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The Clan - Chapter 7:

Retribution

by Chris Jones
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	Nabiki stared in horror at the monstrous apparition before her. Her mouth
opened and closed in shock. Her fingers scrabbled uselessly at the broken
window latch.
	"You're already at the party, Nabiki, dear," the monster teased. "Why
leave so early? We haven't even got you undressed yet... well anymore than
you already are!"
	Nabiki ducked.
	Akuji had punctuated his statement with a swipe of his claws. Just like
before, in Midori and Hisawa's apartment, the claws lengthened impossibly
as they swung, tearing a great rent in the wall behind her. 
	Nabiki screamed, and scrabbled for the corner of the room. There was only
one chance and she knew it.
	Her previous illusion had fallen in her shock at Akuji's appearance.
Desperately, she cast another, of herself, cowering in the corner as she
tried to scramble past the monster.
	She was well past him, into the middle of the apartment when she felt it.
It was like someone had dropped an ice cube down the back of her dress.
	Suddenly, her feet would no longer work. She looked down to see them pump
uselessly in the air. It slowly occurred to her that something must be
holding her in the air.
	The cold burning intensifying the entire time, Nabiki noticed the white
spike protruding from her belly.
	"*GAGHH*..." She gurgled, unable to get the words out around the blood in
her throat.
	"Dear, dear girl. Do you think I'm about to let you leave when you will
just run and sic the rest of your coven on me? It will be so much more fun
to watch your blood drain away. I suppose I'll have to decapitate you as
well to finish the kill... More the pity."
	Akuji shook his arm, letting Nabiki fall off of the spike. Weakly, she
turned to see the weapon return to the rough claw shape that had torn
through the flesh of his hand.
	Nabiki clutched at her wound. He caught her by the neck as she fell
forward, blood flowing from in between her fingers. 
	With horrified certainty, Nabiki knew that the creature dragging her to
the bed was a ravener. 
	She was thrown roughly on the sheets, her blood smearing all over.
Ruefully, she thought that her dress would never be the same.
	Almost instantly, Akuji was on top her. His human hand and his claw braced
against her shoulders, he positioned his waist over her.
	Grossly, he used his enormous, phallic extension to pushed the hem of her
shear dress up over her waist. Nabiki shuddered in revulsion, desperately
looking for some way out.
	Lightheaded from loss of blood and panicked from her impending rape and
eventual murder, Nabiki scrabbled uselessly, seeing the 'probe' descending
toward her bloody delta.
	A voice seemed to come from inside her head. "Some things," Nodoka had
told them, when first she revealed herself, "Are universal. We don't age.
We can concentrate our strength and--"
	*Concentrate our strength...*
	Nabiki wondered if she could pull it off. She realized that she would
almost certainly be no match for Akuji... but...
	She concentrated for an instant, and clenched her knees together, catching
the grotesque phallus between them, just before it penetrated her..
	"Still fighting?" Akuji chuckled.
	Nabiki grimaced and wrenched hard to one side.
	"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Akuji cried as the
phallus was ripped completely off his demonic body with a sickening tearing
noise.
	As the monster clutched at his mutilation, screaming all the while, Nabiki
struggled out from underneath him.
	Still clutching at the spurting wound in her belly, She scraped a gob of
black goo off her dress and began to stagger for the doorway.
	Within seconds she was running. Her eyesight was beginning to fade, but on
she ran.
	She kicked through the door with one vampire adrenalin enhanced kick and
made her way down the hall. 
	Trailing blood behind her, Nabiki cleanly vaulted the flight of stairs,
all her childhood martial arts training coming back to her in her time of
need.
	She burst out of the swinging glass doors, running full tilt.
	Then she careened directly into a brick wall.

	Ryouga looked down in shock at the woman who had just bounced into him.
She was streaming blood, and from the look of things was mostly naked.
	With horrified shock, he realized that it was Nabiki.
	She had hit her head when she fell, but Ryouga couldn't tell if it was
that, or the massive amount of blood she was losing that sent her into
unconsciousness.
	Willing away a nosebleed and scooping her barely concealed body up in his
arms, Ryouga started to run. Regardless of Nabiki's presence, he was *sure*
this wasn't the Tendou Dojo.
	"Oh God... please don't die, Nabiki," he pleaded.
	Finally, well sure that he was as lost from the building as possible,
Ryouga located a park. 
	Gingerly, he lifted her injured body up inside a wooden fort in the middle
of the playground. Out of the wind, and safe, he produced a flashlight from
his backpack and began to examine her wound.
	Desperately avoiding looking at her nakedness, Ryouga probed gently at the
wound with a clean cloth. It was much less horrific than he first thought.
She had still lost a massive amount of blood however. If he couldn't get
her to a hospital, he was certain that her barely beating heart would stop.
	It was quite a surprise to him, then, when her eyes fluttered open.

