Before showing this, let me say a few things. First and foremost, this chapter has been a joy to draw up, especially lately. It feels good to be back in writing mode with the Novel, because it seems to be coming out most clearly these last weeks or so… Second, there are bound to be spelling/grammer errors, as I try to fix what I find, I’m bound to miss things, please do not choke me. Lastly: I am starting to use my new disclaimer, please don’t copy the work. Let me know your thoughts on the chapter, Thanks!! 🙂
CHAPTER V: ARISE BLOODROSE
Author’s Note: Blackrose and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!
Rated Mature: For violence/gore, language, and adult themes. So if you object, turn away now!
Hearing Blackrose roar like that, Dante didn’t need to guess that the vampire’s anger reached it’s boiling point, making the thought, “What would she do next?” enter his mind, having the warrior watch her closely. Though there wasn’t any doubt in his mind the vampire cat aided him in the fight against his sister, a feat he still had trouble believing, Shara vanished, leaving Dante wondering if Blackrose would attack him next, something chilling him to his core. Sure, he admitted she had a right to come after him, after all, he hid the fact that he could walk when they crossed swords, and yet, it always came into his mind that, if she wanted too, she could’ve read his thoughts, but didn’t, confusing the man now.
Looking at Dante, Blackrose knew she had the power of her transformed state at her disposal to kill him, a task the cat woman dreamed about since she marked him as her prey, but now, feelings she thought died with her morality started stirring with in her, calling into question her whole plan for him. As the vampire stood there staring at him, Blackrose could’ve sworn she felt something other than hate for the man. Shaking her head several times, trying to put herself together, her dark nature started clawing at her, attempting to regain control and kill Dante, an action being blocked by what might be her goodness.
“What is she waiting for?” ran across the Izurian warrior’s mind, like an arrow, causing Dante to wonder if he should run, but perhaps honor starting taking hold of him, because, “If I run then I’ll be a coward.” came from his lips in a mutter. Though he makes jokes and pokes fun at times, honor was something he held dear, making the man stay and see this out, whatever the end. While he readied himself for this standoff’s outcome, Eliza, one of the knights he had trained, and trusted came running with his now repaired sword. As she did, images of what Blackrose could do to her if provoked started playing in his mind, prompting the warrior to yell, “STOP!”, an order the female knight heeded.
Standing there, a bit of fear came over her, shadow cold as ice, the young woman felt like shaking when she saw the cat girl shoot her gaze her way, almost as if she was probing the knight’s mind. Yet, Dante’s order rang in her ear, freezing her in her tracks. Oh, Eliza admitted she would’ve went in, and fought this beast, probably dying when she fought alongside Dante months ago, and yer, his teachings stuck with her, cooling the girl’s head. Though in the grip of fear, thoughts of throwing her mentor his weapon began sprouting up like flowers in her head, making the woman slowly lift her arm, ready to toss the sword to him, but as she looked in Dante’s direction, he shot her a look, telling her not to be stupid.
While the two halves of Blackrose battle for control, many thoughts of her mortal life, and after started going through her mind, making the cat not move. As her thoughts of the past continued flowing in, having her frozen, some parts her vampire self denied long ago began to reawaken, causing what could be regret to come over Blackrose. Oh, there was no question about if she liked slaughtering men, women and the elderly, the cat knew it excited her, giving her a rush like no other. But now, with what might be her morality kicking in, fighting the darkness which controlled her for centuries, the vampire began to question all her deeds, Even though her past was being played for her as a form of judgment, a judgment a piece of the vampire knew had to be passed someday, Blackrose began walking towards Dante.
Seeing her walking his way, the warrior’s mind raced with various things, but “Is she friend or foe?” stood out from everything, making the man get into his stance. Though subtle, Dante could see the vampire cat’s inner war with herself rage, taring at her, something that made him want to help, though he didn’t know how he could, better yet, where the need to help her came from. While true, the Izurian warrior felt a pull that could’ve been a spark of interest in her that went beyond the cat woman just as his opponent in a game that lost it’s point long ago, but yet, at times, Dante found himself thinking of the cat vampire, wondering about her, which drove him insane. And even now, as she got closer, thoughts of wanting, no needing to help Blackrose entered his mind, closing it off from any other thought and taking center stage, having Dante shaking his head, muttering, “Why now?!” angrily.
Looking at her mentor, the female knight didn’t need to guess something had him and was taking his mind away from the approaching vampire, telling her to help him. Oh, Elisa wanted to move in the cat woman’s way to her teacher, but as she willed herself to move, Dante’s words, telling her not to be stupid started ringing through the young woman’s mind, freezing her. Watching this unnatural woman drawing closer to the man Elisa looked up to, possibly to kill him, didn’t sit well with her, making her feel ill when images of Dante’s death played before her eyes, but a feeling rushed over her, like some spirit that reached out to her from the other side, telling her Dante needs her now, which wiped away all, and had her standing in front of the man.
When the Izurian warrior looked up and saw the girl in front of him, blocking Blackrose, “That stupid woman.” began echoing in his mind, fanning the fires of Dante’s anger, and yet, maybe his conscience hit him, letting the man know the she came to his aid, having him calm down. Though he knew Elisa’s actions were honorable, a thought that brought a smile to his face, thoughts of what the vampire cat could do to her entered his mind, causing him to want to move his student, yet, he didn’t. “Why?” escaped Dante in a mutter. Sure, he didn’t wish death on the young woman, because to him, there had been enough bloodshed in this fight with Prince Alexdros already, so why can’t he move bothered him. It wasn’t fear of what the vampire cat had in mind for him, if she still wanted him dead, a thought the man put to rest when he saw her approaching, still the clouds of uncertainty clouded him, making him want to aid Blackrose, something that may get him and his student killed.
