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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Intentful (+Hitomi)

fanciullaverde:

    Appeal to her humanity was actually not really what she was doing. Begging for her not to kill her, yeah. But maybe that was what she was doing without even noticing it. But something about mentioning Madoka seemed to make her hesitate. Was there… more to this than Hitomi thought? Was her best friend involved in this somehow? But Madoka said she didn’t know the girl, that she had never seen her until she transferred into the classroom just as the rest of them had. It was a new meeting… so why…

    Emerald eyes really were just filled with fear. Especially when the girl talked again, cold voice making her body have a chill that went through her body. “N-No… A-Akemi-san… I-I wasn’t. I-I was just… saying what I noticed, I-I wanted to know why…”

    Though her words didn’t get to her in time. Emotionless or not, that kind of sentence would scare anyone. It being so emotionless just made it that more frighteningly. She shook her head in protest, trying to push her away. Squirming like a baby who didn’t want to be fed. But this was the opposite thing entirely. She was about to be fed on. And that terrified. 

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   ”H-HOMURA-SAN N-NO!” She tried to screech but the fangs entered into her neck. The pain was enough to shut her up. The excruciating feel of the teeth in her neck made her cry even more, probably terrible since she was already losing blood to the girl’s hunger. But it hurt… The girl feeding on her, the cool hands and fangs that were on her hurt. 

    It hurt more than just her neck. She could feel places like her toes and fingers, the very ends of her body start to fall asleep, the painful tingly of the limbs not getting blood to them was hurting. But more than that it hurt to breath. Her voice lost because of it. She couldn’t scream for help, couldn’t tell her to stop, all she could do was cry. And even more so, her head started to feel dizzy, her vision blurry by her tears and fading consciousness. 

    P-Please m-make it stop… S-Someone please just… make the p-pain stop.

          || { † } She was thankful the screams dissolved once her fangs had pierced the girl. Panicked shrieks and writhes were swallowed by the pain, and Homura concentrated on the sounds of her own gulping rather than the soft whimpers under her. If she shut her own eyes tight, she wouldn’t have to look into those eyes again until the life had finally been sucked from them.

     But even so…Hitomi was still pleading. Almost inaudibly, but she was still shaking in something that was either agony or protest. Perhaps both. Silent tears - wracked sobs - traces of Madoka lingered in her brain, a thought that she couldn’t jolt out of herself. No, no, no…!

     The frustration caused Homura to clench her teeth tighter, burying her nose into the thick curls of Hitomi’s hair and digging her fangs deeper. The sooner this girl died, the sooner this annoying guilty conscience went with her.

     The thing was… if Homura intended for her to be dead, she would have been killed long ago. Why was she being so slow? Why was she keeping her alive?

     The dread of the green-haired flowed into her through the blood she was eagerly taking, though it felt that the persistence of her drinking wasn’t entirely determined by thirst. She needed to quieten those struggles, kill them off, kill the guilt off, kill her…

                                                         Homura-chan, why?”  

Unwanted sobs from Madoka flickered across her mind. Homura almost let a growl rip from her throat in response. No. This wasn’t fair. She just wanted to drink, she just wanted to save Madoka, this Hitomi didn’t matter, she never did, why now and why her?

     Disorientated, Homura lost her grip on the girl and fell back against the wall for support, slamming her into it while the vampire tried to gather her composure mid-drink. Hitomi was still crying. Small cries. Pitiful cries. Like Madoka. The vampire gasped and suddenly forced herself off of her victim, drawing in deep, desperate breaths from a mouth smeared in dripping crimson of various shades. 

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               ❝…Why…why…why you…out of everyone else, why you…?❞

     She’d fixed the girl a loathsome glare, but the hate was directed more towards herself for not being able to end Hitomi’s life for some reason pathetic reason that wasn’t beyond a ‘guilty conscience’. How laughably humane. Homura’s grip on Hitomi had lowered to her shoulders, and her fingers were trembling while her outstretched arms kept the distance between them great.

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