A/N – This
is the last chapter, I haven’t altered this one as much as I have some of the
other chapters, although it does end a little differently. The lyrics I use in
this fic are from the song, ‘Sister of Night’ by Depeche Mode.
@--8------
Sister of night
When the hunger
descends
And your body's a fire
An inferno that never
ends
An eternal flame
That burns in desire's
name
@--8------
Yamcha and
Puar both flew as fast as they could towards the castle, but time was not on
their side and already night was closing in.
Soon the
vampires would rise to feed.
Yamcha
swallowed, trying not to let fear get the best of him, next to him Puar was
shivering as they flew, but from the freezing wind or fear too Yamcha didn’t
know.
“Puar…We
can do this! We’re the ultimate vampire slaying machine.” Yamcha gave his best
friend a pat on the back, as they grew closer to the shadowed and foreboding
castle.
“I know
Yamcha.” Puar whispered.
At that
moment the sun dipped below the horizon and Yamcha felt a shiver cross his
skin, now the vampire would rise…and he would have to go to work.
@--8------
Sister of night
When the longing
returns
Giving voice to the
flame
Calling you through
flesh that burns
Breaking down your
will
To move in for the
kill
@--8------
Vegeta’s
eyes flew open as he sensed two ki powers coming towards the castle, one of
them he knew was the annoying talking cat, and the other was…
Vegeta
growled and shook Bulma awake; the other ki was none other then the Slayer.
“Wake up,
woman,” Vegeta yanked Bulma to her feet, she eyed him sleepily for a second ad
then visibly woke more as Kakarot entered the room with a disheveled Chichi in
tow.
“The
vampire Slayer.” Kakarot hissed, “He comes.” He snarled and looked at Vegeta
for instructions, his dark ki almost boiling around him at the thought of being
confronted with the same man who had murdered his original mate.
“Get
dressed in your armour Kakarot, I’ll dress the women, and then we will watch
the slayer. See what he does and where he goes, but if any of you get a chance
to kill him, then do it.” Vegeta waited till Kakarot left the room and then he
open an ancient oak closet and pulled out his golden armour. He dressed quickly
in it then stalked to his wardrobe and pulled out two long black dresses with
long slits up the legs.
When he saw
the women’s bemused faces he smirked at them, “To strike fear into our friend
the slayer we must dress the part. You must be temptresses, dark and evil,
melting out of the shadows to lure him deeper into our castle and then to melt
back into the shadows again.”
@--8------
Oh sister
Come for me
Embrace me
Assure me
Hey sister
I feel it too
@--8------
Bulma and
Chichi dressed in the tight figure hugging dressed and let their hair loose,
shaking it around their heads in long curtains then running their fingers
through it to untangle it.
Bulma
sensed the ki again and tried to work why it felt so familiar, “Vegeta…” Bulma
began to speak but paused even though he was facing her and waiting for her to
speak, she felt the ki again, almost tasting it and rolling it around in her
mouth. Bulma came to her decision and looked up into her Princes eye’s, “I
think I knew the human who is the slayer. You see His ki feels familiar.”
“His ki?
How do you know it is a male?” Vegeta asked as he finished pulling on the last
of his armour,
Bulma began
to pin up her hair in a bun with tendrils hanging around her face, “I don’t
know, it just…tastes…male.”
Chichi
flicked her tongue out like a snake tasting the air and nodded in agreement, “I
agree with Bulma, it is a male.” She finished plaiting her hair in a long black
braid and stretched her neck, proudly displaying the double sets of fang marks
she bore.
Vegeta
tilted his head as he watched the woman. It was strange but even he himself
could not ‘taste’ the ki of others, as these women were able. For new vampires
they had amazing senses, perhaps it was because they were human vampires and
not pure blood vampires, or perhaps these half-human vampires were developing
unique powers to the old ways, either way, Vegeta decided, it was most helpful.
@--8------
Sweet sister
Just feel me
I'm trembling
You heal me
Hey sister
I feel it too
@--8------
“Woman…”
Vegeta motioned for Bulma to come close to him; he drew out an old leather bag
from the oak chest. He opened it and handed to Bulma the two sharp throwing
knives it contained, “Woman, take these to protect yourself with and remember
that even if you do know this human, no matter how close you were, he will kill
you if you don’t kill him.”
Bulma took
the knives and nodded.
Vegeta
hesitated for a second and then bent down and kissed her, his mouth hesitated
over her neck before he gently bit down and once again drank a little of her
blood, instantly Vegeta felt his strength rise and he allowed his vampire mate
to drink a little of his blood in return.
