a flight of fancy, with my thanks to D, and my apology to... well, everyone.

WARNING: What you are about to read contains a rather large bit of mindlessness, followed by somewhat more mindful and gratutious violence. Reader discretion is not merely advised, it is demanded. You have the right to read elsewhere, and probably should. And now...on with the post.

Michi-san brushed a silky midnight lock out from in front of his glowing green eyes, digits of his other hand firmly entwined with Angyla's. "Just a little bit further, I have something I must show you." He grinned, looking back over her voluptuous form.

"What is it? Is it a surprise? Are you finally freeing me of this torment? My master, he beats me and.. and..." She sniffled as she pawed at her bright gold collar embedded with all sorts of magicks. her winds opened and closed in a flutter of color, and a soft sprinkle of angel dust traveled behind them.

"You are so wonderful, Michi-san."

"Soon he will perish." Those words were a promise, and his demonsbane sword seemed to glow a faint green, like his vibrant eyes, as the idea of blood came to him...but no. The night was not about the fight. It was about something much more important to Michi-san. Vampire demon eyes cut easily through the shadows of the glen with their deepish green glow as they neared the pond. Twin moons circled in the sky and the stars glittered. "Almost there, my love."

Ah, but Angyla had a secret-- the chastity belt her poor master had stuck under that loincloth bikini. She bounced along, almost floating an inch or so above the ground, though she didn't like to use her magick becuase it drew attention to her and she was very shy.

"Oh, my love, I am so glad you've taken me away tonight. You are my savior." And she smiled, just a little bit at that green glow.

He stopped near the pond, and pulled her tiny, winged form against his well muscled six foot, two inch frame. "You must be very still," he whispered, peering down to her as he ran his hands across her silken wings. "We would not want to scare it." A secretive smile spread across his mouth, and his eyes changed purple as they drank her in, the delicious smell of her, the feel of her perfect self against his perfect self.

She sighed happily and swooned, falling against him. her eyes turned the lightest of pink, and the glitter that was in her wings kept swirled around them in a circle of glamor. She closed her eyes and held herself still, her small frame trembling against his much bigger, stronger, protecting one.

"Okay." Her voice was but a whisper, a breathy want filled thing.

"There... look."

He nodded over towards the treeline as he held her gently, but strongly, against his sculpted torso. Through the trees burst the rarest creature of the Glen: A girafficorn. The enchanted and deeply magical beast was the purest white with patches of slightly less pure white and a long, crystalline horn that protruded from its ill proportioned head. It was a beast both awkward and beautiful. Michi-san felt like that everyday. Awkward and beautiful.

"It will only appear before a pure soul, and because I only drink the blood of the evillest people, or to pleasure those in need, I remain untainted." He whispered, his lips almost to brush the perfect ear near blue hair.

Angyla gasped. Her little fingers dug into his big, bulging, muscular sides. Those eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth hanging open just a little. She wanted to talk, to breath, but everything was just so magical and perfect! One of her hands left his side to reach out as if she could touch it. The glitter swirling faster now, her wings spreading.

"Oh, love..." Her voice was still low and breathy. "Your soul is pure. As is mine, for I have never sinned without being ordered by that horrible man that you must kill." She sighed, one of those romance novel sighs. "But, alas, he cannot be killed. I know you will try, but there is no hope for me. At least I have seen this magnificent beast."

"Love, There is hope, as long is there is love, my love." He peeled his eyes from the girafficorn to look down at the only thing in the world that was more beautiful. Her eyes. It made his glowing gaze glow brighter, hot like the hottest sun. "Angyla..." He swept a palm across her face, and his demon heart pounded in his chest, even though it did not need to. "I do love you, and even though I have only known you for a few weeks, I know that you are my soulmate." He kissed her, softly and firmly, stroking her perfect hair.

She kissed him back, pressing her perfectly curved body against his muscular one. Her knees went limp and she was leaned against him, laughing softly into his mouth. Her hands clasped around his neck as she held herself up. The moment was perfect and there was nothing that could take it away from them.

