Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The blood of the forbidden ❯ The three forbidden children ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The blood of the forbidden

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.

 

 

Summary: Some want to kill them others want to possess them. The three forbidden children have been running for their lives for as long as they can remember. However soon they find themselves immersed in an ancient feud between vampires and werewolves. With Battousai on one side and Shishio on the other, will they ever be able to escape alive?

 

 

A big thanks to my beta: Royal_bluekitsune.

 

 

Chapter 1: The three forbidden children

 

 

 

~Eleven years ago~

 

 

“Kaoru, get your sisters out of here.” Isamu shouted as he sliced through a vampire with his sword.

 

 

“Father…” Kaoru argued only to be cut off by her mother.

 

 

“Please Kaoru, take Misao and Kumiko to safety. You're strong and I know you can do this.” Her mother assured as she stood protectively in front of her oldest daughter.

 

 

Kumiko was crying, while little Misao embraced her little sister protectively. Kaoru didn't want to leave her parents behind. She could fight, she could help, but she knew that she needed to keep her sisters safe.

 

 

Kaoru felt tears threatening to fall from her eyes, but she refused to cry. Nodding her head, she picked up little Kumiko and grabbed Misao's hand. She cast one last look at her parents before she turned around and ran away.

 

 

Screams could be heard around the mansion and servants and members of their convent were being mercilessly slaughtered. She didn't know where to go but she knew that she needed to find a safe place. She quickly recalled their hiding place in the throne room.

 

 

Not thinking twice about her decision, Kaoru ran towards that room and threw the doors open glad to see that it was empty. There wasn't any time to spare and the blue-eyed girl ran to the painting next to the window, throwing an inquisitive look over her shoulder to make sure that no one was following them.

 

 

It was simple really. Nobody would suspect a simple painting of hiding three women, thus making it the perfect hiding place. For the moment.

 

 

“Kaoru Kamiya.” Kaoru whispered.

 

 

The large painting shimmered and with a confidence betraying her early years, Kaoru and her sisters stepped forward disappearing in the painting. The shimmer disappeared almost immediately and the painting returned to normal as soon as the girls stepped inside. They found themselves in a very small room. This was their safe place as her father had told them.

 

 

A place from where they could see but could not be seen…

 

 

Kumiko was crying by now, muted sobs and sniffle, that made it was obvious the little girl was frightened. Next to her Misao was acting reasonably braver but one look at her bitten lips made it clear that she was going to cry as well. Kaoru sighed and pulled both girls close to her, crooning to them softly. The stress was too much for such small children…Misao was ten, while Kumiko was barely seven.

 

 

“Shh…everything will be fine.” Kaoru said softly, trying to calm her sisters.

 

 

All three of them looked up as the doors of the throne room were thrown open. Their blue eyes widened. Unknown vampires clad in black and red walked in and a moment later both of their parents were pushed inside. Their beautiful mother was bleeding heavily from a wound at her side and their father didn't seem to be in a much better state. He hissed at the vampires as he helped his mate up.

 

 

“Mom, dad.” Kumiko whispered quietly, her big blue eyes looking worriedly at her parents.

 

 

Many other servants and members of their convent were pushed inside as well. One of them tried to fight and was killed on the spot. Kumiko closed her eyes as she watched the dead body fall on the ground, blood slowly seeping on the floor.

 

 

“Lord Isamu.” A vampire with silver hair and violet eyes said stepping forward. Unlike the others, his face was visible.

 

 

The hairs on the back of Kaoru's neck stood on end as she felt the power emanating from this new vampire. He wasn't a fledgling, he was a vampire born, a pure blood like they preferred to be called. His long silver hair was held in a long braid that reached the lower part of his back.

 

 

“Jin.” Kazuo said calmly.

 

 

The vampire smiled, showing off his fangs. His gaze left Kazuo to rest on Nyoko, Isamu's mate, making the vampire narrow his eyes. Jin slowly stalked towards the female werewolf.

 

 

“I've always wondered why a powerful vampire Lord like you would mate with an animal.” He said taking hold of Nyoko's chin.

 

 

The werewolf growled as she tried to wrench herself free from the vampire's grasp. Her dark aquamarine eyes glared daggers at the vampire who was studying her as if she was a specimen under a microscope. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him smirk.

