Who: Sayuri, Kenshin and some NPC assassins again Where: Sayuri's Home When: Week 8; Tuesday Night Rating: Violence, almost-murder, sexy times and glimpses of Kenshin's split personality, the Battousai Status: Closed, in progress
The forest was eerily quiet as Kenshin made his way home that night. Sayuri had acquired blood bags for him to feed from, so there was little need for him to hunt the wildlife that surrounded his mistress' home any longer. Still, with such weight ever on his mind, the former Battousai still took his time to spend in meditation and perhaps even silent prayer for the atonement he doubted he would ever fully receive. In the silence, he could still hear their screams clearly. Even more deafening in his memory was the silence that Tomoe had exuded when he'd cut her down in a bloody, blind rage. He remembered it clearly, the moment the bloodlust of a newly turned vampire faded to reveal his wife clinging to the last remnants of life stubbornly as she lay dying at his feet.
The cross-shaped scar on his cheek burned.
Kenshin always kept himself within reach of Sayuri, his hearing and sense of smell able to keep track of his mistress even when he took these brief moments to himself. He had always been been so confident in his ability to react if she was endangered thanks to his godlike speed. He had little idea just how wrong he was in the long run.
The first notion that something was wrong came to him when he truly began to realize how troubling the silence all around him was. In nature there could always be a slight sound heard from even the smallest of insects if one listened closely enough. The vampire thought perhaps that he was being far to paranoid to consider the oddity a threat, but the gut-wrenching feeling that something was wrong could not be shaken. Desperate to reach Sayuri to make sure that she was safe and assuage his fears, Kenshin took off back to the house at break-neck speed.