As the vampire stood in front of the man of what was once her play thing, Blackrose could hear her dark nature tell her to send this human to his grave, a thought that at one time gave her joy, but the cat lifted her hand, as if she wanted something. “Why are you doing this?” rang out through the dankness of her mind madly, yet,“It is time for a change.” a voice answered back, having Blackrose give a semi warm smile. Sure, these feelings she felt begin to take hold frightened her, that much she admitted, and she wouldn’t let her vampire side be tamed, at least not completely, but she knew Dante needed to finish the fight with the woman she fought against.
Seeing the cat, the person who he fought against more times then he wanted to count with her hand out threw him, having “That’s unlike her.” shoot through his mind, like an arrow. Even with questions of her intentions eating away at him, a voice that he could have sworn sounded like his mother came by his ear, telling him to go with the vampire, a request Dante answered by saying, “Elisa, stand down and give me my sword.” Oh, he knew she would think he was crazy, and half of him thought so too, but something told him he could trust that voice, having Dante step from behind the knight.
Watching her mentor, the question, “Is the vampire controlling him?” started going around Elisa’s mind, having her want to ask that out loud. She heard his order to give him his weapon, a task she volunteered to do, and would do, but seeing Dante start to have no fear of this creature didn’t make sense, causing her to think about stopping the man. And yet, as she looked into his eyes, a feeling she couldn’t explain began coming over the woman, quelling the fear she had for her teacher, compelling Elisa to give Dante his sword while bowing in respect.
After returning the bow with his own, a custom Blackrose didn’t think much of, Dante took hold of the Kahimoto’s sheath and like any good warrior, he could tell the sword wasn’t right, making him want to inspect it. Going to unsteathe the sword, a breeze began blowing, causing chills to go through the warrior, as if his mom was at his side telling him now wasn’t the time, which made Dante sheath the sword and take Blackrose’s hand. As she took to air, a feat only accomplished in her transformed state, many things about Blackrose’s actions in the last few minutes played in Dante’s brain, having his mind in a spin, but yet, he always thought of her, whether as a misguided feeling or something more, the warrior couldn’t say.
While in the air, a lot of thoughts about the coming showdown with his sister started crowding the warrior’s mind, causing a feeling he couldn’t place to creep in. Oh, he knew she needed to die for murdering the one who took them in, trained and loved them, a task he swore to their mother he would carry out. And yet, something about seeing Shara dead didn’t sit to well with Dante, having him shake his head, trying to ban it. As he continued fighting with that part of his mind calling for Shara to be spared, memories of the way she was before Bernith corrupted her began swirling in Dante’s mind, having the warrior want to go insane.
Perhaps Blackrose felt him moving in her arms, because she glanced at him. Looking at the man’s face, the vampire saw a bit of what could be doubt in his eyes, causing her evil to scream in her ear, telling her this would be the time to strike, but yet, for some reason, Blackrose didn’t want too. Sure, the vampire admitted killing him was what she dreamed of, at least at first, but now, maybe she saw more than just the blood lust, which drove her evil side crazy. Oh, though a part of the vampire knew goodness might have her, something the cat was still uneasy with, Blackrose stood by the fact that she wouldn’t be tamed completely, a thought making her grin come to her face.
As Dante caught her grin, “Damn, is she planning something?” crossed his mind, sending the warrior on alert, but Dante swore he heard his mother’s voice telling him to relax and focus on the coming battle, a fight that he knew he needed to have a clear head for, making him relax. When the two unlikely allies arrived at Yoruichi’s tomb, questions began filling the Izurian’s mind like a hot spring, but none of them stood out more than, “How did she know where this was?” As hard as it was for him to say aloud, Dante admitted that he himself didn’t know her tomb’s location, a fact he regretted on a daily basis.
After putting her once prey, now temporary alley down, dark aura started surrounding the vampire cat, transforming her back to normal. As soon as Blackrose felt her second stage being sealed, she looked at the warrior, unsure of his reaction. While true, she had a few things she had on her mind that the vampire wanted to say, mostly about his ploy, hiding the fact he could walk, but with her darkness clawing her and the coming battle, Blackrose kept silent, walking towards the tomb door.
Following her, Dante saw something in her eye, leading him to believe she wanted to end Shara herself, having him want to say something to her. “But what?” went through his mind, like a raging storm, chilling him to the bone. He knew Blackrose could very well end him, if she so wished, but she needed to know this was his duty, and most of all, honor demanded him too. After giving a heavy sigh, something his mother or queen Chanista might say popped into his mind, making Dante say, “Please don’t think I’m trying to control you, but this is my fight, but not just that, I swore to my mother, I’d do this.”
While hearing his reason for stopping her, every part of the vampire cat wanted to kill him then his sister, driving Blackrose to grind her fangs in anger. Though he told her he didn’t want to control her, to her, that was what he wanted to do, making her blood boil, which made her dark side stronger. And yet, right when it gained enough power to assert power over her, something came to her, stopping it, having Blackrose say, “Fine human, have it your way! However, talk to me about honor and duty again and I’ll kill you!” Oh, in a way, she understood his reason, in fact, to her, a part of her respected him for it, but she didn’t want him to know that.
As the two unlikely allies opened the door, a chill started climbing Dante’s spine, as if he felt his mother beside him, having the warrior mutter, “I’m sorry “mom” for what’s about to go on in your resting place. Please forgive us.” Giving a sigh, he and Blackrose entered the tomb, walking the long hallway, lit by torches. To him, having to fight Shara here seemed wrong in so many ways, making Dante’s temper flare up. He felt his composure begin to crumble with every step he took, but a piece of the warrior’s mind told him that’s what Shara wants from you, having him shake his head, refocusing himself.
