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This fiction is part one in a series that I may or may not continue. It seems to have closure, but I know that there's still a sense of open-endedness that would drive so many of you insane. So I'll probably write the second part and stop tormenting you (eventually), like a good girl. *dies*

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This fiction contains BE (as well as enlargement elsewhere), as well as a not insignificant amount of gore towards the end. Keiji Itoh is sixteen in this fiction for plot purposes only, and is not underaged for p�dophilic reasons. If you would be legally unable to read adult content (or simply shouldn't), please close this file immediately.

Oh, and onii-san = older brother, and otouto-san = little brother.

Chapter One It was a crisp autumn day. Almost wintertime, the air smelled of fallen leaves and burning wood. The normal aven wildlife had flocked Southward in search of warmer climates, leaving only the thickly-feathered variety roosting in the high trees of Cheneve. Other than the far-between emerald- and ivory-plumed birds, there was little to be said for livelihood in this medium-sized town. First bell rang on the school grounds, and the students made their way from the halls to their classrooms (it was much too cold for anyone to linger outdoors). Cheneve only had one school�this private school, called the Cheneve Technical Institute, or CTI. Tuition was steep, but it was a mountain town, and tourism provided a substantial income; this, primarily, provided a means to prevent student traffic into the community, for the inhabitants much prefered the small size of their town and held prejudice towards strangers. Besides, most of the citizens of Cheneve could afford the schooling should their children desire it; but, few desired the intellectual hardship of schooling. CTI provided an environment intolerant of anything short of perfection�a student should not be permitted access to such a privilege if he would not take it seriously. A class average lower than a 3.5 would double a student's workload in that class; if he were unable to complete the allotted assignments for the remainder of the quarter, he would be suspended for a year, to be put on trainer detail. Uniforms were to be worn�both crisp and clean�at all times while on campus: for the boys, this entailed white slacks, a white buttondown, and black boots (shined, of course); while, for the girls, this meant a white pleated skirt, no shorter than just above the knee and no longer than below the knee, a white buttondown, and formal black shoes with a heel that covered both one's toes and heels (younger girls were to wear Mary Janes or Saddle Oxfords, as heels are improper for them, as such). Shoes were to be worn with white knee-high socks or tights when a girl's ankles would otherwise be visible. Both girls and boys were to wear the CTI white blazer, with the embroidered lapel of the school crest, which held in its badgelike shape the form of the cross. Also to be worn was either a black tie or cravat�always to be tied, taut to the collar of one's shirt, and always pinned. Hair was always to be pulled back or cut short. Piercings and jewelry were essentially the only area in which the students were given creative license with individualizing their appearance. These strict rules were enforced in order to keep the students focused solely on their schoolwork while on the school's time. Each classroom seated between five and fifteen students, the campus holding a grand total of forty-seven classrooms. There was one central building with four wings, each separated from the other by an outside corridor. There were no dormitories on campus, since all students were, by, default, citizens of Cheneve. Regardless of their reasons for tending to a formal education, each student was required to be in class for at least eight hours, or six classes, a day. The first bell for Gavin Oriolli of the West Wing had begun, and his class of six girls and four boys were just now settling in. A teacher in his early thirties, he was a strict one, but allowed for about five minutes for his children to collect themselves during first bell. Primarily, he taught organic chemistry, but he also was suited as CTI's evening librarian. He had studied under Headmaster Gregory Rivelle for the past eighteen years, and was immediately inducted onto his staff of teachers once desire to teach had been voiced. He'd started teaching from the time he had just turned nineteen. Age knew no boundaries when it came to education in Cheneve. "What's the matter, Naoki?" Saori asked quietly, seeing her friend in a state of depression. She began playing with Naoki's short, tawny hair in an attempt at making her feel better. "What else has been the matter with her?" Rano muttered, butting in on the conversation from behind the two of them. "Keiji's been missing for almost two weeks now. You know she's got a crush on him...." He poked her playfully, but got his hand smacked for it. "It's been that long?" she uttered, half-addressing him, in a daze over it. "I do not have a crush on him!" she defied, tucking her arms even tighter across her chest. She turned her nose at Rano with an angry snort, then immediately sank back down in her seat, losing her violent attitude and returning to her dolour. "Regardless whether you do or not, Naoki," he replied, arching an eyebrow in his otherwise unemotive expression, "we still don't know where he went." He ran his hand through his black hair, glancing at her with his cerulean eyes. "I think it's best that you forget him for the time being and get your mind back on your work. You don't want to be suspended, do you?" Naoki shuddered, closing her clover green eyes in protest. "No." "I have heard enough on the subject of Itoh," Oriolli-san muttered, looking with annoyance to the three of them talking. The entire room went silent when he spoke. "He's decided out of the blue to stop showing. His brother and mother don't have any idea where he's gone. The community has taken the stance that he's abandoned his life here." "But Oriolli-san!" Naoki objected fretfully. "He was Cheneve's best student! You can't just throw out his very existence here...!" "That is Rivelle-sama's decision, Donati-chan, not mine." He tapped his papers together on the surface of the desk to collect them together, then stood, putting them down and picking up a manila folder. He moved to the podium and set the folder down atop it. But, before he could begin to speak, his attention drifted out to the hallway, where a student was wandering aimlessly. Oriolli thought to himself, It's twenty past the bell now. That boy should be in class! And he started out to retrieve the meandering boy. The class began to murmur to themselves as he put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Why aren't you in class?" he demanded. The mess of chin-length, wavy blond hair turned slowly, matching the teacher's glare with one of soulless green eyes. The rather diminutive teenaged boy simply stood there, his face blank and dazed. Though in basic uniform, he was not wearing his blazer, and his shirt was untucked. His ascot hung around his neck, untied; an emerald brooch had been pinned to one side of it. Oriolli lost his breath at such a pallid, lifeless sight. "...Keiji...!" he uttered, almost frightened by the boy. "Where have you been!" He said nothing for a minute, as though he'd forgotten how to speak. "...The... Takeru...." A commotion arose in the class such that Oriolli instantly became enraged by the simple appellation. He turned to find that his students had all crowded around the open door to see who was going to get in trouble. "You dare show your face here after going completely AWOL for two weeks, then expect us to believe you saw the Takeru!? You filthy little boy!" He turned Keiji to face the other way, then shoved him down the hall. "To the Headmaster's office with you!" Keiji made no defiance, the will having lost him. Once the teacher and the apparition had turned the corner, Saori fell over. "Keiji looked terrible!" she squealed, tugging down at her auburn pigtails. "It's as though something stole his very life out of him!" Everyone murmured in agreement, brows furrowed. "We heard him say something about the Takeru," Rano muttered, slumping down on top of one of the desks in front of the room. "Rano, shut your mouth," Chimi snapped, lobbing him upside the head. "You know that's just a story made up to scare little kids!" He rubbed his head, grumbling a little. "Stupid girl, don't you see? That's what they WANT you to think!" "Why would 'they' want us to think the Takeru isn't real if he is? And who do you mean by 'they,' anyway!" Everyone started to gripe at Rano, but, before they had the chance, Tachi crept up behind Chimi. Making creepy spider hands, he wailed, "The walking undead will devour your souls...!" Everyone fell silent again, a chill running up their spines. "Y�you don't suppose that the urban legend is true...?" Chimi squeaked, pouting in fear. "Y�you don't suppose that the Takeru really does prey upon unsuspecting women in the streets at night...?" She cried out, flailing when Tachi's spider hands found foot on her neck. "STOP IT, Tachi!!" "Even if it is true�how would it have affected Keiji?" Naoki uttered. "The myth is that the Takeru only drinks the blood of virgin women...." "This is just stupid," Saori griped. "The Takeru doesn't exist. That's like admitting to alien contact! Now really, guys. Talk sense, would ya?" "She's right..." Naoki nodded, solemn. "Maybe Keiji just had some sort of spiritual hallucination. That happens to Headmaster Rivelle all the time... doesn't it...? And it's apparently relatively common in Cheneve...." Everyone agreed. Just then, Oriolli came back, without Keiji Itoh. "Now that that bit of excitement is over...." He sighed, thoroughly miffed, then re-entered his classroom and closed the door once more. He again stood at the podium, and began his lecture for the second time. ~*~*~ Keiji Itoh stood before the Headmaster's desk. The room was dimly lit, save four ceilingbound lamps in each of its corners. The high-backed leather office chair swiveled around so Rivelle could face him. Tinting his long, slender fingers, he eyed the boy with cobalt blue eyes. In a white suit, his long, blond hair was slicked back and held in place with a crimson scarf, a wide crimson tie was tied around his neck, and a crimson kerchief had been tucked into his breast pocket. "Itoh-kun." He waited for the boy to respond; but, when he received none, he continued, his eyes narrowed with impatience. "You know that you threw away your reputation and records by vanishing so suddenly, for so long. What happened?" Suddenly something fell from Keiji's consciousness and he fell to sit in one of the two chairs behind him. He rubbed his head, cradling his face in one large hand. He looked up at the Headmaster with sadness and fear in his emerald green eyes. "I... I don't know.... I can only remember a face. I... I saw the Takeru, Sir...." Rivelle's eyes flared wide. The audacity...! "I know you don't believe me, Sir..." he uttered, his soft voice quivering, "but I know what I saw...." "You know the enormity of the claim you're making, Itoh-kun." He nodded solemnly. He forced a heavy breath through his nostrils, his eyes closed shut, then looked at Itoh. "Have you been home since you regained what memory you have?" He shook his head solemnly. "Go home." "Yessir." ~*~*~ After about half an hour, Keiji Itoh stumbled upon his house, then made his way absent-mindedly to the door. Though no one in Cheneve ever locked their doors, he found himself hesitate at the doorstep. He lost his breath and began running his fingers along the frame of the door harshly, such that it made a squeaking sound. His mother came to the door moments later, scared half to death. Anne Itoh was an overly excitable woman, but she could scarcely voice such exasperation. He stared at her soullessly, unable to express emotion at the time. "Hi, Mom." She rushed to press him to her bosom, squinting her eyes shut to hold back tears. "I've missed you so much...!" Anne grew confused and anxious after a minute. "Keiji, why don't you come inside? You look terrible. Get off your feet." It felt as though something had slapped Keiji in the back of his head, and something else had fallen out of him. He stupidly followed her inside, suddenly okay again. He smiled faintly, looking to her. "I've missed you, too, Mom." The two of them sat, but she still was anxious. "Where have you been!?" "It's complicated.... I'm home, though. That's what counts... neh?" She nodded, holding him to her again. ~*~*~ Keiji had retired upstairs. He proceeded to the bathroom, where he stripped off his clothes and stood there, naked, before the mirror. Brushing his hair, he glared at his body in disgust. Since he was born, he was forced to live as though a man, when, in fact, he was not. His father was insane, and beat both Keiji and Anne should he feel they were not giving to this standard�or, whenever he damned well pleased to beat them. Suffice it to say, Kagetsuya's abuse left neither of them in any position to draw in the authorities to arrest and commit the maniac. Fortunately for Keiji's well-being, his body had never developed curves of any sort, remaining almost five and a half feet tall once puberty had had its way with him. Lanky but not frail, he had rather large hands, especially for having a female physique. It had been difficult for him to conceal his periods, thus far, since he never knew when they would occur�women who psychologically block their effeminacy tend to have erratic cycles as such. But, he had managed it. He was lucky, if it's possible to consider him such. Brushing his hair, he inspected his body for any sort of injuries, since he pretty much felt like he'd been struck by a bus. He noticed nothing out of the ordinary as he ran his hands over his androgynous but shapely chest. Once he put the brush back in its drawer, he leaned closer to the mirror, seeing a mark on his neck. Horrified, he was almost incapable of denying that there seemed to have been two puncture scars on the left side. Trying to dismiss it, he proceeded to step into the shower and turned on the hot water. After he'd dried himself off, he opened the closet and shuffled through his clothes. He didn't seem to realise that it had been two weeks since he'd last been in his room. He plucked a dark grey long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of jeans out, as well as a pair of boxers and some black socks. Once he'd put them on, he flopped on his bed�the bottom bunk of a bunk bed�and took a much-needed nap. He was awakened by his brother's return home. The book bag hit the floor with a crash. Keiji turned over and looked up at Toshihiro, who had never known that his brother was really his sister. "Hi, onii-san." "Where the hell have you been?" He was trying his best not to cry relieved tears at seeing his little brother wasn't gone. "I actually don't know. It's almost like I was brainwashed, onii-san...." Again the teenaged boy grew solemn; but, this time he couldn't stop thinking that the Takeru actually did exist, and unconsciously felt at the side of his neck. "Are you okay?" He winced. "Agh, I shouldn't have dropped my bag so quickly. The plastic strap sliced my palm open...." He looked at it with a grimace. "That stings." Something overwhelmed Keiji then, and he rose from the bed, shadows in his eyes. He took his brother's hands in both of his, and brought it to his face, smelling of it. Moments passed as Toshi looked on in increasing fright. Keiji's tongue crept out from between his parched lips, and he began to nurse the wound hungrily. Once Toshi had mustered the voice to do so, he uttered his brother's name aloud. "Keiji...!" He instantly snapped out of it, and, realising what he'd done, he stared at his bloody hands in horror. "G�gomen ne, onii-san...." He couldn't stop thinking that the taste was wonderful, how the blood coated his tongue.... He felt tears well up when he found his canines were sharper and longer than before, though, not by much. "What's wrong with you?" he uttered, running to the bathroom to run his hand under cold water. "I... I don't know...." He began to fret, unable to deny the perceived truth that he'd been bitten by the Takeru. "Go back to sleep! You've got to be sleep deprived or something...." He continued to gripe about just how weird his brother was. He nodded softly, turning back over. Suddenly the light began to close in on him. He climbed under the covers and pulled them over his head. He fell asleep quickly. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Two Keiji awoke at midnight, restless. I can't let anyone know that I was bitten, he wailed to himself. The Takeru only preys on girls...! Sure, some people won't read anything into it, but Father...! He couldn't shake the horror. He rose and approached the bay window to the right side of the end of the bunk bed. Opening it, he looked out into the night sky solemnly. The light wind teased his blond hair and twirled it off from his ears. What's wrong with me!? he continued. A sudden wind kicked up and whipped into the room; then, the air was again calm. You're changing, my dear. He blinked, taken aback. Okay, I know that wasn't me thinking out loud.... he began to worry. "What am I changing into?" he whispered to the darkness. You don't have to speak aloud, dear. You don't want to wake anyone. Flustered, confused, and slightly embarrassed silence ensued before the dark, rich voice continued. You're becoming whole. What's that supposed to mean!? he whined, pouting. He began to look around in the yard below to see if there was anyone there. I'm not down there, he led. I'm right next to you. Keiji looked up in the tree that grew beside the window and clasped his hands over his mouth in fright when he caught a glimpse of a silhouette hovering on the branch. The only discernable feature was the man's golden eyes, which seemed to glow in the waning moonlight. W�who are you? I'm just a shadow. Don't worry about it. If you're "just a shadow," then why are you in my tree? Suffice it to say, Keiji didn't know whether to be angry or frightened. I heard you awaken, and came to you. I have nothing more important than tending to my charge, you see? He chuckled quietly, aloud, then again fell silent. Please stop being so cryptic, Keiji finally managed to mumble. The figure's jovial tone sank flat, and Keiji saw his eyes narrow somberly. You want answers, then. This isn't just a game, you know, he griped, frustrated. I was drinking the blood from my brother's injured hand! Already you lust, he uttered, surprised. I've not had any charge that's taken to her instincts so soon after being shooed from under wing.... He thought for a moment, to form the words. You're the Takeru, aren't you? You bit me, and now I'm like you, aren't I? The figure chuckled. Cheneve is such a superstitious place. I suppose it's one urban legend that lives up to its reality. The vague response he'd been given drove Keiji mad with fear. He couldn't quite decide that it had been a 'yes'. Why did you embrace me? he uttered. Why did I embrace you? The man smiled, amused. You're certainly not unlike the rest of the youths around this place with your knowledge of such things. Yet still, hearing you call it that caught me off-guard.... He shook the warmth and answered the question. You don't remember what happened two weeks ago, do you? The question took him aback. Try as he might, he could not recall anything from before the time he'd been stumbling around campus earlier that day. It made him want to cry. What did you do to me!? He felt so useless. Dear, don't be that way.... Please.... He sighed. I found you in the woodland surrounding my estate. I had followed you, since it was peculiar to see a young girl in such a place at night. The townsfolk of Cheneve are horribly upset by a full moon. You'd spooked a flight of bats into attacking you, and you saw me and fled. By the time I found you again, you were badly injured and had collapsed about a hundred yards from where you'd started running from the the bats. When you regained consciousness and saw me standing over you, you were more than frightened and tried to get away. No matter how you struggled against me, I was fast onto you.... He trailed off, growing solemn and remorseful with each passing thought that passed through his mind. Keiji looked at his hands in grief. I... I'm a vampire now, aren't I? he uttered. ...You could say that.... Again with the vague answers. Be straight with me, damnit. Be straight with you? Hn, I thought I was being perfectly clear. You thought wrong, he growled. What the bloody hell did you do to me? You want to hear me say that I murdered you in heat of my hunger. You want to hear me say that I took advantage of your weakened state such that you couldn't put up any form of a fight against me. You want to hear me say that you're just. Like. Me. Don't you? Rage filled the man's voice then. He didn't like being forced to admit his shortcomings. Silence came again, and Keiji began to snivel. B�bakemono...! he cried out, his eyes wide in agony. So emotional for a transvestite teenager, aren't we? he growled, put off. You heartless jerk! You have no idea how to talk to anyone, do you! I certainly know better than to let someone else force me to lie to myself. I lie to myself perfectly well on my own. Once he'd gotten the girl to glare at him, he grinned painfully. It's true; I can't deny it. I've gotten a bad reputation over the years. Cheneve doesn't know that I don't just let my hunger rule me; she doesn't know that I starve myself�isolate myself�just because of what I am.... So this all was an accident! Nothing is for nothing. Everything happens for a reason. The stupidity of his statement calmed Keiji. He was so stupid. Couldn't be more than a brute animal. True, his words smacked of intelligence, but they scarce held any sort of complete thought. Why did you come to me? he growled. I was worried about you. It struck him dumb. Someone had worried about him? I just thought you needed someone to talk to. You're angry, so I guess I've overstayed my welcome. I'll go. Wait. Hn? Why diddun' you come inside? This brought a smile to Takeru's face again. Silly girl, you know I can't go anywhere uninvited. Then everything was silent. A smile found itself on Keiji's face as well. He put a fingertip to his mouth in a daze�after that conversation, how could he possibly be happy? I'm not alive, he uttered in realisation. In lunacy, he grinned like a madman and pranced into the bathroom. It hit him that he could see perfectly well in the darkness, and he murmured giddily, his emerald eyes wide in insanity. I'm not alive. He glared at his reflection, then took a matter-of-fact stance, sizing himself up. He ran his hands through his hair, then tugged at it a bit. Not. Alive. Not alive. He noticed he wasn't breathing and stopped for a moment, his hands falling to his sides again. ...Dead.... He began to ache again, and decided to lay back down. After closing the window quietly, he curled up in a small, frightened ball in the middle of his bed, not even taking the time to pull the sheets over himself. "Dead...." ~*~*~ In the morning, Keiji awoke groggily to the sound of his alarm clock. Smacking the off button, he slunk out of bed and into the bathroom. Toshihiro was still in bed, but he was awake. "I got a chill last night. You okay this morning? Sleep okay?" He was hoping that his little brother had gotten over that temporary fit of insanity from yesterday afternoon. "Mm, I'm fine," he replied, still half-asleep as he brushed his hair. He surpressed the urge to cry out when he noticed just how pale his skin was for the first time, shocked to consciousness. His pallor intensified the start he got when he looked into his own emerald green eyes, which had become somehow frighteningly intense, in the bright fluorescent lighting. He swallowed hard; the sides of his tongue brushed up against his canines, which were sharp to the touch. Shutting his eyes, he tried to forget about the changes that had occurred in his metamorphosis, and hoped no more would be to come. Throughout his usual morning routine he continued to be vexed by the horrible pains of hunger. He descended the stairs. The smell of breakfast, he hoped, would be enough to get him through the day. He didn't want to find out if a corpse would be capable of handling digestion, but not once did he think that such hunger could have dissolved that doubt outright. "Good morning, Keiji," his mother greeted, setting a plate of cinnamon rolls at his usual place at the dining room table. "I hope you're feeling better this morning?" All emotion fell from his heart then. "I'm fine." After a moment that he stood there, she nervously inquired, "Are you going to eat your breakfast? I know how much you love cinnamon rolls, Keiji...." "Thank you, but I'm not hungry." "You're sure you're fi�" "I'm okay, Mom," he snapped quietly. She shivered, suddenly chilled. Toshi waltzed up and snatched the plate, sitting down with it at his usual spot. "It's your loss, otouto-san. I *love* Mom's rolls." He eagerly dove in, and continued from there on to ignore their prior conversation. "I... I have something I need to tend to this morning, mom." He shot out the door without giving her time to question him. Once outside, he cringed in agony, squinting his eyes shut in the sunlight. He dug out his sunglasses from his pocket�he'd thought ahead�and proceeded to rush hastily to school. Feed.... His thoughts raced as he sped down the sidewalk. Feed.... The hunger was inescapable. Feed...! He tore at his hair and growled, trying to rip the voice from his head. Feed, Keiji. Feed! Resistance fell from Keiji as though he'd dropped it. He drooped his head and trailed along the high brick wall, then turned the corner. He would be at school soon. That would be enough to silence his thoughts. ~*~*~ Naoki found him sitting in the outside commons, idlely fiddling with something or another. He seemed to be snacking boredly. "Morning, Naoki-chan," he mumbled, not looking to her. He stuck another morsel in his mouth. She felt shocked that he knew it was her without seeing her, let alone that he'd known she was even there. "Ah�hi. What are you doing?" "Nothing, really." She sat next to him, nervous. His eyes lacked luster as he glared endlessly at the tabletop before him. Upon closer inspection she noticed that he had a piece of fruit candy in front of him, which he'd gotten out of the vending machine in the cafeteria. She'd thought that he'd gotten the package for himself to eat, but it grew obvious that this was hardly the case. His attention not once fell to her; it piqued upwards then, as a fly swirled down to inspect the sugary lump, and followed it as it made its way to its prize. His hand shot out and caught it nimbly with two fingers, then zipped up to his mouth. Without chewing he swallowed it, not stopping there. Already another fly was on its way to its doom. Naoki could scarce find herself capable of finding comprehension for something as horrifying as seeing him like this. "Ah�are you okay, Keiji-san...?" she managed to choke out. His hand zipped up again and again shot to his mouth. "I'm fine," he mumbled, with a slight buzz from the flit of struggling wings. "Ah�if you're... if you're sure.... I'll see you first bell...." She walked off in denial that she'd even seen such a thing. Once she had left him alone, his thought began to wander again. Flies are small. But flies are eaten by things that are not so small. Hn, yes.... Spiders capture flies. I've captured flies, too. Hnn.... Spiders.... The now obsessive girl's attention wandered upward into the tree above, where a web lay untouched. He caught another fly, but did not eat it. No, he held it in his hand. Staring upward at the woven silk strands, he calmly let his hand open, slowly, such that the fly flew into the trap and caught itself. Then he awaited for his next course to make its way to its prize. ~*~*~ "I tell you, he was eating flies!" Naoki babbled to Saori, distraught. "Naoki-san, you had to have been seeing things. That's disgusting." The two of them looked to Keiji, who'd been sitting behind them silently, without denial, as they talked about him. He seemed completely preoccupied, staring at Oriolli-san, who didn't seem to notice. "Keiji?" she began, now worried. "Is that... a feather in your mouth?" "Hn, what about it?" he mumbled, not looking to either of them. Saori shivered. "I see what you mean, Naoki." Rano glared at him, a brow arched. "What the heck is wrong with you?" he began, waving a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Keiji. What are you staring at?" "Hn." It took him a minute to care to finish the thought. "Oriolli-san was working in his rose garden this morning." "H�how do you know that...?" Saori uttered. "His hands are all scratched up, and the wounds are fresh." The three of them shivered. Oriolli hadn't heard Keiji, unfortunately, and the others were so freaked out that class continued in complete silence. ~*~*~ As the hours passed, Keiji's hunger continued to devour him inside-out. He could take it no longer and ducked out at the beginning of lunch time. That he had no breath began to get to him and he gasped for air, stumbling off toward the copse skirting the campus. "Keiji!" Saori called after him, worried. "Where are you going!" After she got no response and she had caught up with him, she took hold of his shoulder and stopped him. The look in his eyes made her scream�that same look that he'd given Oriolli, that same look he'd given the flies. He clapped his hand over her mouth and silenced her, in a sweat. "So hungry," he mouthed, insanity overwhelming him then. His fangs began to slide out of his gumline further and further, and he growled, ravenous. She stumbled as she tried to back away and fell backwards, yelping; but he caught her, kneeling down, almost atop her. He dextrously pulled her ascot from around her neck with his right hand, his left still at her mouth, then he proceeded to gag her with it. He ran his hands eagerly up the sides of her chest, letting them wander across her shoulders and up her neck. He sighed in utmost exasperation, then held her still and sank straight into her jugular. Though it was a new sensation, for the both of them, he managed to get a solid liplock on her throat, sucking deeply. She moaned in agony, trying still to squirm out of his impossible hold on her. Somehow, she began to have some sort of delight beyond the throbbing pain; but, she grew dizzy from loss of blood soon after and fainted. He propped himself up on all fours, licking the wound instinctively to stop the bleeding, then wiped his mouth with his hand. Before he'd had much longer than a moment to enjoy the sensation of being content, he was thrown aback by a raging burn in his chest. He flailed backwards onto his back and choked, unable to make any sound. He stared on in horror as his shirt began to round out; he bared his fangs skyward in throes, throwing his head back. He felt his areolae swell and his nipples poke outward, and he clutched at his chest futilely. By the time the form-fitting buttondown had grown paralyzingly tight, the growth had ceased. Though he had no breath, he found himself gasping for air. Such violent motion in his chest had forced the buttons to squeal to stay put. Scared stiff, he tried to button his blazer over them in an attempt to make them seem smaller, but to him, it only managed to make them feel even bigger. He couldn't believe it�he actually had breasts! They were hardly insubstantial, each of them easily capable of filling one of his large hands. He cautiously reached under the tight blazer curiously and poked at his nipple. They were easily twice their original size. In a cold sweat, he stood, almost bowled over by their mostly imagined weight. He left his victim where she lay and stumbled away into the woods past the campus border, in search of answers. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Three Keiji looked down at her chest as she wandered through the Peal Woods. What in the hell is wrong with me?! she berated. I ate Saori, and I swelled up like a balloon as a result! "GOD. I ate Saori." She shuddered from thinking about it. She put her thin fingers to her mouth to find her fangs had receded to their previous, unnoticeable length and sighed. She hoped her hunger would be satisfied for then. Wandering for about fifteen minutes yielded fortunate results. She'd stumbled upon what seemed to be a long-forgotten estate, surrounded by a tall, vine-covered stone wall. The mansion itself stood four or five stories tall, and the architecture looked at least three centuries old. Hoping that this truly was where she thought it was, she looked around for a way inside the barrier, and found one after walking around it for about ten minutes. She sighed in awe as she emerged past the walls of the estate, witnessing now beautiful roses blooming all around her. Though it was quite painfully bright elsewhere, it dawned on her that the daylight was much duller here�yet the roses practically glowed with their own lively vibrance. She managed to tear herself from such beauty and continued onward in search of a door inside, putting her sunglasses back in her pocket. She came to the front and opened the enormous double doors wide, slowly, cautiously, then stepped inside. Her boots made a low, hollow clopping sound as she moved throughout the incredibly ornate house. She stood in the middle of the atrium and stared up at the ceiling, focusing her hearing. She gritted her teeth after a moment of hearing nothing. She then noticed, faintly, a vague semblance of music. She wandered around the room, trying to figure out exactly where the sound was coming from. Once she thought she'd located the source, she shot up the cascading staircase, up to the fourth floor, and sped this way and that, looking in every open room possible. The girl stood there in hopeless wonder once she'd found the music�a man sat there on the edge of the desk, playing a viola. There were no others around, so she smiled faintly to herself, amused that he would play for himself. She approached him gradually, admiring his playing, however forlorn the song may have been. He knew she was there, but didn't care. He smiled to himself as well. After a minute he stopped, setting the bow on the desktop. He didn't look to her at first; but, once he did, she gasped, startled. This man was the Takeru! His vicious eyes had a golden aura all their own, and his long sable hair fell in lush ringlets that contrasted his horridly pale complexion. His ears were pierced each once; in each hung a golden ring. The right ear's cartilege also was pierced, adorned with an aureate stud, as well as his right brow, at its tip. He wore a form-fitting, long-sleeved white linen blouse with a high collar and a great many pearl buttons, as well as a tarnished-gold vest and a pair of black slacks. A white cravat was pinned at his neck by a large cameolike brooch not dissimilar to that which pinned Keiji's to her throat�however, the stone was of an almost iridescent, ethereal blue, not emerald as hers was. He had his sleeves held up with a pair of tarnished-gold strings, which were tied at the middle of each of his upper arms to keep them from bagging at the hinges of his elbows, but not rolled up. Takeru laid eyes upon her; they narrowed, a smile fighting to remain hidden beneath his icy expression. "So again you've established you've got more instinct in you than you know what to do with, I see." He couldn't hide his amusement in his voice, though he kept from smiling about it. She flustered, embarrassed deeply. "Why diddun' you tell me this would happen if I fed!?" "Nn, the thought must have slipped my mind...." He put the instrument down as well and stood, beginning to pace. The thick, green velvet curtains were drawn, a single three-candle candelabra on the desk the only illumination the room was granted. "You know, you're just bloated is all, dear." He pulled a book off the shelf and looked at it boredly, then put it back and continued pacing. "You didn't kill him, did you?" "N�no..." she stammered, "and it was a girl, not a guy...." Keiji got a better look at the room at this point and noticed it was a study, the far wall lined with some five hundred books. A mirror covered the other wall. As she watched him pace, she dumbly uttered, "Vampires dunn' have a reflection, but you and I both... have a reflection." He snorted, glaring at the glass intensely. "You should know better than to take to heart *everything* you hear. What sort of sense does it make that a walking corpse wouldn't have a reflection, my dear? It's matter, and light refracts off it, regardless of animation�or the lack thereof." She again grew upset, feeling belittled by this beast. "What do you mean, I'm bloated?" She restrained herself from showing excess anger towards him. "You're swollen," he repeated nonchalantly, sitting back in the high-backed leather chair in the corner by the mirrored wall. He patted his lap in an attempt to get her to sit with him. She did so, anxiously, at first, then grew more and more comfortable the more she realised how calm and reserved his touch was. He held her hands with a vague smile, then moved to cup her chest in them with hardly affection at all. He patted her breasts upward several times such that they sloshed about a bit, as though thick-skinned water balloons. "You see," he mused, "the blood just doesn't have anywhere to go. A dead body doesn't have a metabolism, so it can't digest what it consumes." Once he'd demonstrated exactly what the added weight was, he returned to reservation. The girl blushed. "If I'm just bloated, then why arrenn' *you*? You've eaten a great deal more people than I have...!" He snorted, looking down at the wooden floor. "It's simply a matter of getting your body to generate the energy that would digest the raw blood. It's rather simple, really...." She wasn't quite sure how to react. "....You definitely exercise a great deal for all the years you've walked the earth." "Exercise?" he mumbled, looking to her again dumbly. "Oh, m'dear. Ha, it's not exercise what does it." "Th�then what...?" She choked up when he voiced his response in action, not words, his slender fingers meandering to her crotch. "A�ah...." "You've apparently never heard that humans burn the most calories at the point of climax," he murmured, highly amused. "It applies to any creature. Especially creatures... like us...." She would have objected had she not found his fingertips so enthralling. His nails were long and sharp, but he knew exactly how to wield them to derive pleasure through them, not just pain. A drawn-out, lecherous breath escaped his thin lips and passed over her chilled neck, and he unbuttoned her pants, sliding the zipper slowly undone. "You don't mind me relieving the stress for you... do you... love?" he uttered, trying to sound innocent. "It's terrible for your skin... to have that much pressure built up...." He chuckled, but said nothing more before she gave a reply. At this point she could think of nothing but having her father find out. She squinted her eyes shut, then grabbed hold of the Takeru's hands, throwing his right to her chest and the left down her underwear, in complete denial that this was even happening. He smiled, then slowly began to run his hands over her young, chilled body. His left hand began to explore her, then slipped inside her gingerly, while his right kneaded and massaged at her large, perky breasts. I hope people didn't find Saori... and figure out I'm really a girl... she thought to herself, upset. His jaw quaked at holding that much blood in a single hand, and he groped her lustfully. Ahh...! I might have turned Saori in my total lack of self-control...! His mouth found its way to her neck, and he nipped at her flesh with little to no restraint. Everything sliced through her panicked mind as his pointed, drooling tongue pressed deep into her throat�then her mind went completely blank of panic, her entire body stiffening to attention, her master having found her sweet spot. After a moment, she fell limp, and he cradled her in his arms. As she fell asleep, he refastened her pants, then licked his fingers clean. With the both of them now content, he decided then that he needed a nap, too. ~*~*~ Keiji awoke to find night had fallen. She looked around, still half-asleep. The Takeru had taken her to a bedroom and lain her within the gold, silken sheets of a valanced four-post bed. She stared at the ceiling in awe, then realized that the pressure in her chest had vanished. She patted at her breasts to find them again nonexistant. Somehow, it saddened her to find that the solution to her problem had worked so well.... She rose from the bed and looked at herself in the vanity mirror in the candlelight. Having eaten had given her human complexion. She smiled faintly, then wandered off in search of her master, having picked up her blazer and ascot in her arms. "Ah, the new fledgling," a female voice muttered as she walked past. She stopped and looked up to find a barefoot woman standing there in the doorway of one of the rooms, wearing a long, thin, revealing sapphire dress that matched her intense eyes. Her dust-brown hair was thin and straight, and it fell well past her shoulders, strewn lazily about as though windblown. Keiji blushed, noticing just how incredibly large the woman's breasts were�they were easily the size of the woman's head. The thought of how much blood had gone to such measures made the poor girl uneasy. "I guess Master's got a p�do kick this time around..." she muttered, arching an eyebrow at Keiji's androgynous form. "Hey!" she cried out, pouting and angry. "Just how old do you think I am!" "It doesn't matter if you're eight or eighteen, love. The Takeru doesn't waste his time on prepubescents unless he's got a damn good reason for it." She sniveled, but said nothing. She didn't even know the woman's name, but already she hated her. The woman flung herself upon her consolingly. "Master loves all his girls, little one. We're the ones he keeps." "'The ones he keeps'?" she echoed, trying to read the woman's intentions. "This estate is the Master's harem," she smiled. "No expense is too much for him�he always gets what he wants. And he wants his girls to be happy, little one." "I wish you'd quit calling me little," she whined, pushing her arms off her shoulders. "My name's Keiji. And you diddunn' tell me what yours was. It's rude." The woman laughed. "How cute! Attitude from a teenager!" She smiled. "I'm Mei. What sort of a name is Keiji? Are you *trying* to be a guy?" She looked at the floor. "Actually, yes." Mei shut up entirely, dumbstricken. Why the hell would Master have turned a transvestite...? She couldn't comprehend it. "I�I didn't mean that snidely, li�Keiji," she apologised, putting her hand on her shoulder. "Is Keiji your real name?" She nodded. "My parents brought me up as a male." "Why...?" "Coddunn' tell you," she snapped quietly, solemn. "I think my father's just a nutcase, and my mother's the most submissive bitch in the world...." Mei recoiled suddenly, upset by this. "I think I have a profound respect for you, then. I can't comprehend being forced to be something I'm not. Then again... I *am* a vamp...." Keiji smiled vaguely and looked to the woman. "...Do you know where Master is?" She returned the smile, happy that Keiji wasn't upset anymore. "He's probably down in the arboretum. He loves his roses just as much as he loves us, sweetheart. Heh, come on. I'll show you around the place." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Four "So, how many other vampires does Master have?" Keiji began, smiling as she thought about him. She was greatly pleased by the thought of belonging to someone, however twisted it may have been�it was a beautiful dream for her to be loved. Mei stopped at the guard rail overlooking the atrium on the floor, and leaned on it, staring out the large windows in the front of the mansion and into the night sky. "It's hard to say. I've met a good thirty, but I know there are many more than just that. There's a reason he's got such a big place, and it's not because vampires stereotypically have to have cavelike accommodations. He built this place years ago as a sanctuary for his girls." "Wow. Why�" She bit her tongue before she could actually ask about the sheer number of women he'd accumulated as his. She laughed sharply. "Master's not actually explained it to you, has he, then. Mmm," she mused, "being sexually active is a vampire's way of concentrating his power. It's a hand-off, if you'll see it that way�we women keep from being so full to the gills of blood that we can't move, and he gets the power rush from being a total pimp. But he doesn't abuse the hold he has on us, sweetheart. He honestly loves us, and doesn't want us to be in any pain, emotional or physical." "I woddunn' think he'd be a cruel creature," she smiled. "He kept me from dying�that's why he embraced me. I was bleeding to death because a flight of bats had attacked me." This got the woman's attention. "What in the world did you do to startle that many bats...?" she wondered. She shook her head. "I dunn' remember anything since about a month ago. That's just what Master told me happened." "Ah, well. I'm not one to call that man a liar." She snapped to attention from letting her mind wander a bit. "I just remembered that you'd wanted to go see him, dear. Come along." Keiji followed Mei down the cascade of stairs, then off to the West Wing under the stairs. "You aren't hungry, dear, are you?" she asked over her shoulder. She blushed, feeling made fun of. "Ano, you're hinting at my flat chest, aren't you." "Oh Keiji, dear. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I tend to enjoy waltzing about with a bit of raw magic in my veins. Makes me feel substantial." "I... I dunno that I'd even be able to consider that.... If my father found out that I'd done such a thing�" "Oh, screw your father," she interjected, put off. "He's got nothing on you now, you worrywort. Who cares what he'd do to you! You're immortal! You're a fucking vampire!" She flustered, put in her place. "I... I guess you're right, Mei-sama. I'm just not used to the thought...." "Oh, enough with the 'sama's. I may be older than you by a good sixty years, but that hardly makes me any better than you!" It dawned on Mei then the exact reason Takeru had claimed Keiji as his own. Master wants to give the girl a backbone.... She smiled to herself. "You didn't answer me whether you're hungry, dear." Keiji thought on it a moment�how warm and alive fresh blood had made her feel, how wonderful the pressure in her chest had felt.... She looked at Mei nervously. "Ah�ahh, you coddunn' tell me something, could you...?" Mei gave sound of cognition. "How well does the skin stretch...? I mean, does it just suck back up like elastic? And will it keep stretching out?" She snorted. Already she's intrigued by the thought of floating. "The skin only stretches to a certain point...." She opened the door to the kitchen and let Keiji walk in first, then proceeded to walk up to one of the four steel refrigerators that lined the walls. "You see, dear... blood has a magic in it�the magic of life, the energy of the soul it belonged to. It's where vampires get their power�and why I told you that concentrating it makes a vampire even more powerful. Our main strength is in flesh-shaping�floating is such an ironic side-effect to feeding.... Using blood magic for such things is called viscissitude. Stronger vampires are rather like a shapeshifter because the blood we drink allows us to manipulate our very bodies." "Ah.... S�do you�er, is the strength of a vampire measured by the number of people she's eaten?" She didn't know quite how to ask such a question, and was having difficulty as it was absorbing the conversation up to that point. "Dear, it's not a contest around here. Master's the only male on the continent, and he loves us all the same! There's no need to fight with one another. Our lifestyle here is very decadent. There's no pecking order at this house, with obvious exception." Keiji smiled, her curiousity content again for the time being. She did wonder, however, exactly how tight her skin would be able to get. It actually had felt quite nice once she'd gotten used to it the day before.... Mei opened the fridge finally, and pulled out a chilled blood bag. "A negative. It's got a nice coppery taste to it," she remarked, handing it to the girl, complete with a catheter. She smirked at seeing the girl slightly bemused by the tube. "Hee, it's just like drinking out of a straw." She fiddled with the end of it a little bit before deciding to use her fang to cut the end off. She spat out the discarded tip, then grinned and stuck the end in her mouth, drinking happily. Her mirth was thanks enough for Mei. The woman hooted. "Smart little whelp, aren't you, darlin'? You catch on quick." All Keiji did was nod, giddy. She eagerly awaited the blood to hit her body. "You know, if you concentrate on where you want it to go, it'll stream straight there instead of draining to your stomach first." The girl flustered. "What? That's why you're doing it, aren't you? That's why all fledglings do it. It feels damned good to get rounded out in places!" She pulled a glass out of a cabinet and put it down on the counter in front of her. "Pour me a glass, won't you?" She murmured, then pinched the tip with her fingers and pulled it from her mouth, then turned the catheter down into the glass. "Nn, sure," she replied, swallowing. "You, ah.... How big were you when you were human...?" Mei took up the full glass and took a moment to savour the very scent of the stuff, salivating. "Heh, I was big, dear, but not big like *this*. It's one reason I find it so bloody exhilarating, if you'll pardon the pun�I'd always just wanted to be bigger than even that." She downed a mouthful, not even caring how it hit her tongue, and sighed, content. "Christ, this stuff's like alcohol," she uttered, exasperated. Keiji watched the woman's chest with intrigue, curious whether just a mouthful would spur any change. She herself hadn't felt any change, and decided to experiment with her new friend's advice when no alteration occurred. She concentrated on her chest, and felt a strange warmth in her belly that moved up into her ribs. Soon she had wonderful A-cup breasts�and she hadn't even drunk more than a few mouthfuls yet! She looked at the bag, admiring the almost-whole pint that would be all hers, then resumed sucking down the rich blood within it, concentrating completely upon that one place. Mei noticed Keiji's novicial obsession with such a thing and snorted. "You know, that's not the *only* place it feels good...." She stopped drinking at hearing this. "Hmm?" She blushed when she knew Mei was hinting that her breasts were growing again from the cup's worth or so she'd just downed. She looked down and stared in awe as the fabric was pulled tighter and tighter across her chest�though it was hardly tight *yet*. The growth stopped once she'd started nipping out in her excitement, at about a C-cup. "What do you mean, it's not the only place?" she giggled. She felt so childish, but she loved it. She ran her hands over them, admiring how her pinky's thickness nipples poked out through the thin fabric, then looked up to Mei, remembering she was doing it in front of someone, and flustered, stopping it immediately. She choked at seeing that the woman's breasts had shrunk about a cup size, and that her stomach had flared up. "Ah!" "You sound shocked," she muttered, arching a brow. "It seems logical that eating would put it straight to your stomach, wouldn't it?" She grabbed the bag from Keiji and poured herself another glass. "B�but you look at least three months pregnant!" She couldn't help herself and she laughed about it. She tossed the bag back in the teenaged girl's hands. "So?" She shut up and went back to sucking on her bag. She tried to suck it down faster so she could get more of a rush from the growth�this was nothing compared to having the strength of a heartbeat force-feeding you. Once she found it futile, she sighed, and gave up, trying to be content with the gradual swelling she already was getting. The bag was empty now, and her breasts were slowly catching up to a EEE-cup. "Lord, you're a hungry girl," she remarked, commenting on how malcontent Keiji was with the amounts she was consuming. She got another bag out and gave it to her. "Tie off the catheter and bite the bag, dear. Just don't make a mess...." Surprised, she followed instruction, then held the bag so that she had an empty spot to bite. She let her fangs elongate, then sank into the bag and started sucking like she'd sucked on Saori's neck. She hungrily downed the entire bag in a matter of minutes, moaning in ecstasy over the wonderful, thick taste, excited deeply in anticipation. She collapsed to her knees, grinning and panting heavily (by instinct, as vampires have no breath), and looked up at Mei temporarily before the blood began to flow through her. She cried out�she'd drunk a great deal more than she had the day before, and the force hit her like a bus. Her breasts were swelling to abnormal proportions, but her shirt began to strain much sooner than her skin. Her areolae puffed out, completely sensitive to the touch, and were visible in the shape of her chest. Tighter and tighter the fabric became as her breasts became larger�and larger still. They didn't stop until they could grow no more, easily twice that they'd been the day before. And yet still, as stitches tore out from her armpits, the buttons ready to fly off her shirt, the blood continued to seek a resting place; once it could no longer force itself into her chest, it flowed downward into her buttocks, flaring them up and giving her real curves. The shock of such a sensation caused her to jump, and two buttons flew off her incredibly tight shirt, the strain wreaking cause and effect until almost all of her titanic cleavage was revealed. Soon the button on her pants flew off as those on her shirt had, and the fabric could no longer contain her enormous ass, which began to flow above her beltline. Once each cheek had grown to be almost each the size that her breasts had, the growth stopped. She was completely plastered into her pants from her hunger. The way it felt was indescribable�she probably weighed at least fifty pounds more now! She tried to stand, but had more than just moderate difficulty. Mei grinned at her. "Man. I don't think even *I* got that bloodlusty with my first meal...." ~*~*~ Keiji tried to stand for a minute without holding onto anything, but found it incredibly difficult to do so. "A�ano..." she uttered, overwhelmed, blushing deeply. Her arms no longer could rest easily at her sides, forced to rest around the tops of her breasts and her hands touching her enormously wide thighs. She stumbled slightly and caught herself�just barely on the counter. "Careful, dear," Mei cautioned, wary and wide-eyed. "You're probably as full as you can get without any definite danger of bursting." She couldn't restrain her inquiring thoughts and had to ask. "How old *are* you, Keiji?" "Ah, sixteen." Her eye twitched. "Definitely a horny teenager," she stated. She bit her tongue once she realised she'd said it out loud. "Come on," she led, having now embarrassed herself. "We should get Master." ~*~*~ Slowly, Mei led her down the hallways; fortunately, the garden was near the kitchen, and not much walking was necessary. As she walked outside again, this time into the night air, Keiji smiled, looking up into the sky in admiration. The garden smelled wonderful during the day, but it was ethereal at night. The roses practically glowed with life. "Master," Mei called out, leaving her side for a moment to locate Takeru. She found him after wandering off for a few minutes, and brought him back with her. When he caught sight of the girl, his eyes grew wide in shock. "*You* were hungry...! It usually takes months for one of us to build up that much blood...!" He inched nearer and nearer, the girl almost unaware of his advances, completely distracted by just how tight her skin and clothing both were. He came up behind her and began running his hands over her shoulders, then let his spiderlike hands wander to her chest, groping of her deeply. He moaned softly, feeling her engorged flesh. He stroked her sides, then felt of her thighs, which were in a similar state as her breasts. She clenched up from the attention, blushing. "She only ate two bags, Master," Mei interjected, enjoying watching him play with the girl. "You must have used your concentrated blood without even knowing, then, m'dear," he whispered into her ear, slowly bringing her to lay down in the grass beside the main path. He laid down atop her and resumed groping her, nuzzling her chest. He stared up at her lustfully, pushing them together around his face as best he could. "You must like this if you forced them to be this big. I can tell from just touching them that this isn't all blood." "I... of course I like them," she replied, flustering. "I would have made them bigger, but the skin got too tight...." "I can tell," he muttered, a growl to his voice as he grabbed her butt. "But then again, curves are something you've never had.... Do you like having curves...?" "Of course I do," she replied, this time more assertive. "You like how tight your skin feels," he continued, teasing her nipples. "You like how your clothes cling to your body because you're so. Goddamned. Enormous." "Yes." A shadow fell over his eyes, and he grinned, his fangs elongated with excitement. He ground her nether regions forcefully such that the blood in her butt sloshed up into her chest just long enough to cause the shirt to rip open from the armpits down, the buttons flying off. Her breasts flailed downward as the small amount of blood that had caused the upset returned to its original resting place. "So big," he continued slyly, running his hands over her shapely, gigantic breasts. "Your nipples are so hard.... They've got to be the size of grapes. You like this so much.... It's been decades since I found a girl that loved floating this much so early on.... Hnn...." "I... I dunn' like it.... I love it...." She moaned as he moved on to sucking on her nipples. "Ahh...!" She tried to push him off momentarily. He looked at her, confused, and got off of her like she'd wanted. She pushed at her breasts in an attempt to recreate the force he'd caused, but in reverse. However, she couldn't wrap her arms around them well enough. He smiled amusedly at her frustration. "Heh, you want those pants off, don't you, dear?" He didn't wait for her to respond before giving her what she'd wanted, the pants tearing wide open, from her asscrack to her crotch. The sheer sound of such a thing made her so incredibly wet, let alone feeling the grass on her half-bare ass. She laid back, her impossibly perky breasts heaving upward, and she spread her legs. "Take me! Right now! I want to be bigger, damnit!" He chuckled, simply staring at her in utter amusement. "Mei, she wants sex," he grinned, looking to her. "Do you think she's ready for sex? She *is*, after all, only sixteen, and this is her second feeding...." Mei already had sat down a few yards away, and had begun fingering herself in enjoyment of watching the two of them. "I don't know...." "Why not!" she exclaimed angrily, getting increasingly more aroused the longer it went untended to. He laid atop her again and lost all hilarity, staring her in the eyes. Not looking as he did it, he groped her breasts violently. "Where do you think the blood goes when *I* eat?" The sheer thought of it caused her entire body to shudder, and she tried to wrap her arms around him so he couldn't get away, but again, she couldn't reach around her enormous chest and his strapping body. "Ah! Please! Please do it! Do *me*! I need it...!" "So demanding," Mei muttered, still simply watching, increasingly excited by the course of events. It wasn't every day that the Takeru was ordered to do such a thing, let alone that he did what he was told to do. He snorted, letting himself go. He started grinding on her to let her know that he would comply, then slid his pants off