Her outfit was simpler than what she usually wore. A pair of dark jeans paired with a dark blouse, her hair pulled into bun on top of her head, held by two sharp chopsticks, only a few strands were left to hang around her face. It had been awhile since Sayaka had found herself scouring the town in search of something to amuse her; something that would make life just a little more bearable.
She looked at the Level Es facing her; it hadn’t taken long to find them, the scent of human blood flooded from the area. From the look of it they had once been a small family. Two that didn’t seem to be past the age of 25 and a small child that looked the most sadistic of them all. Her hand automatically moving to the white hilt of her katana, their lives would be over soon enough.
‘The child first.’ She thought to herself as she began to move forward. Their deaths would be quick and painless; she wouldn’t drag it out as some other vampires of her status did. Her movements were fast, they would go unnoticed by the human eye as she unsheathed her blade and pierced the heart of the child, its hand moving to scratch her as she pulled away. Turning to look at the other two, they didn’t even seem to notice that they had lost one of their group; did they not care for the child at all?
Her eyes narrowed, it should’ve made her happy that they didn’t care. It should’ve made her happy that she was killing things that had truly lost their minds. She rushed forward, pulling her katana out again as she sliced the female’s neck, but as she got closer, the vampire slashed at her in fear of it’s own life though it had shown no compassion towards the life of the child. She quickly returned her katana to the scabbard quickly.
“Pitiful. . .” Sayaka said as she jumped back again and turned her head to look at the last one. When her gaze turned, the male seemed to realize that remaining there was dangerous for him and sped down in the opposite direction. She ran after him, her speed matching his without effort. He didn’t seem to have an idea of where he was going as he led her to a dead end and turned around letting out a loud hiss as to scare her off.
She slowed and stared at him for a moment. . . His clothes echoed that of a businessman, a human that had some sort of class, but that didn’t matter any more.
She just stared at him. . . How could he care for his own life when he had not cared for any of his companions? She rushed towards him once more; his life would end soon enough. Unsheathing her katana for the third time that night, she walked towards him, there was nowhere else for him to go.
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