Watching the man she fought so many times acting like this threw the vampire, sending questions new to her across her mind. Sure, Blackrose admitted to herself that if she knew this shook him up this bad, she would’ve fought him here herself. And yet, in a way, using a final resting place of someone close to you as a battleground was low, even by a vampire’s standards, having a demonic snarl escape Blackrose’s lips.
Once in the main chamber, the two saw Shara sitting on her knees in front of a coffin, having Dante grab the Kahimoto sword’s handle, but “It didn’t feel right.” crossed the warrior’s mind, making him let go of it. He knew the battle wouldn’t be easy empty handed, especially if she used her short sword, but even so, the warrior swore to himself not to use it. As he shot what could be anger her way, a memory of training with Tiger’s Fangs, their mother’s twin blades started to play in his head. In it, Dante could hear, “The swords can’t be swayed and used for evil.” echoing in his ear, letting, “You know, even if you kill me, mother’s swords won’t allow you to use them.”
Looking up, she hoped the time she had to regroup aided in keeping the insanity from showing, letting, “How do you know, brother? It wasn’t like she let us train with them.“ Oh, knowing that he could be speaking truth, something making her a bit ill, in her twisted head, ways she would corrupt the weapons and have them serve her began brewing in Shara’s mind. Standing up, putting her hand up, palm facing her brother, fingers bent, “This is a fight to the death! Don’t hold back, I know I won’t!” fell from the woman’s mouth in a half caring tone.
By the way his sister stood, Dante automatically knew that stance was an old Kumarian way of starting a duel, having the warrior do the same while walking towards her. “At least she’s being honorable.” went through his mind as he met her hand with his, putting them together. After honor was satisfied, Dante knew he couldn’t back out, but he had a feeling Shara may try something, causing him to plan ahead. And yet, not knowing what was going on in the woman’s unhinged world didn’t make it easy to guess, having Dante need to trust his instincts.
Watching the siblings ready themselves for their fight, Blackrose gave a sigh, but as her eyes fell on her human alley, she started questioning her motives for fighting him more, causing the cat to shake her head. Oh, in the beginning, she found it fun to dream of his blood on her blade, an idea driving her mad with blood lust, but it felt like the evil that Alucard, her Sire made her endure and embrace slowly began to lose it’s sway over her. Though she couldn’t understand where it came from, but feeling like the evil, which controlled her started bleeding off of her, letting some sort of peace come in began coming over Blackrose. Yet, if it did begin leaving, the question, “Where did it go?” began echoing in the vampire cat’s mind, making her worry.
Slowly returning to a stance after the custom, both Dante and Shara never let their gaze leave the other. Studying each other, making note of any little movement that could give away what the opening technique might be, the siblings knew the first blow would likely tell the outcome of the battle, having brother and sister empty their minds. After what seemed like an eternity, Dante saw his sister lunge at him with a jump kick, making him back up blocking, leading Shara to follow up with a few punches, driving the man back a he blocked, ending the flurry with a spinning back hand, which caught Dante on his jaw, sending him back flipping to get space.
Feeling his mouth, the thought, “Wow, she perfected that combo.” made its way through the man’s mind, having the Izurian want to give Shara encouragement. Sure, he knew this was a life or death battle, something a part of him didn’t really want, but knew had to be, they were brother and sister and though on different paths, Dante still loved her. As he reset his stance, many ways to counterattack flowed to the man, helping him plan, but watching his sister charge at him like a demon, one counter seemed appropriate, making him setup for it.
Though Blackrose fought him many times before, always shocked at the warrior’s speed and sense in battle, watching him in this fight amazed the vampire cat, having her ponder something she had never entertained in her past. To her, emotions such as love had no meaning, a fact Alucard, her Sire made sure of, chilling her unbeating heart with hate. Now, though not willing to be completely tamed, she didn’t rule out the idea of love, and from what she saw in Dante, maybe he could be her mate, a thought making her good side expel her darkness more.
As Shara ran toward her brother, her mask of sanity began chipping after seeing the stance he was in, having the thought, “That has never worked for him!” bang through her unstable mind, making her unleash a sidekick, which Dante blocked by lifting his leg. When the woman saw her kick being blocked, “How did he do that?” flooded in, chipping more of the mask away and letting anger grow. True, their mother taught them the same technique, Dante wasn’t much good blocking in that stance, something the woman admitted, causing her to throw the kick again. And again, the man blocked it, but threw out his own kick to her ribs, driving Shara back.
“What you don’t realize, sis is after you left to be with Bernith, I knew you would come for mother’s treasures, so I asked her to help me work on my techniques.” Dante said with passion. After he said that, something started snapping within the Izurian, shifting his mood from his light hearted way to all business, getting him ready to show Shara he wasn’t a kid anymore. Shooting a cold stare her way, it wasn’t lost on the man that he could use Cerberus, the Guardian Spirit which he fought against in Dracula’s castle and joined with the warrior, but no, every fiber of Dante’s being demanded he fight her one on one. having the man cast that thought aside.
Though not sure if it was anything malicious or not, the vampire woman saw a change in the human, having her study Dante intently. Sure, every part of Blackrose told her Dante fought her with all he had before, having her debate using her full power, but for some reason she could place, he seemed different. To her, it was as if a demon got control of the man yet if it had, she admitted she would have sensed it, causing, “What happen to you?” to be heard in a mutter.
Looking at her brother’s eyes, Shara saw that she hit a nerve with him, having her lick her lips while ways for her to end him began coming to the woman, like wild horses. Taking off towards him, as if a hell beast was at her heels, she knew what move she would open with, causing the young woman turn her body before she struck, trying to build momentum, but to her surprise, Dante sidestepped to the right, caught her back fist and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks to her body, ending with him catching her arm in an armlock, flipping her. While recovering from her brother’s combination, trying to look as though his flurry didn’t phase her, something Shara had trouble doing, especially since the numbness in her arm from his arm lock made her arm feel on fire, she couldn’t believe Dante did that, better yet, executed that flurry so well, making a mix of anger and shock come over the woman.