and continued. He tried to arch over her breasts to give attention to her throat, but found himself just inches short of grinding on her at the same time; so, he resumed giving attention to her breasts, pressing against her all the while. "So... you want to be bigger, do you...?" "Ah...! Yes!!" She stared at him as he returned to licking and sucking her engorged nipples. He's going to do it...! Mei uttered to herself in shock. He never does it! She's such a pet...! "Blood isn't just for personal consumption, you know..." he began. "You can use viscissitude on others, both humans and vampires alike...." He groped and kneaded her breasts. "I could use some of my own blood and make your breasts even bigger than they are... if you want...." He let out a lusty, raspy breath of excitement�he loved this part. She thrust them up in the air, unable to contain her complete excitement. "Oh! Do it! Do it!!" He grinned wickedly, focusing his magic upon her already-enormous breasts. As he sucked on them, he let his life-force flow from his mouth into them. Her skin grew tighter and tighter, until her breasts were completely round and almost three times the size of her head. Because the magic was so concentrated on her nipples, they had grown to be almost the size of golf balls. She clenched up, needing him to be in her so badly then. She truly thought that this was the best thing that had ever happened to her. He didn't stop enlarging her breasts as he plunged deep into her, his swollen member easily three inches wide from the sheer amount of blood coursing through it. Her tight virgin cunt recoiled from it being so large and she cried out. Her mind raced. Skin... so tight...! Still... getting bigger...! She moaned. He's so enormous...! He could hear her thoughts and was incredibly turned on by it, causing a bit of expansion in his penis as he continued pumping away. He grinned madly at her, seeing her shock from between her gigantic breasts as they bounced up and down with his motion. The skin that covered her breasts started to give complete resistance to further growth once her breasts were just larger than beach balls, and he stopped, giving more attention to her hind region. She would have complained, but the sheer fact that she could only see through her cleavage�but not over it�made her incredibly horny. "You like being big," he raved, eyes wide with delirium. "You like the fact that I can and am making you bigger." Her ass and thighs were then almost the size of her breasts again. He was trying to push her buttons by talking about what he was doing to her, nuzzling between the massive sacs of blood on her chest and glaring up at her. "But what you like best of all is that the bigger you get, and the more sex you have, the bigger and bigger you'll be able to make them." He made himself bigger again�this time about four inches wide; this got his foot-long penis almost completely stuck inside her, but still searching deeper. "You're so beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful." One more thrust and she sang out, her butt almost as big as it could possibly get as she climaxed. As he continued pounding her, the concentration began; but, it didn't have much of an effect on her this time in comparison to the time before. He noticed the shrinking had stopped once the weight she carried up front was just bigger than basketballs, and her butt had shrunk back to where it had been before he'd begun altering her body. He chuckled dementedly. "I guess we'll just have to keep at it, won't we, love?" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Five Once Keiji was back down to about a C-cup with a modest hind region, Takeru let off of her. He sat back and put his pants back on, then helped her to sit up after the exhausting experience. He kissed her softly, rubbing proudly at his crotch a little�That *has* to have been the best sex I've had in years, he thought to himself, not wanting his girls to hear him admit that he'd found himself a new pet. "You need some new clothes, since your uniform's been shredded," he commented, looking to Mei, who'd long since been attentive to her master's activities. Her stomach had vanished, and her breasts were a fair pair of D's now, a much more normal size than she'd been the first time Keiji'd met her. "Ahh, she looks beautiful, Master! Your viscissitude does wonders for us," she worshipped, standing and taking the naked girl's hand. He smirked. "I would like to consider myself an artist." "And an artist you are," Keiji uttered, finally getting the chance to feel of herself. These were curves she could get used to�but still, she enjoyed being huge. "Mei, show her to the Masquerade, if you would. I think she'd look nice in a deep blue." He stood and walked off, returning to his roses. "Don't mind Master," Mei whispered as she led Keiji back into the mansion. "He's eccentric in his old age." "I was about to say..." she worried, looking back just before the door closed shut behind them. "He diddunn' seem fazed in the slightest what he'd just done, and went straight back to what he was doing...." "Heh, dear, he gets this sort of thing all the time. It's his job to make sure we don't pop from floating." They ascended the sweeping stairway in the atrium, going up to the fourth floor. There was a bedroom door open, and Mei stopped there, poking her head in. "Hey, Ianna�I didn't hear you come in." "Do you *ever* hear me come in?" the woman replied with sweet, sweet sarcasm. Keiji looked on in total shock�this woman had to be at least eight feet tall! She quickly backed up against the far wall of the hallway, eyes wide in panic. The colossal woman didn't quite know how to react to seeing a new, stark-naked face, and cocked her head to one side inquizzically, scratching at her head of beautiful, short black hair. She got up out of her bed, which sighed in relief without her enormous frame to support, then slunk slowly over to the door, showing off her slinky tuniclike white dress that, even in her stature, trailed along the floor. Her sheer size and sinewy-but-shapely build made up in abnormalcy what her otherwise uncurvy body would boast. She, like Mei, was barefoot, and bent down to escape the doorway and meet Keiji's gaze with her own beautiful hazel eyes. "Ano, now who's this, then?" she mused with a smile as she looked back to Mei. "She's the newest fledgling. Master seems to have taken a liking to her." All the while Keiji simply stood there, frozen, unable to comprehend this amazon being here of all places. She could handle seeing that these women loved having big breasts, big butts, and that Mei even liked to feel pregnant from the blood she drank�but this! This was inexplicable! "She seems to have had a start," Mei teased, grinning at the poor girl. "Keiji, dear, she doesn't float. She puts it all away as soon as she gets it." When she thought her eyes could grow no wider, this brought her almost to the point of fainting. "Ah�you mean that if I un-float enough, I'll be that tall, too?!" she squeaked, swallowing hard in fright. She didn't want to topple over everyone else. "Nonono, dear.... Agh." Mei pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, kneading at it. "She spends it as it comes to her. She *wants* to be big." Ianna smiled. "Thanks for speaking for me," she mumbled flatly, kneeling down now to talk to the scared-stiff girl. "I guess I *am* a bit out of the ordinary," she chuckled. "I've just always wanted to be bigger than anybody." "She's the only one of us that has that sort of affinity for her floaties," Mei interjected, trying to get Keiji not to be afraid. "I won't hurt you," she continued, nothing but honey on her words. "You didn't tell me your name, sweetie." "K�Keiji," she stammered. "Why's she naked?" she whispered to Mei, holding the back of her hand up to her face. "She ate too much and busted her clothes," she stated. Keiji blushed beet red. "A�ano...! Dunn' go and just say stuff like that, Mei-sama!" "That *was* a bit frank, Meilin," Ianna agreed. "I guess she's got Master's healing touch then," she mused, eyeing the girl's shapely curves. "He actually let himself go for her," Mei mongered. Ianna simply stared at her. "He did, then?" she murmured, intrigued. "He must really like you. It takes most of us forever to convince him to, since he's so large, you know.... I'm really the only one that he lays with on a regular basis, and, well, that's just because it takes someone well-equipped to make me happy...." She blushed. "He didn't even really let himself go," she continued, flustered about it. "Just about a foot and four inches, maybe a little larger." Keiji liked to have died�he could get BIGGER!? Ianna smirked. "I guess he didn't think she was ready for it." She was reminded of Keiji's nudity and smirked, amused. "Do you like being naked, or is Meilin being nice and taking you to the Masquerade?" "What *is* the Masquerade?" she inquired, ignoring the first half of the giant woman's question. She supposed every of the girls here had a mean streak to them. "It's like a library, but it's full of clothing instead of books." She decided to come along. The night had been otherwise boring for her, and she needed some excitement. "Master has a handful of designers make clothing for us," Mei beamed as they strolled along. "Their dresses and outfits are so beautiful!" "Wh�they arrenn' afraid of us?" "Why would they be? They get paid well enough to blind their concern. Besides, we love them enough not to eat them." ~*~*~ "And to think I thought you'd shown me the entire estate," Keiji remarked in awe to Meilin, gazing upon the labyrinthine layout of the room. The walls and aisles of this vast closetlike place were chock full of clothing you couldn't even imagine; the green carpetting was of a lush, long pile, and reminded Keiji of grass, only softer. From the entrance to the room there was a series of white marble steps in a semispherical pattern, which lead outward in easily eight different directions. They wandered off in the two-o'clock direction, where the medium sizes were hung. (Tromping down the stairs made Keiji's boobs bounce freely, and she enjoyed having dirty thoughts about it, smiling to herself.) Three o'clock was the smallest clothing, but almost no one went in there, since no one was really much smaller than Keiji was. "It slipped my mind, since you weren't naked when I gave you the tour." This got under Keiji's skin and she smacked Mei in the forearm for having said it. "Geez, you sure have toughened up in the past few hours. When I met you, I would have never pegged you to be able to muster violence," she muttered, rubbing her arm. "Ahh, this young one needs clothing?" a young woman asked, coming up behind them. Keiji panicked, trying to cover herself up in the presence of the stranger. She blushed deeply as the woman, who was in her late twenties, began to encircle her, sizing her up. "Hmm, no need to be shy," she consoled. "We'll get you some panties and a brassiere first." "A... a brassiere?" she echoed. She'd never worn a bra before! "What's your name, first of all? I don't think I've seen you around here." She wasn't fazed at all by seeing a naked girl, and this somehow bothered Keiji. What was she getting herself into? "Ah, my name is Keiji." The woman arched her eyebrow at it, but said nothing at the masculine appellation. "Well, Keiji, what's your favourite colour?" "Deep blue," Mei interjected. "I wanna see her wear blue." "I actually think she'd look good in emerald green," Ianna stated, leaning on the top of one of the sweeping clothes racks. "It'd match her eyes." Mei looked up at her with fire in her eyes. "He wanted to see her in blue," she ground, trying to dance around using names. "Oh, okay. We can see her in blue then," she smiled, catching on. The woman looked at her to see if Keiji agreed with the choice, and the girl smiled in response. "Blue it is, then." She walked off, Keiji following her. "I suppose you wouldn't want to be measured in front of your friends," she led, producing a fabric tape measure from her pocket. "Ano, I dunn' mind, I guess...." "Lift your arms out straight�in the shape of a 'T'. Yes, that's the way." "What's your name?" she asked as the woman loosened and tightened the fabric in various places across her chest, making mental notes. She stopped, looking up at Keiji through her thick black-frame glasses. "You know, you're the first to ask me that since I came here...." She smiled, already attached to the girl. "I'm Shaorei." She moved on to the waist, hip, and thigh measurements, then measured her legs and total height. She didn't measure her feet, though, accustomed to the other girls preferring to be barefoot. "You're able to keep all those measurements in your head?" Keiji awed. She laughed. "Yeah, and to think I could have been an accountant. Okay, I'm done taking your measures. Do you want something simple or something really complicated?" "Hee," she giggled, "I think I want frilly underthings, but just a simple dress." "Heh, all right. 