Steady breathing began to fill the narrow rotting coffin in the basement of the house. A hand pushed up against the underside of the lid, as a slow hissing filled the air. The woman inside pushed hard on the lid, her fingers curling into a fist as the cover flew against the wall. Lifting slowly into a sitting position, she groaned softly, her movements laced with the dull ache of centuries without mobility. Her fingers outstretched, long and pale, curling around the rim of the coffin. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, red orbs searched the dark room quickly as her long black hair fell around her face.

A young girl hurried down the steps on the opposite end of the room, her eyes flashing to the woman in the coffin. She bowed deeply as she approached hesitantly, her eyes on the wood floors. "Lady Sango". She whispered, not meeting the woman's gaze.

Sango turned to her slowly, her lips curling up to reveal her long fangs.

The girl began to tremble as Sango glided to her feet, the rotting edge of her kimono brushing on the walls of the coffin.

Sango stared down at her hands, stretching her fingers carefully, her eyes moving over the pale skin and faint veins beneath the surface. Her hands moved to her torso, her body thin, her ribs protruding from beneath her flesh from years of starvation. Her hands slowly climbed up her neck running along her scalp through her long dark strands. Turning, she stared up the walls slowly as several men filed into the room, one being shoved ahead of them blindly falling to his knees at the bottom of the staircase. The young girl straightened up, her eyes turning to Sango slowly as her arm extended.

The men walked forward, forcing the man at the head of the group to his knees as they clenched his hands behind his back.

Sango stared over the man slowly, her heart beginning to thump hard as the man's rapid heartbeat filled her ears. She stepped slowly from the coffin, floating over to the man gracefully as her hands closed around his cheeks. The man fought against her cold grip as her eyes danced up and down his face and chest, the drumming of his heart growing louder. Sango knelt in front of the man, her eyes meeting his as they darted wildly around. She smiled smoothly, her lips pulling back as her teeth gleamed. The man attempted to scream, his mouth being covered by another man's hand, his feet kicking back and forth as Sango held him firmly. Her eyes flashed up and down as she found the pulsing vein on his neck.

Leaning forward swiftly, she plunged her fangs deep into the man's flesh as hot crimson liquid poured from the wound over her lips and down her throat. Sango began to moan as the blood filled her body, reviving her veins, pinking her skin and warming her flesh. She dug her nails into the man's shoulders as she drew him and herself to a standing position. Her lips rubbed against his skin as she drank the blood hungrily, the sweet nectar filling her mouth. As the last of his heartbeats echoed in her ears and his body slumped heavily against her, Sango released him, letting him fall to the ground with a thud. She raised her finger to her lips, dotting away the crimson streaks that stained the corners of her mouth. Her eyes moved slowly to the people standing a few feet from her.

The young girl, about fourteen, stood wearing a small grey skirt and a black sweater, her eyes dark and vacant as she looked up at Sango. The men were not much older, looked to be in their twenties, each dressed in black shirts and pants with a collection of silver chains and spikes adorning their thin bodies. Their skin was a sickly pale which matched Sango's perfectly, dark circles under their eyes.

As Sango tore her eyes away, her ears were barraged with a series of strange loud sounds. She stared up at the ceiling, her brows furrowing as her lips curled back with a grimace. The girl looked up at her silently, her shoulder length hair falling over her eyes. "Lady Sango".

Sango's eyes turned to her slowly as the girl's hand outstretched to her. "There is much you have missed". She said in a soft voice as her lips curled into a malicious, jester like smile. Turning on her heel, the girl moved slowly to the staircase as Sango followed cautiously behind. Passing onto the higher floor, Sango listened as the men rolled the man's corpse into the fireplace, setting his flesh a flame.

Ch.2 Coming Soon