"Oh..." Her lips brushed against his as she talked. "I love you, too, and I want to spend forever with you. My soulmate." Her eyes opened to look into his, and she could feel him piercing into her soul. He could see her like no one else could and that was what she loved about him. He knew her.

"Keep me safe. Please... save me." She was overwhelmed with emotion and rainbow tears fell down her face.

Michi continued to kiss her passionately between every word that he whispered, his own eyes brimming with golden blood tears. "Marry... me... Angyla..."

They could run away. No matter what she believed, he knew that he was powerful enough to kill her slaver. He hated that bastard and his evil gold collar...the things he made her do, the things she had told him in private... Michi-san would keep all of her secrets and he would protect her forever. He knew this as he fell to his knees, supplicant before her, and pulled out the little velvet box. When he opened it, inside was a perfect three carat pink diamond solitare made of enchanted silverine adamantium.

"Please... save me?" He smiled up to her, his angel, his perfect love. How had he survived before her?

"I... oh.... yes." Her breath was warm against his neck. "Of course. yes, yes, yes." If she hadn't swooned before, she had now. She lost herself in his arms and went limp, her small body at the mercy of his big strong hands. Her breathing was shallow and the glitter was almost too much to see through. She took on the scent of wild berries and those rainbow tears were glistening as their colors changed. She was beautiful in the moonlight-- sleeping beauty awaiting the prince that held her in his arms.

He slid the ring on to her finger as he cradled her, and in his unlimited happiness found that he could hardly contain his desire. He kissed her with unlimited passion, dropping aside the six foot sword that hung from his back so that he could roll back on to the grass, still cradling her in his arms, feeling her dainty weight against him. "I am the luckiest man who has ever lived or died, my sugar blossom. I would die for you, again."

The girafficorn observed the foolish immortals rolling around in the grass by the lake with some detached level of consternation. Another romantic proposal, no doubt, to enable a more rapid mating cycle. It remembered a time when the world was sexless, and thought back on that mythic and lovely period with longing. Ah, yes...there had been fewer tourists, then. The girafficorn wandered out of sight, back to the grove where it fed on fruits and night-blooming flowers.

Her eyes fluttered open and it was true-- this wasn't a dream! She held out her hand to look at it, and brought him back for another kiss. She was full of lust and love. Their bodies pressed against each other and it felt like angels in heaven. She was at home.

"You're my only home, sweetpea. I would do anything, I would drag your soul back from the depths of hell, again, if it meant being with you forever." Her fingers, with their lavender nails, ran through his hair and she smiled a bright smile, showing off those slightly pointed teeth of her half demon side. She tried to hide them, usually, but he could see all of her and that didn't matter.

He stopped, suddenly aware that he was about to ask for too much, to take too much from his pure and beautiful betrothed. Though he ached for her, he knew it was wrong, and would not defile his own darling love.

"I am sorry...I am too fast. We should wait until we are married." He rubbed gently at the small of her back, nibbled at her ear and whispered... "what are you doing tomorrow?"

Angyla was happy when he stopped. Though she wanted it, she knew her goddess would be much happier with her if she waited and it caused her to smile up at him. Her blue hair was falling in her face, whisps of it obscuring her eyes. She watched his eyes for a long time before finally frowning.

"For tomorrow I am with....him." And she shuddered. "You must hurry. You must kill him tomorrow so that we can be married. No one would marry a girl like me with this around my neck...." She sniffled, more rainbow tears began to fall, slowly turning black as night.

"I would marry you even if you had twelve of those around your neck!" He kissed her tears away, and petted her hair and her wings and her beautiful face, and silently vowed to kill the beastly slaver a thousand times. Yes, he would die, slowly, painfully, at the hands of the Half Demon Vampire Prince of Lower Japan! And Michi-san would have his love.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She cried it out, unaware that there was a beast hunting for her, or for him. She was just happy that he was with her. Her wings wrapped around him in a celestial embrace, glitter falling over his shoulders and into his hair. Her marker of him. Her head was pressed into his shoulder and she took in his scent, his warmth. "You are too good to this poor wretched girl."