36C," she reminded herself under her breath. She turned the corner, and a series of digging sounds was heard before Shaorei returned, having found a lacy blue silk bra with matching French-cut panties. "You did say you wanted to be dressed in blue, did you not?" She nodded her head excitedly, then took them. She put on the panties, but couldn't for the life of her figure out how to put on the bra. "Ah, you need some help with that?" Shaorei offered, slipping the straps over the girl's arms and pulling the back ends together. As she hooked the back, Keiji blushed. "Ano, thank you...." The young woman flustered, noticing the affection in the girl's voice. "I... I'm going to go look for some dresses to tailor for you. Ahh, 40-36-42," she uttered uneasily, escaping with a rush. She may have ignored what her visitors were for the past year or two, but she couldn't shake the sensation of one of them being attracted to her of all things. She shuddered once she was out of Keiji's sight and hearing. "I'm going to go back to Mei and Ianna," she called, though she was sure she hadn't heard her. Frowning slightly, she felt she'd scared her away. She was only trying to be friendly�had she given the wrong impression? "Ooh, I like that," Mei smiled, content at seeing the girl actually looking like one. "Yes, it suits you nicely, Keiji," Ianna seconded, the both of them admiring her as she modeled in front of the nearby mirror. "Where'd the girl go?" "Shaorei? She's looking for some dresses for me to try on." "Ahh...." It sank in that she'd never heard the name before and bit her teeth together slightly. "Heh, I never cared to ask what her name was, and she never said...." "Me neither," Mei chirped, arching a brow. "She's just so soft-spoken. It's a wonder she's not completely collapsed mentally from the stress we put her through." "Agreed." Shaorei came back, disheveled slightly from having slung the ten or so dresses over her shoulder. "I... I think there'll be something in here that'll suit you," she panted, a bit exasperated as she hooked the hangers on the end of the aisle. Keiji excitedly leapt to attention, taking no time at all to shuffle through the selection of dresses that the girl had brought for her. She'd never seen anything so beautiful�but, like she'd asked for, these were all without excess frills and bows. The designers that had made these dresses were truly skilled artists. She found one that she wanted to try on and slipped it off the hanger, carefully unzipping it and unhooking it. The fabric was soft and stretchy, and it shone like sapphires. She stepped into it with caution, trying not to step on its full-length skirt or its sweeping train, and slid the corset portion of the dress up over her shoulders and smiled, looking at herself in her reflection. The rest of it simply intended to be form-fitting, the shoulder straps were the only intricacy about the entire thing�several layers of completely translucent, rich blue fabric, bunched and pressed in such a way that it seemed she was wearing two sashes of flower petals on each shoulder-swept strap. "Ahh, I love this one...!" "Hmm," she murmured, helping her zip the zipper and hook the hook at the top of it. She took up some straight pins into her mouth and began to make some tick-marks where the fabric needed to be taken up. The dress was a bit big around the diminutive girl's waist. The skirt was slightly too long, so Shaorei had decided to give it a waist seam�a v-shaped basque line, which would accent the model's already-ample hourglass figure. But, as the tailor had begun pinching fabric to pin up at her waist, Keiji put her hands on hers and stopped her. "I like it too long," she told her warmly. "Th�then where I have it pinned are the only problem areas?" Keiji nodded. Assent was enough for the young woman to undo the dress once more and take it up in her arms. "It'll only be a minute, since the dress already fits you rather well.... It would have taken about an hour for me to have given you a waistline, but you didn't want it...." Mei noticed the disapproval in the tailor's voice and slipped agilely behind her, breathing hotly on her neck, seizing her by the shoulders. "She said she wanted it long," she whispered, her fangs prominent. "You shouldn't be upset by it if it saves you grief." She froze, breaking a cold sweat. "A�ahh�yesssma'am...!" The woman let go of her and she scrambled away, thoroughly shaken up. "You shoddunn' be mean to her. She's nice," Keiji pouted as Mei put her sharp ends away. "She was trying to tell you what you wanted," she defied, excusing her actions. "It's how you get these servants to do what you want them to." "It's also a good way to get them to try to kill you," Ianna muttered, rolling her eyes boredly. "You remember about ten years ago? How that male one tried to stab Cori to death because she got upset that he couldn't understand how she wanted that horrible lemon dress to look? God, that thing was awful...." "Ha, yeah, it was. It had way too many frills. Made her look like a meringue pie! It's a good thing she got in that catfight with Michiru; otherwise, we'd STILL have to look at that eyesore!" The two of them laughed. "Man, Cori says she's never come across another human that was as delicious as he was. Too bad she wouldn't share, y'know?" "Eh, I'm not one for social eating habits," Ianna remarked, again bored. "You know me, though.... Eating's a business for me. I get it over with and move on." "I never understood that about you.... You don't enjoy floating? At all?" "I don't like it near as much as getting the chance to grow again. If I have to sacrifice the size of my breasts just so I can be a few inches taller, I will." She grinned to herself, content that she was taller than the clothing aisles themselves. "Ano, have they always been, er, small?" Keiji asked. She hadn't really felt included in the previous conversation, and piped up just then. "No, I let my concentration eat 'em up and put 'em to better used once I was good at viscissitude. Though, I think I was about as big as you, height-wise and size-wise, before I started augmenting to myself." Keiji blushed. "I'm not really this curvy.... Master played with my curves when he was helping me...." "Heh, you should have seen how big she was," Mei mused, growing wet just thinking about it. "Her boobs were almost twice the size of her head, and her butt was big around to match. She was waddling like a penguin." "Heh, fledglings," she mused. "Still, how long have you been around here? I haven't seen you before tonight." "Heh, Master bit me a month ago, but I diddunn' actually feed until yesterday. Mei's talking about when she fed me earlier in the kitchen. I think it's really cool that he gets fresh blood bags for you." The two of them snorted. "Heh, some of us actually don't like the sensation of biting and killing prey." "Like you, Ianna," Mei grinned, elbowing her in the top of her thigh. She would have nudged her in the stomach, but she was too tall for that to be easily accomplished. "Yes, like me," she groaned, making a face. "Why do you care?" "I guess I'm more vicious than most�that's why. I can't drink out of those pouches�it seems like it's already dead." "It's still fresh; otherwise, it wouldn't sustain us," Ianna defended. "It's the principle of the thing. I just don't like it." "Ano...." ~*~*~ Once Shaorei had produced the tailored dress for the neonate vampire, she vanished, not wanting to get anyone else upset. Keiji put the dress on immediately and was in a state of euphoria how it felt. Never before had she worn something so beautiful. Mei could do nothing but stare at how the swept-down V-shape of the top of the dress revealed the girl's cute chest. "Wow. Go out on the balcony and show Master," she led, pointing at the picture window off to the other side of the room from the door. The girl took her skirt up in her hands and walked off to where she'd been directed, pulling the double panes open to step out onto the balcony, which had no guardrails. She looked down into the rose garden. "Master," she called down to him, smiling sweetly. Takeru looked up from his pruning, taking up a few golden roses in one hand, not caring how the thorns stuck him so. He gazed up at her, stricken speechless. He smirked, going up to the stone wall and climbing it in a reptilian fashion, capable of grasping at its imperfections in such a way that a lizard would. He snaked off the side of the house and knelt there before her, admiring her in the moonlight. "I knew blue was your colour," he beamed, giving her the roses. "It accentuates your veins beneath your ivory skin." He saw she noticed his pricked-up right hand and offered it to her with a generous smile, both of which she took without questions, dropping the small bouquet in favour of the aromatic scent of the magic in his veins. No shine in her eyes, she took his hand in both of hers, drawing it to her face, then began to lick gently, caringly at the wounds. After a moment, she let him have his hand back, returning his smile with one of her own. "Arigatou, Master. The roses are beautiful, and so is this dress...." "Neither are as beautiful as you are, Keiji," he murmured romantically, drawing her to lay on the balcony with him and gaze up at the thinning moon. "I've never in my entire existence known any girl to take on a liking for how she was as early as you did," he remarked, holding her hand. "I wasn't perfectly certain of it before, but I know now that you needed this. You're whole now." "I have my courage now�that's for certain. I hated being forced to pretend to be male, but I never could defy my parents." She sighed, happy. "You make me feel loved, Master. I dunn' think even Toshihiro cared for me this much." He chuckled, turning on his side to look her in the face. "You're one of my girls, Keiji. And I can ensure that you get whatever it is in this world that you want." She grinned, pressing her chest into his with a tight hug. "I want to be big�for you and me both." "Heh, you want to be bigger than just this? These are nice," he complimented, taking the chance to grope of them. "You can't tell me you want to stay as big as you were earlier." "Ano, no, not that big.... Being that big is very arousing, but it's really scary! I was afraid I was going to burst!" He held her to him again, caressing the back of her soft, blonde head. "You won't have to worry about that, dear," he reassured with a grin. "If you want to be that big, then you can be." She stared at him, dumbstruck. "I�I� Being that big is too much!" she defied, unable to comprehend getting that big again, let alone getting *used* to it! He laughed. "Dear, no one judges around here. You might hear a nip here and there among the girls, but they don't mean anything by it, honestly. They're usually just bored is all. Nothing much but to bicker around here." "I... I'm going to work back up to it, if I even decide that that's what I really want..." she affirmed, mostly for herself. "Besides, this dress fits me so well, and it's really, really pretty.... I woddunn' want to tear it up, would I?" "No, I suppose you wouldn't," he smiled, pulling her on top of him and cuddling with her lovingly. "But that's what the tailors are for." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Six After a tender moment with her master, Keiji turned and looked at him. "How often do I need to feed...?" He looked at her, shaken from his dreamy state. "Ah, it depends. I eat about every other week, but most of the girls eat about once a month." "What about Ianna?" "Hnn, you've met Ianna," he mused, remembering her beautiful, towering body. "She usually asks for my assistance while she's feeding, and prefers that she burn the blood off almost simultaneously. And, she likes to eat right before going to bed. It gives her some excitement to look forward to when she wakes up the next night, if you catch my drift." "Ano, she dossunn' like having big breasts, does she?" "Quite the contrary!" he exclaimed, sitting up and helping her to do the same. "That's what gets her aroused enough to climax! She loves the growth more than any of the others�perhaps, except, maybe you." She blushed. "Ianna and Mei were talking about how you helped me earlier... and... and... they were talking about your, erm, endowment...." She swallowed hard, the words uneasy for her. "You werenn' full size when you helped me... were you...?" He sighed, smiling in embarassment, turning slightly away from her. "Heh, they're never one for modesty, those two.... No, I... I tend to get rather large.... Moreso swollen than long...." "It... it issunn' painful... is it?" "Heh, it can be. For me, feeding actually hurts," he admitted, looking to her again. "But it's nothing to worry that gorgeous head of yours about. I've lived with it for centuries, love." "I...." She trailed off, gazing into his piercing golden eyes, her facial expression melting into a faint smile. The starry moment was only broken by interruption. "Master," Ianna uttered, her voice hinting at exasperation or anxiety as she tugged at the curtains at the window. "I... I need you.... I'm sorry to barge in.... It's just... it's extremely uncomfortable...." Mei immediately stood to attention at hearing this, and was quite excited. Takeru had always been a voyeur, and let his girls watch whenever something of this nature came up. This got Takeru's attention as well, and he instantly perked up at hearing her call to him from just inside. He stood and slunk over to her, looking up at her with a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around her thick frame. "Do you want the bags tonight, dear, or would you rather feed off me? I've already eaten tonight, so it'd be no problem." "I... I prefer the bags.... You know that...." She was growing rather weak, her pale skin shimmering with a cold sweat, and seeing such a large person so faint made Keiji worry herself ill. "I think just two will be fine tonight...." He nodded silently, giving Mei the motion to fetch the meal for her, and took her right hand around his shoulder, guiding her step by having his left around the back of her waist. Keiji trailed behind them. "Dear, you know you shouldn't let yourself get worked into a condition like this...." "I... I know.... You know I try my hardest to restrain myself...." "I know, dear. Just keep walking. We'll be back to your bedroom in no time." A few minutes later he had gotten her to her bed and lain her down in it. Mei showed up again, toting two pints of AB negative, which Ianna preferred for its softer flavour. He motioned Meilin closer, and he took the bags from her and stood up in the bed, latching their eyelets onto some circular hooks, which had been added to the posts of the head of the bed�obviously for this very reason. He took one catheter and drew it down to her; he pinched the tube tight and bit off the tip, then let go of it just enough to get the blood flowing downward. The other catheter fell to similar fate, and he set them around her, touching each to one corner of her mouth. She readily took them between her lips, the sheer thought of being fed enough to give her back her energy as she began to drain the bags slowly. Once any visible amount had vanished, Keiji and Mei grew intently observant from the shadows, eyes wide with anticipation as her nipples stuck up from beneath the thin, white cotton that covered them. She arched her large back up and moaned, draining the bags at a greater rate, her breasts puffing up from the force of gravity that had been put into the rush to her stomach. She clutched at them, nesting back down in the bed and glaring at them, groping at them to show that they were growing intensely fast, already easily filling her hands, and she hadn't drunk but maybe a quarter from each bag so far. At this point Takeru reinvolved himself, laying atop her and playing with her breasts for her, teasing at her enormous nipples with his long, thin fingers. He began to grind against her lower stomach, since he couldn't reach her crotch for just over half a foot of height, and she took this opportunity to prop herself up on the pillows behind her so that he could reach both. She was greatly aroused by her breasts' rapid swelling, let alone the fact that her lover couldn't quite handle all of her at once. Suffice it to say, Takeru enjoyed both. The both of them moaned once about half the bags had been drained, her cleavage pressing immeasureably tighter and tighter together the more she ate, her dress becoming tighter and tighter around her increasingly enormous bosom. They topped the F-mark at this point and the sound of stitches falling out from around her waist could be heard, as well as a bit of sloshing-about. He shirked off his clothing, again laying atop her, nuzzling between her growing breasts, and he pressed them even tighter around his face, getting an incredible erection from their sheer size. The longer he played with them, the bigger he got, swelling to be at least five inches wide and sixteen inches long. It throbbed visibly from his arousal. Truly he loved Ianna most of any of his girls, especially at that very moment. And, at that very moment, he plunged deep into her, causing a loud moan to escape her lips, blood trickling from her mouth. Ah! That's the spot.... She