The instant I thought, Hmm, vampires AU, who should be a vampire?, it was obvious. Who's nine hundred years old for no good reason (that I've ever bothered to understand)?
Title: Vampires
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Crack--Black Hole
Genre: Drama
Version: Manga
Rating: PG-13
“Are they the ones, Puu?”
“They are, Small Lady.”
The pink-haired child smiled prettily, smiled wide enough to show fangs.
“Let’s play, then.”
* * *
“Wah! Wah!”
“Huh? What’s that?” Usagi could hear someone crying, but it wasn’t her. “It’s a kid.”
“What’s a little kid like that doing out here at this time of night?” Mamoru asked suspiciously, but his girlfriend had already gone over to the little pink bundle.
“I want Mama.”
“Shh, what’s wrong?”
“Neechan was taking me home after she got her powder for her science experiments from her good friends, but she fell down.”
Usagi motioned Mamoru over to the older girl lying in the street. The medical student rolled up his sleeves and started going through a list of all the drugs she might be on. There was a fresh trail of blood running from the corner of her mouth, but it could be from biting her cheek as easily as an internal injury. As Usagi hugged the sobbing child, Mamoru put his watch right up to his face and reached down to take the other girl’s pulse.
He couldn’t find it. He moved up to her neck. He still couldn’t find it. Her heart’s not beating. She’s not breathing.
He would have jumped in surprise at a hand closing around his wrist, except the grip was like an iron vice. He would have spun around at Usagi’s sudden yelp of pain, but he was caught in now open crimson eyes, drawing him in like black holes. She opened her mouth to reveal pearly fangs in the black depths and leaned for him.
An arrow cut through the air between them. She hissed and jumped back as though the missile had been burning hot.
“Get away from them, monsters!” A girl with a bow, dressed like a Shinto priestess, yelled, thrusting forward a ying-yang.
The pink- and green-haired girls leapt backwards and upwards, onto a lamppost.
“My, my, if I’d know you would be this annoying I’d never have killed the old priest.”
“This isn’t about my grandfather! I’m here to keep you from getting these people.”
“You’re too late,” grinned the fanged, pink child. “With the power of my nine hundred years, I, Vampire Princess Serenity, claim the one I marked.” She suddenly stopped sounding foreboding and ancient and looked like a five-year-old again, albeit one balanced on a lamppost fifteen feet up. “Let’s go, Puu.”
In a storm of batwings, they were gone.