 

 

“Although I must say, you've chosen quite a beautiful animal.” He said bending his head down and licking the blood from her cheek.

 

 

She growled as she backed off. Without warning she launched at the vampire, fangs bared, but before she could advance the vampires behind her restrained her. Lord Jin chuckled as he licked his lips. He turned to stare at Isamu who was looking at him with anger and hate clearly in his sapphire blue eyes.

 

 

“She has quite a spirit, doesn't she?” he asked mockingly.

 

 

“What do you want Jin?” Isamu asked in a clip voice.

 

 

“Straight to business as usual, Isamu. However both you and I know why I'm here.” Jin said wiping every sign of amusement off his face as he turned to stare at Isamu, his eyes taking on a dangerous and murderous gleam.

 

 

“Enlighten me.” Isamu said sarcastically.

 

 

“My lady Tomoe is willing to spare your life that is if you kill that animal.” Jin said pointing to Nyoko, who growled angrily at him.

 

 

“I won't.” Isamu said without missing a heartbeat.

 

 

“You didn't let me finish. She will also spare all of the vampires and humans in your convent of course all of the werewolves will be killed with their princess.” Jin said grinning as the werewolves snarled and growled.

 

 

“So what will it be? I know very well that you aren't afraid to die, but what about your followers? Will you condemn them to death as well? And what about the human servants, will you let them be killed as well?” Jin said grinning as for the first time he watched a flicker of doubt appear in the vampire Lord's eyes.

 

 

Nyoko turned imploring aquamarine eyes towards her mate. She could see the confusion he was trying to hide so hard and her eyes unknowingly moved towards the other vampires, humans and werewolves in the room. Some of them looked really frightened, while others looked angry. Her gaze landed on a few young children vampire who were clutching at their mothers.

 

 

“Isamu, do it. Kill me.” Nyoko `s voice was soft, almost pleading in it's own.

 

 

“No.” Isamu said sternly.

 

 

“I'm not worth all of them dying.” She yelled.

 

 

“Listen to her, Isamu.” Jin said as he ran a hand through his long hair.

 

 

“Please. I love you.” Nyoko said softly, tears streaming down her face.

 

 

“I love you too.” Isamu whispered.

 

 

Isamu looked sadly at his mate. He couldn't kill her. He knew that he should in able to save the members of his clan. He closed his eyes in pain. He didn't know what to do.

 

 

Jin observed the vampire Lord's confusion with amusement. Isamu was very well known for his level headedness, but apparently he found himself in one situation that he couldn't control. The vampire suddenly tensed as he heard the telepathic voice of his Lady in his head.

 

 

“Kill them. Kill all of them.” The female voice said coldly.

 

 

Jin mentally nodded his head. It seemed that his Lady was angry. He knew very well what his Lady's feelings for the vampire Lord were. With a sigh he unsheathed his sword and stalked towards Nyoko. His violet eyes met her dark aquamarine once, before he decapitated her with one swift swipe of his sword.

 

 

 

“Nyoko!” Isamu yelled as he reached for his wife. However he had no time to react as the sword came down on him, decapitating him as well.

 

 

 

Kaoru quickly covered Misao and Kumiko's mouths and eyes, drowning out their horrified scream. She bit her lower-lip to keep herself from crying out. They watched as the vampires released their mother and father's bodies. The two bodies fell on the floor, blood seeping out of the wounds and covering the floor in the precious red liquid.

 

 

Kaoru felt hot tears streaming down her pale face and she closed her eyes to prevent the whimper that was threatening to choke her.

 

 

The vampire looked bored at the bodies before he turned to the rest of the werewolves, servants and vampires.

 

 

“Kill them.” He said calmly, before turning around and walking away out of the door.

 

 

Everything became a chaos after that as the prisoners tried to fight against the captors. However it proved to be futile as one after the other, they were all slain. Even the children.

 

 

“Don't look.” Kaoru muttered as she pulled both of her sisters close to her, shielding them from the horrible sight in front of them.

 

 

She closed her eyes as well, as she tried to block out the painful screams and yells. The scent of blood permeated the air as bodies after bodies littered the floor.

 

 

“It will all be over soon. We will be okay.” Kaoru kept whispering as she tried to calm her sisters, even when tears kept streaming down her face.