soon got control of herself and sucked even harder on the IV tubing, managing to drain the rest of the feast in a matter of moments. Her breasts began to wobble this way and that involuntarily, so completely full of blood that not even Takeru, with his enormous hands, couldn't hold even one of them in a single hand. I'm so big.... Her nipples were easily an inch both wide and long, hard and eager as the flow of blood struck like nothing. The sound of her breasts growing at this point was clearly audible, and was not unlike running water, mounting in intensity. The growth was observable as well, and she gained a doubling of size�twice�over the course of two minutes, all the while Takeru thrusting into her harder and harder and playing with her big, bouncing breasts. Mei and Keiji were playing with each other unconsciously, not paying much attention to what they were doing�just that they were doing it. They're watching because of me... she continued to herself, pride oozing through every orifice of her consciousness. She pulled the sash untied from around her waist before any damage was done to the dress, and she was instantly relieved of the pressure caused by the tight fabric. He started sucking on her, her breasts growing larger still, and he began to make them slosh up and down so she could feel and hear them heave. She moaned again, clenching up and squinting her eyes shut in pleasure as they could grow no larger, but were topped out just trying to force themselves to continue. They were easily each eighteen inches across. Takeru grinned, still sucking on her right nipple, and made himself several inches longer while still pounding into her. He would have loved to try to take her from behind right then, just to see and feel her breasts flail from beneath her.... But alas, she was simply too large for him to do this with ease.... He let his long, wicked tongue slither out of his mouth and begin snaking all along her incredibly tight cleavage. A shudder of ecstasy escaped his thin lips and Ianna clenched up again, glaring down at him in complete arousal. She quickly gave up the fight and climaxed, realising he was just so incredibly close to being too big for her. Hearing her cries of euphoria caused Takeru to fall in similar state, letting himself go completely. Once the two of them had recovered, Takeru got off of her and gave her perfectly round breasts a loving nuzzle and a grope, then he climbed up and kissed her on the lips. She's such a silent lover, he remarked to himself, admiring her unnaturally healthy, glowing beauty that the blood gave her. She never talks during intercourse.... "Sleep well, my dear," he told her, slipping his boxers and pants back on. "I think I should retire for the night." "Thank you so much, Master," she uttered, smiling at him as she re-covered her slowly shrinking breasts. "You're wonderful." He chuckled as he buttoned his shirt, then tucked it in. "I only want my girls to be happy and healthy." After slipping on his vest and resting his ascot around his collar, he sat on the end of the bed and put his socks and boots back on. Tucking his arm-ties and brooch in his pocket, he bowed to them slightly. "Goodnight, my lovely ladies. I hope sleep finds you well." Once he'd left, Keiji crept up to Ianna. "Ianna...?" she began. The giant girl looked to her. "Hm?" "I... I want to watch you when you use that blood to grow again.... Is that okay?" This dumbfounded both Ianna and Mei. "I thought you were afraid of me because I was so big." "I... I know. I just... I wanna see what it's like...." Mei snorted. "You're as much a voyeur as anyone here," she muttered. "Truth be told, I kind of *do* want to be bigger..." she admitted, blushing at Mei's remark. "I'm just so short...." "Well, dear," Ianna mused, stroking the side of her face with her large hand, "that *is* what viscissitude is for. If you want to watch, I can wait until in the evening. And maybe then I can teach you to put it to better use than just *floating*." ~*~*~ Morning was just on the edge of resurrection as Keiji laid down in her bed. She pulled shut the curtains around her four-post bed and got comfortable between the sheets, smiling to herself contentedly. For the first time in her life, she was at peace with herself�she now was something and someplace that let her be herself. Still, she wondered what her family and friends would think.... This thought lingered on her mind as she drifted off into sleep. ~*~*~ Morning ascended the horizon, painting the sky with life. The time came for the Itoh household to rise, and Toshihiro looked to the clock�eight in the morning. He sighed, anxious and sullen that his brother hadn't come back in the middle of the night. From how long he'd been gone before he'd come back, he wondered if Keiji would even come back this time. Anne stood in the doorway to their bedroom, rings under her eyes, her arms crossed across her chest. "He didn't come back, did he...." He just shook his head. "What has gotten into him?" For years she'd known not the definition of denial, but always knew the truth was the opposite of whatever she'd convinced herself. And she had a pretty good idea of 'what had gotten into Keiji.' "I think it's best we try to get used to him not being around as much," he remarked, getting up and milling about in an attempt to wake up. "Maybe we shouldn't even let him light here if he's just going to wander like he has no idea where he belongs." But Anne wouldn't hear of it, walking off, back down the stairs, and shook it from her memory. "Keiji's always welcome here." Toshi worried then about his mother's sanity. He soon worried of other things, however, and went on with his business for the day. ~*~*~ Night came to rebirth, bejeweling the sky with stars. The half-moon hung among the wispy clouds like a crooked grin. Keiji rose with a start, suddenly awakened somehow, sitting up in bed. She slipped out from inside the curtains that had, during the day, shielded her from sunlight what would have disturbed her sleep, and slinked up dazedly to the vanity, where she sat in the carved-arm wooden chair and gazed serenely upon her effeminate form. In the darkness she saw before her on the top of the vanity a silver-handled brooch and comb, set in a vanity plate with a silver handmirror. She smiled, running her hands over the gift from Takeru with joy, then picked up the brush and began grooming her hair. Once she had played with her hair to contentment, she emerged from her bedroom in search of her girlfriends. She found Mei first, who'd been on the same hunt. "Ianna usually stays in her room until midnight," Mei told her, smiling. "She's really solitary, since she's so tall. She doesn't feel like she fits in anywhere." "That's because she doesn't," a shrill, violent voice snapped from behind them. They turned to find a brilliant red-head standing there, arms akimbo. A godawful yellow full-length sleeveless gown, shimmering like a lizard's skin, covered her strong, busty body. "That freak. Not content with the power trip of immortality, she's got to go and do something like that." "Cori," Mei grunted with a hiss. "I'd have known your overly judgmental dagger tongue anywhere." "And who's this?" she seethed, her cold blue eyes wide in mania. She bent down slightly to glare into Keiji's eyes, fingering her chin and flicking her face this way and that. "I'm Keiji," she spat back, swatting away the shrew's hand. "Ianna's not a freak. She just has a different taste than most people." "Ha, different taste than anyone," Cori shrieked. "And what sort of a name for a girl is Keiji? Master certainly has gotten a strange taste these days! First a maiusiophile, and now this little pipsqueak?" Neither of them said anything else, seething over her attitude. "Ianna's the topic for tonight, so I suppose she's fed recently?" she murmured bittersweetly, shooing them down the hall. "Go on with your peepshow, you dirty, dirty women. I suppose you have the same taste as she does to be defending her." As they continued, Mei looked over to Keiji. She's bitter over the fact that Ianna has the nerve to use her blood like that. She won't ever admit it, but she likes it more than even Ianna, the thought of being bigger than anyone else. Keiji simply snickered to herself. ~*~*~ They came to Ianna's bedroom to find her sitting on the floor in front of the picture window, staring up at the sky. They didn't know it, but she liked the solitude somehow.... She heard them come up behind her, but didn't look to them just yet. "Yes, Keiji. I did wait�for you." Keiji smiled. "I knew you would. Thank you." "Just how long has she been around?" Cori snapped. The three of them looked at her judgmentally and her lips again pursed shut. "So, ah, would you...?" Keiji nudged, coming to sit in the middle of the floor, on the door-side of the bed. Mei followed suit, but Cori stayed in the hall, feeling shunned as always. Ianna chuckled quietly, sitting on the side of the bed. "I think I had enough last night to get another inch or two out of this shell of mine," she estimated, looking her arms and hands over. "B�but I thought that� I mean�" she flustered, beside herself. "I... I ate two bags and swelled up huge...! And I ended up with at least four inches added all around my curves from it...!" "Dear, it takes a lot more to grow bones and muscles than it does to augment fat pockets. It's simply logical that I'd have to down over a gallon of blood to get the same results that you'd imagined." Keiji blushed, feeling really stupid. She didn't know these things.... She didn't know lots of things.... "It's all right, dear. You're new to this. But anyway." She grinned, stretching her neck and getting comfortable. She began concentrating on the changes that she wanted to undergo, and slowly her body conformed to the ideal. As the energy drained from deep inside her, it flowed out to her very fingertips, forcing every part of her gradually larger and larger. This had Keiji utterly encaptivated, however small the changes may have been. She loved the thought of being able to change her body�and this was just getting better and better. The attention brought a smile to Ianna's face as the growth stopped. She was now almost a full two inches taller. "Wow..." she swooned, overwhelmed suddenly by realising that such a big person had just gotten even bigger. Ianna giggled. "I guess she's just one of those people that's easily impressed...." It took her a minute, but she built up the resolve to ask. "Ano... there... there are a lot of things I dunno about what I'm becoming.... You woddunn' mind explaining it all to me... would you...?" "Of course not, sweetheart," Mei replied sweetly, caressing her back with her cold, bare hand. "And I already agreed to," Ianna seconded. Cori said nothing, but decided to stick around. She might be able to get a jab in somewhere. ~*~*~ The two girls dragged Keiji out into the garden, giggling like little mice. "You two look so young," she remarked. "How long has it been since you were bitten?" "Nn, I think it was 1926 when Master made me," Meilin told her. "That would make me about ninety years old. Time gets away from you when time just doesn't pass." "I was made in 1983. I remember distinctly�I was twenty-four when Master found me." "But... but...." Keiji was on the brink of tears. "You havvunn' aged at all...?" Both of them shook their heads. "Unless you use the blood to change your body, your body won't change itself. It's dead, love," Mei sighed, seeing the despair in the girl's eyes. She hugged her. "You were too young. Just too young." "You want to change your body, then we'll show you how," Ianna urged, trying to get the fledgling's mind off what was troubling her. "It's quite simple, really. You just have to get yourself worked up�aroused." This brought Keiji to blush. "Ah�ano...." "Just a little, Keiji. It gets the blood flowing. From there," she smiled, "all you've got to do is concentrate on how you want to use it. Just remember that what's inside you isn't bottomless�spend it wisely." She nodded, still pink in the face, and knew instantly what to think of that would possibly excite her in such a way. She wanted to be taller�just a little taller. Almost instantly the blood was coursing through her body with vigor; she smiled eagerly, following instruction to control the bloodflow and mentally change the way her body used its energy. Her smile slowly creeped into a grin as she knew it was working. Her legs and arms and torso�her everything�were all getting longer, pushing her up to stand taller. She had grown easily half a foot by the time the blood inside her had been exhausted. Somehow, being just under six feet tall now made her sad�she'd hoped to be able to get to be that full six feet tall�but, at least, she was taller than Meilin now. "I guess that dress isn't too long anymore," Mei grinned, teasing at her. "Christ," Cori uttered in horror. "Either she's a prodigy among us, or she's got the least restraint of any of us. Just how much blood has she *eaten*!?" "I've only had three pints in the past two days," she beamed, slinking up to her matter-of-factly. Her height gave her a new sense of confidence. She was taller than her, too. "Master gave me some of his blood. I'm sure he'd be pleased to see what I've done with it." This struck the shrew dumb. "Master never gives us his blood..." she whispered, faint. "Hnn, I suppose you've met Cori then," Takeru mused, walking up to them from inside the house. "Master!" Cori cried out, falling into his arms. She looked up at him, sullen. "Why in the world would you embrace such a little smudge as that, let alone feed her from yourself...!" "Hn, Keiji's grown on me," he stated, looking on to the fledgling in admiration. "I suppose I can assume that you girls've been teaching Keiji how to control herself, then?" He didn't let go of Cori, though, petting her shoulder-length hair�he knew she needed attention more than the others did. "Hnn, have you taught her how to fly yet?" Mei shook her head. Keiji's jaw gaped open. "I can fly!?" "Not yet, you can't," Ianna told her with a smile. "It takes concentration." "Concentration like viscissitude...?" "Ha, no. It's the same focus as it takes to throw your thoughts." "Ano, what?" "She doesn't know she has telepathy," Cori muttered, rolling her eyes. "The youth these days knows nothing about its folklore...." Keiji flustered, but said nothing. "It's pretty simple to have the focus. It's harder to focus it properly." The giantess smirked and closed her eyes, finding that center in her mind like she had all those times before, and soon was levitating several inches off the ground. "It's a calmness�a certain grace." She let herself come back down to earth, having given the girl an example. All eyes were upon her, anticipating her successfully display the skill. She swallowed hard and tried to calm herself down. It took her a minute, but she soon found herself capable of silent thought. She looked up at them a moment, smiling slightly, and tried concentrating on becoming lighter than air. Slowly, she began to gain inch after inch from the ground. She giggled, thinking how tall she'd have