M Scarlet in the Rising Moon

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The clicking rang in Remilia ears as she watched the second hand neared it’s starting point once again, as she did for the last twelve times it happened. It was almost six o’clock pm; feeding time. Her attention was divide on counting the minutes by under the saccharine scene of pipe cleaner stars hung from the ceiling, and the once robin egg blue walls slathered with black construction paper. Each sheet drawn with crayon scratches doodled across them with every conceivable fantasy that could spring forth from the mind of children. The young vampire looked up from her desk secluded in the farthest corner to the others, many young ones strewn about the rubber floor in play. The only oddities about this playroom was the thick black curtain separating the room from the other half of it and the radiant sun from those deemed “light sensitive” by the Supernatural Persons Support Agency.

The SPSA held a respectable if not respected duty to integrate inhuman civilians into the ranks of civilized company, rather than let them rampage or prey on more “normal” people. Part of this function was running orphanages such as this one; for those abandoned when their monstrous state was revealed or merely left without guardians by some sad act of fate (or man). Remilia and her sister were quite acquainted with the organization, since she had been in their patronage for the past five centuries. An accomplishment on their part to survive that long, she guessed. Those years blurred together like melted stained glass, painted by disappoint.

Who wanted an eternally young vampire?

The clock finally struck six, and Remilia got up from her seat before anyone else could. A smaller door was opened by one of the many caretakers, forced to stupe under the frame as she announced dinner. Out of the whimsical door was a far more mundane hallway, drab and utilitarian. For most, they’d be taken in single file by rope train to the cafeteria. For the vampire and some like her, she would be led towards the medical bay to pick up her actual meal.

As she waited in line at the pick up window as she did so many times before, fiddling at the white dress she was adorned with. She had gotten it as part of some donation, it was a elegant and beautiful, if plain. Barring a few splashes where dried blood that couldn’t come out.

Once it got to her turn, she tapped the the countertop and looked up at the pharmacist. A Mr. Bato. A thankfully straightforward man who took his job more seriously than anything else in his life. Which meant he handed her the bag of blood before he started cracking wise.

“Another cold one on the house” He said as small vampire unraveled the little hose. Finally, a use for AB+.

“I don’t like it cold” Remilia whined, taking a little sip. Right from the freezer. A sour grimace rippled across her face, but she suckled at it anyway. She stepped out of the way to let the next person go, a full grown harpy looking for her insulin.

“Well, there’s two ways you’re getting it warm: You microwave it, and you know what happened the last time, and the second way gets you thrown in the dungeon.” He rebuked the complaint after handing out the medicine. Remilia pouted at such an inconvenience and kept on drinking the vitae with only mild fuss.

“Can I visit my sister?” she eventually asked. An awkward silence fell upon the two, with Mr Bato suddenly unable to see the vampire eye to eye.

“Your sister is not… ready for visitors today.”

“I want to visit my sister” Remilia said, her voice clear and forceful, each word punctuated. It couldn’t be a threat, the perpetual ten year old had no power in this place. But there was a strength in character that rarely shown in the last half millenia. Enough that her hands clasping the blood bag tightened, a little dripping from the vampire’s mouth and onto her white dress.

Mr Bato was phased, but ultimately his oath won out.

“You can try again tomorrow, but tonight she needs rest.”

Remilia sighed, only betraying some of the frustration gnawing at her heart. She rolled the half finished blood bag and headed back towards the more child friendly part of the building.

“Hey, don’t forget to finish it” She heard him call back. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head, although she had no place to argue.

“I’m a light eater” She grumbled aloud, placing her fingers over her collarbones and waltzing off.
 

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The night of Arcadia always had a romantic ambiance to it, magical stones shining through beautifully sculpted lamps regularly planted along the winding flagstone streets. As the sun finished it’s travel over the horizon, the night sky was accompanied by the flickering of lights from the windows across every avenue. It gave the city a brilliant look, throwing sharp shadows across the architecture with sparkles scattered across the skyline, like gems deep the mine. The floating isle that accented the sky were the most brilliant, their underbelly arrayed with blinking, red warning lights for any night time flyer. But it was the buildings that paled all else, the monuments to power and glory that cast a holy aura around them from the night above. The integrated forests wished to keep their connection to the natural world and had yet to yield, but still contained a ghostly luminescence as fae lights danced amongst the branches.

The city of lights was a breathtaking display, a gift to those returning from the late afternoon on business or merely avoiding the call to dream land. For Remilia, it was a small brightness to an otherwise cloudy composition. She was on the way to her last stop, a bookshop on one of the higher streets that still ran even this late. Her desperation was getting the best of her, hands balled into fists and her little feet stomping with each step. Already a spectacle with her bat wings out in the open, it was hard to not notice the discontent in her motions, and thankfully or all parties the other bystanders enjoying the cool air kept their distance. And for once the vampire was fine with that.

The book store was a quaint little place, squished between two side streets that might had been missed were it not for the sign. The facade outside presented faded stone bricks, an arch over the main door decorated in images of philosophers, and lancet windows on the second floor to create an illusion of the vaunted vaults of knowledge that rose over the city on the magical isles of the sky. An illusion casted away by a poster on the storefront window advertising the newest trashy novel of the forbidden love between a naga and a dullahan. Remilia paused at the door to regard the poster before concluding that she just did not get some people’s tastes.