Prey. Blood. Pheromone. It wanted, needed sustenance. Set loose on the world that very evening, ready to feast. Strange stripes mottled the stinking yellow skin, and it stalked through the trees, pale eyes following what a rather flat, alien looking snout detected. Sinewy muslce rippled beneath taut flesh, the first hunt would be fruitful in the bounty of the woods. Claws sank into the rain softened dirt, and like its father, the beast was silent.

As he held his love, something whispered to him...that magical blade that lay nearby, glowing brightly, glowing red. Danger. He turned in time to see the silent demon, and his eyes turned that same violent red hue. "Keep close..."

It emerged from the treeline, fairy tale horror, dreamscape terror. Animal movements, like a large cat, wide, unblinking, eerily pale eyes staring at them. One. Two. Prey. Host. It stalked towards them without a sound, hunkered low as though it maneuvered the tall grasses of an unseen savanna. Lips curled in a snarl, though a thing with no larynx makes no sound.

Angyla's eyes went wide, her breath ragged with complete and utter terror. "Oh, Goddess, save us..." Her little nails dug fearfully into his strong arm as she trembled at the sight of the terrible creature.


This would be over before it began. He stood his ground between beauty and the beast, chin raised to face his opponent proudly. "No need for a Goddess, Angyla..." His eyes turned red and his hands glowed. "I can handle this." With lightning speed, he drew an amazing bio-force gun from his hip and opened fire on the skulking demon creature. Bullets made of pure magical energy flew at unthinkable speed towards the beast.

It had begun the charge, long strides interrupted, midair. Maw gaped as it was hit; a scream with no sound. Pure energy tore and seared yellow flesh, which, as it split, spilled that purplish blood and that awful stench everywhere. It continued to advance a few feet, then fell to the ground, its head nearly detached, as it had been stuck in the neck. Clawed limbs twitched.

Her scream was blood-curdling. It would have woken the dead in the cemetary not far from where they were. Her hands clutched the grass and sthe stench! She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from vomitting everywhere. She was twitching a little, her wings pulled as tight as they could around herself. Her sniveling was audible and she was staring at the beat with wide eyes.

".....Michi-san......"

Her voice was weak and she was checking to make sure he was allright.

He held her for a moment, rocking her, kissing the top of her head. "Shhh...Fear not... That is just a reaction. I will be certain it is dead." Michi let her go, then he lifted that enchanted sword and stepped away from her, to where the beast still twitched. "I slayed many of these primal demons in my homeland before my time of exile."

He drove the blade, Voice of Ruination, through the heart of the stinking beast, and withdrew it. It hummed with the feel of gore, absorbing the lifeforce and power that remained in the demon. He pulled it out and with a primal yell, hacked through what remained of the beast's neck, and kicked its head away. The blood burned away on the lightning hot steel of the blade and he moved back to her with a smile.

"You see? I am strong enough to rescue you from anything." Arms wide, smile bright: the handsome warrior had not even broken a sweat. Almond eyes glowed that gentle green for her, only for her, always for her and he got closer.

"Oh! you did it!" She let her wings come from around herself, a smile taking over her face. She was pleased that he had killed the beast, yes, but also that he had shown her how strong he could be. She stood, then, to wrap her arms around him. "You are so strong. Let us go away from here, it smells horrid." She looked from the beast to him and back.

It did not take long for that ingenious, starved parasite brain to work its magic. Burns and gashes in the thick, strangely patterned hide soon closed up, the blood replenishing itself as in a thoroughly disgusting, viscous fashion, the hybrid koru'ucan began to perform its very best trick- sprouting a brand new head, complete with teeth. It was a grotesque horror show.

Once more before they had to go, and could no longer be alone in the splendor of the Glen, Michi kissed her with all the passion and lust in his heart, reminding her of how much he loved her, and how much he longed to be her husband. His fangs were sharp, but he kept them away from those perfect, plump lips of hers, though his dark side so longed to taste her... it was a struggle. His struggle.