to be to have her head be this much higher than the others'. "She *is* some sort of prodigy..." Cori sighed, this time with awe and rising disdain for this girl with a man's name. She was getting more attention than she'd ever gotten! "M... Master.... Where did she *come* from?" He hesitated, sighing. "She got attacked, and I saved her before the assailant killed her." Keiji was beyond caring they were talking about her, and took off, soaring into the night air. "Master, you didn't," Cori uttered in exasperation. Takeru flustered, then unable to look at the three of them. He couldn't admit to it, beyond words he was so disgusted with himself. He figured they'd ~*~*~ Keiji was beginning to enjoy being able to fly even more than she did flesh-shaping, the wind fluttering through her blonde hair and causing her dress to ripple. She looked down at the sleeping town below her, and decided to visit her family. She regretted not having asked how to stop flying, but figured it was as simple as starting. She hovered at the inset bay window on the East side of the upstairs bedroom, looking in to see Toshihiro had fallen asleep in her bed for once. She clawed at the window. The glass's screeching woke Toshi immediately and he snapped to look. Finding her there, he rose slowly, drenched in a horrified sweat, unsure exactly how to react from seeing the shadow floating there outside his window. He squinted his eyes to try to make out what it was without getting too close, but soon gave up, getting right up next to the window. "Toshi..." she wailed, distraught that he couldn't recognise her. "Toshi, open the window...." This caused him to jerk back in shock, completely beside himself. "Who the hell are you!?" he squeaked, falling to the carpet and staring up at her. "Toshi, it's me..." she continued. "It's me, Keiji.... Toshi, open the window...." "You can't be Keiji," he defied, eyes pasted wide with denial that this was happening. "Keiji's my brother...!" "Toshi, please.... Please open the window...." "N�no...!" "Just open the window..." she cried. "I wonn' hurt you.... I just wanna talk...." Hearing her speech impediment caused his mind to twitch, yet still he tried to deny that this was his brother. "You bitch, leave me alone!" he uttered, glaring at her. Yes, that was it�she was mimicking his brother. "Toshi... please.... Please just open the window.... I dunn' want to wake Mom or Dad up.... I promise I wonn' hurt you, Toshi.... I... I missed you.... I wanted you to see what I'd become...." Wanting the wraith to go away, he rushed to catch her offguard with the overhead light, switching it on. She winced slightly, but didn't back away, pressing herself up against the window with a pitiful look upon her face. "What can I say that will make you believe it's me, Toshi...? What can I say that will get you to open this damned window? I cann' open it myself...." "Why should I believe you're my brother?" He began to collapse mentally from the continual barrage of truth she was putting him under. "Why should I let you in?" "Because you're my brother," she replied quietly. She would have cried, but no tears would come. "Toshi, please.... Please, just let me in...." He couldn't take it anymore and began sobbing. "I... I have a brother, not a sister...." "You never had a brother, Toshi.... They lied to you.... They made me lie to you...." "Why should I listen to you?" he uttered silently. "Because I'm your sister. Is it not proof enough that I went missing for weeks, then showed up for less than twenty-four hours? You remember how I nursed your hand when you cut it two days ago? You remember that? Toshi, I wonn' hurt you.... I wonn'...." He stared at his bandaged palm and sighed in total disgust of himself. "How could you not have told me what Mom and Dad were doing to you, Keiji? I wouldn't have told them I knew if you didn't want me to...." She smiled, knowing she was getting somewhere. "I was afraid they'd find out.... You have no idea how worried I was of what Dad would do to me...." Toshi came up to the window and hesitantly opened it for her. She instantly leapt upon him, clinging to him with love. "Thank you...!" she cried, nesting her head in his strong chest. He was in total shock from her unfamiliar body, and stared up at the ceiling, sprawled out on the carpet. God, what have I done...? he thought to himself in horror. He hoped and prayed that she wouldn't try anything. She looked him in the eyes with sorrow. "Toshi, I wanted you to be proud of me for what I've accomplished.... I can change my body now.... I can be what I've always dreamed of being... what I'm supposed to be...." "You... you were turned into a vampire, weren't you," he half-demanded, staring up at her with a hard look on his face. She nodded silently, falling back to clinging to his chest. "Please dunn' hate me, Toshi! I dunn' want you to hate me...!" He stroked her head to calm her down. "Hush. I don't hate you. You didn't ask for this. The Takeru attacked you." She leapt from him and gawked at him for having said it. "But I would have died had it not been for him!" He mustered the courage to say it. "Keiji, you *did* die." ".... This is different from dying. For the first time in my life I feel alive...." He got a good look at her then and sighed, taken aback from just how beautiful she was as a girl. "How in the world did he know you weren't a boy, Keiji...?" This made her smile. "You think that a vampire goes by anything but his nose? Ha, I may not have looked like a girl, but there's no covering up the fact that I am one." This made him blush, corrected. "I would suppose that's true...." He looked to his hand again and decided to unwrap it. He offered it to her. "Uh...." He wasn't quite sure how to ask whether she was hungry. This time she blushed. "Ano, I really shoddunn'...." "Why not? You didn't bite me last time, and as long as you don't bite me this time, it's fine." She looked away from him. "It's hard to say.... I, uhm, ano.... I dunn' have the ability to digest what I eat.... It goes straight to my body...." He didn't follow. "It didn't do anything to you last time...." "I diddunn' drink that much last time.... I..." She was getting increasingly distracted from the scent of the wound, regardless of how it was scabbed up. "I really shoddunn'..." she defied vainly, inching nearer to him. "You really want to see what it would do to me?" she uttered, taking his hand in hers and holding it to her face, nuzzling it with her cheek. "As long as it wouldn't do anything to me, I guess I don't have any problem with it...." He felt he should have been more worried about her self-doubt, but her evasiveness in answering his questions had him entirely too curious to decline. "Ahh, I need a fresh cut..." she wailed quietly, running her nose along the wound. "You know... I *could* just bite your wrist...." He pulled his hand away from her when he heard her suggest it. "Wouldn't that, er, make me like you?" Though she'd been shirked, she didn't lose her resolve, and looked at him with a lazy but prurious snerk. "Nn, I dunn' think so.... I think it's an intentional sort of thing.... Besides, I drank of you before...." "Are you sure about that?" "I bit Saori yesterday. I sort of lost control of myself...." She blushed slightly. "I diddunn' kill her, though, I dunn' think.... I think she just fainted, or else you'd have heard about it...." He smiled slightly, holding his tensed wrist to her lips, his fist balled tight. "I guess I'll just have to trust you." Feeling his quick, nervous pulse against her lips drove her mad, and her eyes shot wide as he pulled her into his lap, holding her head to his chest with his free hand. "Come on, get it over with. You're shivering." She hesitated consciously, but managed to shirk the doubt and worry just long enough to slide her fangs into his radial artery. He winced, but tried his best not to show how much it hurt that she'd gone straight to the bone. The blood didn't gush out of the wound like it would have had she bitten him in the neck, but it was still more than enough to get her latched onto him in pleasure. He choked, noticing her body was changing, however slowly it may have been, and she blushed, putting his left hand on her gradually swelling chest, sucking a little harder on his arm to give a better demonstration. He turned bright red and immediately whipped his hand away. Keiji smiled faintly, letting off him, licking the wound to get it to stop bleeding. She hadn't been sure of it with Saori, but her saliva held incredible healing power. It surprised her as she looked at the mark she'd made, which was still wet with blood but no longer bleeding, but she was glad that she hadn't made a horrid mess of it. Sighing, she chuckled nervously, sitting in front of him, arching her back a little to show him that even several good mouthsful had made her breasts grow from C's to fat DD's. He sniveled a little, entirely anxious over this. "Th�that's why you couldn't bring yourself to tell me..." he uttered, unable to decide how to react. However much he fought it, the fact that she'd swelled up an entire two cup sizes had made him incredibly turned on by her. "You... you've become a temptress...." He chuckled painfully, trying to get away from her. But she followed him, her smile turning to a grin as she clapped her hand down on top of his in an attempt to pin his retreat. "I know you like it, Toshi.... I've seen those girly magazines you've got...." "Ah!" He flustered, beside himself. He didn't want this from his sister...! "Please... don't...." He turned his head and looked away from her once he was backed up into the far corner. She crawled up into his lap with a pout. "Come on, Toshi.... Just touch them...." He couldn't believe what she was saying! She'd lost all restraint in her condition. But he couldn't help himself, completely curious, since he'd never actually touched a breast. His hand inched nearer, and he actually brought himself to wrap his fingers around it. Shivering slightly, he managed to squeeze at it, and she, too, shivered. Spurred a little, he did it again, this time with both hands. He got more and more enthusiastic and excited over doing it�they were so soft and round and squishy. And... and... big.... He snapped out of it after a minute, remembering it was Keiji, and stopped. "Toshi," she uttered, staring at him endlessly, "there's no harm in it. I'm not alive. You cann' get me pregnant...." "Nn�that's not what upsets me," he stammered, upset. "You're my sister." "Hnn, that dossunn matter," she defied, taking his face and nuzzling it in between her cleavage. "Come on, we both need it.... Grope me, Toshi...!" Tears formed in his eyes as she took his hands and put them back on her chest, and she laid back on the floor, pulling him down on top of her. He was upset more than anything that, the longer this went on, the less he cared that she was practically forcing him on her. He soon brought himself to ignore their relation to one another and fell to grinding against her. He groped her lustfully, breathing harshly. "God, this is *my* blood in your chest..." he uttered, glaring at her breasts, which he thought could be no more perfect how they were just barely too big for her bra. This thought soon evaporated and he took her head and pressed her face into his neck. "Drink. Now," he demanded. Completely beside herself and lacking better judgment, she frenzied with that excited, quick pulse, which was driven by arousal, and clamped her fangs into his throat, gnashing a wound wide open. Her tongue went wild as the blood practically burst into her mouth, coating her teeth and lips. It took no time at all for her bra to be shredded to bits beneath the stretchy blue fabric of her dress. Her breasts had grown to be each larger than her head by the time they began to roll around on the floor, clinging to each other and moaning, Toshi from delirium in loss of blood, Keiji from sheer ecstasy. Her big brother chuckled hoarsely, a big grin on his face as he looked down into her foot-long, hanging cleavage. Then, his dizziness got a hold of him and he blacked out. Keiji noticed almost immediately when Toshi had fainted, snapping out of it and staring, horrified, at his pale face. "Toshi!" she cried out, not caring who would hear her. She took hold of him and began to shake him fiercely, blood continuing to flow out of his body, now quickly losing force. "No...! Toshi...!!" Tears would have streamed down her face then, but she could not cry, her bodily functions all but nonexistant. "Please...! Please wake up...!!" She collapsed on top of him and sobbed in agony that she'd done such a thing. She sensed his life-signs fading in his fatal condition, she dragged her right fang across her right wrist and flung it to his mouth. "Toshi!" she pleaded as the blood drained from her massive chest, down her arm, and through his lips. He didn't react. The door squeaked open to reveal their father standing there, shotgun in hand. Keiji whirled around with utter panic in her eyes, her breasts jiggling as they tried to stay put. "Holy Jesus," he uttered, his pale blue eyes dull in horror that his son was dead. He almost immediately took to aiming his weapon at the vampire that had invaded his house. She glared at him painfully, and he practically dropped the gun at realising that she was Keiji. He quickly got over this, however, and swiftly snapped off two shots into her chest. Her right breast practically exploded from the bullet, the relief of pressure causing the skin to tear open like a balloon; the blood in her left breast quickly drained out through this wound, all the blood she'd just siphoned frm her brother covering the floor, mingling with what she'd already spilled. Keiji cried out in shock, not having expected her fear to become reality. Seeing that he'd missed his mark, Kagetsuya fired again, this time hitting her in the throat. She felt weaker and weaker as the confrontation continued, and tried to get away; she pulled herself up on top of the window ledge and shoved herself out into the yard, crashing to the ground and breaking her left arm on impact. Groaning, she tried to calm herself so she could fly away, but couldn't manage it. She saw her father taking aim again from the second-story window and panicked, running as best she could to the front yard; she flung the front gate open and fled like a bat out of Hell. Having responded to the sound of gunfire, Anne came up behind her gun-wielding, violent husband, standing in the doorway. She screamed at seeing her son's partially mutilated corpse and collapsed to the ground, sobbing. "Why, Kage? WHY?!" He turned slowly, a cracked smile shattering his horrified face. He aimed the gun at the battered woman, chuckling in dementia. "See what you get for giving me a daughter, Anne? SEE!" He giggled. "You made a murderer, Anne. You're just as guilty as she is." He shot her in the head, her death almost instantaneous. Once she fell over, he stared at her coldly, realising what he'd done. "And I'm just as guilty as you are," he uttered, eyes wide. He steadied the gun under his chin and sighed, not even blinking as he pulled the trigger.