 

 

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~Present~

 

 

Lightning flashed, illuminating the darkened city as rain poured from the sky. Thunder roared in the distance drowning the angry growls and snarls. Sapphire blue eyes shone like brilliant gems in the night as they looked warily at the beasts in front of her.

 

 

Buildings surrounded her as she was trapped in an alley, without any way out. Wolf-like creatures covered in fur about six feet tall had her cornered. These creatures were werewolves to be exact. Any other female would be scared, but she was ironically used to these situations. It wasn't the first time she was attacked and it wouldn't be the last.

 

 

The blade of her sword gleamed dangerously as she tightened her hold on the hilt. Blue eyes snapped up as one of the creatures made a movement towards her. Bringing her sword in a downward slash, she cut the werewolf's left arm. Blood sprayed everywhere as the beast howled in pain staggering back and finally collapsing in a heap. The severed appendage fell on the ground, blood flowing out of it.

 

 

She calmly stepped away as she wiped the blood away from her face. The coppery smell quickly invaded her senses, drawing out her most primal instincts.

 

 

She licked her lips.

 

 

It wouldn't be a good idea to loose her control at the moment. Sapphire blue eyes grew silver as she prepared for her opponents to attack. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins making her sensitive to every sound, taste and scent around her.

 

 

The scent of blood seemed to increase, calling to the young woman with its sweet promise. She could almost taste the metallic fluid in her mouth. She could feel their heart thumping in their chest, while she could hear their blood flowing through their veins. She shivered as the rain soaked her clothes.

 

 

Her ears twitched as she caught the slight movements of her opponents in front of her. Their muscles were tense and ready to spring into action. Just as she predicted they made the first move. With enraged howls the werewolves charged at her.

 

 

Everything happened too fast. She was too fast for them, seemingly appearing and disappearing as she slashed at her opponents. Soon enough all of the werewolves were lying on the ground dead, their blood mixing with rain.

 

 

She watched almost in child-like fascination as they turned back in their humanoid form. Long elongated wolf-like faces turned back into a human's, the coarse fur disappeared and their claws changed back into normal human nails.

 

 

In the morning only human bodies would be found and no one would believe that these persons were actually werewolves. Most likely the police will classify them as victims of a mass murderer and they will end up in a file that was never going to be solved.

 

 

Sapphire blue eyes filled with an unnamed emotion as they were met with their own reflection produce by the gleaming blade. It was either killed or be killed.

 

 

Saying a small prayer for those that had died, she sheathed her sword and swiftly turned on her heel making her way out of the alleyway. It seemed that it was time to move once again. They had been found once more.

 

 

The rain had long ago stopped and the young woman couldn't help but take a deep breath of air. The streets were almost completely deserted by now. Cutting through the park, she hoped to be able to get home quicker. Her eyes strayed to a couple sitting on a bench. She watched as the man seemed to be kissing the woman's neck, but on close inspection she could clearly see the man sinking his fangs in the soft flesh.

 

 

While others would have been freaked and shocked by this she wasn't. Vampires and werewolves were increasing in numbers. Humans of course didn't know of them or didn't believe in them, making them easy prey.

 

 

He must have felt her staring at him for he released the woman who slumped against him and turned to stare at her. Narrowing her eyes and letting her aura flare she made it clear what she was. He quickly looked away. He wasn't a royal, for a royal would have come after her immediately to try to kill her. A royal was a vampire born. Why would a royal want to kill or posses her? Well, it was simply really, she was the daughter of a vampire and a werewolf. The union between the two species was completely forbidden.

 

 

The reason for this was that for about five hundred years now a war had been fought between these two powerful creatures. Both were feared creatures of the night. Vampires with their deadly fangs and superhuman strength and werewolves with their speed and claws, both species despised and hated each other. Blood was spilt and was still being spilled by both sides.

 

Seeing that she was half werewolf and half vampire, she was nothing more than a mistake in the eyes of most of the members of both species. While some wanted her dead, others wanted her as a mate. She scowled as she thought of how many werewolves and vampires lusted after her.

 

 

Power was always craved by werewolves and vampires alike and power she did have. Not only was her father a vampire royal but her mother had been a full-blooded werewolf as well. The blood that ran through her veins was very powerful and it seemed to call out to vampires and werewolves alike.

 

 

However because of this same reason, many wanted her dead as well. They feared what she was capable of. They feared that she might choose a side, which would prove to be fatal for the others. Whoever controlled the hybrids controlled their enemies…and their food supply. Humans.

