Frozen Transfusion

[Sanguine Frozen Boy]

"Well, you're in luck because it just so happens that tonight I have to meet with the emperors son." Samantha's father was already dressed up in a tuxedo with a small annoying bowtie.

"So you're dressing up in a suit?" Samantha crossed her arms and lowered her ears with dissaproval.

"It's going to be just like you were suggesting, a grand ball with the emperors son." Her father looked in the mirror at himself and adjusted his bowtie. "He can't just meet me or certain people will become quite suspicious and we can't have that."

"Good, It'll be the perfect place for pha...I mean suitable blood transfers." She smiled innocently at her father and was glad when she saw that he wasn't paying much attention to her.

"Of course. I'm guessing that Frozen and that troublesome girl of his went to the Kyushu sytem again so it'll be just me and you." He turned towards her and smiled. "And I got something for you."

"Really?" Samantha smiled lightly. "You shouldnt have." Her father guided her to the closet and pulled out a frilly dress that matched her outfit. Samantha's ears lowered as she felt incredibly annoyed. "You really shouldn't have."

"You go ahead and get dressed, I'm going to be downstairs waiting outside." Samantha looked flustered and grabbed him by the collar although she was too short to seem very intimidating.

"There's no way I'm wearing this, EVER!" She showed her teeth and hissed at him, hear ears becoming erect. Her father stood straight up and looked down on her and smiled with a light laugh.

"See, now I have to force it on you." Samantha felt his heavy shadow for a moment on her before his hands settled on her shoulders and sent a chill down her spine. Over the next few minutes she spent the time struggling with her father and refusing the wear the dress, of course, when it was over and done with, aside from a few scratches that were upon her father's face, he was relatively unscathed. Samantha could barely walk in the high heels her father had forced onto her and in order to prevent her from removing them he had leather wrapped around her ankles at the top of her socks.

"I don't want to be seen in this!" Samantha's face was on fire, partially from anger and partially from embarassment. The cool air on her bare back made her feel incredibly uncomfortable and she was not too fond of it on her bare legs either.

"Awww, what a cute girl you've become." He smiled and laughed to himself. "No, but seriously. I don't want you standing out." Her father looked at her seriously. "We want as little attention drawn to us as possible. You never know who's watching."

"The people who're trying to capture me?" A breeze came in the window and caused her to shiver, glad that she still had the bandage on her left arm.

"Of course. Now come on, we can't be late."

"One last thing."

"Yeah?" Samantha took a moment to rip the bowtie off her father's neck and toss it to the floor, stepping on it when it hit the floor.

"Now we can go." She smiled up at him.


Samantha frowned upon seeing all the people wearing fancy outfits and diamond jewelry around their necks and on their fingers. The whole room was filled with diamond light fixtures as well as the plates the appetizers were held upon and there was a very large swan in the middle of the room that sat in a fountain with water spraying from it's mouth. The rest of the room was well lit and full of people talking and dancing with music that made it very hard for her to think. Her nose did however catch something that she was very attracted to, the smell of exotic seafood which she did love with a passion similiar to her bloodlust.

"Ok, I'm going to make my way up to the emperors son and you hang close by ok?" Her father's words fell on deaf ears as he watched Samantha's tail dissapear among the thick crowd of people who were gradually surrounding him to speak with him. Of course he was quite popular with the people of New Tokyo, but he hadn't planned on having to speak with so many people. He'd have to pick his daughter up on the way out.

Samantha put her hands together and looked at the many different foods set out on the table. She could smell the pieces of crab and lobster as well as the suishi that lie before her. She couldn't resist tasting them all many different times. Perhaps people with money weren't so bad, so long as they provided yummy food at their parties she would be interested. Samantha took a step back to look around and met with resistance as she collided with a waiter who was about to place another tray down. She watched in slow motion as the plate clearly tipped sideways and under any normal circumstance, the food would have spilled all over the floor, but on this occasion the man's reflexes were quick enough to recover the plate without a single appetizer falling off.

"Sorry!" Samantha turned around to apologize to the man and noted that he was unusual to say the least.

"It's alright, I got it." He spoke the sentence, placed the tray and made his way towards a set of doors off in the distance. Among the crowd she wouldn't have noticed him, however something felt weird about him and she decided it would be in her best interest to investigate. Without the help of the high heels, she matched the man's speed and watched as he went through the doors to a rather quiet area of the large building. It didn't look as though it was the kitchen where waiters went to get more plates of food. She took a moment to make sure no one was watching and slipped through the doors to the next room where the man was just entering another room that appeared to be very dark. She made her way to the door as quickly and quietly as she could where she opened the door a crack to look inside. It was dark to the point where she could only see the pool lights that were shining down onto the indoor pool, but her ears picked up a conversation on a radio.

"I'm getting ready to right now. I'll head up to the rafters, just make sure that you're ready to evac as soon as possible." The voice was low and it was followed by a click sound. Samantha couldn't help but open the door more and creep in, the sound of the door closing behind her being soundless. She carefully approached the poolside where she spotted the man from before kneeling next to an open case. In his hands was a very large rifle that didn't seem as though it was for decorating cookies."This operation lacks something." Samantha felt her smile began to crawl across her face, her heart began to pump faster as sniffed the air. This man had to be a phantom and he seemed perfect for a blood transfer.