Chichi from
across the room sidled a little closer and watched them hungrily before Vegeta
pulled her in close and bit her, marking her as one of his subjects. Before
long Kakarot joined them as they continued to share blood and thus share their
power.
“Be
careful.” Vegeta whispered to each of them as they left his room to head
towards the main lobby to wait for their prey.
@--8------
Sister of night
In your saddest dress
As you walk through
the light
You're desperate to
impress
So you slide to the
floor
Feeling insecure
@--8------
Yamcha
pushed open the thick, heavy wooden doors and cringed at the loud groan,
silently he took three steps inside then paused as he spotted the two figures
in front of him at the bottom of the stairs.
“Welcome
Slayer.” A voice boomed and Yamcha jerked his gaze up to see two other vampires
at the head of stair case making their way down.
Yamcha
finished walking into the room and jumped when the wooden doors slammed shut
behind him as if closed by an invisible pair of guards.
“Hello
Yamcha.” The voice was soft and feminine…it was also very familiar.
Yamcha
jerked his head to stare at Bulma as she finished walking down the stairs; her
arm tucked into the arm of the man who Yamcha assumed was the Prince vampire.
Yamcha
clenched his teeth in rage, “So its true. You did become a vampire.”
Bulma
laughed, a tinkling sound that was as welcoming as a cold wind and played along
the edges of his mind.
Mind
tricks, Yamcha reminded himself, they were just mind tricks.
“What’s
wrong Yamcha you look a little ruffled?” Bulma laughed again, this time the
other black haired female vamp joined in and together Bulma and the other
female vampire strode forward.
“Run away
little slayer.” The black haired vampire whispered to him, “Run before we hurt
you.”
Yamcha
stubbornly shook his head and dropped into a fighting stance as the four
vampires spanned about the room.
Puar
floated forward a little way, “Bulma, we don’t want to kill you…if you come
quietly we’ll let you live.”
This time
the male vamp with the tall spiky hair laughed, “It is not her choice to come
or to go. I am Prince Vegeta and she is mine now. My will is now her will.”
Vegeta stroked a hand down Bulma’s face.
The other
male vampire began to walk towards Yamcha, anger in every line of his body, “Do
you remember me slayer? No? Well you should…it was you who slew my mate when we
first arrived here on Earth.” The vampire suddenly disappeared and a split
second later Yamcha felt something rush past him and grab Puar. The next
instant the vampire was back in front of Yamcha, it bit into Puar and ripped
out her throat then crushed her tiny body in his hands.
“Puar…”
Yamcha felt a tear slide down his cheek as the vampire dropped the body of his
best friend and then cruelly crushed it beneath his foot as if she were nothing
but a bug.
“I am
Kakarot, General of the vampire armies, personal guard to our Prince…” He
stared at Yamcha with a smirk, “And I will have my pound of blood from you before
the night is up.” With that the vampire faded into the shadows his laughter
echoing around and around.
“You’ll
pay! You’ll all pay!” Yamcha reached into his bag and pulled out a cross bow
which he fired at the black haired vampire, in a blurred but graceful movement
Vegeta jumped between the arrow and Chichi and caught it in one hand.
“What’s the
matter human? Got something in your eye?” Vegeta laughed and snapped the arrow.
Chichi,
Bulma and Vegeta began to advance on Yamcha who loaded another arrow and fired
it, this time Bulma caught it and threw it back just as fast as it had come out
of the crossbow. Yamcha howled in pain as the arrow pierced his shoulder, then
without a backwards glance Yamcha ran down a corridor and into the depth of the
castle.
Vegeta
smirked and flashed teeth, “Stay together, hunt him down and bring him into the
main chamber. I will await you there with Kakarot.” Vegeta disappeared leaving
Chichi and Bulma to hunt down the bleeding Yamcha.
@--8------
Sister of night
With the loneliest
eyes
Tell yourself it's
alright
He'll make such a
perfect prize
But the cold light of
day
Will give the game
away
@--8-------
Bulma took
Chichi’s hand and together they began to follow Yamcha blood trail, at one
point some of his blood had splashed against the wall and Bulma and Chichi
paused to lick it off. Finally the blood trail led into one of the bedrooms and
they entered,
“Yamcha…”
Bulma called softly, “Yamcha come out and take me home.” She put a pleading but
sexy tone in her voice and tried again when he didn’t move, “I want go home…”
Bulma and Chichi sniggered together quietly.