 

 

She scoffed. As if she would choose sides. She didn't care about the stupid war; she just wanted to be able to live in peace with her sisters. She looked one last time at the man, before continuing on her way. This man was just a fledgling, a human turned vampire. They were relatively weak and unlike royals they knew very well not to challenge her.

 

 

Guilt tugged at her heart as the face of the woman flashed in her mind, but she quickly pushed the feeling down. It wasn't her place to step in. The woman had been foolish enough to let herself be charmed by the vampire.

 

 

It was very simple: the strong survive, the weak perish. Pulling her coat closer to her lithe frame she looked at the sky and stopped in her tracks for a moment just staring at the full moon. It was beautiful tonight. A chuckle escaped her parted lips.

 

 

It was so sardonic that such a beautiful night could hold such dangerous creatures…one of those dangerous creatures being her. Letting out a tired sigh, she shook herself out of her thoughts. Silently and alone she continued on her way. She was completely unaware to the pair of emerald green eyes watching her intently.

 

 

 

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“We agreed that it would be seven.” The young woman said coldly as she looked at the sacks of blood on the table.

 

 

She narrowed her eyes. It was clear that the man wanted more money, money that she wasn't willing to give. She studied him for a moment. He wasn't that old, maybe in his early thirties, but it was clear that he didn't lead a very save and healthy lifestyle. And therefore he looked older than her really. His skin was extremely pale; it was a sickly ashen color.

 

 

Her nose twitched in disgust as she tested out his scent. He reeked of alcohol and drugs. Her keen ears could pick up the sickly sounds of his lungs; apparently he was even sicker than she thought. Her sharp gaze landed on the red puncture wounds on his arms. Just great, he was a junkie too.

 

 

“Well I know, but you must understand that this kind of blood doesn't come cheap.” The man said grinning greedily.

 

 

“I won't give you anymore money. What I gave you was more than enough.” She shot back icily.

 

 

“Oh, there are other ways to pay.” He said leering lustfully at her body.

 

 

That was the last straw. He suddenly found himself dangling from his throat, while being held in the air by the same young woman who he had been talking to. His dark brown eyes widened in fear as he stared at the infuriated woman in front of him.

 

 

“Do not play with me human. You know very well what I'm capable of.” She hissed bearing what looked like fangs to the now frightened man.

 

 

Her eyes that had previously been sapphire blue were liquid silver as they bore through him with such coldness that it left the fool speechless. She tightened her hold on the man's neck, making him whimper.

 

 

“We agreed that it would be seven sacks of blood. So where are the other three?” she asked coldly.

 

 

“There in the fridge.” The man managed to spit out between breaths.

 

 

Without saying anything, she released him and the man fell in an undignified heap on the floor. He rubbed his sore neck, while he looked wearily at the young woman who didn't even spare him another look. He knew very well that he had come very close to death and he wasn't about to try his luck again.

 

 

She completely ignored the cowering fool. The scent of fear that emanated strongly from him was enough to make her gag. Normally the scent of fear would excite the beast within her but seeing that the scent was coming from the conniving fool over there only managed to sicken her.

 

 

She picked up the three missing sacks out of the fridge and put them in the black bag hanging from her shoulder. She turned to look at the man, who flinched as her cold eyes landed on him. Without a word, she walked pass him.

 

 

Stepping out of the rundown shop, she mentally cursed as she was assaulted by cold rain. Pulling her dark coat closer to her body, she ventured out. She never noticed the pair of turquoise colored eyes watching her intently.

 

 

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The beat seemed to travel through her whole body as she moved with the music. The lights danced all around her and on her as she moved her body with the rhythm. This was the only moment she was truly free. Her eyes were closed as she lost herself in the music. Her arms flailed around her, while her hips dipped lowly and snapped back up. Her long obsidian hair was held in a long braid, which swung from one side to the other, while she moved. She wore a simple black halter dress that hugged her figure and showed off her curves. The dress came just below her knees and had slits on both side.

 

 

The nightclub was packed, but it was almost as if it was only her and the music, she forgot about everything else as she lost herself to the sweet and inviting beat. She could sense eyes on her, but she ignored them. It wouldn't be the first or the last time. There were always men that wanted to dance with her, but she made it clear that she danced alone. She was glad that they for once left her alone.

