Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Death Order ❯ Article One ( Chapter 1 )

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

By: Felix02

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. Please keep an open mind with this story!

A very different take on a vampire story:

This story takes place in the early 1900s. It's better than it sounds.

Note: First order of business, I must clear some things up thanks to my dear friend, Kage Ame. The vampires in this story are the most common of all vampire folklore, you know the "children of the devil," repelled by garlic, and are the walking dead. These are the type I have in this story. And thanks to Kage Ame for telling me about all the different kinds of vampires, I just wanted to make it clear for everyone why Kaoru acts in a certain way.

Warning: Religious aspects are included in this, so if you don't like hearing religion I beg of you to keep an open mind

The Death Order
By: Felix02
Article One

Pairs was the one city she loved, especially at night when she was a young girl. The lights blazed on cobbled streets, buildings rose up like ghost from darken alleyways, and every so often a stray carriage would pass with the sound of horse's echoing footsteps slowly gliding away.

The theater was her favorite place, it was noisy, animated, and decorated with the voices of men and women singing at the tops of their mortal lungs; she loved it. As a girl, Kaoru use to sneak up into the attic and look down from the tiny peep holes onto the stage where ballerinas danced magically; softy as though they were large butterflies.

Back then never did she dare tell her parents of her wish to be apart of a troupe. No, those people were whores and vile men, not respectable persons that her parents wanted her to be. Still Kaoru did not care; she just wanted to be on the stage, bask in the bright lights that came from the chandeliers that hung above the stage. But to a Catholic family, such as she belonged to, the desire was unacceptable.

As a girl she never understood, but as she grew understanding and viewpoints of society came into play. Did she really wish to be seen as a slut or worse?

So slowly the dream went, but never the want. Nevertheless, those girlish fantasies were far behind her for Kaoru now dreamed of something more beautiful then even dance. She dreamed of death. Every night, no matter how much it burned, she prayed to God for death to come in any form, and every night she dreamed of a wooden stake to be implanted into her dead heart.

She never once asked to live the life she had, but it seemed as if he had a different plan. He being Kenshin, the attractive man who cursed her against God and family; the man who cursed her against natural life itself.

No, she never wanted to be a vampiress. That had been his decision.

It seemed as if God had a different course for her, a path she was still terrified of. There were many days she refused to feed, warm blood call out to her every moment but Kaoru always refused until Kenshin came and forcefully fed her. And for it, non-feeding that is, she was no longer a plump healthy, but instead her pale flesh was tightly stretched over long legs and a once beautiful body. This was not to say she was no longer beautiful, but instead she was a type of beauty which caught a man's lust, a type of beauty a courtesan would carry with sick pride.

And what was worst of all was the fact that she was in love, in love with the attractive red-haired man who made her into this dark creature. She wanted to despise him, but even now her church's teachings stuck with her. It was not in God's will to hate one of his children, but then there was that question, were they even His children anymore?

Kaoru had grown to abhor the night, a time she once loved. The night reminded her too much of what she was. She yearned for the day, the bright sun instead of sparkling stars. Kaoru wanted to feel a warm early morning breeze as ran through the lavender fields of Provance once more. But most of all she wished for death to see her parents once again, her sister who died ten years ago, and her two brothers who died in the Hundred Days War.

Strange as it was that she met Napoleon a month before they died.

Cupping her face, Kaoru looked out the window onto the moon as a stray tear feel down her face. Years had past since her parents thought her dead. Kaoru remembered reading the newspapers and seeing an article about a missing girl - it was her.

Kenshin told her they were no longer important for he was with her. She had been so angered, so distraught, that she lashed out at him and he did nothing in return to harm her. He exclaimed that he her loved her so much that he took her away from all the pain of the mortal word.

The man was so damn selfish and did not even know it.

Flicking away the pathetic tear, Kaoru rose from her settee and closed the blinds no longer wanting to see the horrid moon's face.

She remembered the day she met him, it was dark Paris night and she was returning from the theater's attic when she spotted him. Clearly Kaoru recalled seeing the most beautiful man she'd ever seen wipe something from his mouth...she should have ran then. But at that point she was too enchanted by his movements, his beauty to turn on her heel and flee. Kaoru still dreamed of how his eyes turned to face her, how a gentle smile formed on his lips, and how with one word he was her undoing.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think him a vampire, but she should have known. She should have!

Her father and brothers always told her and her sister stories about vampires to scare them with good nature. They said they were ugly, horrid creatures with bat wings; Kenshin was none of those.

With a bitter note, Kaoru laughed at how gentlemanly he was, and how he charmed people with a simple smile. She should have known something was beyond those ginger smiles, beyond his charm, for he always wanted to meet her in the night, and declined her invitations for rendez-vous during the day.

His excuse: work.

He took her six months after they met. Kaoru touched her neck closing her eyes. The pain had been beyond all reason as she felt her life blood slowly drain from her veins as he claimed her; it only took a minute before she fainted. She woke up in a cushioned white bed a few days later with a newspaper on the secretary; the one which proclaimed her death. He did not tell her himself.

Kaoru frowned not wishing to recall anything more from all those years ago, but with a small smile she remembered one last fact: from that moment on she would do everything in her power to die, even if it was just to spite the one she loved; to show him that he would never hold power over her.

Never once had she succeeded yet.

A/N: Hello, minna-san! I hope you like this very different take on a Kaoru/Kenshin vampire fic. I have to admit I got tired of seeing the same clichés over and over again, even if they are awesomely good.

Now I'm not saying that clichés are bad, in fact I love them. I just wanted to see something different, and this plot to me (having Kaoru want to die because she is a vampire) is something I have never seen before. If I' am wrong please tell me, because I don't want to be sued for taking another person's story or anything.

Well if you have any flames (Oh please, God, no! Lol), or comments just review. Well please review anyway, I like them. And yes, I know, I have a bunch of grammar mistakes, so if anyone is up to the job of being my beta-reader then just ask. Please.

Where she may go,
Do not travel.
For hers is the path that few may see.

- Felix02