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So, don’t ask me why my muses kick my brain & urge me to write between 2-5am, having me hit works hard, making me a zombie the next day, but they do, (think they love to torturing me, lol 🙂 ) Anyway, late Monday, a turning point in the Sailor Moon crossover was made and I’d like to get feedback on the lead up to a fight before continuing. Some additional details will be added, like how Xavior and his vampire are fighting outside time, having Fujiko and Luna seem frozen, but I’d like to know if the scene below flows well and if you readers can follow what’s going on.
Please comment and let me know! 🙂
“Xavior and Fujiko walked into a room, more than likely a guest room, waiting for the feline adviser before shutting and locking themselves in. The man knew how to begin down the path of communing with his inner vampire, Blackrose taught him how to perform the ritual before she fought that mage, knowledge having him take the Kahimoto sword sheathe with the weapon in it off his back and set it in front of him after sitting cross legged. After a pause, probably to get what he needed to say to the part he imprisoned together, Xavior started to chant in a forgotten tongue, going into a trance soon after.
Heeding the feline warrior’s words, Luna remained still like a statue, unsure of their motives, but the adviser didn’t want to risk anything if what she heard was true. Though it might’ve been her imagination or maybe her eyes playing tricks on her, she wasn’t sure, she just knew some black mist started to form around the male warrior, giving the cat reason to move, yet she did nothing. Strange wouldn’t even touch the situation, making Queen Serenity’s adviser think the two could be from the Negaforce, but that wouldn’t explain them aiding the queen or what his friend told the prince, letting the thought that they were spies vanish.
While chanting, Xavior couldn’t ignore the misty presence that formed across from him, he couldn’t really, compelling Blackrose’s mate to open his eyes. Even though what peered at him seemed like a normal warrior, the Izurian knew better, having the man sigh, but before he could say a thing, the entity jumped and tackled him before saying, “I’m a part of you?! Don’t make me laugh, you’re weak!!” in anger, a bit of rage fueled that as it growled demonically, baring it’s fangs. It made Xavior’s nature quite sick knowing Blackrose gifted the man looking back immortality, only to deny what he was, making the vampire form add, “Stupid child, you’ve lost what our Sire fell in love with. Perhaps I should take over and kill these people and return home by her side!” the anger and demonic overtone more pronounced on that last part, but after it said that something hit Xavior, making him grab the monster’s arm, forcing it to let go.
“If you kill these people, how will you get home to Ervere since this world’s queen is the only one who can send us back?” Xavior asked, pointing out the obvious to his other half, but knew better. It could’ve been the memory of how Blackrose was before they fell in love that ignited fire within him to fight back, but her mate wasn’t about to let his nature’s blood lust rule him, making him pickup the Kahimoto sword. True, perhaps he was a child who feared that side of himself, Xavior admitted that, even though it hurt to do so, but at the time, he couldn’t commune with the inner vampire and if any part of the man made up the being, it had to know that fact.
“Hmph worm, are you going to fight me now?” the demonic side of the man asked smugly, looking at him drawing the blade. It knew what this weak version was attempting, that went without saying, having the thrill of battle come to it, but the vampire had no plan to let the pitiful version of itself just use the abilities it had then go back to neglecting what he was. No, though a blood thirsty entity, wanting to control Xavior, it was still him in a sense and had a bit of honor, a fact making it give him a test, one that if he should lose, well.
As he looked at his vampire self, he knew this was a battle he couldn’t afford losing, an admission making Blackrose’s mate take a stance. There wasn’t time for a long drawn out inner battle with his inner vampire, Xavior knew that, but he also knew that if he should lose, the vampire would take control, not unlike Bloodrose did to his wife before she settled things with it, one thing he couldn’t allow to happen. Though it seemed like forever, the time came when the two took off after the other, crossing swords with a mighty clang, both not giving up ground.”