Inside the business was much more modern, clean shelves with books organized according to sales spreadsheets, tables and chairs in one corner where some aspiring beatniks drank deeply from cups of cheap coffee, and a cheery cashier who’s amiable performance complimented the hidden despair of her gaze into the yawning chasm of teenage malaise. Her concentration on her growing obsoletion was broken by the arrival of a small child in white. Remilia’s walked to the counter, trying to not be distracted by the rack of comic books near the front, and stood defiantly in front of the clerk.

“Why hello there, miss” the cashier leaned down, her voice raised slightly and bubbly as if to be gentle on some young child’s world. “Are you looking for something? We have a coloring book section in the back” The vampire was less than impressed by assumption of her age and simply let silence settle in as the clerk slowly realised that the wings on Remilia’s back were not for show. As cognizance struck the teen with growing horror on her face, Remilia went in and raised the classifieds she was carrying in her hand.

“I’m here for the job opening” She bluntly said, pointing at one of the few advertisements that had not yet been cross off by red marker. “Here’s my resume” She reached into a cardboard tube she had stuffed in her pocket and slipped a bundle of papers stapled together, one of many copies. “You might want to get the manager”

The clerk scurried away into a back room with the vampire’s resume, leaving the undead child alone with the customers. Despite not leaving her spot, her only movement a gentle rocking on the balls of her feet, an air of unease hung over the room like miasma. The humans watched the winged monster from the corner of their eyes. By the time the manager arrived on the scene, the store was a little emptier than when Remilia first arrived.

The manager was a wizened and pale man who’s short stature almost made him the size of Remilia from his terrible posture. Remi tried her best to not count the liver spots on his balding head and stare the man in the eyes.

“So, you’re here for the opening?” he ask, nervousness in his voice as he pulled his glasses from pocket in his violet vest.

“I believe my skill set and experience would be an invaluable asset for you” Remilia pitched, making an elegant curtsy to add to her grace with words. It also helped to hide her desperation, as the first two businesses had rejected her outright and the third didn’t even allow her through the door.

“And you’re… a vampire” A familiar wariness snaked through the man’s voice, his eyes watching the undead girl with a mix of muted fear and stern disapproval.

“I can assure you that I am a productive member of society. The SPSA can vouch for me on that.

“It seems you’ve been only had a few months at your previous job. Was there any particular reason?” He scrutinized the resume, and likely found a recurring pattern of that same problem. Remilia could feel her cool start to break, but her will and pride refused to be so easily thrown aside again.

“We had disagreements with my future with the business and I left” In truth, if it was not her leaving in disgust at base manual labor that failed to challenge her, it was often the inner politics of her fellow employees and ostracized before being forced to voluntarily resign. It did not sit well with the store owner and shook his head as he made his mind.

“Unfortunate, I don’t need another night worker.”

“But, I can be a great guard” Remila’s was shook, she didn’t need precondition to see this was falling apart “I can do deliveries, I can organize the books in a snap” Her voice was breaking and her temper was rising. Her fists balled up as she pierced her own skin with her nails and in a moment of frustration she stomped her foot into the carpet “Don’t ignore me!”

Dread rolled over the body of the vampire as she realized her mistake, her break in character dashed another opportunity. She tried to reign in her charisma in some attempt to recover the deal, but as she looked back up into the old man’s eye she could see the same pity that defined her life. She was divided between her needs and her pride, not wanting to accept anything out of charity yet she could not ignore the stakes she was in.

“Just,” She adjusted her white dress, tilting her head and giving wide and innocent eyes to smooth over her previous outburst, “call my number if you reconsider, okay?”

“I will” the man said, but it failed to relieve the heartache in Remilia’s chest “Is there anything else?”

Remilia blinked as her mind ticked through her priorities, before resting back on the image of her sister back at the orphanage. She let out a sigh as guilt gnawed at her and she picked her coin purse from it’s prison.

“How much is a coloring book?”
 

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The walk back to the orphanage left Remilia with a comfortable few hours before day break, the chill night air a welcome respite from an otherwise disappointing night. The vampire was alone at this hour. Any other creature of the night had concluded their business before inquisitive sorts started asking questions and brandished pitchforks. The path she walked had been slowly smoothed down by time’s crawling entropy, but the child still liked to muse that it was she who had carved these grooves into the pavement over years of traveling. She would then sign in resignation, surrendering to the notion that she wasn’t quite so important as her ego desired.

As she made the last turn before the wrought iron gates of the SPSA center, her eyes caught something across the wall on the street parallel to the one she walked. That wall had always been the subject of talks for projects amongst volunteers, hoping to show acceptance and peace in a mural to touch the heart of passersbys. Such dreams often yielded to the realities of busy schedules and budget restraints, and few people were willing to spend more than what their community service expected of them.

But today someone had finally taken the task into their own hands. A toxic yellow and black was sprayed into bold stencil on the concrete wall, declaring it’s content and intention clear as the noon sun.

“Monster” Remilia repeated to herself in an unimpressed tone, staring down the offending wall to no avail. Regardless of whatever under-breath curse she would have spoken, the offending graffiti would still be there.

