To write a vampy Mai HiME fic was an inspiration from Uchida-chan's BloodLust. I have a different story and setting but the idea comes from her/him. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Mai HiME… I wish I did though… (goes off in a grump).

CHAPTER 1- The girl on the rooftop

Natsuki wiped her brow of the rivulets of sweat that had been accumulating there over the past hour and lowered herself down onto the cold step of the dojo gates. She had been practicing her swordplay for the last 60 minutes constantly in the dark, foreboding space of this town's training space.

Really, she would have preferred to practice by day, when it was light and warm, but she had slept all through the sunny hours, and she was using the dojo without the owner's permission, which made training by night a better option.

Being a vampire hunter was a hard life. Ever since her parents had been killed and her village ransacked when she was merely three years old, Natsuki had devoted herself to destroying these terrible, bloodthirsty creatures that had been responsible.

She had yet to actually see a vampire in the flesh, but they surely must be bad people if they had done something as bad as murder.

The Blue-haired girl stood up silently and padded back into the dojo for another bout of practice. Being only 14, she had a long way to go before she was a real hunter. As she trained, Natsuki thought about everything she knew and had heard about the creatures of the night.

A lot of speculation about vampires wasn't true; they weren't hurt by crosses or holy water, all garlic did was give them bad breath, they did have reflections and can enter dwellings without permission.

But some of it is true. Vampires can't go out in the sunlight (well, most can't, but some of the really powerful ones, Shinso Vampires, can), and they must drink blood to survive. Vampires also aren't immortal; they're just a hell of a lot harder to kill than regular people. A bullet or two or a stab in the stomach will hurt, sure, but they won't die from it. In a different sense, though, they do live forever, and their bodies usually stop aging as soon as they fall in love.

Natsuki abruptly stopped practicing swinging her sword as she heard a noise from outside. Turning to face the door, she saw nothing. Natsuki's immediate reaction was to dispel it as the wind, but her intuition usually turned out to be right, so she edged into the darkness of the corner of the large training room and strained her ears for another sound. After none came for 15 minutes, she stood up and resumed her training. Swinging her large (and very real) sword in practiced patterns, she immersed herself in the familiar attack stances, defensive blocks, stabs, slashes and parries.

As a faint pink tinge began to light the sky outside and the first sounds of the town waking could be seen and heard, Natsuki packed up her things and slinked out of the dojo, using the low, flat rooftops to silently make her way through the town. She made a point not to stay in a place any longer than a week; people started noticing you if you visited for any longer.

The girl on the rooftop fingered the small bottle of dark liquid in her hands as she surveyed the young hunter soundlessly creeping out of the dojo and becoming smaller and smaller as she continued out of town. She gave a slight giggle as her red eyes flashed in the light of the waning moon. This girl really was something- to be this trained and precise at such a young age. Her cold, concentrated stare as she practiced seemed to make the temperature in the room drop at least 5 centigrade. She was a beautiful ice princess. Her pale, snowy complexion almost caused frost to gather on the spot of wall she focused on. Her skin, so devoid of warmth, was almost as cold as the girl's own…

Yet, Natsuki the Vampire Hunter was still alive; and strangely, unable to remember what had happened in the days after her parent's death. Shizuru smiled as she remembered Sebastian taking her to watch the strange phenomenon of the human child.

In the small mountain village of Fuuka, where people lived out their lives happily and peacefully, the people had become lazy and taken safety for granted. Parents didn't even bother to teach their children about bandits, vampires and other things of the sort.

Natsuki Kuga, an orphan who had been left at the doorstep of a kind a loving couple that could unfortunately not bear a child anymore, spent the first three years of her life in complete happiness, being doted on and loved by the couple who considered her a gift from god. The only thing they knew was her name, which had been written on a small piece of parchment attached to the sparse cloth the wrapped her.

On the eve of her third birthday, Natsuki was sleeping soundly in her cot, having a peaceful dream. She did not hear the beat of hooves outside her window; nor the shouts and the clang of swords hitting each other in the street. A large and well-armed group of mountain bandits had chanced upon the village and sought to pillage the whole area.

Unbeknownst to the villagers and the bandits, however, was the fact that a small entourage of vampires was traveling along the road that led through the village as well. Hearing the crackle of fire and the dying screams from the small settlement, the group rushed to the scene and found the people of the village slaughtered and the bandits already gone, leaving in their wake the chilling wind of death.