"Yummy..." Samantha couldn't help but let the words slip from her mouth and almost felt the urge to try and stop herself, the man appearing as though he had gained a sort of afterimage to his movements as he stood up and pulled something from his belt. He didn't waste time asking questions and opened fire with a silenced weapon which of course caused Samantha to bolt behind a support pillar. The phantom's shots had been in the dark and had still managed to nick her bandaged shoulder which caused her to curse the heels that were strapped to her feet. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and felt as though she could literally see the man moving while she stood behind the pillar.

Samantha ran from one pillar to the next and again bullets nearly hit her, but she counted the amount of coughs that came from the pistol and noted that although a good shot, they wasted their ammo very fast. She waited a moment before popped out from behind the pillar and darted toward the man who was just now noticing that his clip was empty. She reached out to grab onto him, but instead felt the handled of the gun come down onto her head. There was a moment of dissorientation and headache before she noted that she had impacted the man still and caused him to drop his weapon.

"You have no weapon and I doubt you can beat me in hand to hand with such a small body so I suggest you quietly come here so I can kill you." The phantom stood on both his feet just as suddenly as he had hit her on the head. She could still feel the pain of being hit so hard, but her adrenaline blocked most of it out as she dashed towards him again ignoring the warning.

"All I want is a taste..." The phantom seemed a bit surprised by the sudden rush, but it didn't change the outcome. Samantha made it close enough to get ready to cling to him, but felt something heavy push her into the air as she felt the feeling of being unable to breathe force it's way into her lungs. She felt the ground touch her feet and immediately fell to her knees holding her stomach. She gasped for air but couldn't quite get it back.

"Hmm...Fiesty I see." Her vision was slightly blurred and the throbbing feeling in her head had begun to subside.

"No, not yet..." Samantha felt the man grab her dress and lift her to her feet.

"Awww, why not?" Samantha breathed in deeply and looked forward toward the phantom. She couldn't give up just yet. She remembered passing out and immitated it as best she could, letting her body go completely limp. "Well, I've no use for someone who can't even hurt me." She felt the man's grip loosen and she quickly sprang into action, tearing away from him. It seemed to surprise the phantom yet again as she dodged between his legs and crawled up his back, feeling her heart starting to race as her claws dug into the man's chest. Her temples pounded on her thoughts as her high heels dug into the mans waist.

"Finally, phantom blood..." She slid her teeth along the man's bare neck slowly for a moment, feeling something odd inside of her as she dug her teeth deep inside of his neck. She could feel her heart pumping in the phantom's blood and out her own mutated blood. She had no doubt the phantom would have some odd effects to him, she was not concerned with the effects however. She was concerned with what the phantom was doing at the immediate moment, which to her was quite disturbing.

"Mmmmnn....harder....I like it rough...." Samantha had quite mixed emotions. She knew what Frozen meant by being intimate with his girlfriend and biting one another, but she wasn't intimate with this man so why did he sound so excited? The thoughts creeped into her head until she could no longer stand the ideas that rushed through her mind. There was a momentary lightheaded feeling followed by a deep sense of satisfaction as her heart beat the new blood away from her head. She took a deep breath of the air and quickly jumped from the phantom's back onto the floor behind him. She felt exhilerated and her body didn't feel nearly as cold as it had before even if her clothes did feel alittle bit tighter on her as though her nerves were more responsive now or if she had grown a few ages older.

"Thank you for you blood...now if you're excuse me..." Samantha didn't want the phantom to rouse from his dream and so she quickly made her exit.

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"I'm going to need to call a mission abort." The phantom spoke into his radio as he sat back next to the pool feeling slightly weak.

"What happened? Are you in trouble?"

"No I'm fine, but if we try now they'll be too aware."

"Did someone find you?"

"Yeah...and they bit me..."

There was a moment of silence over the radio. "...what?"

"Nothing, nevermind, over and out."

"Roger." The radio went silent. The phantom sighed as he looked up through the glass roof.

"If only more girls bit and clawed me."

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Samantha made her way back into the main ball room and spotted her father who was already leaving. She had grown used to the high heels and was standing next to him in a moment. She smiled up at him and obviously hadn't noticed the blood dripping from her right cheek nor the fact that her dress wasn't exactly the most beautifull on her at the moment. Her father only gave her an odd look and a few words.

"That better not be phantom blood." Samantha looked up at him with a false look of shock on her face.

"What, No of course not." She attempted to straighten her dress and clean the blood off with her father's bowtie. Her father continued to look directly at her, not at all upset by the blood, but he could see right through her lie.

"Ya know, your mother often said what she though sex with a phantom would be like."

"Ew father, I didn't have sex with a phantom." Samantha blushed deeply and put her hands up in defiance.

"Sex with a dragon she always said." Her father turned around and headed for the car.

"I didn't do it!" Her ears went limp with embarassment.

"So you admit to having sex with a dragon then?" Her father turned towards her and opened the door.

"No, I just bit a phantom..." Samantha covered her mouth realizing she'd be tricked and looked sheepishly towards him. He grinned at her.

"Just had to have your phantom blood."

"Yes..." She looked away from him. "But, don't worry, I'll never do it again."

"Oh? and why's that?" He smiled even more and seemed as though he might bust out laughing.

"Lets just say the dragon wanted me to do it 'harder'." She stepped into the car and sat back in the seat. Her father of course, snickered the whole way back to the hotel.

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