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CHAPTER VI: THE NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE
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!
Having this crimson furred double of Blackrose staring at them, preening it’s arm fur so carefully put the vampire cat and Fujiko beside themselves, making the two on edge, but Blackrose more so. She didn’t need to guess what this entity was or what it wanted to do, the look in her double’s eye told her as much, forcing a cat like demonic howl from her as, “I won’t let you harm him!” fell from her lips while she got on all fours, running and jumping to attack this copy, but it caught her arm. While there seemingly trapped, it wasn’t lost on Blackrose that she could get free, she knew she could get away by shadow stepping, that wasn’t her plan. No, her plan was to study this copy and find out what her senses told her were true, which prompted Blackrose to roar as she threw a dark energy spire in the crimson cat’s face and jumped away.
Watching the vampire cat she once spurred as a friend fight this counterpart with her full power, Fujiko could see the change in Blackrose from centuries ago. True, though one of the undead and fighting with her full power at her disposal, being in love with a man who brought this out in her amazed the feline blacksmith, letting, “Suzu, my teacher’s son, Xavior warmed Blackrose’s heart?” work through her mind as a smile formed. After the vampire cat finished her flurry, an attack that did nothing and saw her land on all fours, it became apparent this evil entity wasn’t anything that would be taken down by “normal” means, having Fujiko step forward with her friend.
As it licked it’s fur, the vampire’s counterpart saw the two approach, allowing it to get a smugness about it. While staring at the felines, trying to debate whether to battle them here or attack the one weakness the one who cast her aside for first, an idea filling the crimson furred cat with perverse bliss. There was no doubt Blackrose’s evil enjoyed the image of Xavior, the man who she herself was hired to kill, but let love for him change her, an idea giving the entity a headache. Something about seeing the human’s blood on her claws and sword excited, the double, as if it got stronger, prompting, “I’m going to go after him myself and do what you couldn’t, no wouldn’t, kill him!” out of its mouth in a much more darker tone than the one who shed it before disappearing into a red mist.
Hoping to get to the entity before her counterpart dissolved, Blackrose roared, summoning an energy spire to her hand and threw it, missing her dark double by seconds. She didn’t need to guess her evil meant Xavior, letting, “Fujiko, stay and see what his sword might do, I’m going after my twin!” fall from the feline vampire’s lips in anger, anger at herself because she let Alucard, her Sire influence her darkness through the generations, causing this embodiment to exist. While a shadow overtook her into it, Blackrose took to the night, jumping from tree to tree like a cat would, off to the one place she knew this entity would be, the tomb of Xavior’s mother, having the feline shadow step faster.
As she watched the vampire vanish, the blacksmith had a lot of things going through her mind, driving her to sit on all fours and scratch her fur. Once done, she sheathed her blade, walking into her forge, in front of the cocooned Kahimoto while, “How will I know when it’s ready?” came out of her mouth, but what really worried the woman was the fact that she didn’t know if the newly infused sword spirit would help or hurt Xavior, and that alone made her light brown fur stand up. Oh, Fujiko would train with her master’s son so he could get use to the now half demonic blade and the weight it now most likely had, it went without saying, she didn’t know how the sword’s spirit force might act towards him.
As Xavior sat cross legged deep in thought, attempting to come to grips with killing his own sister, an act the man felt off about, something, perhaps a heaviness or the way shadows played on the tomb walls made Blackrose’s mate slowly stand. Scanning the area with his eyes, it couldn’t be denied he knew when the cat vampire was around, though he was still trying to get his head around Blackrose becoming good, but this felt much much more darker, having Xavior go for his sword, just remembering it wasn’t there, triggering an, “Ah shit…” from his lips while getting into his fighting stance. Every part of him could be heard telling the man this had risk written all over it, he knew this, yet, Xavior had no choice, other than Cerberus, the Guardian Spirit from Dracula’s castle, which, if needed, he’d use.
Still looking at the wall at the far end of his mother’s resting place, a figure of a feline started forming on it, making the question, “Is she back already?” come to the front of the warrior’s mind, but when he saw what stepped out of the shadow, he knew this battle just might be one he may not be one he would walk away from. “Woah, love the blood red hair and fur ya have going on! What are you, cause I know who you look like, but you aren’t her!” came out sternly as he looked in its eye, watching for any hint of an attack plan. Keeping an eye on the entity, something his mother Suzu said about evil began ringing in the Izurian warrior’s ear, something about some evil being so full of hate for something or someone, it splits off from the host and tracks the person itself, making Xavior chilly with what maybe fear.
“You are correct human, I’m the evil side of that weak kitten of yours, the side she tossed aside. You can call me Bloodrose! I’ll do what Blackrose’s too weak to do, kill you!” spilled from the double’s mouth so easily as it found joy knowing the man could die by her hand, driving it to attack. Using otherworldly speed, no doubt shared with the vampire it called a kitten, the counterpart went after the man, but though smirking, knowing a couple blows were landing, shock couldn’t keep away from Bloodrose’s face when it saw Xavior block one or two, making the entity madder. Pressing the attack, it knew how to injury the warrior, a way to mark him with a brand, prompting the vampire’s twin to use it’s paw and claw the man, leaving claw marks under Xavior’s left eye, causing a scream of great pain to explode from his mouth. Hearing the man screams and seeing him hold a hand over the area made the evil entity lick its claws happily before going in for the kill.
Feeling the sting of this thing’s mark and the blows before hand didn’t sit to well with Xavior, or maybe that was an understatement, but all he knew was the pain. “I need to call Cerberus…” shot across his mind, working through every corner of it, but could he chant the words in this condition came to mind as well, letting doubt come in. There wasn’t any debate of any kind, he knew he had to do something, and perhaps his mother’s spirit came beside the warrior, silencing the pain, having, “Oh great demon of the underworld, guardian of the gate, hear the plea of your servant. Come up from hell and help fight this foe and drag it down to be your plaything!” flood from Xavior’s lips like water while his right arm began bleeding where the dog demon marked him. Though this would be the first time summoning it, the Izurian didn’t deny a slight feeling if what might be fear coming into play, holding him a bit, but he slammed his hand on the ground, letting the blood flow, forming a pentagram.