She turned back at the futile, if stinging gesture, towards her home only to see it was not merely one act of vandalism to befall the Victorian manor turned humanitarian effort: One of the windows had been smashed in with a well thrown object, a janitor stooped over the evidence of the brazen attack with a brush and pan. A small effort to restore normality. But short of the ability to stop time it was unlikely the window would be repaired by morning. The damage would be seen and the statement made. Remilia sighed at these boorish tactics and walked inside.

At the front desk a tall elf tasked herself to the operations of the building, her eternal beauty offset by small creases of stress. Miss Opalthrone had been here almost as long as Remilia has, having dedicated her life to helping those of less fortunate fates. Not without hindrance or harm The vampire knew those who volunteered here would soon find their lives made unbearable by hostile forces, lack of reward, and the knowledge that advancement would only come from leaving. Should Remilia ever meet someone who told her elves did not age, Miss Opalthrone was her best argument against.

“Good Morning, Miss Opalthrone” Remilia greeted, standing up on her tippy toes to rest her chin on the counter. She had to look up to see anything above the enormous desk, an impressive display that many joked could stop a bullet. Remilia now wondered if perhaps that was the intent.

“Oh!” The secretary was slightly jolted from her bureaucratic concerns. “Hello Remilia. Done with your rounds already?” she asked. But it seemed only as a polite gesture, as her attention was scattered across a hundred different problems. Particularly the one judging her from across the street. Remilia looked back from the desk to the broken window, the vandalisation outside staring at the two of them and any others that walked in these halls.

“Don’t mind the mess,” Oralthrone downplayed the act of violence with a wave of her hand, “it’ll be clean soon enough, and we’ll laugh it off like everything else” The vampire did not share the elf’s saccharine optimism. It was clear to her this was a deliberate action, and one not easily swept into a bin. Remilia shrugged as her own machinations focused on more personal business.

“Is Mister Bato awake yet? He said he’d let me see Flandre when I got back” She lied in her cutesy voice, putting on a downer’s face as if to see her sister would be the only thing that would make her happy in her life.

It was not be far from the truth.
 

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The far wing of the old mansion was an aging passage through the back of the building’s property, rarely visited and never open to the public. That was to no surprise for the little vampire as she paced down it behind her guide. Wallpaper peeled and discolored at the edges, the wood scuffed and lost its luster, giving the walls a look that reminded Remilia of a wasp hive. The decorum was sparse, and what was there was the playthings of rats. It lacked the storied majesty of the orphanage and foyer, or the utilitarian cleanliness of the medical center. Even the people who worked in this section were worn and slowly falling apart. The architecture was neglected and abandoned; much like the patients who were placed in it’s rooms.

Rumors were rampant about the place, it’s already ghastly appearance occasionally marred by strange stains invited others to spin theories and ghost stories. The mansion’s old family had been particularly cruel to it’s servants, their malice bled into the walls themselves. Or perhaps it was haunted by the spirits of previous tenants, left with unresolved business. Maybe it was the demonic presence of so many monsters in one place, warping the halls with concentrated evil.

Remilia was more bored than frightened of the prattle between the staff. Could they not come up with something more original with the time they clearly weren’t using cleaning up the place. How about the story of two wayward ghosts in love, lost in the labyrinthine halls, calling out or leaving signs for each other but never able to meet. Not that this place was very labyrinth like. The vampire sighed wistfully as she imagine just how much better this place would be if it was under her control. Peerless maids, a grand library, maze like corridors filled with treasures, and a beautiful shade of red....

But she snapped out of it as she ran into the back of her guide, the two stopped in front of a reinforced door where the most violent of rumors spawned. Tales of screams of pain and gore splattered, broken toys and crying that froze the soul. This was Remilia’s destination: The room of her younger sister, Flandre.

“So what her deal? She shows up every week or so” Remilia heard just at the range of the night creature’s hearing. A slightly older man who’s light tremor in his voice betrayed a desperation and fear not yet ground down by long shifts in the dead of night.

“Who cares? She’s a vampire, vampires do weird things” A teenage, feminine voice answers, not attempting to hide her voice like the other. She seemed to think herself above this place, distant to the subject. Probably here for academy credits.

“But what monster would turn someone so young? I think they might be some form of experiment.” The older man gabbed. “The one in the vault is the one that came out wrong”

“Some sicko, that’s who” The teen’s feigned disinterest slipped to indulge in her co-worker’s delusions “Probably got lured into an alleyway for a lollipop”

“Chocolate bar, actually” Remilia said, her voice just loud enough to carry to the two busybodies. She’s silent for a moment, enough to give doubt to settle in that they heard nothing, before sharply turning her head to them. Her blood red eyes pierced into the two minders with judgement that clashed with her stoic tone. Her words almost fell out of her mouth than projected, yet still held a force that it could be no one but those two she was speaking to.

“I remember it well: The book said we could have our greatest wish, if only we completed the ritual” Now her entire body was faced square at them, her hands held daintily one over the other “I could still smell the blood as we drew it into a circle on those old wood floors” One finger followed the motion “Flandre had asked for the chocolate, a perfect thing that would sate her empty stomach and tired mind. But I had asked to play with my sister forever for my soul. Our bodies were changed, the hammering pain as our new teeth grew in. Our forms twisted hideously in that abandoned cupboard. And when Flan took a bite, she tasted nothing but ash”. In all that time, she slowly neared the two, small steps that punctuated each detail. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for them.

“Broke her heart in an instant. Her mind as well. Such a sad thing, wouldn’t you agree?” She asked, giving a broad smile that showed her wicked fangs in full.