In silence, always that eerie lack of sound, it rose to its four large feet, like paws but with longer, bonier digits. The hooked claws were long, and nearly as terrible as the rows upon rows of teeth. Flat snout led the way again, pale eyes unblinking on the prey before it. Relentless. Starved.

Angyla let Michi embrace her. She returned the kiss for as long as she could, but the stench was just terrible, and not at all lust inducing. Finally she pulled away from him. "Let us go. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow I will be free." And she smiled at him, blue hair glowing in the gentle moonlight. As she stepped away, she took one more look to where the beast lay and, well, screamed. But no sound came out, so her mouth just hung open and she held out a finger to point in its direction. Point, point, point. Her mouth opening and closing as if she were talking or chewing.

As she pointed, he looked confused, and then he heard it in his mind, the voice from his sword, echoing in his mind, warning him again of danger. He reached for the gun. "Shh.. don't worry... I'll save.."

Too late.

It sprung from many feet away, pouncing on the prey. Claws tore into the flesh of a broad back, tearing the two apart, pulling the larger to the ground. A bite first to the jugular from jagged teeth, made to tear. The taste of blood in its mouth drove it into a happy frenzy, and with that strange nub where a tail might be wagging happily, the creature tore its prey limb from limb, flesh and blood and viscera to fly as it devoured the organs first.

Now, now she could scream. Her wings came around her tightly and she stumbled backwards. The run that started was clumsy and backwards and she fell into the bush, the branches scratching at her arms and legs. She stumbled to her feet again and just kept screaming and pointing. She could't turn and run away yet. She'd be leaving her love!

But he looked so....dead.

Her hands balled in little fists at her sides, the nails cutting her own skin and drawing a little bit of blood. She didn't know just want to do so she stood and her mouth opened and closed and she backed, slowly, into the glen. It was so dark. Too dark. She couldn't run, could she?

Sound. A single sniff of the alien snout. Pheromone. Host. Fear. It paused in its callous consumption of her would be husband and turned those pale, eerie eyes on her. Stalking again, getting nearer by the second. Up close, it moved like a tiger, and even looked vaguely like one in shape. It was just... sleeker, smoother, and infinitely weirder with its sickly yellow pallor and hairless hide.

And Angyla didn't really love him that much... so she turned and ran. It was one of those stumbling horror story runs. She was getting whipped in the face with branches as she ran. They were leaving little cuts on her face and she was bleeding rainbow blood, glitter in her wake.

It pursued, and it was not long before it leapt to snag its quarry, velocity and gravity and those terrible claws to bring her down to the ground of the forest. Only the empty sound of air through a trachea as it sniffed at her again, the pheromone. It did not immediately sink those teeth into her neck. This one was different.

She squirmed and screamed and clawed at the ground. She beat at it with her wings, flapping them as hard as she could so that they were hitting him over and over again. Her eyes were wide as she tried to pull herself out from under the beast. "Help! Help!" At least it was taking its time with her.. unlike her poor fiance.

At the wings it would bite, trying to flip her around to get a shot at that screaming mouth. Nature's work would be done... or maybe it would just eat some more. Claws sank into her flesh deeply as uneven teeth tore at anything flailed in its direction.

And he tore her wings clean off, which was fine enough, as she wasn't really using them effectively (say to fly away?). She's flipped over and her eyes are wide as she's still alive enough. Her arms flail and they are scratched-- deep. Artieries soon to be severed. There isn't much time to do anything to her if she needs to be living and all that.

It seemed to know that and perhaps this is what earned her a far more merciful death than what the spawn would deliver in weeks. The more animalistic side of alien instinct won again, and it sank those terrible teeth into the hot flesh of her neck. When she ceased her noise and her struggle, the beast began to feast, and left nothing of her, save perhaps shreds of bloodied clothing, and the odd bit of hair.