 

 

All too soon, the music came to an end. She opened her dark aquamarine eyes and sighed. It was always like this when the music ended. It was like waking up from a dream and it was time to go back to reality.

 

 

Looking at her watch, she noticed that it was time to go home. She knew very well that her older sister would be worried if she stayed to late out. Slowly she began making her way through the crowd to the exit. After picking up her jacket and slipping it on, she quickly made her way out of the club. It was still raining but fortunately for her she had brought an umbrella with her. With a sigh she stepped out in the cold night, oblivious to the pair of chocolate brown eyes that watched her.

 

 

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Blue eyes were fixed on the Latin letters in the book. Kumiko sighed as she stretched her arms over her head. Neither Misao nor Kaoru had arrived yet so she had decided to read a bit. Looking at the clock, she noticed that it was already late. She furrowed her brows as she stood up. Misao had arrived a few minutes ago and was now in the dojo. Kaoru on the other hand, hadn't arrived yet. It wasn't like her oldest sister at all.

 

 

Standing up, she decided to go pay Misao a visit. The house was almost completely dark, with very little light, but that's how they liked them. Her eyes glowed eerily as she walked through the darkness. Going down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen and the back door. With a gentle push, she opened the door and stepped outside.

 

 

The scent of fresh fallen rain hit her and she took a deep breath. She shivered a bit as the cold night air bit her skin as she quietly made her way to the dojo. She could see the dojo lights on and she could hear Misao's cries. The `weasel' was training. Looking at the sky, she noticed the full moon. No wonder the weasel was so agitated. Misao spent most of these kinds of nights training and pushing herself to the limits.

 

 

“She's training at this hour?” a feminine voice said from behind her, making Kumiko almost jump out of her skin.

 

 

She turned to gaze at Kaoru. She gave her sister a very cold glare, but Kaoru ignored her.

 

 

“You almost scared me to death.” Kumiko said trying to calm her racing heart.

 

 

“You weren't paying attention to your surroundings. Never do that again. This time it was me but it could as well been someone else. Because of such carelessness you can be killed. ” Kaoru berated her coldly, before walking passed her to the dojo.

 

 

Kumiko stayed rooted to her spot as she watched her older sister leave her. She wondered what had her so riled up. Yes, it was normal for Kaoru to berate Misao or her for being careless, but had never been this blunt before. It made her wonder what was going on. With her curiosity peaked she made her way to the dojo.

 

 

As she stepped in the dojo she watched as Kaoru stared at Misao. It was something that Kaoru always did. From all three of them Kaoru was the only one that had the proper training of their father. Misao and her had been still little when their parents were killed.

 

 

Kaoru meanwhile was staring intently at Misao's movement. She looked at Misao's attire and almost grinned. She didn't even bother to change. She was still dressed in a black halter dress. Just like Misao to do something like that.

 

 

She shook her head and continued to study her sister. All three of them had a very different style of fighting. Misao was wild and unpredictable as a fighter, but nevertheless effective. She was the kind of fighter that blossomed in tight situation. She had lost count of the times Misao had managed to save their necks when they were in tight situations. She was the wild card.

 

 

Kaoru let her gaze wander to Kumiko. Kumiko on the other hand was a strategist. She was always calm and collected. She never lost her cool in a fight, nor did she let her emotions come in the way. Every movement, every fight, every little thing she did had a goal. She was never one to be unprepared. Kumiko was the dependable one.

 

 

And herself, well she didn't know how to describe herself. She was the leader, the mentor. She was the one to lead the other two. She was the one that gave advice and that showed them how to fight. All three of them were strong in their own right and would survive on their own if necessary. Yet together they were the strongest.

 

 

“Misao.” She called out, making the young woman stop in her tracks.

 

 

“Yeah?” Misao asked panting for breath.

 

 

“Let's go inside, I have some thing to discuss.” She said calmly as she turned and left.

 

 

Misao shot Kumiko a curious look. She only shrugged her shoulders. Both sisters knew that something was up, but neither knew what exactly.

 

 

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Molten gold eyes looked at the slumbering city through the large window of the hotel. His body was lean, like a feline. His long blood red hair cascaded in silky tendrils along his shoulders and back. His burning gaze traveled to the woman sleeping on the bed behind him. Her long dark hair was fanned around her; her lips were slightly parted as she slept. She was beautiful he couldn't deny it.

