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.
blog est. Nov 2013

Status: Hiatus (as of Mid August)

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Beleaguer (+Umeko)

Victim:

Everything seemed to happen in the span of a few seconds. One moment Umeko was picking up the Grief Seed, the next she was pressed up to a wall, her head buzzing and her heart racing. Her first instinct was to escape, but she quickly realized that her body couldn’t even move. All she could do was stand still and stare into her attacker’s bloody red eyes, everything she could see of them in the darkness.

There had to be a way of breaking free. Magic was out of the question, though, as it was considerably low after fighting that Witch. Her only other option was to talk, something she had always been notoriously bad at.

Swallowing hard, Umeko opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn’t even know what to say, to start with. She didn’t know who was attacking her or why, what their intentions were, she didn’t know anything. It was problematic at best, and terrifying at worst.

Even so, she was curious. Scared, helpless and confused, but still curious. Realizing this caused her to speak on impulse, no longer considering whether or not she would be able to distract her captor or trying to calculate her actions. All she wanted, for now, was to know.

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“What are you?”

          || { † } The prey had attempted to vocalise a response back in the time Homura had left after her own words. It had only been a rhetorical muttering though. It needed no reply, for this girl was already good as dead.

     The short question made her realise that the unnamed girl on the receiving end of her hungry attack didn’t even have the faintest clue as to what was going on. Perhaps Homura should have just stuck her fangs into her neck and let her find out for herself, but tonight she was in a rare, playful mood.

     She could sense the fear of her victim and – giving in to her monster instinct – she rather enjoyed it. 

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          ❝ – What am I? Oh, so you’ve already caught on.
                  I see how it is. Well. In that case…

                                               … I am something that preys on the
                                                   blood of people. Call me what you will, 
                                                   but I’m afraid you’re out of time. ❞

     Homura grinned, flashing a glimpse of two fangs.

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