Watching the battle between the two, Blackrose couldn’t deny feeling impressed how this human male handled himself, having a slight smile mold itself to her face. To her, it seemed like something had control of Dante, having him fight like a demon, but everything told her different, letting more thoughts of taking him as a mate seep in. Sure, pieces of the vampire cat questioned whether or not she was allowed to love, due to her past deeds, a past Blackrose knew she would undoubtedly answer for one day, making a cloud surround her, bringing her down. And yet, Blackrose still couldn’t deny feelings her darkness didn’t let her feel, having the cat watch Dante more, but what she didn’t know, a part of him loved her as well.
Eyeing her brother, the fire of what could be hate began burning within Shara, consuming the last of her sanity, having her draw her short sword. Twirling it, switching the grip in an effort to confuse her sibling, a lot of ways she could kill him started hitting her at once, having the woman laugh an unhinged way. She had to admit, fighting Dante made her blood pump like the old days, a fact Shara didn’t hide, but now, the fun had to end, causing her to run at Dante, yelling like she was insane.
As she ran towards him, Dante didn’t need to guess her plan, she wanted to end this, having him try working out a defense in his head, but out of every technique their mother taught them, nothing came to mind that seemed good enough. Oh, he could dodge her sword, especially now, that much he admitted, but attacking without a weapon wasn’t a task he would call easy, something Dante joked about in training, but it was no time for joking around. After debating all paths through this fight more than once, using the Kahimoto sword seemed like the only way, an option leaving a bad taste in the man’s mouth.
Seeing the man she might have feelings for struggling with something when his sister had his death on her mind made questions fly like bats in Blackrose’s mind, making her want to intervene, but some force she couldn’t explain came over the vampire cat, stopping her. “Why don’t you use your sword?” came out on the cat’s mouth in a mumble as she ground her fangs in what could be anger at whatever held power over her. Anytime when she fought him, though she was trying to kill him, Blackrose couldn’t believe how impressive Dante was with the sword, a feat she wouldn’t show. And yet, now it seemed like the man didn’t wish to use the blade, as if something was off with it, causing the vampire to think back.
Running towards her twin, Shara couldn’t keep the insane smirk from her face, seeing him not react. Sure, “Is he waiting for the last second to defend himself?” went through the woman’s insane mind half concerned, but all Shara cared for was his blood bathing her sword. She knew Dante wasn’t good at defending against a blade empty handed, even though their mother, Yoruichi trained them too, an admittance having the mask of sanity shatter completely, exposing her true self. And yet, nobody, not even she saw him kneel and draw the Kahimoto sword halfway from its sheathe, blocking her sword.
When Dante did, the clash of steel made a uneasy noise, having, “Please hold together, old friend.” fall from the man’s lips in a plea. As he drew it completely, driving Shara back, the Izurian warrior knew the sword wasn’t near what their mother forged, a fact making his heart sink, but he had no choice now. Resetting his stance, his eyes fixed themselves on her, trying to read her, but the man couldn’t get the fact that the sword may break, something Dante wouldn’t live with. Yet, even though the fear had him almost by the throat, choking him, Dante needed to put it aside and focus, causing him to twirl the sword.
As Blackrose saw the blade being out, a slight feeling of relief came over her, but looking at the sword, in a way, it didn’t look right. Of course she was no expert on human weapons, a fact the vampire admitted freely, but when she fought the man, she felt his sword’s force, a spirit fighting alongside Dante. But now, to her, the force felt fractured, like something happen to the sword, having Blackrose study Dante and his blade closely.
When Shara saw her brother holding the Kahimoto sword, the hatred grew even more, causing her to shoot a look that could kill a beast his way. Though she would never admit it, every time she watched him train with the blade, to her, it felt like their mother turned away from her, favoring Dante, making Shara hate him. As she set her stance, the woman’s insanity made her an open book, but in her mind, it was time for her brother’s death, and oh, she couldn’t keep the images of his crimson on her sword from running freely in her mind, having Shara launch after him.
Every part of the man could be heard screaming in his ear, telling Dante the Kahimoto wouldn’t withstand a full on beating if Shara pressed her attack, a fact that wasn’t lost on the Izurian warrior. Yet, “What option do I have?” went through the man’s head like wind, but all it did was invite sorrow in, making Dante feel worse. Sure, he knew what might happen if he used the weapon, an outcome that would make him feel like he dishonored the memory of their mother, Yoruichi, something ripping him apart inside. As he set his stance, preparing to launch after Shara, “I’m sorry.” passed his lips in a mutter, hoping the sword would forgive him if the outcome came to pass, then he ran to meet his sibling
Watching the man she once fought for fun, Blackrose could tell the sword’s well being weighed on his mind, especially from the silent words he said before meeting his sister, having, “Could this mortal sense the force as well?” to go around the vampire cat’s mind, peaking her interest in him more. Though not sure Dante knew of such a thing, but clearly a bond between the warrior and his blade was there, having a half smile appear on Blackrose’s face. While doing so, “What are you doing, kill him!” could be heard in her ear, an order getting weaker with every passing moment. Oh, Blackrose knew these new feelings would be a hard journey to go on, facts that she admitted, given her past and need for blood, but somehow she would find her way.
As brother and sister crossed swords, both began trying to gain the upper hand right away, having them keep up with the other. While trying to outdo her brother, the woman started seeing her twin flinch when their blades met, causing Shara to wonder what could be wrong. Sure, she didn’t really care, but if the sword was weakened, it could be broken, giving her an opening to kill him, a thought making Shara attack harder. Breaking Dante’s sword, a symbol, at least in her mind proving their mother cared for him more than her gave the woman pleasure, driving her to get even more violent.