 

 

His eyes narrowed. Yet she wasn't the one. He traced the cross-shaped scar on his chest, just where his heart was. He gritted his teeth as the scar burned, just like his desire to kill that old wench once again. He recalled the stupid woman who had dared to curse him. She was long dead, but her curse remained. A simple human wench had cursed him one of most feared vampire Lords.

 

 

Closing his eyes, he inhaled through his nose as he tried to calm himself down. He was weakening. If he had been any weaker vampire, he would have already been dead. He gritted his teeth. He refused to succumb to the wench's curse.

 

 

His gaze suddenly shifted to the dark corner of the room at his right. The darkness seemed to increase; he watched as a figure stepped out of the darkness. Golden eyes met amber as the man stepped in the room. His dark hair was slid back, with two strands of hair, hanging in front of his eyes.

 

 

“Another one? Ironic, how you've been reduced to nothing more than an animal in heat, unable to control his own desires.” The man said smirking, his fangs shining as the light of the moon reflected on them.

 

 

“What do you want Saitoh?” the red head asked his voice cold and authoritative.

 

 

Saitoh was disappointed that the vampire Lord hadn't taken his bait. He just loved to irk the vampire.

 

 

“They found them.” He said calmly.

 

 

He watched as the vampire Lord's eyes instantly brightened.

 

 

“Yet it seemed like we weren't the only ones that managed to find them. Earlier the eldest one, the one named Kaoru, was attacked by a pack of werewolves.”

 

 

“How is she?” The vampire Lord asked his voice angry.

 

 

Those beasts had dared to attack her. True he had never really been acquainted with the woman, but he had seen her once. It was in a club. She had instantly stirred his interest. She exuded an aura of strength, power and innocence that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. And for some reason he had began hoping that she would be able to break the curse.

 

 

He had observed her as she walked around. She had stopped and talked to a younger girl, who resembled her somewhat. After a brief chat, they left together. He had learned afterwards that that girl had been one of her sisters, Misao. Of course he made to follow her, but her sister and she managed to disappear without a trace.

 

 

He had been looking for her ever since. He had to admit that they were hard to track. They knew how to cover their tracks.

 

 

“She's fine. She took them out quite easily. I hate to say it, but I was impressed.” Saitou lit a cigar, his movements as smooth and graceful as they were on the battlefield.

 

 

“I see.” He answered satisfied.

 

 

“What are your orders?” The dark haired vampire asked, noticing the Lord's contemplative pose.

 

 

“Capture them and bring them here alive and well. If any one of them is killed, you will answer to me.”

 

 

The vampire nodded his head, before he disappeared in the shadows once again, leaving him alone with his thoughts. After that meeting he had made sure to find out everything about her. He had been shocked to find out whose daughter she was. Her father had been none other than the vampire Lord Isamu. One of the strongest of their kind.

 

 

It was a complete shock to find out that she was actually one of the famed hybrids, one of the three forbidden children. He knew that this should have appalled him. She had after all the filthy blood of those beasts running in her veins, but for some reason it didn't bother him. In fact this only fueled his desire to find her. He smirked. Apparently he would be finally able to meet her.

 

 

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Kaoru, Misao and Kumiko walked into the kitchen. Misao took a seat on the kitchen counter, while, Kumiko pulled out a chair. Kaoru decided to stand. Misao took a sip from her water bottle, while waiting patiently for Kaoru to speak. Kaoru crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall. Just when Misao thought she couldn't stand the silence any longer, Kaoru spoke up.

 

 

“I've ran into some trouble earlier.” The blue-eyed woman said as she gazed at her two sisters.

 

 

“What?!” Misao yelled, almost spitting out the water.

 

 

“What kind of trouble? Vampires, werewolves or slayers?” Kumiko asked calmly.

 

 

“Werewolves. These weren't scouts. These were hunters.” Kaoru said recalling the fight.

 

 

“Whoever sent them, didn't want us alive.” Kumiko acknowledged.

 

 

“We need to move again; they could send more.” Kaoru said dreading Misao's response.

 

 

“Hell no!” Misao yelled, jumping off the counter.

 

 

Kaoru had expected this. The girl was tired of running and moving away. Yet in order for them to survive, they needed to keep moving. Their parents had made a mistake to settle in one place and that had cost them their lives. She was honest with herself; she did hate to move every time they were found.

