Rin pulled her blood-stained katana from the chest of another vampire and strutted towards the end of the upstairs hallway. Behind her, her sister's deft hands loaded the chamber of one of her revolvers and snapped it shut.

Keiko pointed to a brilliantly designed shoji featuring a cherry blossom tree, Sakura's namesake, and the number 19 in kanji. "Over there."

As Rin approached the private room, a diverse cocktail of aromas intoxicated her. A strong, floral perfume attempted to drown out some less appealing scents: sweat, blood, saliva, and something that smelled oddly like the solution she used in her bath. Loud, feral grunts, sounds of lovemaking, pounded through the divider. Sakura was still conducting business. Surprising. Had she not heard the commotion downstairs? Impossible.

Keiko clutched her longbow a bit tighter than usual. “Why isn’t she doing anything?”

“Relax,” Rin whispered, “She’s a slut, not a samurai.”

“She’s Nosferatu. Be careful.”

Rin snorted. “Always.” She put on a brave face despite the seed of doubt taking root inside of her.

Silently, gently, she placed her fingers on the divider’s handles. The sisters exchanged a nod and Rin slid the old doors open. A tsunami of body heat and sticky humidity hit Rin’s face. The room was dimly lit by fragrant candles. In the corner of the room, Sakura of a Thousand Aromas lay with one of her customers atop a pillowy futon. Her fox-like eyes locked on the twins as she smiled with jagged fangs and puffy, red lips. Wavy, reddish-brown hair fell on large breasts, exposed through a silk robe.

Sakura kneaded her nipples. Her nails were painted red and sharpened like knives. “My, but you’re adorable. It’s not often I get female companions. Come join in, don’t be shy.”

Ten men in various states of undress surrounded Sakura, stroking their cocks. Like the maniacs from the park, they slobbered all over themselves, enslaved by the vampiress’ magical allure.

Rin didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she was transfixed by one of the men. He had an abnormally large member, the largest she’d ever seen. For only a moment, a lewd image flashed in her mind that she couldn’t unsee.

She spat, getting an imaginary, foul taste out of her mouth. “We’re not here for that.”

Keiko raised her bow and pointed an arrow at the sultry kyuuketsuki. She was blushing. Her arms trembled and took ragged breaths. “Th-that’s right. We’re here to kill you and free these men.”

Something was wrong with her. It was usual for the strong scent and charisma of a vampire to get the better of humans, but Keiko was usually quite resilient.

Rin felt Sakura’s aura as well. It whispered in her ear. “Submit her body and soul to me.”

Like hell. Rin bit her lip, a bit of pain never hurt when it came to strengthening her resolve.

"Free them? I have no idea what you're saying," Sakura said, this time out loud. "Boys, you're here on your own accord, aren't you?"

"Yes, Miss Sakura!" the men stammered in unison. "We love Miss Sakura!"

Sakura crossed her arms. "Well, there you have it. We're all friends here. Why don't you put those weapons down and come sit? You both seem tense. I know just the thing-- "

"Who would want to be friends with a monster?" Rin interrupted.

“A monster, you say?” Sakura bit her lip. Her cheeks turned red. “Fetch, boys!”

The drooling maniacs stalked forward, giggling like a pack of hyenas.

Rin gripped her katana and turned to her sister. “Will you shoot this slut already?”

Keiko briefly stared at Sakura with a dumb expression, eyes flickering, before she snapped back to reality and released the arrow. It would have hit Sakura square in her bosom had a long-bearded madman not jumped in the way. The man spat out a mix of saliva and blood and fell backwards onto his ass.

"Now look what you've done!" Sakura shrieked.

Rin sprang forward and raised her katana high above her head. She had learned a lot from her battle at the park with the drooling quasi-vampires (she wasn’t quite sure what to call them yet). They lacked the regenerative ability of V-Type blood but had quick reflexes, brutish strength, and a seemingly limitless pain tolerance. Most threatening of all, the freaks had no regard whatsoever for their own well-being.

“No carelessness,” she told herself. “Strike quickly. Back away.”

Rin came down on one of the attacker’s heads, splitting his forehead and nose open. Before she finished her follow-through, another man, strong-looking and gray-haired grasped at her. She stepped back, narrowly avoiding his thick fingers. With a flash of her katana, she lopped off his arm. With another, she cut his abdomen open, spraying a torrent of warm blood onto her. Rin was about to carve into a third attacker when something grabbed her ankle. The grey-haired man, though mutilated, latched onto her with his remaining hand. An involuntary yelp escaped her and she stabbed him through his crown. His grip tightened for a second before he died and released her.

