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Kahlua sat in the gardens at the Shuzen Castle. Her posture, always perfect due to her intense training. Her unique features always made her beauty stand out. She had brilliant red eyes, long blond hair and beautifully tanned skin. She always enjoyed sitting on one off the benches and listening to the trees sway slightly in the breeze, or the sound of the herbal infused fountain cascading all the way down from the top. Although, the one thing she enjoyed the most was the chirping of the happy birds that often nested in the tall trees.

The bench was incredibly uncomfortable, but she ignored the pain and remained still. Silently and motionlessly, she would observed the beautiful garden that she was quite fond of. She was a gorgeous statue, that only her long hair and white dress fluttered in the soft breeze. Despite her outer calmness and the serene surrounding Kahlua had never been more troubled. Her eyes remained unfocused as an internal war raged inside of her. Between the always structured obedience and the long suppress selfishness.

Kahlua was lost, she had no ideas what to do. She had always been told what to do and never disappointed. No matter how manny tears she shed, they did not care. No matter how much she begged, they did not listen. She was the perfect puppet and no matter how much she hatted it there was nothing she could do about it. She hatted them all, because they did not care about anything but power.

The only thing Kahlua really cared about was her sisters. She loves them and adores them and wants to protect them any way she can. She always dreams about them and the time they spent together as children. Kahlua always wanted to spend more time with them but such fantasies were quickly dissolved. Her mother made it quite clear to her that she did not have time for her sisters. That her sisters were unworthy, because of her own advanced training and social standing.

Kahlua Shuzen, is the oldest sibling to carry the Shuzen name and the heir to everything that it holds and all of the responsibilities that came with it. At a very young age her childhood was taken away from her and replaced with forced obedience. Always training to be the strongest and the most adept in everything she did. Kahlua trained long and hard but her mother always looked down at her and she could do nothing to impress her mother. Even when her hatred for her mother grew, she could not surpass Gyokuro's strength or skill, always to be a prisoner under her tyranny.

The sky began to darken as storm clouds began gathering around the majestic castle. A rare occasion, since the castle resides within a barrier of its own, that always maintains a perfect climate. The sound of the thunder or the flashes of lighting did nothing to stir Kahlua from her troubled state. The wind grew fierce and the birds no longer chirped and still Kahlua sat motionless in the garden.

The rain began to drop one by one and it was not until one landed on Kahlua's arm did she stir. Her eyes first focused on the drop on her arm and then the darkening sky above her. She did not give the strange occurrence a second thought as she calmly retreated back inside the castle. Many drops landed on her but she was good at ignoring pain, a part of her mother's training.

The castle was always well taken care of and always in perfect condition. The servants were well trained and always kept out of site unless called upon. So Kahlua always felt lonely when she walked through the castle. The only time it did not feel empty was when all of her sisters lived here with Akasha instead of Gyokuro. These were the best memories of her life, ones that she will always treasure. Memories that she preferred to dwell on instead of anything involving her mother. Thinking of her sisters kept her going and helped her survive her mother's training.

As Kahlua walked through the castle certain rooms would trigger fond memories of her sisters. She could almost see in the dimly lit rooms, images of Akuha, Moka and Kokoa playing with each other or sometimes fighting each other. Always fighting, Kokoa and Moka, Moka and Akuha, but no matter how much they fought the still loved each other. They all cared for each other and protected each other.

Kahlua made her way across the castle and started heading down to the lower parts of the castle. Parts of the castle where she was prohibited from going as a child. Places where she had no fond memories of. Her footsteps echoed across the cold dark hallways, as she relied on her well trained memory to navigate through the maze.

She came to a very thick iron plated door. Kahlua inserted a key which unlocked the door and removed the barrier around it. She stepped into the cold stone room. The room had a high ceiling that supported three large cast iron chandeliers that ran along ceiling. On both side of the long room ran an arrangement prison cells each supported with its own barrier. This is where her mother kept her prisoners and the room in the back is where she tortured them. It was a menacing looking door, stained in blood and covered with sharp iron spikes. Kahlua hated that room the most and if she had her way, she would never step near it again.

Kahlua approached the third cell on the left, the only cell that contained a prisoner. Unlike the rest of the castle, this placed smelled of blood and dust. A clear display of minimal cleaning and maintenance. Inside this particular cell was the sharp and overpowering smell of fresh blood. Kahlua eyed the victim in the cell and pitied him.

The intoxicating smell of his fresh blood that still poured from his recent wounds clouded her frantic mind and soothed her worries. He laid curled up on a small cot that was barley big enough for him. He had his back turned and lay motionless but Kahlua knew he was aware of her presence. Even if he wanted to, she doubted that he still had the strength to greet her. It took her a minute to clear her head from the smell of the blood, but when she did her mind was more at ease than before she entered the prison.

She had no idea what to do, so she came to the only person that she could talk to.