 

 

She wished that they were able to have normal lives, but they weren't normal. And Misao needed to accept that.

 

 

“It's already decided.”

 

 

“What?! Kaoru, I'm sick and tired of running. I want to stay and fight. I'm not a coward!” Misao growled.

 

 

“Misao, it would the best. There was also a problem with our `blood bank'. I don't think we will be doing business anymore with him. ” Kumiko said cutting in.

 

 

“Still that doesn't mean anything. We can find someone else to provide the blood. I'm not moving.”

 

 

“Enough! Mom and dad made the mistake of staying in one place and they're dead because of that!” Kaoru snapped.

 

 

Misao instantly quieted down. She knew that Kaoru was right. Yet she felt like a coward. She hated to run. She hated being so weak. Clenching her jaw in anger she stormed out of the kitchen. Kaoru sighed.

 

 

“She knows that you're right.” Kumiko said quietly standing up.

 

 

“Yeah? So why does she have to make it so damn hard?” Kaoru muttered darkly.

 

 

“That's the way she is. I'm going to pack.” Kumiko said leaving Kaoru alone.

 

 

Kaoru ran a hand tiredly through her dark hair. Straightening up, she decided that she needed to pack as well. Every wasted minute, could mean their deaths.

 

 

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They moved easily and quietly around the house. Their presences completely blanketed so that their preys wouldn't sense them. They were amused and surprised to find the house guarded by sacred wards. The sacred wards were strong, but they weren't strong enough to stop creatures of their kinds and power.

 

 

Giving a nod to one another, the four figures split up. One would guard and take down the wards while the other three sought out the three forbidden children. The one left to guard, flicked his wrist and disabled the wards in no time.

 

 

He smirked silently it was now up to the others.

 

 

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A chill ran through her spine as the cold wind caressed her skin. She silently cursed herself for wearing such thin clothing. She was wearing a baby blue spaghetti strap top and a pair of gray shorts. Fortunately it had stopped raining. Kaoru was brought out of her reverie by the familiar calm voice of her younger sister.

 

 

“Having trouble with the full moon?” Kumiko asked, walking into the balcony.

 

 

Kaoru smiled as she peered at her youngest sister. Although Kumiko was already eighteen, she was still quite young. Kaoru sighed as she massaged her temples.

 

 

“I don't know how you can handle these stupid full moons.” Kaoru growled, while Kumiko leaned against the railing.

 

 

“I guess it's because I'm able to suppress most of my emotions and instincts.” Kumiko said calmly her eyes shining in the darkness.

 

 

“Lucky you.” Kaoru answered sarcastically while crossing her arms over her chest.

 

 

“I'm afraid, it's not that simple.” Kumiko answered as the wind played with her long ebony long hair.

 

 

Kaoru looked at her. Kumiko had the same lost look on her face again. Kumiko closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She could still hear their screams; she could smell the fresh blood that poured out of them. She could taste the coppery substance in her mouth.

 

“Kumiko?” Kaoru asked worriedly when she noticed the look on her sister's face.

 

 

The young girl snapped her eyes open and looked at her older sister. She smiled, before redirecting her gaze to the sky. Kaoru didn't say anything as she turned to look at the moon once again.

 

 

There came a price with suppressing everything and that was that once everything was released it would be hard to get hold of that iron control. Her eyes saddened as she let her gaze wander to the younger woman next to her. She was brought out of her thoughts by Kumiko's voice.

 

 

“I'm going to see what Misao is doing.” Kumiko said quietly, before exiting the room.

 

 

Kaoru let out a groan after Kumiko left the room. Fucking moon, she mentally cursed. If they were full werewolves they wouldn't be affected this much by the moon. They would only feel strengthened by the full moon, but because they were hybrids, it affected them much more. Their inner wolf wanted out. It wanted to go out hunt.

 

 

Full-blooded werewolves also had this inner-wolf, but they were born with control over it. Kaoru and her sisters lacked this control though. The only ways to somewhat contain the urge to run, to hunt was through meditation and concentration. She tightened her grip on the railing of the balcony. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

 

 

However her eyes suddenly snapped open. A growl left her lips, as her senses seemed to detect something wrong. They had intruders.

 

 

`Fuck, I've been followed.'

 

 

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