With every clash, parry and blocked thrust, Dante saw cracks forming on the blade, letting his sorrow grow. And yet, he dare not let it show and let his sister see, because if she saw a hint of weakness, she would win. Parting to reset his stance and his emotions, the warrior knew this last move would decide his fate, but more so, it might be the Kahimoto sword’s end, a fact he would need to deal with. Giving a sigh of what could be regret, Dante twirled the weapon, and watched Shara, like a tiger watched its meal.
Pressing her attack, Shara couldn’t keep her insanity in check, making the woman cackle with each blow, which her brother blocked until the sword shattered, leaving half of the blade, guard and handle. Seeing her twin hold the broken weapon, a twisted sense of accomplishment came over her, having her switch her grip on her short sword, driving it downward toward his head. At the last second, the woman felt her arm stop moving mid attack, causing her eyes to widen as shock set in. “When did you…” trickled from Shara’s mouth in a disbelieving tone while feeling Dante’s grip tightening around her wrist, ready to snap it.
What Blackrose saw surprised even her, having the vampire try to put together the last few minutes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t. Yet again, this human male moved as if he was one of the undead, which made a chill of excitement shoot up her spine. For the life of her, Blackrose didn’t see or hear the sword drop, having the cat ask the same question, but even she didn’t expect Dante’s next move.
While holding his sister’s wrist, the man could hear their mother’s last words, not to let anger rule him, echoing in his ear, an emotion he found hard to fight now. He knew why Shara caused their mother’s gift to him to shatter, making, “You know, dear sister. As we fought, I wanted to spare you, but after you caused her heirloom to break, I can see now that you will never understand! Thus, you have brought this on yourself!” As he said that last word, something snapped within him, having Dante break Shara’s wrist, causing her to drop her sword while screaming in pain, but as she did, the man pulled her towards him and drove his elbow into her neck, cutting off her airflow.
Staggering backwards, coughing, desperately trying to get air, she couldn’t believe Dante had it in him, having what could be a little fear knocking on the door of the woman’s mind, though Shara would never show it. Thinking back to their days in training, she would always have some backhanded remark about him not being willing to step up and do what needed to be done in sparring matches, something the young woman admitted was a ploy to motivate her brother. And yet, even with the sting of what Dante did growing with every labored breath, Shara still had trouble believing he did that, having, “Is this really my twin?” come front and center, but before she knew it, she saw Dante pass her, holding something.
Turning to look at his sister, seeing the slit on her neck begin to form, making her blood squirt out, the Izurian couldn’t keep his emotions dammed behind the wall he built any longer, having Dante catch her before her body hit the floor. As the man watched her life flickering like a candle about to go out,tears began to form in the warrior’s eyes while, “I didn’t want this end, Shara!” came flooding out in a sobbing tone. Dante didn’t deny he had no other choice but to end her, or perhaps the anger he felt at the time told him that. And yet, now, holding his dying twin, he wished he could have saved her from this fate, making Dante cry harder.
As Blackrose watched her alley, soon to be mate, whatever was left of the hold the vampire’s darkness had on her melted. After it released her, something other than blood lust, an emotion completely alien to the vampire started taking root, making Blackrose not move as low demonic growl passed her lips. “Go to him!” an unknown voice started saying by her ear, prompting her to do just that, but couldn’t deny wondering what she would do, letting fright in.
While going to Dante, it didn’t need to be said that fear of having the darkness take control and kill the man she might love had visited the vampire, it was on her face. No, the thought, “I wouldn’t know how to help him through this, that part of me hadn’t been felt in many years.” crossing the cat’s mind could’ve been the real reason behind Blackrose’s fear. Drawing closer, perhaps the feeling that she wasn’t to familiar with or the peace she felt made it happen, but images of just holding him rushed in the vampire’s head, helping her. Before coming to Dante, Blackrose came across the human’s broken sword and looked down at it, noticing it still had a piece of the Spirit Force attached, letting the cat wonder if the weapon could be restored, if given to the right sword maker.
As she picked the Kahimoto up, memories of the past started flowing in front of Blackrose’s eyes, memories of a time before Alucard, her Sire totally made her embrace her darkness. While they flashed, weaving a complete picture, the vampire cat saw Fujiko, a blonde haired, light brown furred cat woman she than named as a friend, making the blade she now used to murder, having a weight of sorrow come over her. Blackrose knew all to well Fujiko may not help her reforge the human’s sword, especially not after the vampire tried killing her, a right the sword master had, the vampire admitted, making a sigh cross her lips. True, she knew Alucard influenced the attack, a deed he would answer for someday, but for now, Blackrose needed to wait and try to convince her former friend to aid her, having the vampire cat put Dante’s broken sword in her belt.
Still cradling his sister’s dead body as he cried, Dante didn’t need his warrior’s senses, he knew Blackrose was behind him, having the man try to silence his sobbing. There wasn’t any doubt about the way he felt, making the man want death over this pain, leading the Izurian to say, “You wanted to kill me, please make it quick.” in a teary tone while leaning to the side, exposing his neck to the undead cat woman. Knowing Blackrose might be in need of blood ensured a fast end, having the grieving man hope she would take his life. Oh, Dante couldn’t deny hearing the echoes of his friend, Queen Chanista and their mother in his ear, telling him that giving up his life in this way had no honor, but he just didn’t care anymore.
In the beginning, Blackrose admitted she would have jumped on him and took his life without hesitation, but now, though she swore she wouldn’t be completely tamed, the cat put her arms around him. True, she felt the tug of her nature, telling the vampire she needed to feed, an instinct Blackrose would’ve killed anyone to drain them, no matter if it was a man, woman or child, an omission giving Blackrose chills. Even though she felt her hunger on the doorstep, knocking on the door wanting in, something about the thirst felt not as bad as it was, almost as if something changed, leading the vampire to believe her darkness had influenced that as well.