"She is dead, my mother is dead." Kahlua told him.

The silence dragged on and he did not stir from his cot. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she collapsed to her knees in front of the cell.

"Please help me. . .I don't know what to do." she cried and still the man did not stir.

Kahlua had always been told what to do and now that her mother was dead she, she was free, free and helpless. She was a child raised not to think for herself and her cries never gained any compassion, why did she think it would be any different from him, it was all her fault anyway.

"Please Tsukune. . .please forgive me!" Kahlua cried even louder.

"I don't know what to do. . .please tell me." she pleaded.

With much effort, Tsukune slowly turned over and dragged himself towards the barrier of his cell. With surprising strength he threw a simple wooden chair out of his way shattering completely. The loud clash started Kahlua who fell backwards on her hands. He forced himself to stand and looked down at Kahlua. She could only stare helplessly into his cold and emotionless face. His clothes were tore and caked in his own blood. His hair was unkept and and his face was gaunt. He did not release his gaze or show any sympathy for her distressed state.

"Please tell me what to do." Kahlua barley whispered.

"You. . .can let me go." Tsukune said, his voice corse and parched.

"I. . .I can't." she said.

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(Six Months Earlier)

The Floating Gardens began plummeting towards the ocean, a great pillar smoke and fire trailing behind it. Gyokuro's plan to resurrect and control Alucard had failed. Moka and the others were escaping, along with the rosary that Gyokuro needed to control Alucard. Without it Alucard started destroying the ship that held him. The massive beast easily tore the floating structure to pieces. Many had perished and those that were left had already fled.

Gyokuro's furry grew as she watched the human boy place Moka and the rosary on one of the Fairy-Tail's airships. He had been the one that ruined all of her plans and destroyed everything she worked so hard for. Across the vast expanse of the Floating Gardens and thorough the flames and many tentacles of Alucard, Gyokuro could see the smug look of content on Moka's and Tsukune's faces. She did not know who she hated more, the pathetic human boy who ruined everything or the daughter of her greatest enemy, Akasha. She held her wounded arm and would have liked to kill them herself, but they were getting away and she would not be able to.

"Kahlua! Kill Moka now!" Gyokuro screamed as the airship began pulling away from crumbling heap of the Floating Gardens.

Kahlua had tears in her eyes as she broke off a stone spear from one of the nearby statues. She stood behind her mother and all Kahlua could think about was how much she hated her mother. With one quick stroke, Kahlua could easily end it right here, right now. . .but Kahlua always does as she is told. She easily lifted the heavy spear from her mothers back and towards the fleeing airship. She reeled back, and as she threw the spear something inside of her snapped, causing the spear to slightly alter course. Kahlua had no idea what happened or why, but she was glad that she was going to miss Moka. She would never forgive herself if she harmed any of her sisters.

The spear sailed through the sky towards the large, open cargo bay doors, where most of the escaping party stood. The spear punched a clean hole through the fire and smoke, moving at incredible speeds. Tsukune stood with his back turned towards the Floating Gardens on the edge of the cargo bay. They were all smiling broadly at their success and they were happy to be together again. They had succeeded after so much hard work and could go back to living their mostly normal lives at school.

A sharp whisper pierced his ears and the laughter of his friends died and their looks of joy quickly turned to looks of horror. Time seamed to dramatically slow down and he felt a warm wetness flowing from his chest and down his back. Tsukune looked down at the head of the spear that now projected from his chest. He looked up at his friends one last time before his vision began to go black. As he fell backwards he could hear his friends screaming his name then everything got very warm. . .and then nothing.

Kahlua watched as Tsukune fell backwards from the airship and the others rush to the edge. The Floating Gardens crashed into the ocean and enormous amounts of energy was released when Alucard came in contact with the water. The massive lighting bolts and the resulting explosion of fire and steam engulfed the falling body of Tsukune. Kahlua feared the worst when a massive bolt of energy hit the airship, but Touhou had erected a barrier around the ship to protect it. The barrier also prevented the other from escaping to rescue Tsukune. She could see Moka and the others pounding on the barrier. All of them were crying and staring into the rolling fire that had engulfed Tsukune.

Kahlua and Gyokuro raced to a nearby helicopter as the Floating Gardens began to quickly sink. They dodged the thrashing tentacles and ignored the ear shattering screamed of Alucard as he slowly and agonizingly died. Not far from the helicopter Kahlua could make out the limp body of Tsukune laying near some burning wreckage. Gyokuro followed her gaze and an evil smile appeared on her face.

"Bring him. . .he is still alive." Gyokuro said menacingly and Kahlua nodded.

Kahlua rushed to his side and roughly pulled out the broken head of the spear from his chest. She picked him up under the shoulder and carried him towards the helicopter. She unceremoniously deposited him in the back of the helicopter and took the pilot's seat. Kahlua started up the engines and they slowly took off. They stealthily escaped the Floating Gardens using the smoke and steam for cover. Kahlua did not look back until they were safely away from the wreckage. Off in the distance she could make out the large airship as it circled the wreckage of the Floating Gardens.

