After disposing of the cadaver in a fitting location—a nearby bush—I threw a gaze across my surroundings, scanning it for any possible witnesses lurking in their homes whilst waiting for their chance to strike.
This feeling, understandably, shocked me into a state that was something very alert. Had I, the Scarlet Devil, felt fear for these equines? As implausible as it would seem, this grass-eating livestock had shoved me into a sensation I had only felt when I was still human, fearing that man which would feast upon my maiden flesh…
So it seemed that the evil god wishing upon me this curse had given me a modicum of leniency; I faded into the shadows and lay in wait. I had not an inkling of what to expect, but I waited nonetheless, for I had no intention of facing those bearers who frightened me so within my inexplicable nightmare.
I allowed my mind to drift away from the mortal plane. I knew for a fact that those equines were hostile, hence the possibility of a most unfitting end by the wooden stake. More importantly, I had not the slightest clue where in hell I was—which it would certainly be, given the nature of what is surely my banishment—and my ignorance could pose a substantial threat to my well-being. Worst of all, I could not bring myself to refrain from despising this humiliating form of which my unseen adversary had determined to be my retribution.
I had to clear my head of such disturbing thoughts, for I was in no place to dillydally. Eventually, the corpse of the equine I had slain was discovered by what I assumed to have been a mare. She recoiled and screamed, and I knew I had no need to stay any longer. Fortunately, there was a nearby woodland for me to dwell in, its leafy branches providing me with a safe cover from the cruel sun.
Behind me, I heard shouting describing the horrendous murder that had only occurred moments earlier. I found a large hole in a tree and flew up to it, my wings barely supporting my tired frame. I peered within and smirked.
“The perfect hideaway,” I murmured to myself as I crawled within the tree. It was a bit cramped and not to mention painful to hide in, but it was otherwise the thing I had wished for in such an event of dire need.
I heard soft beats of wretched hooves pounding the ground rather frantically. This was accompanied by more shouting, and another feeling of dread washed over me. What if I was caught? What would happen then?
My body tensed up and I could not seize the muscles fast enough to prevent my face from shifting in horror.
Something occurred to me: I was alone, a stranger in a foreign land. I was left to fend for myself, without China or Sakuya or Patchouli to help me. Not even my insane, destructive sister Flandre could’ve conjured something like this; she’d only kill for fun.
I hated this feeling of dread; yet I couldn’t do anything to stop it. The shouting got closer, making me much more unbearably nervous. I began to shake a bit in fear, hoping I was still sane enough to not do anything life-risking. With their perspiration an acrid stench of anger was exuded off their irate bodies.
As a vampire, I would sense such things a human couldn’t have been able to perceive— and this served only to further push my mind into distress as I hid myself like a child soon to be orphaned.
“Kill the vampire!” cried one irate voice.
“Burn it!” yelled another.
A helpless victim, of circumstance no less. Were I more sound of mind I would scoff and feel shame over this pathetic display on my side. As I weren’t, I huddled within my impromptu hiding place, hoping that these creatures would not find me.
“Dispose of the ashes!” wailed a third. Images of equines holding torches, pitchforks, and the like soon played in my mind.
They did unspeakable things to me in those horrid images, things I cannot bear to discuss at all. Pain rattled my nerves once more, and panic resumed its chaotic course.
I was wondering where my Gungnir had been all this time, for I so desperately needed it right now. Fangs and wings alone were not enough to fend off those beasts from me. I was hoping the tree could provide shelter and fully conceal me from the wretched horses at this point. If only I remembered my ability to control fate sooner.
“I heard that the vampire was a mare!” called a fourth voice, and as if Yukari had stowed the owners of the mob away, all was quiet. Much too quiet for comfort.
I dared to look out, keeping my head just low enough to hopefully avoid being spotted. Indeed, there were many horses carrying various makeshift weapons; pitchforks and torches being the prime choice. Unlike I, they lacked wings and horns.
“The vampire was a mare?” one asked, its eyes wide in disbelief.
“Yeah,” replied a second with a nod.
“It’s getting late, boys. Let’s head home before the timberwolves show up,” said a third, and all looked at it with agreeing nods. They began walking away from my hiding tree and towards the yard where the murder took place.
I silently thanked my lucky stars for having avoided such a horrid fate. I snuggled back into the treehole and took some much-needed deep breaths. I needed to calm myself in order to think rationally.
The things I was about to do that night….
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This is really interesting! Love it! Now just keep on updating please!
4160820 Me and Divine are doing our best to work on it! Chill!
Looks like Remi got some of dem xenophobia.
This is good, as it's not going to one of those OP character goes to MLP: everyone respects/fears her, omg he/she invincible lez make a cult.
So far, I'd give this fic a solid /5
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4162630 I believe the term you are looking for is Mary Sue. And I completely agree, I'm tired of reading stories where the protagonist is all-powerful and every situation ends in his or her favor.
4166363 Same here.