Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampire ❯ Chapter 1

Authur: Well, the Saiya has thought up something new ^^ WEEEE. I've been working on this for a while on the down low, and now I want to post. ^^ Want some feedback on it. I'm posting the first chapt. to test it out, to see if I really want to continue or not. So!!! I hope ya like it!

I watched my prey from afar. So beautiful…and delicious. I licked my lips in anticipation. I could hear her heart beat thumping in my ears. The blood flowing through her veins, such a beautiful sound; music to my ears.

I licked my lips again, eyes flashing yellow in hunger. A deep hunger that needs to be satisfied quickly. I moved in a rapid pace, faster than a human eye can catch, such speed, no one can comprehend. Within a blink of an eye, I was right behind the girl.

My arms snaked its way around her, crushing her supple body close to mine. I can smell the shampoo in her blonde locks of hair, a faint smell of exotic strawberries. I nuzzled my face into her neck, feeling every fiber of her being tense up. I could smell the fear that radiated off her body. Something that sent shivers of excitement up my spine.

But this was a different kind of excitement. One where you make a mortal yours, into a vampire like myself. I brought my lips to her ear, lightly nibbling on it. She stiffened, causing me to smirk. I started to kiss behind her ears before I brought it back to where I was.

"You thought you could get away from me?" I asked, running my hand up and down her thigh, feeling her shudder beneath my cold hands.

"You can't escape me, you will never escape me. I'm everywhere watching you,"

I kissed her neck, feeling the blood moving beneath my lips. I was starting to loose control. I wanted her so bad; I was starting to go crazy. The girl was trembling now, body visibly shaking. I smiled; she really thought I was going to kill her. I brought my lips back to her ear again.

"Why are you shaking my dear? You act as if I'm going to kill you," I replied, nipping at her ear. The blonde headed girl was starting to breath heavily, her heart pounding against her chest.

"No, I wouldn't kill you. You're just too precious for that. I have something better than that," I replied. Before the blonde headed girl could think; I sank my sharp teeth in to her neck.

*BEEP! * *BEEP! *

A beautiful blonde headed girl groggily opened her dark blue weary eyes. She groaned, hearing the irritating noise that the alarm clock made. Constantly beeping, seemingly was getting a kick out of annoying the one in the bed. She turned over from lying on her stomach, covering her face with her pillow. Growling under her breath, the pillow not helping her at all.

Throwing off the pillow from her face, blood shot red eyes glaring daggers upon the evil clock. She used her hand and grabbed the clock, yanking its cord from the wall and tossing it across the room. She smiled, hearing the loud smash and clatter to the floor the poor clock made. She lied back down, with a sigh of relief.

She groaned, hearing her phone ring. She tried to ignore it, but found that she couldn't. She turned towards the phone, ripping it off of the receiver, violently putting it to her ear.

"WHAT!?,"

"Oh…hi Diamond,"

"No I did not toss my clock again," she momentarily looked towards the evil clock she killed, actually feeling bad for it, as well for the other 30 that suffered the same fate. Her attention went back to her conversation, suddenly rolling her eyes, "Of course I'm not still in the bed,"

"What am I doing? Um…heading towards the shower,"

Sighing in annoyance, "Seriously Diamond, I was heading towards the shower,"

"Ok, I'll see you in about 30 minutes."

"Yea…bye,"

She hung up the phone, lied back down and covered her face with her hands. "Why the hell does work have to start so damn early!?," she murmured, before rolling out of the bed. Her feet lightly padded along her hard wooden bedroom floor, walking over clothing and other junk tossed absentmindedly on the floor. She went into the bathroom, immediately turning on the water in the shower. Steam immediately began to rise, giving the room a romantic misty affect.

She stripped off her boxer shorts and tank top, standing nude. She turned towards the door, blushing slightly, seeing that her fiancé was standing in the doorway with a devious grin. She covered her body as much as she could with her arms, still body shy towards her lover.

"Trunks, will you please go away!"

The lavender haired, dark blue eyes man grinned, stepping into the bathroom. His eyes seemed to light up even more as his lover's blushing became a deeper red with each passing second. He moved even closer to her, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her back against his muscled chest. Serena squealed, trying to move his wandering hands.

"Trunks let go! I have to go to work!"

He slightly pouted, removing his hands that had somehow found its way to her breasts, and resting them onto her petite waist.

"Must you go now love?" A whining tone hinted in his voice, as he kissed along her neck. A familiar heat began to form between her legs, causing her to lean back into Trunks's embrace with a light groan.

"Don't do this to me Trunks. I have to go!"

Trunks ignored her pleas and continued his onslaught of kisses. He suddenly stopped, spotting something on her neck. He leaned back slightly, tilting Serena's head to the side by the chin. He examined two small punctures on the side of her neck, and two small trails of dried blood coursed a little ways down her neck. He gently touched it, seeing a hint of a bruise around the punctures. He felt Serena suck in her breath and moan in pain lightly.

"Serena, where did you get that?" he asked, examining her closely, seeing red teeth marks and hickeys on her neck that he didn't give her.

She frowned in confusion, "Get what?"

She looked into the mirror that was slightly fogged, still able to see herself quite well. She looked and examined her neck, seeing the two puncture holes, the bite marks and the blood. She looked into the mirror to see Trunks, to see the frowning look of worry and anger.

Suddenly, the memory of what happened the night before struck her head like a whiplash. Seeing the figure following her, grabbing her from behind and caressing her and kissing her along the neck, nibbling onto her ears and then…

She shook her head, riding the memories from her mind. Trunks looked down at her with a look of worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She shook her head again slightly, "Nothing's wrong," she paused, wondering if she should tell Trunks of what had happened. She decided against it, considering that she wasn't sure about the whole situation herself.

