Independent, private &selective "Vampire" Homura Akemi of the Puella Magi Madoka Magica series. Potential spoilers and NSFW ahead.

Trigger warnings for blood, horror, neck trauma, death, suicidal ideation etc will feature, follow with caution.

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Written by Andy.
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Encounter (Homura)

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Completely lost in her thoughts. she was so scared of what she did. So sorry for hurting this poor girl, bleeding out on the cold floor. She didn’t know what to do, she had to figure something out.

Then she heard a sound from behind, quickly turning, her heart froze, completely shocked of who she saw behind her. It was Homura, how could she explain something like this to her. How could she explain her practically sitting on top of a dying person while completely drenched in blood.

Quickly trying to dry the blood off her face with her sleeves, with a face of complete horror. Even beginning to cry a little bit now.

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“H-Homura-chan… I c-can explain this… but we need to h-help this girl… s-shes going to d-die if we don’t do a-anything.” Her eyes welling up with even more tears how. 

How was she supposed to explain to Homura that she was a vampire? How could she explain that she didn’t intend to do this. That she wasn’t in control when this happened?

           { † } Homura’s composure still had yet to be regained. She stood in place, tensed like a statue. Due to how her emotions and all feeling had completely ceased in that instance, she could have easily passed for one.

     It took a while for her to come to terms with how she wouldn’t be receiving any sort of explanation any time soon, but in front of her sat a despairing Madoka, which edged her to take whatever sort of action she could manage.

                                Not to mention the overwhelming sent of blood, fresh, lingering, building a dryness at the back of her throat. Stirring her to abandon rational thinking. She’d question Madoka about what could compel her to do this later.

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        “’Help this girl’?” Homura’s first utterance, low and thick through a forced tone. “Kaname Madoka. Can you not observe? She is already close to death.”

     The girl flippantly strode forward and knelt next to the dying girl, inspecting her over with a light touch of fingertips.

         "There is hardly a thing we can do. Perhaps it is best to end her suffering rather than leave her to spend her last moments slowly in agony, no?“

     She caught Madoka’s worried stare, and tried to refuse its influence on her. Though part of her wanted to save this girl, just so she wouldn’t have to suffer the guilt…

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