AN: Welcome to another one of my many series of stories that I will complete, hopefully sometime in the future. This is called Knighted by Blood and yes there will be futa. There will also be smut, and as for DBS , I'm still continuing that. However, for this story I will be working with a beta, and I will be pushing this story very far when it comes to my writing skills and length. Therefore, in terms of updates they might be slower; as for DBS, the update speed will still be the same. This is a vampire-demon story. Thank you so much Amanda she's my Beta!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mai-Hime

Warnings: Futanari story Vampire-Demon story with smut-like references.

"Talking"

"Thinking or P.O.V"

"So how about it - are we going?"

"Are we going to go where?"

I turned my chair around to see my roommate's face. Much like her bright blonde hair, she beamed with excitement. With the look she had on her face just then, she radiated a certain appearance, something akin to that of a dumb-blonde, but that would be pushing my analysis of my roommate too far. Perhaps a bit on the cruel side. Turning back around I pretended to ignore her, seemingly finding my biochemistry text that I was ordered to read ahead of class to be of more interest.

"Come on, don't be that way Natsuki. Time is too short! I mean it's rush week starting tomorrow."

"Rush week…not this crap again Alyssa."

I tried harder to look over my work, once again ignoring Alyssa. I grumbled inwardly to myself in choppy, fragmented sentences that my dear roommate could not decipher. It had only been a week since Alyssa found out, and the blonde-haired woman annoyed me to no end when it came to rush week.

I sized both of us up, seeing as how the sororities preyed upon cute girls who had no hopes in life, other than being trophy wives. Alyssa was a tall, busty, blonde-haired woman with low cut, light blue jeans and a white tank top two sizes too small. I could tell she wore her clothing that tight in hopes of gaining favor with all the men she would "run" into for her senseless dates. The appearance my roommate chose for herself gained no favor with me on a personal level. Looking like an object for men to gawk at was clearly not my style. Unlike her, I was on the plain side of things, choosing baseball tees and ratty jeans ripped at the ends. All and all, other than outside looks and cosmetics, I tended to be the more responsible type. Turning in my library books held more importance than parties.

Maybe my friends, our outlook on life has something to do with our background, the past experiences which are unique to each individual. Being stuck in a poor neighborhood and seeing your only father commit suicide in front of you at age eight is a traumatic experience. One could not blame me for having such a morbid outlook on life to the extent that I did, and perhaps that was why my goals were different than Alyssa's goals. In terms of my mother, she left on some holy trip for the Catholic Church, abandoning me to my grandmother. For that I was grateful – that is, until she died last year. I felt like I lost my best friend and true mother. Habitually grabbing my Rosary through my shirt, I thought about her often. I wasn't particularly religious, however with what was going on in my life, I needed a good luck charm, and to me my grandmother's Rosary was just that.

My grandmother saved up for my college tuition for years, and in order to meet my dreams of becoming a biochemist, I put my heart and soul into the current scholastic efforts set before me. I knew my monthly stipend from her finances would last for the first three years of school, so I decided to try and complete the courses as quickly as I could. A part of me needed answers to my life, and only science could prove my convictions and explain my father's death. With my goals in front of me, there was no way that sorority life was going to be a part of my strict school regimen, and I wanted to pass this entire year with top scores in every class. Now only two weeks into school, a lot of the sororities and other social clubs wanted us freshmen as the new doormat in their cornucopia of parties and drunken sex scandals. I for one was not to any degree interested, and I was a doormat for no one, especially in a situation where I would be used as the spoils of victory for a dare or bet.

I hated sororities and the people that hosted them. I knew some of them did good work for charity, and I also knew that it would look good on my college credit, but still other options were available.

But just then I was absorbed in other matters: I sat there with my bimbo roommate as she begged me to go on the most painful exploration known to my thus far short college existence.

"Please go by yourself. It's more your thing than mine. You know how I feel about those kinds of things."

"Come on Natsuki, when will you ever get to be young again, huh? The answer is never! Besides, I heard that in Alpha Gamma you could get more college credits if you participate in fundraisers. Also I heard that Alpha Gamma meet with the Omega brothers, who are so super-hot!"

"Not interested…"

"Why…?"

"Look sororities aren't of any interest to me. Besides, what would your mother say right now? I mean you were supposed to get your books how many days ago?"

Turning my chair around to see Alyssa pouting, I saw her cross her arms, pushing her chest into a tighter bulge, but I kept myself in line.

"You know that's not fair, right?"

"Who said anything about me playing fair?"