“Remilia, don’t stray too far” her guide did not even look up to the vampire’s antics. The child knew he was much too accustomed to it, and she just turned back, quiet;u giggling to herself. As she heard two pair of footsteps sprint off, she just wondered what rumors would spawn about her.
 

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There was one thing the two magpies were right about: the room she was walking into was vault like, its door an armored barrier meant to survive the worst thrown at it. In this case, the worst by whomever laid behind the armor plating. As Remilia waited for her guide to set in the last tumbler and unlatch the massive bolts holding the reinforced door, Remilia pulled the coloring book from out of her carry bag, uncrickling it as best as she could as she smoothed the paper between her fingers. She looked up once the steel bulk groaned as it moved from its frame, revealing the second door behind it. There was only standing room big enough for a single person to stand between them. The inter door was cracked and warped, intense heat and overwhelming power forced many repairs over the years. It gave it an almost Frankenstein’s monster like appearance: an impenetrable body, roughly held together, hiding a gentle soul of immeasurable power.

The vault door behind her slowly closed, the bolts let out a resounding clang as they slid securely into place, Remilia squeezed between the doors briefly before a muffled tap against the steel armor behind her signaled her permission to move on. The eternally young vampire looked to the door handle in the darkness, the only light coming through a slit in the door before her, and she opened to a sight she had seen many times before.

A child’s room, a playful atmosphere hiding the broken foundations around it. The wall paper hastily slapped up, slightly skewed with a few wrinkles here and there, each of them poorly flatten then ripped out, streaks of the older wall showed underneath. Toys and games were scattered about in an organized mess, some archaic system built around the teddy bears and raggedy anns. Many of them were torn asunder and smashed, the trash can filled with stuffing while the deflated bodies laid upon their final resting place. The bed was a cutesy pink, and was the one thing here that was left completely intact beyond the horrible sin committed against it: an overflowing of ribbons tied to the four posts.

But the object of Remilia’s being here, the calm in the young vampire’s storm and perhaps the only reason the girl had not burned this orphanage down decades ago, was her younger sister: Flandre. A brilliant blond, the younger sister’s frame was thinner and yet more robust. Certainly more disorganized, giving her an almost “scrappy” and playful look compared to the prim and organized Remilia. Something the blueish haired vampire was immensely jealous of sometimes.

Flandre eyes rolled towards the guest from, laying upside down nestled up to one of the corners. She was kicking the back of her feet against the wall in a display of complete boredom, the spot she was sitting at barred two small dents where the kicking met the wall. Worn from years of being the small child’s favorite corner. Boredom was a constant threat to the integrity of the room.

So it was both the highlight of Remilia’s day and several hundred dollars saved when the younger’s face beamed at the welcome arrival of her sister.

“Remi!” Shouted Flandre as she flipped over her back to her feet, before pouncing onto the other vampire girl. The jingle of little bits of jewelry filled the air as the fake crystals that hung from the blond’s emaciated wings. Though nearly toppled over from such a forceful hug, Remilia smiled at the brightness coming from her sister, giving a loving hug return and only braced herself a little.

“It’s good to see you too, Flandre” Remilia answered as the two embrace for a moment, before the blueish haired vampire tried to turn in the younger sister’s grasp to save the coloring book. To her chagrin, it failed to survive through the roughness of the glomp, and now sported a hefty crease down the middle. So much for that, she thought, but handed the gift over to the isolated child “I got you something.”

“Oh!” Flandre cried out as she saw it, releasing her grip on the older child to take the book. “Thank you” She says, gratefulness in her voice but a quick look in her eyes side betrayed a gloominess. She took the coloring book to the side, stacking it onto the others given before it.

“I’ve been doing good” Remilia would be quick to change switch gears, taking a seat on the bed. It was the most intact piece of furniture in the room, a low bar to cross as Remilia sunk deep into the mattress that had been ravaged by Flandre’s attempts to touch the ceiling without flying. “I’ve got myself a good prospect next night, a merchant that goes all across Erde Nona. I think someone of my charisma could get a position in his caravan, and in a few months I could be running the whole joint” She bragged, bringing an air of confidence.

Flandre pouted a little as she saw through her sister’s bravado, taking a seat next to her on the bed before the pout turned to a smug grin.

“I’m sure they’ll need someone who's great at talking about themselves” Flandre teased, ribbing her older sister for her self aggrandizing. Remila’s reaction was to pout to the jab, but a build up of today’s dissatisfaction welled in her chest and she had no answer. Any witticism died in her throat and the blue haired vampire fell back to lay upon the bed in resignation.

The pause was long a dreary, and Flandre’s smirk slowly faded away as she saw her sister’s dismay.

“I’m doing this for you, you know.” Remilia finally answered, punctuated with a sigh. Flandre nodded, understanding the effort Remilia had been going through for almost 500 years. But more importantly, the blonde knew there was something she could do for her older sis.

“Want to jump on the bed?” Flan asks, a bigger smile on her face than before. She knew how to cheer her sis up, and stood up on the bed with unbridled enthusiasm.

Remilia turned her head to look up at her younger sister. It was childish, irresponsible, and mindless; but as a smile spread across her face as well she knew that being far away from the day’s failures was what she needed.

“I’ll touch the ceiling first!” She proclaimed as she got to her feet.