"And I don't know how I got this," Trunks sensed that she was hiding something, but decided not to interrogate her because of the deeply confused look she held in her eyes. He knew his lover well, and knew that she would come to him eventually.

"Ok," he replied, then kissed her on the cheek and headed towards the door. He stopped when he reached the door and turned towards her.

"You better clean that up before it gets infected," With that, he walked out the door and closed the door behind him.

Serena sighed, a feeling of guilt washing through her like a tidal wave. She groaned and made her way to the shower, hoping the relaxing heat would wash away the guilty feeling, but to no avail.

Once done with her shower, she turned off the water, grabbing a towel on her way out, She wrapped the large white towel around her soaked nude body, quickly glancing towards the door, making sure that her fiancé wasn't there. She sighed with relief and moved towards her sink. She used her hands to un-fog the mirror. She used another towel and dried out her hair, then took a comb and started running it through her long tresses.

When she was done, she looked into the mirror, examining her neck, seeing the two puncture marks; minus the blood, and the red imprints of teeth marks along her neck that were forming into bruises. She lightly touched it, wincing when small jolts of pain went though her.

She examined her face, noticing that it was paler then usual. Her mind went towards the figure that had attacked her the night before. She was thinking over the figure's features, her mind drawing a blank. She never saw the figure's face.

She lightly touched the two puncture marks on the side of her neck, 'could it have been a vampire?"

She frowned, berating herself for such a stupid thought, "There's no such things as vampires," she mumbled under her breath, with a small chuckle.

Her smile quickly vanished, "But how does it explain the bite marks?"

Her question was left unanswered, as she took some peroxide out of the bathroom medicine cabinet. She put a small amount on a washcloth that lied on the sink. She placed it against her wound and nearly screamed in pain as an intense burning sensation soared through her entire body.

She threw the cloth onto the floor, looking down at it with wide eyes, a hand against her neck. "My God!!" she exclaimed. She felt little dabs of tears well up in the corner of her eyes. "Goddamn that hurt."

She tightened her towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. She wondered where Trunk's was, but was her question was answered by the clanking of pots and pans, and the aroma of food consuming the air. She breathed in the scent with a smile, quickly heading towards her room to get dressed. She hadn't eaten last night and was really hungry.

About 15 minutes later, Serena walked out with a white button down dress shirt, a black skirt that was a little passed her knees. She had her hair pulled back into a high bun, carrying a black leather suitcase in her left hand. She quickly went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, put on some light makeup, and spray on some perfume.

She walked out of the bathroom looking refreshed, a large smile gracing her face. She walked into the kitchen, just as Trunks was serving the food onto two plates. She smiled, walked into the kitchen to grab some orange juice out of the fridge. She brought it over to the table. She poured Trunks a glass as well as herself, and then took a seat.

She quirked an eyebrow, amused by all the food he had on his plate. She couldn't figure out where he put it all, as well as his father who ate just as much as he did, possibly more. As she thought about it, his sister Bra did too. She smiled and turned to her food, her appetite actually diminishing. She frowned, holding her stomach with her right hand.

Trunks looked up, eyes narrowing, "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him, face visibly becoming paler, despite the makeup, "I just lost my appetite,"

Trunks eyed her, "Do you think you coming down with something--getting sick?'

She pushed her plate of food away from her, suddenly becoming nauseous, "I don't know, I just felt fine a moment ago,"

"Well you need to eat something. Just try to eat some,"

She frowned, looking at the well-cooked food with a slight look of disgust. She reluctantly took a hold of the plate, slowly dragging it in front of her. She stared down at the plate full of eggs and bacon as if it was an evil monster. She looked up to her fiancé with her lower lip puckered out. Trunks gave her a stern look, but on the inside he was laughing hysterically, loving how cute she looked at the moment.

"Eat Serena,"

She grumbled under her breath. She picked up a fork, poking at her food until she heard Trunks clear his throat. She scooped up some of it with her fork, staring at the eggs with a look of horror, Trunks using all of his might to hold back his laughter. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard, wishing the eggs would disappear.

What seemed like an eternity, which was more like a minute, she opened her mouth, engulfing the food in. She chewed on it, her face becoming paler and paler. The eggs were like acid, burning her poor tongue. She heaved before she spat the eggs out. Pushing back her chair, it slamming on the floor with a clatter, she took off running into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in the process. The only sound emitting from the concealed room were gagging and heaving, followed by a nauseating splashing of water, to the sound of a toilet flushing.

All was quiet for a few moments. Trunks stared at the closed bathroom door with wide eyes. Suddenly, water could be heard as well as gargling sounds. Serena then exited the bathroom, a hand on her stomach, a very weary look on her face and cheeks flushed, face looking a sickly pale.

Trunks immediately stood from his seat, seeing that his lover was swaying unsteadily on her feet. Her knees buckling beneath her, head dropping, headed for a side table behind her.

Trunks ran towards her, grabbing one of her hands, an arm snaking its way around her waist, her head inches above the edge of the table. He scooped her up into his arms, her head cradled against his chest. He carried her to her bedroom, lying her down on the bed.

She turned onto her stomach, groaning as she did so. Her forehead covered in a light sheen of sweat. Trunks sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through her hair. He brought his lips to her ear. "I'm going to call Diamond and tell him that you're not coming in."

She nodded, closing her eyes as Trunks pulled her blankets up to her chin, her body suddenly wracked with shivers. He kissed her sweat-soaked forehead and headed off towards the phone.

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