Little did Alyssa know that I was guilt tripped into watching over her college career. When I moved in, Alyssa's mother picked up on my character right away. Understanding that she was just as unreliable as her daughter, she knew that her Alyssa would need help, so I was tasked with watching over her. Maybe because of the absence of my mother in my own life, my heartstrings were plucked and pulled at Mrs. Sears's request. Everyone knew that she was a part of the rich and elite on campus, so there was no secret to how she got accepted. Still that never changed her more-than-bouncy attitude, and considering my poor background, I thought we would be in trouble as dorm-mates. I figured rich and stupid was much better than rich and snobby, so I took Alyssa's perky attitude for what it was. So then I was stuck in that place, with a promise to look out for the seemingly naïve, blonde freshman who I called my dorm mate.

"Fine, if you don't want to come, then go join the science club, but at least come with me to rush week. I want to pledge to Alpha Gamma! My mother was in that one, and you know anything is better than Alpha Beta."

"Alpha Beta - what's wrong with them? Do they have a bad reputation?"

"No really, their reputation is actually the best on campus, and their charity events are always great. However, they are very exclusive and they kind of have a standoffish attitude. The members connect with the Alpha brothers mostly. They only take thirteen new members, and some semesters they don't take anyone at all."

"Sounds like my type of sorority," I said sarcastically.

Watching Alyssa as she beamed with excitement, I was jolted as she grabbed my arm and looked at me with hopeful eyes, not understanding the concept of sarcasm.

"So you'll join?"

"Not a chance in hell."

"Ahhh…well…"

"Look I gotta take this book back to the library. I've got Roman civilization in the morning."

I got up and slipped on my jacket, taking my book with me. Walking down the hall and out of the girl's dormitory, I finally made my way to the campus, and spotted the library with its tall glass doors and grey stone statues. A long concrete sidewalk gave way, leading onward to the library, and as I continued my walk, I thought more of Alpha Beta.

When I heard the name, a fire was stoked within me. This emotion stirred and churned a fire of hatred that I felt was the same as back then - back when I watched my father slit his wrists before hanging himself. At the time I did not understand it, but I knew the feeling that came while watching the action. The feeling was hypnotic and hateful. I was grounded when I watched my father take his own life, and it was only after the act that I could move. Nothing was natural about that moment, nor was anything natural about my mother's escape towards the Catholic Church.

After turning in my book, I escaped toward the inner folds of the library. My thoughts then drifted to one of my less favorite classes. Out of all the curriculum that could have been taught within the university, paranormal myth was one of the more bizarre choices. I found the class to be a joke, something easy for the jocks to get quick credits so that they could make their grades in order to play sports. Along with the awkwardness of the professor starting the class two weeks into the semester instead of on the first day, I still could not figure out why the class took place on Sundays.

I knew something was wrong. I knew when I picked out my classes. I remembered being on my laptop, my eyes going over the selection of courses. The rest was a big, blackened void of a memory. It was as if I was outside my body and I watched all of my actions in one, fluid slow motion. It was as if darkness took conscious form in that moment and swallowed me up.

I was saddened to learn that I was to be stuck in a two-hour class every Sunday, as everyone knew there was really no point to the class. Picking up my cell phone, I looked through my inbox that contained an unknown email. Opening it, I read as I stood in between the rows of books.

Greetings,

Hello and welcome all to Paranormal Myth 201 Theories and Natural Behavior. My name is Shizuru Fujino and I will be your instructor for the semester. Within this email, you will find the syllabus attached. Be ready this Sunday to discuss chapters one and two in your text. Please note that if you do not show up the first day, you will be automatically dropped, so time is important! I hope to see you all this Sunday.

As I read the attachment, I paid close attention to what I needed to read. I had until before class Sunday to complete the task. Upon turning my attention to my search for my text that I needed to barrow from the library, another strange and mysterious scene unfolded. A gust of wind blew open the sun-bathed windows, blinding my vision in a torrent of light and dust as I covered my arms over my eyes. Lowering my arms, I looked over to the side to see a figure beside me. Dressed in all black and a red, a tie hanging loosely around her neck, her masculine yet centered femininity washed over me. Her shoulders were strong and square like a neatly piled stack of bricks, while her somewhat tight dress shirt showed off her body like a second skin. I could see the well-defined muscles. Her forearms strong, her waist tight, and her posture upright, it appeared through her rolled up sleeves that she could carry anything with ease. Her chest was ample but firm as her jeans hung on her hips, accentuating all the right places. The tone was tense as I looked down to her black biker boots. Her chestnut-hair hung in a loose, low ponytail, and a pair of reading glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. There was an elegant, classic beauty to her yet something young and hip, leaving behind traces of desire to anyone who would lay eyes on her. It was as if my soul transcended my body once again, and I hazily viewed the scene before me. This woman was something of a different breed. In a moment, I felt my soul being pulled back into my body as she turned toward me, book in hand. Taking my hand in hers, I watched as she kneeled down as if she were a knight in service to a lady. The library was quiet, so there was not a soul present to witness the unusual display. She opened her mouth, her lips brushing the top of my palm with a sexual tension that I had never known before. I couldn't tell, but under her lips I felt a sharpness, never quite touching my skin, but implying a presence. As she kissed the top of my hand, I felt my body heat up at the contact.

