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(Xavior as a vampire)
Broken Savior: A Star Cross Love, Sailor Moon Crossover
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Some months after having to put his wife Blackrose, the feline vampire he loved into the crimson coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, their two daughters, Asuka and Kasha taken places to be safe, not to mention the kingdom they both built back up after killing Queen Chanista’s son being ripped away from him, everyone of his remaining loyal guards knew how Xavior felt. It went without a word that the soldiers could see he hurt over Blackrose almost losing her life due to summoning her dark guardian spirit, Shadow Stalker to fight a corrupt mage, a man who took over the kingdom, they felt the sting as well, but no one could see it better than Fujiko, the friend of Blackrose asked by her to watch his back. Every night when he’d go up to the peak that was in the kingdom, she would be below him sitting on all fours, preening her claws while the thought, “Has he drank blood at all today?” entered her mind, making the feline ask him.
She knew Xavior’s answer already, even before the question left her tongue, an answer having the feline get in his face and peer into his eyes. Fujiko had great respect for the man, before and after Blackrose turned him, that didn’t go without saying, but after everything, she seen Xavior go without blood for a few days, a prospect that could be dangerous for everyone. “Have you really drank blood, because you know what may happen if you don’t. You’ll weaken, attack others, or both!” left the cat woman’s lips as she gave off a low feline howl of anger
Listening to her howling, it went without saying what she’d do if he answered with a no, but truthfully though, after his wife going into hibernation and feeling his vampire nature’s grip on him, making the warrior go out of control that one time while protecting Asuka scared him. Sure, Xavior wasn’t a fool, he drank a little blood, but just enough to keep his nature at bay, having, “I’ve had some today, don’t worry Fujiko.” escape his mouth as the two looked at the other. Little did Xavior and his friend realize soon both would be transported to a land, a place that would have them aid a queen and force him to confront his nature head on.
Though she believed him, something in his eyes told her he needed to be watched, like she could tell a piece of Xavior wasn’t right, though the cat couldn’t point out what made her think that. Walking back, that same feeling pressed her, causing, “Did he lie to me?” to bleed into her mind and hit every corner, having debate reign over the issue. No, Fujiko knew Xavior might not be drinking a lot of blood, but she knew he wasn’t lying to her, letting a sigh pass her lips while the two walked. And yet, she couldn’t shake feeling that a coming battle would leave him open due to Xavior not letting his nature feed.
Right before getting in camp, a feeling came over Blackrose’s husband, drawing him to look at the sky, but didn’t see anything. Though he couldn’t explain it, something felt odd, having Xavior put his hand on the Kahimoto sword’s handle, ready to draw while the other hand went before the feline, stopping her. Looking around, noting the sounds of the forest ceased, thoughts of an unknown attacker came into play, a thought making the warrior growl, but at that moment, light hit the two, enveloping them until they disappeared.
While inside it, both had no idea what was happening or who, if anyone caught them, making Xavior roar loudly, ready to rip anyone apart. As the light started fading, dropping the two warriors in the mysterious area, there was little doubt the level of tension they both felt, having Fujiko and Xavior draw their blades, ready for anything. Scanning the area, though not sure where the feeling came from, but the area felt alien, as if something or someone transported them to another land, getting the man angrier. Perhaps the cat woman’s look or knowing it wasn’t the time for this, Xavior cooled his head as, “This isn’t Ervere.” fell from his lips while looking around, trying to think about something.
Fujiko didn’t need to question his reasons for stating that, the stars and landscape alone told the cat her friend was correct, having, “Can you feel Cerberus?” fall from her lips in a concerned way while licking her fur on her arm. True, the feline was a warrior who didn’t have a guardian spirit, she read about and heard how the people with them have a bond with the creators, able to sense them in their minds, hoping Xavior felt the three headed dog demon, but how his face looked confirmed he couldn’t sense anything. Having that fact hit, the thought, “If we get in a battle here that’s too much for us, how will we far without Cerberus?” began crossing the cat woman’s mind while her ears twitched, making Fujiko look at Blackrose’s husband. It went unsaid that she knew Xavior wasn’t in the best condition for a battle blood wise, she already guessed that by seeing how little he took in, but what made worry mount her more was there seemed like nothing they could eat.
