Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Soaked and Honor Bound ❯ Chapter 3

Part Three

With the setting of the sun, the creatures of the night stirred from their daytime rest. Owls hooted, bats took wing, rats scurried, wolves howled their lonely cries, and in and around Ohtori Academy, the vampires awakened.

Touga sighed softly to himself, holding out his goblet to one of his pretty little serving girls. There were dozens of them, all sweet young things he had brought here by the force of his will alone. "Fill it up," he ordered her softly.

The nude girl paced towards where Touga was sitting, holding out her arm over the rim of the glass. She took a barber's razor and gently drew it over a barely healed scar. Redness welled up, and then flowed into the glass.

Touga watched the glass fill even as she began to sway in place. She grew pale, and as a last few drops of her precious blood fell, she collapsed limply backwards. He took a small drink from his glass, swirling the liquid around in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste and ignoring the body laying on the floor nearby.

Finally, Touga pretended to notice her, and said to the other girls, "If she's still alive, bandage up her arm. If she's dead, toss her out with the rest." The serving girls dragged her away, leaving a small streak of blood on the floor in their wake.

The mad vampire, Saionji, scrambled out from his corner, lapping at the mess on the clean floor. Touga reached out to pat his filthy mop of hair as he laughingly said, "Good doggie." Saionji whined out his happiness.

But that momentary feeling of pleasure quickly faded, and Touga was left only with his own troubling thoughts.

'It was far too easy,' Touga thought grimly, 'to dominate these cattle. I need to find a new challenge.' He smiled slightly, thinking of Tenjou Utena. 'She's beautiful, so fierce, and her will is as strong as any I have met. No wonder Lord Akio wanted her! If I could take her,' he mused, 'it would be truly glorious.'

"Will you try to take Utena?" the smooth voice asked, almost as if it's owner had read his very thoughts. Touga turned, frowning, to see Juri standing there behind him.

"I haven't decided," Touga lied to her smoothly.

She smiled slightly, "I wouldn't recommend trying it, Kiryuu." Juri smiled, a hint of white fang showing, "I think she'd be too much for you, boy."

He hissed, his own fangs gleaming, but she just laughed, walking away. Saionji tried to stop her, and she kicked him aside like the dog he now was.

Juri strode down the hallway, deep in thought. 'Hopefully, he'll try to attack Utena,' she thought with a grim smile, 'She'll kill him easily, of course, and my primary rival for the ladies of Ohtori will be gone.'



Nanami pressed herself against the wall, trying to get away from him. "Please," she cried out, "you don't want to do this!"

Tsuwabuki just smiled at her, his white fangs gleaming in the lamp light. "I'll take care of you, Nanami," he sighed out to her dreamily, "just like your brother. I'll keep you safe." He took another half step forward, his eyes gleaming madly.

Tsuwabuki's school uniform was shabby, badly torn, far different than how he had once looked. But what he was now had very little in common with what he had once been, the handsome young boy with the bright future ahead.

"No," Nanami softly whimpered, almost trying to go through the wall itself to attempt to get away from the vampire.

A startled look passed over his face, and Nanami cried out as something burst out of his chest, spraying her with foul smelling gore.

"Sorry," Utena said, using the flagpole she stabbed him with to pin the small boy's writhing body down to the floor. She knelt, staked the creature's heart, and he stopped struggling. Utena looked up, seeing the shell shocked look on the young girl's face. It was something she had grown used to seeing, here at Ohtori.

Nanami spat several times, trying to get something out of her mouth. "He used to be a nice kid," she said softly, a tear trickling down as she looked at the boy's body.

Utena noticed that some of the gore covering Nanami had gotten into her mouth, too. "Better wash out your mouth when you shower," she advised her, picking up Tsuwabuki and putting him over her shoulder. 'I don't know if you can become a vampire accidentally swallowing the blood,' she thought, 'and I don't want to find out.'

It didn't take Utena much time to gather the firewood. She did it with as much dignity as she could manage, giving poor Tsuwabuki a silent prayer before she set his remains ablaze. She watched the flames, the body becoming ash, lost in her own troubling thoughts.

"Poor child," Utena heard a woman say from just a little ways behind her, "I don't think he was ever suited to this life."

Utena quickly turned around to see Juri standing there, looking into the fire thoughtfully. The rising flames lit up her orange hair, and seemed to give the color of life back to her bone pale skin. She looked beautiful standing there in the firelight.