"Princess, allow me to welcome you first hand to Fuuka University. It's been a long time Natsuki," spoke the smooth Kyoto accent. I felt this woman before me must surely be insane as she looked up towards me, her brown eyes glowing and melting into a murderous red. The library lights came on, welcoming the dusk, and as she stood with her body still very close to my own, I noticed that she was a good several inches taller than I was. She smiled and handed me the book that I wanted, a toothy fanged grin making its way across her face. My underwear grew wet with excitement at the mere presence of a stranger for the first time in my life.

As I took my book slowly, I felt released from the unspoken bondage which drenched the atmosphere. I ran, checking the book out as fast I could, and finally opened the door to my dorm room. I noticed a red letter on my desk, along with a separate cheeky note from Alyssa who was not home.

Hi,

Went out drinking with the girls, but this creepy red note came for you. I left it on your desk.

Alyssa

As I glanced at the card, my panties grew further moist, and my pulse stampeded toward the delicate folds between my legs. Something told me that this letter was dangerous. As I opened the blood red envelope, a black piece of paper with red, gnarled script revealed itself. As I looked at the writing, it appeared to be done with red wax. The elegant print looked like it would take at least two hours to complete, considering wax was the assumed medium.

To our honored guest Natsuki Kuga,

We do hereby invite you to join Alpha Beta. We have selected you out of the entire student body as one of thirteen of our ladies to join our exclusive and most exciting sorority. Tomorrow is rush day, and you will be more than welcome to stop by with your answer. We anxiously await both your arrival and response.

A-B House

Upon further inspection of the card, a scent started to arise from it; it smelled of copper, or perhaps it was iron that emanated from the parchment, though it was hard to say. After setting the card on the desk, I untied my ponytail and took off my shoes. I had the entire room to myself for the night. On my side of the room, only a single desk and modest bed resided in the otherwise mostly empty half. It was plain and I liked it like that. I knew that I would not be residing in this room for a long time, for next semester I would change rooms to board with a different person.

Gathering up my washing supplies, I went to the local bathroom at the end of my hall within the dorm to take care of my underwear problem in the sink. It turned out that I needed to catch a cold shower with a warm night's sleep. Those were the only solutions that could settle my heated nerves.

After getting in bed, I got a text from Alyssa stating that she was over at a friend's dorm room for the whole night. For the most part, everything was ready for my next day of class. The moon rose higher in its place in the nighttime sky, and a few hours into the twilight, it became apparent that reading in bed seemed to have no effect on me. It was of little to no use. I was still in a trance from earlier in the library, as if under a mysterious spell.

"Maybe it's flattery - I mean who does that? We are not in the Victorian era…and her eyes, I could have sworn they were brown."

I knew talking to myself wasn't going to help, so research was needed. I shot up from bed, making my way to my desk, and unfolded my laptop before opening up the school website. I typed in Alpha Beta and saw a rather large, detailed page pop up, revealing the rich history surrounding the cult-like sorority. Everything seemed to connect. Scrolling down, I spotted a picture of three girls whose appearance might perhaps look normal from outside standards, but something in their eyes stated that there was definitely something more. Something within the picture pulled me in; it was a world that was parallel to mine.

DING

Jumping up, I looked toward my phone to see another useless email. Deciding to ignore it, I then scrolled down to my contacts. Finding the right name, I then sent my text.

Hey, it's me Natsuki. I decided to go to rush week. The only reason I'm going is because you're hopeless without me. However, just because I'm going doesn't mean I'm joining. You got that!

Satisfied with my text, I was happy to send it and I hoped for a response back. Leaning back in my chair, I looked toward the clock, and for the first time ever, boredom struck me. Normally I would have taken this time to "take care of my needs," but tonight I could not focus, and for once I wondered why. Soon my text came and back sliding my phone on, I read the cheery message that followed. Even while in a drunken state, Alyssa still managed to find a smile.

Really?! I'll see you bright and early before class!

AN: Hey well here's the first chapter this story is going to be a slow moving one since I'm putting a lot into DBS. So this is just a sample first chapter to see how everyone likes it, as well as for those who like smut there will be smut as well. Also as well as I'm working with a Beta right now and learning how to improve my art in writing so read and review.