“Come on
Yamcha, we can have some fun.” Chichi added as she spotted Yamcha hiding in the
corner. She raised a hand and waved at him, “Hello handsome, come out and show
how much of a man you really are.”
Slowly
Yamcha stepped out from the shadows, in his hand was a stake, “Stay back foul
temptress or I shall stake your bitter heart.”
Chichi
erupted into peels of laughter at his melodramatic speech, “Oh you bad little
human. I shall have to teach you a lesson for that.” Chichi began to walk to
wards him, Yamcha’s eyes followed her every movement. He paid so much attention
to the seductively swaying Chichi that he didn’t noticed Bulma until she had
wrenched the stake form his hand and had him in a headlock.
Chichi
reached down and grabbed his legs and together they managed to carry the
screaming Yamcha into the main chamber where Vegeta sat on a throne. The girls
dragged Yamcha to the stone table where Kakarot shackled him down a cold sneer
on his usually handsome features.
“Now…”
Vegeta stood up and walked towards the table, he drew one of Bulma’s gleaming
knives from her waist sheath and held it out to her, “Bulma my beautiful, show
me how much you love me.”
@--8------
Oh sister
Come for me
Embrace me
Assure me
Hey sister
I feel it too
@--8------
Bulma took
the knife and bowed to Vegeta, she slipped him a seductive smile and then tuned
to Yamcha, “You were always such a bad, bad man Yamcha. You cheated on me, lied
to me and then you came here to kill me…” Bulma tore of Yamcha’s shirt and
sliced his chest in a long and deep cut.
Yamcha
screamed in pain and Bulma handed the knife to Kakarot who bent down and licked
up a little of Yamcha blood then struck down with the knife and cut off
Yamcha’s hand, “Your blood is as sweet as revenge, slayer.” Kakarot sliced his
chest some more before handing the knife back to Vegeta.
Chichi and
Bulma crowded close to the dais licked their lips as they watched their Prince
slice Yamcha in exactly the same place Bulma had, Yamcha screamed even louder
and pulled against his shackles, Vegeta then sank his fangs into the stump
where Yamcha’s hand had been and drank deeply, ignored Yamcha anguished and
painful cries.
With hungry
eyes Bulma, Chichi and Kakarot crawled up onto the table with Vegeta. Bulma
kissed both of her male counter parts and spread Yamcha’s blood all over her
face, and then while she moaned seductively she spread the blood down her neck
and over her breasts and invited Vegeta to lick it off.
Kakarot
wrenched off Yamcha’s arm and tossed it across the room, Chichi crawled up over
Yamcha, who was still awake and screaming and sank her hand into his chest,
“Good
night, sweet slayer.” Chichi kissed Yamcha, sinking her fangs into his lips in
a vampire kiss as she tore out his heart and dragged it down her body, leaving
a trail of blood.
Bulma crept
closer to Chichi and pushed her down over Yamcha’s bloody corpse. Then she, Kakarot
and Vegeta began to lick the blood off her.
The
vampires writhed in Yamcha’s blood for hours, drank it down and savoured it,
and made love. Kakarot stared down into Bulma’s blue eyes and smiled, “Did I
make the pain stop?”
“Yes, you
kept your promise.” Bulma kissed him, moaning as Chichi chose that moment to
kiss Bulma’s shoulder lick the remaining blood from it.
“We should
do this more often.” Kakarot murmured as Bulma moved away and he ran a hand
down Chichi’s body, her black dress slick with blood.
“Definitely.”
Vegeta mumbled from on the stone table, Bulma made her way to him and curled up
in his arms.
“What do we
do now?” She asked after a little while,
Vegeta sat
up and pulled Bulma up with him, kissing her neck, “We’ll do what we’ve always
done.”
“And what’s
that?” Chichi asked as she kissed Kakarot, her eyes watching Vegeta as he held
Bulma close.
He looked
up and met her dark eyes then looked down at Bulma and kissed her, when he
pulled away he looked at Kakarot and smirked, “We live.”
@--8------
Sweet sister
Just feel me
I'm trembling
You heal me
Hey sister
I feel it too
@--8------
THE END.
A/N – In my
honest opinion this is 1000 times better then the original version and the song
‘Sister of Night’ fitted it so well! When I heard it I knew it was the perfect
song!
Okay, all
I’m asking is for people to review and tell me what they thought of this fic.
If people want to see a sequel then I invite every body to tell me so and
suggest some possible story lines or something…remember if you guys want a
sequel then your better off suggesting a storyline that you like since I would,
no doubt, end up choosing a totally shonky story line.
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