Having Blackrose wrap her arms around him didn’t sit to well with Dante, having, “What the hell? I offer my life, but she does this?” ripping through the man’s mind, getting him to a point he almost blurted something out he knew the vampire would kill him over. Yet, perhaps his mother,Yoruichi reached from the other world, or something else happened, but a chill came over him, calming him. Though settling down, the warrior couldn’t shake the feeling the cat had some plot in store for him, making Dante lookup at her.
As the man did, everything that he wanted to say to the cat vampire hit him, swirling around like a storm, but something he couldn’t explain started to happen, having the warrior hold his tongue and just watch. He admitted that he saw some odd things while in Daltauria, occurrences from curses being broken, the Guardian Spirit Cerberus to vampires, having Dante wonder, “What next?”, but nothing could have prepare him for what he began seeing. Though unsure how, to him, Blackrose’s fur almost seemed to have be lightening up, becoming a lighter shade of brown, making, “What is happening to her?” to come from the Izurian’s mouth in shock.
Blackrose didn’t need to guess her companion seemed thrown by her change, she was as well, having a sigh exit her lips before, “I guess when my darkness lost influence over me, my fur started reverting to how I looked before Alucard made me hate. BUT I will not be totally tamed.” fell from her lips while looking at the man. She knew she could’ve worded that better, a fact having the vampire wonder if the part she lost caused her to tell him that, making a chill climb Blackrose’s spine. Staring at Dante, it wasn’t lost on the cat that her sword might have been where her darkness went, and it definitely could infect her again, but she knew she needed to feed too, having, “You need to heal your mind Dante, stay here, I need to take care of things.” leave Blackrose’s mouth in a semi caring tone, though she shuddered hearing herself.
Hearing the vampire, one of many people who want him dead speak that way threw him, making the warrior want to say something against her, but every part of the man told him not to make her mad, a warning causing him to nod. “I do need to heal mentally alright.” banged in his head, making Dante agree to stay and come to grips with what he had to do, but in a way, the warrior wanted the vampire to kill him. After watching Blackrose fade into the shadows, going to do whatever she needed, it hit him that it looked as if the Kahimoto sword, what was left of it was with her, begging the question, “What is she up too?” to revisit the man. Though not sure about her yet, Dante could have swore she took it to have it reforged, a feat he admitted Daltaurian smiths weren’t skilled enough for, having, “Does she know someone who could repair it?” enter the warrior’s mind
Thought on that matter needed to wait, a fact Dante admitted, coming to terms with killing his twin sister had to take top priority, driving the man to sit on his knees. Facing an image of their mother, Yoruichi, tradition began taking over, having the man bow, but perhaps what he did totally sunk in, because tears began falling like rain,making Dante’s cries fill the tomb while, “Mother, I know I said I’d send her to the underworld, but now…” fell from his lips between sobs. While he didn’t try denying the anger he felt when reading the scroll, notifying him of their mother’s killing and wanting to kill Shara, but in the final outcome, Dante really tried controlling that rage eating at him.
As the broken warrior bowed while crying, a feeling of warmth started coming over the man, wrapping around him like arms, as if their mother was with Dante, telling him she knew he tried seeking another path to the battle’s end, but couldn’t, a feeling ending the tears. Though true, the warrior did think of a path that didn’t call for Shara’s demise, parts of Dante felt as though he was in combat with another enemy that could be anger, an emotion so alien to him that many thoughts came up, but none stuck out more than, “What happen to me?”
While shadow stepping from tree to tree, Blackrose’s thoughts continued going over what she told the warrior that might be her mate, that she wouldn’t be tamed, something she admitted he may not wish to do. She didn’t need to guess that though her darkness left, spilling on the sword once to lift the undead curse, it made the cat words harsh, making her look at the sword and hope Fujiko, her friend may help her. Taking a moment to grab a pig to drain it, she started to hear her dark half in her ear, telling her Dante’s blood would taste sweeter, words trying to weaken the vampire, but as she drove her fangs into the animal’s neck, draining it, another voice, maybe her goodness spoke up, silencing the whispers.
After feeding, every part of the vampire cat could be heard urging her to get to Fujiko’s, something that wasn’t lost on her, driving Blackrose on. Once in a tree, overlooking her former friend’s place, ways to approach the cat blacksmith tried making their way into the vampire’s head, giving her a headache. Blackrose knew there wasn’t any possible way she could confront Fujiko like nothing happened, the vampire’s action all those years ago saw to that, leaving her out of options. As a sigh left her lips, and though she knew she may very well pay for the action, the direct approach seemed like the only option, having Blackrose jump from the tree and head for the sliding paper door, but as she got near, “Don’t move, my former FRIEND!!!” came from a light brown cat woman with bluish purple hair as she threw open the door, sword in hand.
While looking at each other, no one could deny the raw hatred Fujiko had for the vampire, her howl said volumes, having her twirl her sword as she exited the house. As the blacksmith gazed into Blackrose’s eyes, trying to see what her scheme might be, images of the battle with the vampire started to revisit her, putting the light brown furred woman on more of an edge. Oh, Fujiko couldn’t deny seeing something, a look that maybe a glimmer of good in the vampire’s eye, but for all she knew, it could be a ploy. “Come to try to kill me again?” broke away from Fujiko’s mouth in anger while burning a hole through the one she tried helping, but fought years earlier.