“Nuh-uh!” Flandre laughed in stride.

Hours later, when Remilia was finally retrieved, she left with no regrets on her face. Even when she was reproached by the staff for lying about having permission to see her sister, a smile never left her face.

Tomorrow was much more on her mind.
 

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The next night had proven itself to live up to Remilia’s expectations. Once again the tour across the business district was a humiliating disappointment, “help wanted” signs an alluring lie snatched away at Remilia’s coming. Doors turned the eternally young child away; her reputation preceded her and left her once again stranded at the street road with nothing to show for her efforts. Even her best hope, a merchant she had spoken of to Flandre, made it abundantly clear that Remilia would have been more of a risk to his profits than a benefit. By the end of that run, she couldn’t have disagreed.

The situation was only made worse as her search had been forced to end early that night, as dark overcast clouds forewarned a heavy rain. Being wet would be enough for her to escape the approaching downpour; what really scared her was the rain’s effect on the vampire’s unholy body. She would feel a burning where each purifying droplet hit her pale skin, as if acid were poured across her. Worse, as whatever gods decided to scrub her from the world, the rain stole away much of her vampiric power. She would be left little more than a defenseless girl writhing in pain on the street. It was something she was sure to avoid at all costs, though it left her to return home early.

She consoled herself that tonight would be a waste regardless, and sulked back to the orphanage with her sour grapes in tow.

The young vampire watched the clouds, turning into an alleyway only a few blocks away from the orphanage. It was a shortcut she rarely took, as it reeked with garbage and waste and even looking at it made her feel dirty. But a moment of discomfort was better than being caught outside in pure pain. She closed her eyes, pinched her nose, and walked through the grungy path with her mind focused on clean hallways filled with maids and treasure and not trash bags and hobos.

Her lovely fantasy was cut ruthlessly short as the small vampire smashed head first into something. The impact was soft, at the least, bouncing her back to fall on her posterior in embarrassment. She let out a shrill cry before hitting ground, letting out a hurt grunt more in annoyance than any true pain, and she was all ready to shoot a tirade at whatever had the gall to get in front of her.

It turned out to be a person Remilia stumbled upon, as she saw three young adults standing before her in shock. Spray paint cans filled their pockets, one gangly man in the back carried stencils stained black and yellow from previous use. The road block the eternal vampire had blundered into seemed to have been their leader, who was not only larger (both in height and width) but he possessed a face marred with disdain and arrogance where the others were left in surprise.

The undead child realized that she had suddenly found herself in trouble with humans on a mission. The likes of people who had been raised on old stories of heroism. Humans raising against wickedness, beating back the shadows that lurked in the dark. Now, one of those strange shadows had suddenly plopped down before them in a secluded and shadowed passageway. Fate had given them a shot at justice.

“Well, look what we got here,” the large one said, adjusting his rimmed cap to get a better view of the offending creature. The only light filtering in through the narrow by-street was from a street light on the other side of the road, casting the humans in sinister shadow. He had been leading his friends to the area around the so-called “Supernatural Persons Support Agency” to harass the monsters that moved in and out of the lair. To send a message that some people wouldn’t tolerate the monsters. Yesterday had been a stroke of genius. The three had come back to make more mischief, but this opportunity was greater than he could imagine.

Remilia was not so intimidated by this trio as the leader had thought, as she rose without much mind for these humans. The Vampire brushed herself of the filth on her bottom, picked up her things, and started to move once again towards the orphanage. Until the large set man blocked her path again.

“Where are you going, wormfood?” he asked, staring down from his height, bravely stood against such a lowly creature. It was that pride that his friends looked up to, to be firm in a belief against the true danger that besieged this great city. The other two followed his example, and took position by the large man’s sides to bar the undead’s path.

“Home.” Remilia spoke bluntly, a rare moment for her. If this was the vandals from before, she had no interest in being in any sort of close proximity with them, let alone waste words on them. Leave them with their false bravado and delusions of superiority. She had a soft bed to return to and rain to avoid. She held her arm aloft, hand sinking into the portly teen’s stomach as she walked forward, and the delinquent found himself bowled over under the unnatural strength of the child.

“Hey, you can’t just do that, you fucking corpse!” One of the ganglier hooligans shouted, enraged at such blatant disrespect. How dare this walking corpse harm his friend, when she should be grateful she was here at all? He reached out for the carry bag hung on the disinterested vampire, which stopped her in her tracks, and forced the child to turn around.
“Let. Go.” she forced through bared teeth, her fangs shining in the starlight. She did not want to hurt these cretins and give them ammo for their personal crusade. But she was not about to lose what carried her life’s efforts. She tugged back, sending the teen sprawling to the pavement in front of her. Which only angered them more, the skinny one still holding desperately to her bag. “Let go, or I’m going to do something you’ll regret” She added with a balled fist for evidence. If there were so cocksure of their ‘cause’, She’d be happy to prove them wrong.

But whatever scuffle would result was stopped dead in its track as Remilia felt the pitter patter of rain touch her skin. She was shocked, stuck in place as the first droplet hit. A pinprick of unbearable pain seared through her skin, as if a heated needled pointed into her, and she recoiled away. The alleyway offered little protection from the elements as a sudden wind blasted through, loose trash scattering out as the vampire knew it was too late to escape the storm.
 