The small helicopter met up with and expensive yacht with a landing pad big enough for the helicopter. Gyokuro immediately exited the helicopter and retired to her personal quarters to frustrated to do much else. Kahlua brought Tsukune to her own quarters and laid him down on the bench seat. Kahlua was surprised to see him breathing considering the massive amounts of blood he lost.

She then removed his shirt to examine his wound. Where there should have been a noticeable hole in his chest, there was only a pink circle of newly healed skin surrounded by dried up blood. Kahlua was at a loss for an explanation. He should be dead and nothing she new of could heal that fast.

"Who are you?" Kahlua whispered to herself.

Something else started to become very noticeable and very distracting. The blood, the smell of his blood was just so alluring. The closer she got the more intoxicating it became to a point were she couldn't help herself. She leaned down low towards the crook of his neck and bit down. The reaction to the taste of the blood was immediately. She visibly relaxed and shamelessly moaned in delight at the wonderful taste.

"Moka. . ." Tsukune said still unconscious.

Kahlua immediately let go, a slight blush on her face.

"Moka? Your blood is delicious and addicting. Who are you?" Kahlua asked herself again.

"Moka must know about your blood and judging from your reaction she must have fed off of you many times, but you still came all of this way to save her. How close are you two if you would willing let her feed off of you?" Kahlua thought.

Kahlua began to feel terrible for taking Moka's friend, if he was not more, away from her. The only thought that made her happy was that at least Moka got away. Who knows what Gyokuro would have done to her, but then, who knows what she is going to do to Moka,'s friend. Kahlua had no idea why her mother wanted him, but whatever it is Kahlua did not want to know. Her mother's twisted pleasures went far and wide and on top of that he had just ruined her greatest plans. It was not likely that he would survive long, even if his body could his mind would not be able to.

Kahlua moved to the nearby drawers and pulled out a syringe and a small bottle. She stuck the syringe inside the bottle and filled it with the clear liquid. She stuck the syringe in his arm and slowly depleted the syringe.

"If you are lucky, that will kill you. If not. . .when you wake up, you will wish you were dead." Kahlua muttered softly.

She looked down at her bit marks on his neck. They still dripped drops of blood, so she leaned forward and liked the wounds closed. Tsukune's shot open and he bolted upright, startling Kahlua. They only had time to lock eyes before the drug took affect and he passed out again. Kahlua sat there stunned for a long time. She had never seen such kind eyes, it was a rarity she had not come across since she was a child.

It began to hurt, she did not want to this to happen. She did not want to hurt anyone, she never did. That's why she always cries when she has to kill someone. Kahlua walked over to her own bed and sat down. She tried to fight back the tears and avoided crying by thinking about the fond memories she had with her sisters when the were children. She laid down and forced herself to fall asleep.

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Just like she had hoped for she dreamt about her sisters. Back to when the were all children and they had each other and Akasha. She was dreaming about the last birthday party they had for Moka at the castle when she was little. Kahlua had made her a giant stuffed bear and was so proud of it. Akuha had just given her a beautiful red dress and it was time to blow out her birthday candles on the very elaborate cake.

"Go ahead, make a wish." Akasha said to her.

"I wish. . .I wish that Kahlua would not kill my friends." Moka said slowly turning towards Kahlua.

Kahlua could only stare at her little sister, completely terrified. She had no idea what to do and her tears began to build up and she began to shake.

"Moka. . .dont be so cruel." Kahlua begged, tears starting to fall.

"I think you are the cruel one, Kahlua." Akuha said also staring her down.

"I. . .I am not!" Kahlua shouted through her tears.

"Kahlua always does what she is told. She doesn't care if it hurts us or not." Kokoa said ruthlessly.

"I do not! Stop it!" Kahlua cried.

"Always." Akuha said.

"Stop it!" Kahlua said collapsing to the floor crying.

"Always." Moka said as her three sisters and Akasha towered above her.

"STOP IT!" she screamed one last time.

Here is the fourth story in my collection. This story has been in my head for awhile and I had to write it down. It definitely came out a lot different then I had originally planned, but this is the only way I could make it work without drastically changing everything. Now there is going to be some rough parts but there will also be a lot of good romance parts as well. I am definitely going to play off of Kahlua's childless and innocence a lot after I get past the rough parts. This story I think is going to be pretty straight forward, not a whole lot of surprises.

I have twelve different Rosario +Vampire stories started and an additional eight ideas for Rosario +Vampire. It is really the only anime/manga that I am interested in writing in. I wish I had time to write everything in my head down. I know that I have not updated my stories as fast as I used to. It is not because I am not writing, it is because I am trying to perfect them, well as much as I can anyway.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. I look forward to what you think about this story and my others.

Happy Holidays!