Standing there, Blackrose had little doubt that if she wanted to, and had her darkness calling the shots, her former friend would be dead, a fact she knew and admitted. The vampire wanted, no, needed the blacksmith’s help, but, “How do I ask her when she has the right to kill me?” went through the vampire cat’s mind more times than she wished, trying to shake an answer loose, until her good side spoke, giving Blackrose a possible answer, one Blackrose didn’t think Fujiko would believe, hell she had a hard enough time believing it. As the vampire braced herself, a sigh left the vampire before, “You have every right to want me dead Fujiko, but believe it or not, my last mark helped me shed the dark side of my nature.” spilled out.
As Fujiko heard that, ‘Dropping! You probably killed the guy and are lying about him helping you out!” sprang to mind, fanning the anger. Still, as the cat looked into her former friend’s face, though small, she couldn’t shake a feeling that started growing within her, letting, “Okay, let us say I believe you! What the hell makes you think I’ll forge you a new sword to lift the curse?!” To her, she spoke the truth, remembering the first time she forged the one Blackrose had, only to have it tainted with darkness, the blacksmith wasn’t about to make one more, a fact Fujiko stood by.
True, the vampire admitted that she knew her former friend wouldn’t do one for her, a fact she came to before coming there. “You’re right, I’ll fight with my bare claws if I must, but the sword I need reforged is this one.” Blackrose pulled the shattered Kahimoto from her belt as, “The man who helped me, his sister broke the weapon while fighting him in their mother’s tomb. Since you studied metal working in that land, I figured you could remake it.” left her mouth calmly while tossing it to the blacksmith. Blackrose wasn’t sure if Fujiko would do the task or turn and kill her, but at least she wasn’t dead yet, having what might be relief come over her.
Once the feline blacksmith caught the sword, her keen eyes spotted why the blade failed, having, “Whoever did the repair on you should be ashamed of being a smith.” pop into her head as she felt the sword. While looking at the weapon, Fujiko knew she had seen the weapon before, as if it jarred a memory, making, “I can remake this, but…” leak from her mouth in confidence. It wasn’t a question of if she could, the cat knew she could, but the question was the sword’s force staying attached to the new blade. She knew that the Izurian people blessed their blades by making a pact with warrior spirits, allowing them to fight alongside the living, but seeing that the sword was shattered, she didn’t know if the spirit would stay.
Listening and studying the blacksmith, the vampire cat could tell she was the right person for the task, but that but had questions start to fly in her head. Even as a mortal feline, whenever people used the word but it made her almost want to shake them, now as a vampire, if someone used that word, their life would be over. As a sigh crossed Blackrose’s lips, she could feel the need to grab Fujiko and rip her heart out, but perhaps being interested in Dante or having a second chance had something to do with it because the feeling vanished, letting, “What’s the problem, you can do it, can’t you?” come out calmly, trying not to sound angry.
Meeting her eyes with her former friend’s, it would take awhile to explain, making, “It is almost dawn, come inside, wouldn’t want you ash, IF you have found a mate. However, your sword goes into the purifying salt pool, I don’t want that thing on you in my presence.” leave the smith’s mouth as she tossed Blackrose a towel to guard her hands from the evil. Once Fujiko ensured the vampire’s blade was in the liquid, she motioned to follow her, though why she was allowing the vampire cat, the one who betrayed her could be heard in her ear. As the two went into the dwelling, the light brown furred blacksmith pulled the shades and started explaining the issue.
Things having to do with blessings and fate always unnerved her, a fact Blackrose never hid, but in this case, she understood. Though she didn’t care too much for blessings and the like, even when she was a normal cat woman, something hit her, giving the vampire an idea. Sure, the cat knew Dante’s sword would cease being a normal weapon and become part demonic if she fused some of her power with the spirit, but Blackrose saw no other options open, making, “Well, what if I impart a little of my power to the entity?” to pass her lips while crossing her arms.
Pouring some moon lily tea, Fujiko admitted the vampire’s idea had merit, but the new entity would make the sword feel off to the man, at least until he had time to understand the new spirit. Yet, perhaps the issues between her and Blackrose prompted it, but the light brown cat began howling before, “How do I know the infused entity won’t turn on him?” dropped from the smith’s mouth semi angrily. While true, Fujiko knew of the Kahimoto sword and who forged it, something she didn’t wish to tell, what she didn’t know was how much of the old spirit was left and could it help sway the demonic nature to help the man, making her worry.
Feeling the sting of her former friend’s words made Blackrose start grinding her fangs in what could be a little anger, having the vampire ready to snap, but she knew the blacksmith posed a valid point. This would be uncharted territory for her, the vampire had no motive to do anything like this before, a fact Blackrose admitted. Sitting there in silence, the vampire began hearing a voice, a voice she didn’t quite know, but knew it wasn’t her darkness speaking. As Blackrose’s mind filled with questions on who or what was trying to speak to her, something made Blackrose glance over at Dante’s weapon, noticing it trying to glow, as if it wanted a say.
No human weapon that she encountered before reacted the way it did, making her go to it and pick it up. As she held the Kahimoto, a strange aura started surrounding her, letting the voice come in louder, saying, “I know my counterpart, he can learn to adjust to what you purpose. I will stay and blend with the power you give.” With that, the aura began fading, giving Blackrose time to process what just occurred, making the vampire take a step back. She felt aura before, her own blade had it, but that was tainted by years of dark deeds, having it sting, but though Dante’s sword must’ve seen blood before, the force bound to the weapon felt like nothing she had ever known.
Though Fujiko saw what went on, many question could be heard, but, “The spirit spoke to you didn’t it?” came out before sipping her tea. Things like that never threw her, after all, she forged the sword she uses while in Izura, and had it blessed there as well, so she wasn’t surprised. What threw her though how the entity spoke to the vampire. Normally if a person has any dark part in their soul, a spirit being would just refuse that person, leaving the weapon void, but seeing the vampire surrounded by that light made, “Could it sense the good intentions in her?” It couldn’t be denied Fujiko started seeing Blackrose differently, thought a small part of her still had defenses up, and probably will for a time, but this opened her eyes a bit, making, “I’ll start gathering the steel and begin to sketch the new blade, tonight when you wake, we can begin.” come from the blacksmith in somewhat kinder tone.