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Remilia choked down a scream of pain as she tried to pull away again, a rough snap of the strap pulling taunt as she tried to free her bag. To no avail, as the teen was now too frightened to let go. The rain turned to a downpour as the storm barreled across the sky and blanketed the city in life giving water. The vampire was quickly drenched,and the pain became unbearable. Her white dress was soaked, and it felt as if it had become lead. Her feet faltered, the burning across her entire skin made standing a herculean task. She rolled to the wall, hoping for even a moment of sanctuary from the wind and rain, to little avail. Her cries and sobs filled the alleyway, the torturous storm left her unable to compose herself. She felt alone and humiliated to be so weak in front of her assailants.

To see the small girl curled in the fetal position, in clear anguish, was enough for the skinny teen. Whatever anger he held suddenly felt distant and fleeting. He relinquished his hold of the bag, stunned as he watched the vampire writhe. A hand held his shoulder, and he looked up to see his female friend, pulling him up from the slick floor. Content to stand aside during the fight, but now with the stencils in her arms ruined by rain and a feeling of shame in her own heart from the sight, she no longer saw any point in continuing.

But their superior was not so easily placate. No empathy filled him, only a fool’s bravado and this fate of chance could make it past the contempt that wrapped his mind.

“Grab her.” He sternly commanded. It pulled the other two out of their momentary shock, and now stared at their friend with bewilderment. Had he just said that? “Drag her back into the rain, let her feel her sins.”

Now it has become more than just rebellion against perceived injustice. The two could not bare that cruelty, and had lost their nerve.

“Come on, Russel, let's just go home.” The woman pleaded. Though she recognized that neglect would be just as heinous, it would sit better with her. “We did enough, I want to get out of the rain.”

“Don’t you see? We’ve been given this chance!” He shouted over the howling wind, a defiant step forward showed his intent was true. “Show them all we’re not to be pushed around!” His voice grew louder and harsher with each step, threatening to overpower his companions. He was engulfed in this obsession. Everything seemed like it fell into line, this could not have been more a sign. A purpose. But his companions did not seem to share his vision, and after a second of inactivity his face turned from determination to a dark cowl. “Fine then, get out of my way, I’ll do it myself.” He commanded, but merely shoved his way through before getting a response. He roughly gripped Remilia’s shoulder, and yanked her back into the center of the street.

The vampire’s sorrowed flared to rage, her cries of pain turned silent as her teeth gritted together. How dare he? How dare this man make her suffer this indignation and humiliation, to leave her crawling in the mud in torment. Her eye shot up to the man, who dragged her childish body like some ladened sack of meat, and she weakly grabbed onto his shirt.

“Let go.” Was what she could muster, while energy began to gather in her hands. She attempted to form Danmaku, a burst of weak magical energy meant to chase off ne’er-do-wells. Even if she could only make him suffer a fraction that he did to her, it would be worth it. She would not take this without nothing but a whimper. She struggled in his hands, and he turned to look at her. “I said. Let. GO!”

Her fury came with a thrust forward with her palm, multi colored balls of light drowned the alleyway in a technicolor display. Her assailant let go as he was splashed with the magic, disoriented as he felt pain across his body as he stepped back to flee from the vampire’s attack.

In the rain slick hall, the panicked movement was a misstep, his shoes failed to make traction as his leg skid across a puddle, and he found himself flailing towards the ground. A moment of fear ended as the last thing he registered was the feeling of a sharp pain as the corner of a nearby dumpster hit him squarely in the back of the head, and from there all seemed distant and faint before blackness took him.

The other two humans were shocked as they watched their friend’s limp body hit the ground, blood pooling out from the dent in his skull. Shallow breathing may have been recognized over the heavy rains, but their focus was entirely on the murderer in front of them. Remilia no longer slunk away from them, she stood in stark confrontation and a heavy breathing through bared teeth, long fangs bared as the eternally young vampire stood her ground against them. The two saw something in the child’s eyes, something primal and horrid. A darkness, that of an animalistic hunger. Whatever actions they could have done to save their friend was turned away in their minds and fear told them that what they had found was something greater than heroic stories of their past. Instead, what was awoken was the very thing their ancestors cowered from in the night.

Blood. It was all Remilia could think of as she watched the unconscious man before her. Fresh. Warm. A metallic taste filled the air, despite the rain’s best attempt to hamper it. Her body felt wracked with a different kind of pain, more than the drops upon her skin could ever do. A wanting, as if a wasted away stomach rumbled once again since five hundred years. Her leg lurched forward as if on it’s own accord, the vampire’s mind subsumed by this overwhelming need. The rest of her followed, no resistance given as she inched towards the humans. Her mouth opened wider, her tongue licked her lips and fangs as the maddening hunger urged her on. A noise like the last gasp of a dying man lost in thirst escaped her, the smell worsened as more of the life energy spilled onto the pavement. Blood. She needed Blood.

The teens saw the monster come towards them, terror struck their nerves and their screams followed them as they fled home, never to leave their sanctums for the night again.

The vampire towered over the remaining person. Her hands held out like claws, her ragged breath slowed as she waited for some ploy to unfold from her prey. Only the slight struggle of a body attempting to overcome unconsciousness. It was in vain, for in that moment Remilia lunged forward, claws dug deep into man flesh, and she pinned her victim to the wall. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes narrowed as she saw her target, and in a swift motion her fangs sunk into the neck.

