two young prey that it had been hunting for the last
hour started down the final road that they would ever walk alive. The
Hunter always enjoyed watching its victims in their natural lives
before moving in for the final kill. It was a habit that it had picked
up over the long years and whimsically also gave the Drinker something
to remember its prey by. Its own Creator had done something similar
and the Drinker was just carrying on the family tradition so to speak.

With a light jump the Hunter leapt to the ground and whistling
quietly to itself started off in the direction that the two friends
had chosen. It could not help but be amused at the comments that it
had overheard the redhead make and was looking toward to the sight of
the girl's white face when she came face to face with the awful truth
that now stalked her. Ah yes... this was going to be...

"Most amusing," Sam whispered to herself with a cruel grin as Remi
pulled her along. "Most amusing indeed..."

* * * *

"Anri!" I screamed out as I jerked awake out of the terrible
nightmare in which I had been forced to watch as my sisters were torn
apart before my very eyes. I shook as I struggled to control the surge
of hot emotions that were flooding through me. Once again I recalled
the bitter oath of vengeance that I had sworn as I fled the orbiting
station leaving the corpses of Meg, Nam and Lou behind me. An oath I
had sworn yet again when Anri, my only surviving sister, had died when
our damaged shuttle crashed just outside of Tokyo. I recalled the rage
I had felt as I held her broken body in my arms. A rage that had made
me swear that those who were responsible for this crime WOULD DIE!
That bitter promise was all that had kept me going, all that had
bought me here to Tokyo, to the one place where I would find the man I
sought, the man I was going to kill, the man called Flint.

"Sylvie..." a sleepy voice filled with warm contentment murmured
beside me as Priss stirred in reaction to my nightmare. "Wha..."

"Hush now..." I whispered gently stroking her face. "Go back to
sleep love... Shhh..."

"Umm..." Priss murmured as she sleepily reached out and pulled my
arm to her. "Sylvie..." was her final comment as she snuggled up
against my arm and drifted back to sleep. I looked down at the smile
of innocent contentment on her face and the black feelings that the
nightmare had generated faded into nothing.

"Oh Priss..." I muttered as I stared down at this most unexpected
complication to my life. I had known her for less than a week but
already she was as dear to me as one of my sisters. I remembered the
moment I had first seen her eating alone munching on a burger. The odd
wistful expression on her face had drawn my attention even then and
when our eyes had first met... The feeling of déjà vu, of some strange
connection between us had been overwhelming and with what had happened
tonight my life now stood at a junction. I had a choice that I must
face. Did I pursue the vengeance that I had sworn myself to or did I
take a different path? A path that involved the young woman currently
grasping my arm.

What was I to do now?

I gave a faint sigh and settled back down into the warmth of the
bed. Priss, as if reacting to my presence, let go of my arm and
sleepily rolled over so that her head was now comfortably cushioned on
my left breast.

"'So good..." the human mumbled to herself before returning to a
deeper sleep.

The presence of Priss pressed up against me only made the thoughts
swirling around in my head even more confused. What had started out
yesterday night as a little party had now ended up in this completely
crazy situation. Originally, I had just gone to Hot Legs to meet Priss
and some of her friends. At first, I had even been surprised that
Priss had close friends. I had regarded her as much of a loner as I
was, but when I had first met Linna and Nene I had seen that despite
her causal attitude towards them Priss loved the two of them dearly. I
had sensed that there was something about the three of them, a secret
perhaps, that bound them together almost as closely as family. That
sense of shared sisterhood had reminded me of my own dear family and
of my own loneliness now that they were gone. And the result of that
lonely feeling was now sleeping beside me.

Last night had been... Oh, I could not even find the words to
describe it. It had been like embracing the sun, but oh... how I had
flamed! Priss had gone through the darkness of my psyche like a star
on heat. She had shown me in just one night that other possibilities
existed, even for one such as me. But what now? Did I pursue the road
of vengeance that I had sworn myself to or did I betray that oath for
something that had been the result of a... drunken mistake. A
mistake...

"Ahh..." I suddenly hissed in pain as Priss repositioned herself
and bashed the breast she had claimed for her pillow. My nipple began
to grow hard as in the process of making herself more comfortable her
cheek rubbed across the sensitive flesh in a way that set my teeth on
edge.

"Control..." I hissed as I fought to suppress the natural response
that my cybernetic/organic body had been created to perform. After a
period of endless torture, Priss seemed to decide that the position
she was now in was more suitable to her divine presence and quietened
down. She was now half sprawled out on the bed and half on me.

Was this what I wanted? How could this human possibly be enough to
halt me in the vengeance I had sworn to follow? How could...

"Get freedom... Freedom for all of us..."

Those had been the last words that Nam had cried out to me before
she and the others had died. Freedom... But what was freedom? How was
I to know? How was I to fulfil that directive? Would vengeance get me
that freedom? Or... Priss? I just did not know. And just how would
Priss react to the reality of what I was? I did not even want to
imagine her face screwed up with fear and loathing as she realised she
had just made love to one of the race of boomers that she hated so
much.

"Oh Gods..." I whispered as my hand unconsciously stroked the
weird 1960s hairstyle that Priss seemed to love so much. "What am I to
do? What the fucking hell am I going to do?"

* * * *

Location: Tokyo, Japan (alt)
Time: AD 2032, 12th December, 14:02

"Damn it Priss!" I exclaimed in annoyance as I picked up her dirty
laundry from the floor where she had thrown it yet again. "I thought
you said you were going to bloody stop doing this. I might be part
machine but that does not mean I am your personal slave you know!"

"Sorry..." her sheepish comment came out from the bathroom where
she was just about to have her morning shower. "I will try to
remember."

"Yeah, right," I grumbled to myself as I took on the daily chore
of cleaning up our room. Really! Priss was the laziest person I had
ever known! Every day was exactly the same, she expected me to clean
up everything! Oh well...

I made our bed and took the pants and other clothes she had so
carelessly thrown about the place and went into the kitchen where I
could wash them. Linna and Nene where coming over today and I wanted
the apartment to at least look presentable, especially since Linna had
confided to me that they were bringing over a very important friend. I
did not know what that small smirk on her face had meant when she had
said that but somehow I knew that today would finally be the day when
I learnt something about the "secret" that seemed to bind Linna, Nene
and Priss so strongly together.

I was still grumbling when I opened the washing machine door and
stuffed her clothes inside. I waited for a moment to make sure Priss
was not around and then reached in and took out her used panties. I
looked quickly over my shoulder once again just to make sure the coast
was clear and then an evil smile broke out on my face as I indulged in
MY morning ritual. MY reason why I did not make that much of a fuss
regarding Priss's rather questionable sanity habits first thing in the
morning.

A few minutes of sheer bliss passed before...

"Sylvie? Where are you?" a voice called out from the bedroom and I
yipped in guilty surprise quickly thrusting the now thoroughly wet
pants into the washer. I hurriedly straightened myself up before Priss
could walk in and catch me in my own... acts. I sighed and a small
smile erupted on my face as I turned the washing on to remove the
evidence of my own little morning habits. I had chosen my path and
whether it was right or wrong it was the path I was happy with - most
happy with.

I knew that somewhere my sisters spirits were resting and watching
me. We had been created for the purpose of life, not death. My
continuance, my life, my freedom - that was the vengeance that I
sought against those inhuman monsters who had killed the only family I
had ever known. Now, I had a new family and where ever my sisters were
I knew that they were smiling and with whatever power they had left
blessed me.

This was the kind of freedom that I wanted.

I was home.

* * * *