Though she was lounging on the bed moments before, Sakura was suddenly in Rin’s face. So fast, the demon! She clawed at Rin’s arm and dug her cherry red nails into her flesh. A minor wound, but one with the sting of a suzumebachi hornet. Rin’s katana fell to the floor.

She almost appreciated Sakura’s brave attack, but if Sakura were smart, she would have gone for the eyes. With a headbutt to the jaw, taken straight from Master Kenshin’s lessons, Rin stunned the vampiress. While Sakura reeled, Rin unsheathed her short sword and sliced off the hand that had maimed her. Screaming, twisting, contorting her voluptuous body, spraying blood across an ornate wall, Sakura scampered away behind her wall of remaining slaves.

"That's it! You're fucked now!"

Two tall, fat quasi-vampires advanced towards the twins. Rin flicked her katana back to her free hand with her foot. With a running start, she jumped and planted her short sword in the first one’s face. The other, with good athleticism despite his girth, lunged at her only to be stabbed in the belly by her longsword.

He smiled in response to Rin’s efforts. "You’re fucked now," the huge man laughed, echoing his master.

He grabbed Rin and tossed her back and she crashed through the divider. The world went black for a moment and she struggled to find her footing. What was wrong? She hadn’t hit her head that hard. She had to prop herself upright on her katana, barely able to grip it. Her fingers were turning to soba, her legs to udon.

She remembered Sakura’s nails. "Poison."

"Rin! Hold on!" Keiko screamed. The man with the huge member was still alive, and trying to wrestle Keiko’s bow away from her.

Sakura cackled as she nursed her bleeding stump. "It's just a little sedative. No need to worry, it’ll feel real good soon! You'll be our new whores here at Carmilla's! Won't that be fun? Boys, you'd like to see some fresh, young pussy around here, wouldn't you?"

"Fresh, young pussy!" the maniacs applauded. "Fresh, young pussy!"

Rin’s legs shook as the drugs dragged her further into the black abyss. "You dirty-- "

Her whole body tingled with pins and needles and a warm liquid trickled down her thighs. Specks of light, like swirling snowflakes, flashed across her eyes. The walls warped and the tatami seemed to melt at her feet. Blinking and seeing double, she took aim at Sakura. Dipping deep into her well of strength, she raised her katana and swung. The attack missed badly and she tumbled to the ground. Sakura screamed with rapturous delight. The fat man with the gruesome sword wound mounted her, pressing his sweaty cock up against her stomach.

"Look! They like you already!" Sakura taunted.

"Keiko...do..it..." Rin squeaked.

Keiko gave up her bow to the handsome man, drew her pistols, and blasted him in the face.

Rin could only watch, trapped helplessly under the fat man. “Kill...”

Keiko fired a burst of three rapid shots in succession. The volley sailed through the group of man-slaves, not even scratching them. Two bullets missed their mark, but one nailed Sakura in the chest.

The vixen staggered back. "Huh?"

Gasping for air, she rolled on the floor and tore at her silk robe, ripping it at the lapels. Rin could tell the bullet had damaged a lung, and hopefully hit her heart.

The fat man stopped drooling on Rin’s forehead and gazed towards his fallen mistress. He looked like a drunkard being woken after a night of heavy drinking. The other somnambulists also slowly came back to the waking world. Unopposed, Keiko walked over to Sakura and grabbed her by the hair.

“P-p-please…” Sakura wheezed, and reached feebly at Keiko’s wrist. “I have the an-anti...dote.”

Keiko shook her. “Where!? Where is it!?”

“Cabinet...behind you.”

Keiko turned around and scanned the room for a cabinet, not finding one. Rin tried to warn her sister, but all that came out under her attacker’s gut was an unintelligible grunt. The vampiress smirked with bloody fangs and raked her nails across Keiko’s back.

Keiko swore, and swatted the whore’s hand away. "Die, you bloodsucking bitch!" she screamed and pressed her revolver to Sakura's temple.

BANG!

A bullet tore through Sakura's brain and exploded out of the other side of her skull. The vampiress' eyes flickered before closing for good. Blood from the wound poured down Sakura’s fox-like face.

The gunshot woke the men who were still dazed. When they saw the blood, dead bodies, and severed limbs around them, they quickly fled the brothel. The fat bastard atop Rin finally succumbed to his stab wound and collapsed on top of her. Keiko rushed over to help, but struggled to push the massive, dead weight off of her sister.

"Damn, you're heavy!" Keiko winged as sweat poured from her brow.

With a pained cry, Keiko rolled the corpse off of Rin. Panting, she bent over and kissed Rin’s forehead.

“Rin, are you okay? Sakura got us pretty good, didn’t she?”

Rin wanted to say “And you got her, sister. Well done.” However, she could only manage a slight nod as her eyelids glued shut. Her sister’s futile screams echoed in the darkness.