It was the sweetest nectar she could have ever tasted, a euphoria overtook her as the warm , red liquid poured down her throat. Remilia was in bliss, the taste deeper and more flavourful than she could have imagined. She had always been a light eater, but tonight she feasted. She wanted every drop. Nothing would be wasted. She was drunk on its taste, even the pouring rain did nothing to deter her. This was no mere sustenance like the packets of blood before had been. This was the life of a human being drained from its heart.

Once she had finally drawn away from the body, she left nothing left and from the meal she felt strength return to her. She stood up within the rain, her face and arms drenched in what blood she could not save. It ran down her, her once white dress now dyed pick in her first true meal. She looked up into the rain, the pain still seared her and yet she would not yield to it.

She picked up her bag, and dredged toward the orphanage again. She had entered that alley way as merely Remilia. She left a Scarlet Devil.
 

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Rina Opalthrone Beifir had lived a long time away from the forest she had called her birth home. Too long had she spent in the lands of men, among it’s fleeting comforts of short lives. Her peers had questioned if she still felt the ebbs of the worlds like she once did, or if her time among monsters had tainted her to the world. Though none of them questioned her skill of the word or her dedication to her cause, Opalthrone was not unaware of the whispers from both her own race and those she considered her coworkers. An Elf who seems to have lost that natural glamour her kind was known for. An “aged” elven maiden.

Opalthrone knew she had softened since she arrived in Arcadia. She dare not admit it, as those she was at odds with would be happy to pry at any weakness. However, It was a sacrifice she was willing to make, as her heart cried to see others in pain. Man, or monster. Though it strained her bonds to her past life and the touch she had to nature, she wouldn’t have made any other choice.

In the dead of this dreaded night, when the unprecedented storm rolled though, something did stir in here. A tinge of something fel. Her dulled sense did feel something, and worry washed over her. Nothing had felt right since clouds had rolled in, as if the weather itself was placed by motions of fate. In that moment, a dark deed was done.

She knew it would be a red dawn. Blood had been spilt this night.

She rose up from her desk, holding the clipboard she was working close to herself. This early in the morning, no movement stirred in the SPSA facility. Nothing beyond the wind whistling through the hastedly boarded broken window. The elf frowned at the remnants of the vandalism, and wade her way towards the remaining intact one window instead. The clacks of her heels punctuated her fear, she mentally fretted as a growing thought pushed its way into her conscience. Remilia had not yet returned from her nightly walk, the same she made every night. Rina had seen the small vampire smile hours earlier in the lobby, loudly proclaiming ‘She had a good feeling about this one.’ The elven activist wondered if the girl had been caught in the downpour; Or worse.

She peered out into the street, the rain still obscured much of the scenery. The clipboard clattered to the ground as she raised her hand to cover a gasp. Before her, leaning upon the gate, a battered Remilia heaved another rasping breath.

Opalthrone threw herself out the door toward the wounded vampire, rain splashing on her face before she retreated back and snatched an umbrella. She was out into the storm with unnatural grace, moving over the little girl to shield her from the storm. Protected from the elements, Remilia collapsed onto the secretary’s leg and clutched on the waist of her dress to keep her from crashing into the stone pathway. She was carried away back into the orphanage, and the vampire let out a gasp of air as the pain slowly rescinded.

“What happened?” Opalthrone asked as she bolted for the first aid kit. Remilia could not answer, her focus was on steady breathing after her herculean crawl out of that forsaken alleyway. The elf reached to her side of the desk, stooping under to grab the medical bag she had kept under there for such emergencies. That’s when she had noticed it. At the tip of her finger tips, where she had touched Remilia’s dress to help her in. A muted red ooze, staining where she touched the bag. Blood.


The slightly warm feeling was unsettling, the metallic smell unmistakable. Rina’s moment of shock led to dread as her mind tried to reason this evidence of some horrid act. She was caught between rationalizing the circumstances of the young vampire and the gnawing fear at the back of her mind. For all her hopes, she was keenly aware that this was human blood on her hands, and that she may be in a room with a dangerous monster.

Remilia could sense the ripple in this scene, everything had become sharper to her. Since the taste of true blood on her lips, it felt as if her mind’s eye was opening and she was sinking into the moment. Each thought came to her in an instant as if lighting stuck through her mind. She smelled the lingering fear from the secretary at the desk, hearing the increasing beat of the elf’s heart as warm blood carried adrenaline to where it was needed. The shadows seemed to deepen, though nothing hid from her eyes, as if the time of a pivotal moment was dawning on her. Her eyes slowly focused on Opalthrone. She had one chance.

Rina’s own eyes wandered toward a bottom shelf of her desk, one unopened in some time. Her hand reached out, hesitating for a moment, then quietly pulled it open. A soft shine of silver peered through the crack, illuminated by the soft lights of the room. An old friend that had traveled with her in a past life. She had hoped to never use it again, certainly not against her charges, but she could not take this lightly. She pulled the sword from it’s hidden place, and hid it behind the bag as she raised to her feet.

“I’m sorry, Remilia, I’ll be right-” Opalthrone looked up from the desk, attempting to temper her voice to avoid any inflection that could reveal her terror, but a flash of lightning through the windows blinded her. She looked away, the thunder roared with the lightning’s passing and she looked back with a slight disorientation. She blinked, letting her eyes and ears adjust, and then she looked to Remilia.

