Yuki Kuran: The Last Vampire (A Vampires vs Aliens Story)

What Happened After She Left

Back in the future:

Hideo stood motionless for a brief second, the brilliance of the portal's light fading as Yuki vanished into the unknown. The room hummed with the residual energy of her departure, the time machine's glow dimming, but the sound of approaching footsteps snapped him back into action.

The aliens had found them, and they were closing in fast.

Hideo clenched his fists and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable fight. There wasn't much time. The room shuddered as an explosion rocked the facility, sending dust cascading from the ceiling. He grabbed his rifle from the table, checking its ammunition, though he knew it would be useless against their advanced armor.

This was a distraction—he needed to buy Yuki time. No matter what happened, she had to succeed. If she failed, everything would be lost. A grim determination settled over him as he moved to the console Yuki had left behind. He had to erase any trace of their plans before the aliens reached it.

His fingers worked quickly, pulling up the files and codes that powered the time machine. Deleting the data would be too slow; instead, he began corrupting it, scrambling the core systems with virus protocols. The machine whined in protest as it struggled under the conflicting commands, sparks flying from the control panel.

As the system crashed, another explosion rattled the chamber door. They were almost inside.

Hideo turned toward the entrance, bracing himself. Through the thick smoke and dust, he could make out their silhouettes—sleek and menacing, their alien armor gleaming in the low light. He raised his rifle and fired. The bullets bounced harmlessly off their shields, but it was enough to draw their attention. They surged forward, their glowing eyes fixed on him with deadly intent.

One of them stepped into the room—a tall, slender alien with a sinewy, elongated body covered in sleek, metallic armor that gleamed under the dim light. Its skin, where visible, was a deep shade of iridescent blue, almost translucent, with dark veins pulsing beneath the surface. Its head was narrow and angular, with large, black, insect-like eyes that reflected no emotion, only cold calculation. A set of small, tendril-like appendages extended from its jawline, twitching slightly as if sensing the air.

In its hand, it held a long, curved weapon that seemed to meld with its arm, as though it was an extension of its own body. The weapon pulsed with a faint glow, humming with barely contained energy. The alien's thin, clawed fingers flexed around the handle, and with a fluid, almost effortless motion, it raised its arm. In an instant, a bolt of crackling energy erupted from the weapon, the force of it sending a shockwave through the room. Hideo barely had time to dive behind the console as the bolt seared through the air, scorching the floor where he'd stood moments before, leaving a trail of smoldering heat in its wake.

Hideo crouched low, breathing hard. He had to think. He couldn't take them head-on, not with the weapons they had. But he could outsmart them.

He glanced toward the auxiliary power line connected to the alien tech Yuki had rigged. A dangerous plan formed in his mind. It might get him killed, but if it worked, he could level the entire facility—take them all down in one blow. He just needed to buy a few more seconds.

Crawling toward the exposed cables, Hideo ripped open the panel and began pulling wires free. The energy from the alien core was volatile; if he could force an overload, it would set off a chain reaction. He wasn't a genius like Yuki, but he knew enough about power grids to be dangerous.

The aliens closed in, their weapons raised.

Hideo yanked the final wire loose, sparks flying from the machinery. The power surge roared through the system, and the lights flickered. For a split second, the aliens hesitated, sensing the danger.

"Goodbye," Hideo muttered under his breath.

He slammed the live wires together, and the chamber erupted in a blinding flash of light and heat. The energy exploded outward, engulfing everything in a massive burst of raw power. Hideo barely had time to register the impact before he was thrown back, his vision going black as the chamber crumbled around him.

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Far from the chaos of the battle, the alien command ship hovered in the sky, monitoring the situation below with cold precision. Deep within its control room, the alien commander studied the readings on a holographic display. His species had long mastered the art of war, and the humans' resistance had been little more than an inconvenience—until now.

The alien commander stood tall in the command center, his presence commanding attention from all those around him. Unlike the slender warriors under his command, he was a hulking figure, towering over the others with broad shoulders and an imposing, armored frame. His armor was intricately designed, a dark metallic hue that shimmered with a faint, eerie light. Embedded in the armor were glowing lines of alien symbols, pulsating with energy as if the armor itself was alive. His skin, a mottled mix of dark blue and silver, had the appearance of hardened scales, though it shifted with fluid grace when he moved.

His face was a mask of cold intelligence. His eyes, deep-set and glowing a bright amber, held a predatory gleam. Unlike the smaller drones, his face bore a crown of short, jagged spikes that extended from the top of his skull, and from his chin protruded several tendril-like appendages that twitched subtly, reacting to the room's shifting energy. His mouth was hidden behind a curved metal respirator, which amplified his low, vibrating growl as he spoke, giving his voice an almost mechanical quality. His fingers were long, with sharp claws that clicked lightly against the holographic console as he studied the data.

Far more than a warrior, the commander was a strategist, always several steps ahead. His species had conquered countless worlds, and the human resistance was nothing more than a temporary obstacle. He had no intention of failing here.

"Their hideout is destroyed, Commander. But we have captured one of their leaders," his subordinate reported, bowing.

The commander turned, his piercing eyes narrowing. "Bring him to me."

A moment later, the screen flickered, revealing the image of a man bound in heavy restraints, his face bloodied but defiant. It was Hideo.

"Human," the alien commander began, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "You are more valuable to us alive than dead."

Hideo spat blood on the floor, glaring up at the screen. "You think you can break me? You have no idea what you're up against."

The commander's lips curled into a smile. "It is not you we seek, human. You are but a key to unlocking something far greater."

Hideo's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"We know your leader has traveled through time. We allowed it. And now, we will find her—through you."

Hideo's heart skipped a beat. They had known all along. His mind scrambled for a way out, but the aliens had him cornered.

The commander leaned forward, his voice cold and deliberate. "You will tell us where she has gone. And if you refuse, we will show you the true meaning of suffering."

Hideo clenched his teeth. He knew he couldn't betray Yuki. But the aliens were relentless, and now that they had him, the stakes were higher than ever.

Somewhere, out there in the past, Yuki was fighting to save their future. Hideo could only hope she succeeded before the aliens tore him apart.