	Nabiki could *feel* the wound healing. The skin... stretching back into
place. The place inside her where... her intestines? had knitted back
together.
	She was exhausted, though. She could feel her strength pouring into the
effort. Having casted major illusions all night hadn't helped either.
	There was a smell around her. It was a dark, musty smell. It was the smell
of a man who walked in the dirt and mud all day. It was the smell of... Pork?
	With what little strength she had left, Nabiki forced her eyes open. 
	*Wonderful...* she thought. *Now I'm REALLY screwed,*
	"How do you feel," Ryouga asked.
	"Agh.." Nabiki gurgled. She coughed, spattering blood over herself.
	"We gotta go to a hospital," Ryouga whispered. "Can you stay conscious
long enough to guide me there," he asked, biting back his intense anger at
admitting his directionlessness.
	Nabiki knew she would never make it to a hospital. She just didn't have
the strength. If only...
	She could hear the pounding.
	With a start, she realized that it was Ryouga's heart. She could feel the
pushing in her jaw as her fangs started to extend.
	*NO!* She clenched her jaw shut.
	"C'mon! We gotta get you to a--"
	"Ryouga..." Nabiki cut him off weakly. "I'm dying..." she muttered,
forcing the words past the goo in her throat.
	"What..." Ryouga clenched his eyes. "I've got to do something..."
	"I need..." Nabiki blacked out for a second. Her eyes rolled up in her head.
	"Nabiki! NO!"
	It was the smell of him, leaning over her, his body, his blood, so close
to hers, that brought her back around. Her canines pushed all the way out
of her jaw. She could feel them pushing against her gums.
	"I'm a vampire, Ryouga-kun," Nabiki mumbled, her fangs flashing in the
moonlight. "I... need your blood... or I'm going to die."
	"A vampire?!?! My... my blood?" Ryouga shrank back in horror.
	The smell of him driving her on, Nabiki managed to sit up. "I... can't
take it from you... you have to give it to me," she pleaded.
	With a resolute, but terrified expression on his face, Ryouga clenched his
jaws and fists.
	"What do I have to do?"
	"Just... come here."
	Nabiki fell back down. Seeing him hovering over her, Nabiki reached out to
the young man.
	She blacked out again for a second, but when she came to, she was being
cradled in his arms.
	She needed no instructions. His blood called out to her.
	Ryouga averted his eyes, clenching his jaw shut. 
	Nervously, Nabiki licked her lips, and allowed them to close on the lost
boy's neck.
	Her fangs sunk into his corrottoid on the first try.
	Ryouga gasped at the sensation. He started feeling a little light headed,
but concentrated on keeping himself from panicking.
	Nabiki could feel the trickles of blood flowing down her throat. From the
taste of it, she knew it was arterial blood, and knew that if she drank too
much at once that she could injure, or even kill Ryouga.
	It was, however, instinct told her, much more what she needed than a venal
flow.
	The wound clenched shut as the first trickle reached her stomach. 	Ryouga
groaned in concentration and fear.
	After only a couple mouthfuls, Nabiki let her jaw disengage from Ryouga's
neck. The small puncture marks sealed over, and began to bruise.
	"I-i-is that enough?" Ryouga asked fearfully.
	Nabiki, feeling her hungry body healing, shook her head slightly. "Just...
a little more..."
	Ryouga nodded, fearfully presenting his neck to her again. 
	Nabiki could start to feel the burning in her blood. She knew Ryouga would
feel it to, if only he would let go.
	Nabiki licked her lips again and let her fangs sink into the opposite side
of his neck.
	The venal blood was much less potent, but Nabiki knew that she could drink
much more of it without injuring the young man.
	She let her mouth fill with the dark crimson flood and swallowed. She took
two more mouthfuls, and pulled away. It was so intense now...
	The last thought Nabiki had before she passed out again was just how much
Ryouga was turning her on.

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	The trail of blood did loops. It crossed back on itself. It found blind
ends and turned around. Finally, it disappeared entirely. There was no
trace of blood, or the vampire's scent.
	Akuji shook his head in disgust. Back in his 'human' disguise, he snorted.
The little bitch had escaped him! And now her coven would most certainly be
alerted to his presence in the city. They were, no doubt, what was
responsible for the death of one of his prized drones earlier in the week.
	He had her name, though. A little cash and persuasion would lead him right
to her.
	In the meantime... In the meantime, though, he mustn't let his timetable
get off.
	The street he was on wasn't busy, but it had enough people on it that he
could harvest what he needed.
	The scent of virgin blood in his nose, he closed in on a lone schoolgirl.
She might have been fifteen.
	As they passed the opening to the alley, Akuji made his move. He grabbed
her by the face, preventing her from screaming, and leapt into the alley.
	When he had the girl pinned against the wall behind a dumpster, he clasped
his free hand around her neck, and let go her face.
	She tried to scream, looking up in terror at him, but he was constricting
her throat too tightly for any air to pass her lips. Akuji smiled wickedly
as he tore the front of her skirt away.
	"w-what are you going-- to do with me--" the girl forced out in a
terrified whisper.
	"Normally," Akuji quipped, "I'd violate you and then sacrifice to you my
god."
	The girl shuddered in terror and tried to scream again. 	"*Someone*,
though, has seen to it that I can't do that any more," he explained
angrily, as he sunk his claws into her belly, just above her hips. 
	Her face twisted in agony, and her feet scrabbled uselessly against the
brick wall, but the only noise she could make as her insides were torn
apart was a quiet, choked cry.
	"So... I'll just have to watch you bleed to death. Is that okay with you?"
	
	It would be morning before the police would find the body. 
	
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