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Asura was once a mortal human.
But that was millennia ago. At the dawn of human civilisation. He had but all forgotten how it was like being one since being made into a vampire.
His years, after abandoning his humanity, was spend playing an endless game of hide and seek with his sister, who was also a vampire, while travelling to all four corners of the world. He was once the troll at the himalayan mountains wrestling with the elusive snow leopards. He was the evil spirit in the Scandinavian forest preying on the careless travelling caravans. He was also the ghost haunting the lives of the sailors while out at sea in their many whaling expeditions. He was many things before.
But his carefree existance was immediately cut short on the day he met with a human girl called Mahiru in an island in the far East. And, now, he was nothing but a harmless demon residing in a blade made by the humans.
He smiled fondly at the thoughts of his sister. She must be furious at losing their game; she would never find him anywhere on the face of the earth since he was trapped forever in a parallel realm...
Not forever.
Not that he finally had a body to possess.
So... was this how possessing a human felt like?
He opened his eyes, his pupils dilating in the gloom. He was in some sort of a storeroom. There was a single door. Locked, he presumed. Not that it mattered at all. The windows were tightly boarded up. Not a single piece of furniture was seen in the room.
Slowly, he became aware of a mild ache from his shoulder joints. He looked down at himself and found that he was sitting with his legs partially crossed on the floor, his body was leaning backward and resting against the cold surface of the wall. His wrists were secured in metal cuffs. The cuffs were connected to metal chains attached the wall. The chains were only long enough for his arms to dangle in midair by his sides. He realized he must have been maintaining in this awkward position for too long to cause his shoulder joints to ache: nothing to worry about this mild annoyance. He suspected that with a gentle tug, he could pull himself free from these puny restrains.
His human host was still clothed in the dark colored uniform. A part of the jacket was ripped from the previous fight, where Guren (was that his name?) had his sword sliced at his left shoulder. Dried blood had stained the damaged part of the uniform darker, stiffening the fabric. The wound beneath the jacket had already fully healed.
There was now a low rumble emiting from his empty stomach as well as a dull pain in his lower abdomen. So, his human host must be hungry and its bladder full. He gave out a short laugh. Being a human was sure annoying as hell. He looked around the spacious storeroom... the least he could do was to relieve his bladder. He hoped the body knew what it's suppossed to do for he was loath to go back to that parellal realm to wake his host up.
Just then the door opened, allowing sunlight to stream into the dark interior of the storeroom. Asura looked up, momenterily forgetting bout the discomforts. At the doorway was a silhouette of a young boy in an almost all white outfit. The boy paused at the threshold, studying the restrained figure, before closing the door behind him and walked silently towards the opposite side of the room. Asura immediately had the boy identified as his host's precious childhood friend, a so-called family member.
And also a vampire by sight and scent.
They stared at each other in silence for a full minute. It was the boy who broke the ice. 'I know what you are,' said Mikeala in passive voice. 'You are the demon in that sword. I heard from the humans that, under normal circumstances, the humans would have put down anyone who were fully possessed by the demon of which they are supposed to control. They are suppossed to have you killed. But I will not allow that to happen.'
Asura was not one to bother himself with the affairs of others. But this was getting interesting.
'And,' Mikeala continued carefully. 'Since I do not know what your plans are, I have no choice but to chain you up here. I do not wish that you do anything that would cause harm to... to Yuu.'
Asuna grinned. 'So you are telling me that you are willing to hold me captive forever? Chained me up like a dog? Without knowing if he is ever coming back?'
'I believe Yuu will come back,' the vampire replied firmly,
'What if he is not coming back?' the demon tilted his head curiously. 'What are you going to do about it?'
There was a short pause. 'I will think about that later,' Mikeala muttered, looking away.
They fell into silence again.
Asura shifted into a more comfortable position. His arms, due to the stingy length of the chains, were still being forced to dangle at his side. So be it.
Asura could not shake off the sense of familiarity he had felt since the moment the vampire entered the room. He could not identify for certain the scent that was emiting faintly from the boy. Not at this distance and with the stagnant air of the storeroom heavy with mildew. If only he could convince the boy to come closer. By whatever means necessary. 'Judging by your look,' Asura said. 'You must be hungry. You must be thirsting for blood so bad your body can barely stand it.'
Mikeala turned back and stared at him wide-eyed. 'It's none of your business, demon.'
Asura smiled patiently and tilted his head to a side, exposing his neck. 'Here. You have done this before. You can do it again. Come on, I am sure your precious Yuichiro would not want you to starve. You know fully well how he would be so willing to offer some of his blood again.'
'Shut up!' there was a hint of tremor in the voice. 'I am leaving now.'
'What if I were to break free from these chains?' Asura said casually, watching the vampire heading for the door. 'You do know I could easily free myself.'
Mikeala paused midway. 'I will stop you.'
Asura was already on him at that split second.
The cuffs and chains had broken to tiny pieces by sheer force and were now laying scattered at the floor. Asura won't be surprised if he had pulled out a chunk of wall as well in the process. The demon gripped at the boy's shoulders, using his own momentum to push the boy aside, while simultaneously sweeping a leg at his knee, knocking him effectively off balance. Startlet, Mikeala landed hard on his back with Asura straddling atop him.
'How can you stop me now?' the demon grinned. He caught a handful of wavy blond hair and forced the head backwards before bending forward to his neck to draw in a deep breath. His eyes grew wide in surprise. 'What have you done to my sister?'
The End?