The vampires searched the village for any survivors, but the found none and were about to leave when the wailing of a small child was heard from one of the houses. Rushing there, they saw a girl of about 3 years old, bawling her eyes out at the massacred corpses of her parents. On closer examination, the girl looked nothing like her parents, and thy decided she was a foster child. They were about to go in and pick her up where a tug on his trousers made the tallest of the vampires look down; his young mistress, Shizuru was gently pulling his leg and pointing upwards with her other hand. She was too short to see through the window, so Sebastian lifted her up to look at the little girl with deep blue hair inside.

She had stopped crying now and was curiously poking her mother's lifeless body. Not knowing right from wrong yet, Natsuki leaned in a licked a bit of blood from the woman's face. Smiling at what she though was a new game to play, she found a cut on her foster mother's neck and sucked.

Truly shocked, the vampires snuck in and watched the child happily take blood from her mother as though she was breastfeeding. Once all the blood was gone, Natsuki slumped back on the floor and waited for her mother to wake up and give her a hug.

Needless to say, dead bodies don't hug people, and the blue-haired girl looked confused. She had never known death or suffering; and thus she couldn't distinguish a dead body from a living one. Shizuru stepped forward on shaky feet (for she had only just learned how to walk) and sat next to Natsuki. Pleased at the new playmate, the confused girl turned to Shizuru and smiled, showing her bloodstained teeth.

Shizuru looked a bit concerned when she saw that they weren't spiky and pointy like hers; she opened her mouth to show Natsuki and the other girl cocked her head as she wondered why this was.

Meanwhile, the older vampires outside were talking in hushed tones.

"She doesn't have fangs; therefore is not a vampire; yet why did she take blood from her mother like that?" whispered Sebastian, glancing over to where Shizuru and Natsuki were playing a clapping game together.

"I can only guess, and my guesses aren't really that good…" replied another of the group, Kenta, "but one thing is for sure; a child that age who isn't a vampire can't survive with that amount of blood in their system. She'll go mad and berserk if we don't do something!"

" Problem easily solved, Kenta- it is Shizuru-sama's time to feed, just have her take the excess blood from the child and we'll move on, deposit her at an orphanage in the next town and put the whole thing behind us." Was Sebastian's hurried reply as he watched the two infants sit together in a pool of human blood, happily conversing in baby language. They seem to have taken quite a liking to each other, as whatever Shizuru was talking about made Natsuki's tanned cheeks light up red.

"Fool! Sebastian-san, you of all people know that if a child vampire who has never fed before takes blood from a human-" the third group member, a young man called Kei interjected.

"They are bound together as eternal soul mates; that's why our young are bought up on bottled blood before they feed on humans, I know, but I don't an innocent child who has already lost everything to die because we were too selfish to help." Explained Sebastian, "It's the only thing there is to do."

Thus, Sebastian walked up to Shizuru and whispered something in her ear. Being intelligent from a very young age, she nodded enthusiastically and gestured for him to leave them in peace.

Gently pulling on Natsuki's reddened sleeve, Shizuru leaned closer to the blushing girl and instead of going for her neck, stole he lips instead. After a short kiss, the vampire child latched herself onto Natsuki's neck and sucked.

Natsuki woke up in a warm bed, with a roaring fire in the grate at the end of the room. She groggily looked around and wondered what had happened. All she could remember was her mother and father lying motionless; then fangs… and blood… and pain…

She slipped out of the bed and looked at herself in the small mirror above a simple washbasin. Her once tanned complexion was now white and lifeless, her once vibrant green eyes empty. She didn't recall thinking straight and grown-up like this before, and the one thought that currently whirled around her head was:

Vampires destroyed my world.

So? I'm sorry I went off in a bit of a tangent about Natsuki's past; I couldn't help it, I got sudden inspiration.

I think I'm using semi-colons too much. Please R&R!

Omake:

Shizuru: gaga..

Natsuki: gooo…

Shizuru: kyahh…

Natsuki: blurmph…

Shizuru: let's have Hawt Yuri Loli Secks!

Natsuki: yey!

Couldn't resist adding that…

Emiri