There was only a wet spot on the floor where Remilia once was. Opalthrone glanced around the room, her breath gone as she searched for the enterally young vampire, and only a slight movement revealed the child’s motions. She looked down as she saw the stained dress of Remilia a foot in front of her, staring up at her with predatory eyes, then felt as long nails pierced into her chest.
 

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Lighting struck the sky again as Remilia’s crimson red eyes stared deep into Opalthrone’s own emerald ones, a burning pain searing the elf’s body as long nails dug through her flesh near her heart. The small child slowly dragged her closer together, horrid fangs shining in the pale light of the lobby, and Rina found herself unable to breath as she was pulled closer to the vampire. The pain was unbearable, the feeling of her ribcage threatening to tear from its resting place unlike anything else the elf had felt in her life. She could smell the blood on Remilia’s breath, revealing the fel act that had happened in the night of the storm. Human blood. Terror crept over the elf as she saw none of the joy or childlike wonder in those red iris.

It was fortunate then that Remilia had already had her fill. Although a burning ache across her mind told her to gorge herself more, she had greater things to do that wonton feasting. She was no fool: her crime would be discovered, even if she were to cow the woman in front of her into silence. No, escape was the only option. And she would not leave without everything with her.

“Where is my sister?” Remilia demanded, eyes narrowing in on Opalthrone. She could very well tear through this entire estate searching for her sole, beloved family member, but a feeling at the back of her mind told her that the moment to leave was soon. She did not have time to break every door and wall in this masqueraded prison, much as she wanted.

Rina’s eyes widened. She was well aware of what Remilia could do in this manic state. A hollowing feeling tore through her stomach as her mind reeled with images of Remilia, close companion of five hundred years, over the broken bodies of the elf’s charges. Her grip tightened around the hilt of the sword as tears ran down her cheeks. Her mind was made. The eternally young vampire had not noticed the weapon yet, and she needed the opening.

“She’s-” Rina choked as talking made the wound in her chest scream. Remilia relaxed her iron grip, and the elven maiden could talk once more. “She’s in.” Each breath was a labor “Her room. I can get. The keys. They’re in. Bato’s Office.” Remilia looked deep into Opalthrone’s eyes to see some deceit, but it was the truth. The vampire began to drag the the elf across the floor, the pain keeping her from do much, but the secretary had some else to add:

“Your sister is safe here.” This caused Remilia to stop dead in her tracks, starring deep into the darkness of the halls as the elf spoke. “If you go, I can make sure-”

Remilia’s barred teeth as her face twisted into fury at the elf. How dare she? How dare she? Remilia lifted the woman up and slammed her into the side of the desk, knocking it from its place and driving the nails deeper into the flesh. The undead child had lived an entire life at the whims of others, always pleading, always compromising, and how when she had full power of the situation the woman made demands?. Flesh blood spurted over her arm, defiling her clothes further red, and towers over her hostage.

“I will take my sister. I will leave only when I have her, and we will never come back. Is that understood?!” Remila shouted, the loud crash likely to have already awoken everyone already in the building.

“She still has a chance, Remilia.” Opalthrone stated, her blade getting into position. Her sight swimmed from the pain, her mind fading, but she had to take this opportunity, even if it cost her life.

No she doesn’t, she’s worthless without me! Remilia screamed, and a crack showed itself. “I-” She faltered, realizing what she had said. Spoken drunk on anger and blood, now a sobering moment of realization broke the dam. She walked back, letting go of her prey, looking at her bloody hand “I- I need to be the one to take care of her.”

There was a moment where Opalthrone saw that same young girl, scared and frightened stood there, but a greater good demanded she strike. She surged from her seated position, elven grace pushing her close before Remilia had even noticed, and her sword sang as she swung. The vampire was quick, but Rina had purpose in her step and plunged to kill.

It seemed as if by a trick of fate that Remila had her hand up to block. The blessed sword sliced through the deceased flesh, and where it touched the skin putrefied and peeled, before turning to dust. She turned it off course enough that it only nicked her neck, gout of blood, blacked icour mixed with fresh red painted the sword. The child screamed, the pain paling compared to the rain outside, and she jumped away as Rina went for the back swing. It was enough, though her hand was clamped down on the wound.

The two stood away, both severely wounded. Remilia hissed at her enemy, anger rising again. All this time, she had considered the elf a close companion. Now, the child finds a silver, holy sword aimed at her. Told to trust others, seeing that she was never trusted.

“You’re just another one of them.” Remilia spat, and Rina flinched.

“Go, Remilia. Never return. I will give you that much.” Opalthrone spoke in a level tone. “If you threaten the people here again, I will not hesitate.”

The two were left deadlocked. Remilia knew that even if she overpowered Opalthrone, she would be too wounded to go on, and the sun would soon come to trap her. She snarled, tears falling to the floor as she conceded. She snapped the umbrella from the floor, and out into the night she fled.

Opalthrone stood, blood dripping down her chest, only adrenaline keeping her on her feet. Torn inside at this horrible night, she only passed once others rushed to the scene, crying in Bato’s arms. Remilia scampered deep into the darkest pit of the city, vowing to return for her sister.

The vampire of fate now curses fate and herself, not realizing the things that have gone in motion.
 
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