Utena toyed with the stake she held in her hand. "Something I can do for you, Juri?" she asked her softly, ready for any attack that she might bring.

"I'd like to help you, Utena," Juri said to her pleasantly. She took a careful step towards her, smiling, and a strange scent seemed to waft over towards her, a sweetness in the air that made Utena's teeth ache to be used.

"How can you help me?" Utena asked, trying hard to concentrate. That scent, it was so familiar, she should know it!

"You need to accept who you are," Juri answered her softly, reaching out to stroke at Utena's cheek. Utena's eyes widened as she saw a streak of dark red along Juri's wrist, a stain slowly spreading up her pale arm.

Suddenly she remembered where she had smelled that before, from when she fed from Akio the very first time. The sweet scent of a vampire's blood, being freely given. "What are you doing?" she asked Juri softly, her extended fangs making speech difficult.

"A sharing," Juri said, stepping up to Utena to whisper softly into her ear. She felt Juri's cool body pressed against her own, she scent nearly overwhelming, as Juri said, "Will you take my blood, Utena, so that I may take yours?"

Utena turned and fled, but Juri followed her closely, over the roofs to the abandoned dorm, and to Utena's silent bedroom. Juri stood at the doorway, smiling at her, as a shaking Utena fought the hunger that surged through her. A hunger for what Juri offered her.

"Leave me alone!" Utena cried out, knowing that Juri could not come into the room unless Utena herself chose to invite her in.

Juri smiled sadly, shaking her head back and forth. "How you deny yourself, Tenjou," she whispered, the softness of her voice making Utena listen all the harder, "We are both so alone, you and I." She smiled, a single red tear trickling down her face and firing Utena's hunger even more. "Could we be together, just for tonight? To not be so alone, anymore?" she asked.

Juri extended her hand, a bit of her blood pooling in her palm, the scent making Utena's head spin. 'It doesn't have to mean anything,' Utena thought, even as she said aloud, "Come inside."

Juri was upon Utena in only a moment, pressing the pooled blood to her lips, then kissing her fiercely. The blood they passed back and forth between them just seemed to make the fevered kisses all the sweeter.

Utena felt the cut wrist pushed to her own lips, even as Juri drew Utena's wrist up to the wet heat of her own mouth. The taste of Juri was indescribable, sweet wine one moment, brandy maybe, then it simply dissolved into a mix of pure pleasure. They fell as one to Utena's bed, their bodies tangling together on top of the covers.

'Now,' Juri thought shortly before the pleasure whipped away all her rationality, 'now you're mine at last, sweet Utena.' Then she simply surrendered to the feelings washing over her.



Early in the morning, Utena stood alone by her window, looking out into the darkness that lingered here before the dawn. The naked young woman looked down at her wrist, the now fully healed wound a soft pink, and licked at her lips. A little bit of the sweetness she had tasted still lingered there, to tease her memory.

She walked over to her bed, looking down at the red stained sheets before violently tearing the bloody sheets right off the mattress. She concentrated on what she was doing, trying not to let herself think about what she had done tonight. 'Or how much I enjoyed tonight,' Utena admitted to herself with a soft sigh.

What Juri had said to her when she was leaving still lingered in her mind.

"When you're ready to accept what you are," Juri had said to her with a little smile, "come to me." A smile stretched Juri's blood red lips as she seductively vowed, "I'll show you pleasures that would make tonight seem like nothing."

Utena could feel the heaviness in her limbs, a cue that dawn was coming soon. She closed up the shutters, laying down on the bare bed for her day's rest. As she eyes closed, strangely, she found herself thinking about Anthy.

It was only an hour after dawn when it was found, sprawled out in one of the gardens. The girl's nude body was pale, drained of it's blood, and wounds made by a blade marked her arms. Most were long healed, but one still oozed a bit of pink.

Anthy knelt down, examining the body. The vampire hadn't chosen to bite, making his servant bleed herself for him, preventing the spread of the vampire curse. There was a smile on the dead girl's face, as if she had been happy to give of herself.

A piece of paper lay nearby, slightly stained by the little blood that had remained in her. Anthy picked it up to read, and a muscle in her jaw jumped in anger.

"Tenjou Utena," it read in elegant script, "Stop me if you can." And underneath, it was signed simply "Kiryuu Touga."