Perhaps still in shock over what happened not minutes earlier, all the vampire answered with was a nod before going into a darkened room to sleep for the day. As she shut her eyes, thoughts about what she heard started flooding through Blackrose’s head, calling her to question if Dante willed that to happen. “No, how could he?” countered the thought. To her, the man might be an amazing warrior, a little bit of a trickster and the only man that proved himself worthy to be her mate, a idea still new to her, but he was no wizard, leading the cat to believe his weapon’s force spoke to her of its own will.
As she slept, she couldn’t deny hearing screams of anguish from her darkness, cursing her and telling the vampire Dante WILL die, words making Blackrose growl in her sleep. Every fiber of her undead being told her that nothing escaped from Fujiko’s salt pool, a fact the blacksmith told the vampire herself, but the cat couldn’t shake a feeling, a feeling chilling her and making her toss. There was little doubt Dante fought her like hell fire when her darkness controlled her, a feat that would always amaze her, but if it were to somehow escape, take shape and attack him, Dante wouldn’t have a chance.
In her study, the blacksmith looked at the sword, studying it as she drew sketches of the new blade. Though it had been years ago, the images of the sword and Yoruichi, her friend and the one who passed weapon making down to her, having Fujiko want to reforge the Kahimoto exactly as she remembered for her teacher’s son. As she let her brush work, guided by her memories, it still amazed the smith that the sword’s force spoke to Blackrose, letting, “She has changed for the better. “slide into her head, though she wouldn’t say it to the vampire.
Pausing to look at the drawing and the shattered weapon, it always amazed her how much detail she could recall, even from a sword she hadn’t seen for awhile, Every blade she made had that effect, she admitted that much, but in a way, Fujiko felt honored to be remaking the Izurian weapon, a weapon she witnessed being born. Getting the forge fire ready and adding air to it, making it hot like her former teacher told her blades from that land needed to be tempered at. While prepping the flame, it wasn’t lost on the cat blacksmith that the sword blade or the entire sword itself may change once Blackrose infused the spirit, an idea she still worried about.
When dusk fell, the vampire cat’s eyes shot open, but rather than roaring, she stretched, which she found odd, considering the words her evil said. Blackrose could feel something, call it a need or whatever, pushing her to check the purifying pool, a task she’d attend to in time, but she knew Dante’s sword had to be priority, rousing her from the bedroll. Looking over, finding blood in a tea cup, she didn’t need to guess her former friend placed it there for her, one gesture making, “At least I don’t need to hunt tonight.” cross her lips. She wouldn’t say the thrill was dead, it would be apart of her forever, but now, with her darkness shed, Blackrose could control it, or hope too.
Exiting the room, everything gave Blackrose the impression Fujiko must’ve worked through the day, having, “ Even after all these years, she hardly sleeps once she gets a contract.” to fly like a bat through the vampire’s mind, causing what maybe a warm grin to etch itself onto her face. Blackrose knew the smith slept a little the said that, but also seeing the materials, it gave signs Fujiko only rested a few hours at the most. Oh, in the past, she knew her former friends never slept once she got commissioned to do a weapon, a feat that chilled the then mortal cat woman, but now older, though Fujiko aged slower, “Is she still mentally as sharp doing that?” went through Blackrose’s mind.
Seeing the vampire’s face, it didn’t need a guess at her question, prompting, “I worked the morning, slept all afternoon. I may age slower, but one can’t do all nighters forever, can they?” through the smith’s lips in a half joking, half serious way. Looking at the vampire in the eye, something told her she had something on her mind, having, “Did she feel it too earlier?” to echo in Fujiko’s ear, a question causing, “We should start doing this, because something doesn’t feel right.” to fall from the light brown furred cat’s mouth. Though she never told anyone, not even Blackrose, Fujiko had a sense, call it a sixth sense, making her more attuned to the effects of demonic aura and the damage they can have on nature, hence the reason for the purifying salt pool.
If anyone said that to her in the past, Blackrose would’ve killed them without even thinking too much about it, one thought she stood by, but there was a tone in the smith’s voice that wiped that from the vampire’s mind. As she went over to the broken sword, the cat knew what spell she’d cast to help keep whatever was left of the spirit from vanishing, having, “I just hope my power won’t harm Dante.” pass her lips, inviting a little worry in. She knew the spell she would use to let the Kahimoto’s spirit in then transfer it to the new blade, infusing it with some of her power, the worry stemmed from this being uncharted for her.
Letting a sigh fall from her mouth, hoping the spirit truly knew the man she now cared for, the vampire cat started chanting words to summon the aura to cast the spell. As she chanted, a red colored ray of light started forming around Blackrose’s right hand, prompting the vampire to put her hand on the broken blade, catching the spirit. Watching Fujiko shape the new blade and carefully remove the old piece, plans for phase two of the infusion started being reviewed in the vampire cat’s mind, making her think carefully. She admitted to herself his sword’s steel may darken, that much Blackrose told herself, but would the whole sword take a new form, one her new mate wouldn’t recognize was the question on her mind, having the worry grow.
As the smith finished the new blade and placed it into the handle, ensuring the balance was good and attached the guard, securing everything with the pegs, she watched the vampire put the Kahimoto’s spirit into the blade, something Fujiko did keenly. It went without saying she had her doubts about this plan, the smith’s face and posture said everything. Yet, maybe the side that opened her eyes, letting her see the good in the vampire began taking hold as a way of saying, “Have faith.”, words letting calm start to wrap around her.