While true, he couldn’t sense the great demon, Xavior felt a need to try to summon Cerberus, driving, “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!” to cross his lips as his hand hit the ground. Every part of him knew the outcome to his effort, the warrior didn’t deny that, having, “What world is this?” run his mind, fueling his anger to want to find the person responsible for bringing them there. Yet, perhaps Blackrose’s spirit came by her mate and told him it wasn’t the time for this, quelling the fire inside him, letting Xavior think as he pointed to a castle in the distance as, “We may find answers there.” came out semi calmly.
Looking where he pointed, the feline blacksmith knew they had to look somewhere for a way home, making Fujiko nod and follow him. As she did, it couldn’t go unnoticed that the warrior seemed off, letting debate rage on asking Xavior how much blood he had today, but before she could, she saw him take a blood pack from a pouch he carried and drink a few sips, having her discard the question. Still, every part of the cat woman knew a couple sips wouldn’t be enough to see him through if, gods forbid they came under attack, prompting, “Sire, I know you’re afraid of drinking blood because of that incident, but you must drink more than a few sips. I mean if Blackrose…” out of the cat woman’s mouth, but once she realized she brought up her friend, his wife he had to put in the blood coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, a chill crossed her, stopping her mid sentence.
A low growl dropped from the vampire, attempting to tell her she was out of place, but every fiber of Xavior knew the blacksmith’s words were true, he knew if his wife would do more than scream at him if she saw him in the state he was in now. She’d send him to the underworld for the way he was now, an image giving the man chills. Yet, part of the warrior couldn’t shake what went on when his vampiric nature took over in Dracula’s castle, having Asuka, his young daughter scared of him, something Xavior regrets to this day.
Drawing closer to the mysterious palace, a feeling of eyes watching them began coming over them, driving their hands to their swords, ready to draw. While looking over the area, swords ready to be unsheathed, the two felt as if guards were surrounding them, putting both on edge, making Xavior’s anger refire. Giving Fujiko a nod, a mini signal, every part of the man knew he could use his nature’s senses to draw whoever or whatever out, having the warrior’s eyes turn red as a low growl dropped from his lips while turning to mist. While hunting, the thrill of which excited the vampire’s mate, a fact Xavior wouldn’t deny, the way his nature scratched and clawed at him, making him lose control like he did, leading him to the state he was in now.
Though momentary, the vampire caught himself thinking about things he couldn’t fix until he and his companion got back to Ervere, if that was possible, making Xavior shake his head to focus. As the vampire approached his prey silently like the dead of night, he noticed the man’s gaze looking into the distance, having Blackrose’s husband hold a moment to observe. “What are you staring at, human if not us?” Xavior asked in a mumble, a growl tailed that question as the immortal let his vampire nature out a little before noticing a queen and her envoy approaching, making him note the soldier unsheathing his weapon a bit.
While preening her arm fur a bit, Fujiko’s eyes locked onto the envoy as well, having her hide, but as she did, she too spotted another hidden man eyeing the group. Even in his mist form, the feline blacksmith could see Xavior moving towards something or someone on the opposite side of her, giving her all she needed to do the same. “He must feel as if the people coming might know how we can get home.” Fujiko said in a low mumble while slinking to her target, gaze still fixed on Xavior, watching him intently, waiting to see what he’d do, though she knew he would take action
While moving on his target, getting so close to the unsuspecting trash, the vampire could taste the terror the man might be in, fueling his nature, Blackrose’s mate couldn’t ignore the five or eight other men he could sense around them, driving Xavior to mentally signal the feline blacksmith and have her take a few down. Coming up to his prey, the vampire unsheathed the Kahimoto sword, carefully not making a sound and putting the cutting edge to the unsuspecting man’s throat as he asked, “Who are you and what are you planning?” in a semi demanding voice, letting pieces of his nature overlap in the question, hoping it might prompt the soldier to answer, but if not.
“Wouldn’t you like to know. The negaforce will conquer the moon kingdom!” the soldier replied with, cockiness in the way he said it, trying to goad a reaction from Xavior. He wasn’t about to tell the man who held the scales between life and death one damn thing, that was for sure, but something about this encounter chilled the soldier, what he didn’t know. Wanting to look behind him began pushing at the guy, more than his brashness would let on, having him start to turn, but as he did, all he saw was mist. Staring at it, nothing could describe the feeling the soldier had, having shock come over the man, sending his hand to his sword, slashing at the mist.
Having this mortal avoid the question was bad, but his action compounded the matter, letting Blackrose’s mate surround the poor fool and take his head. While letting the Kahimoto feed, Xavior felt his nature nudging at him, trying to get him to at least lick the blood that poured from the headless corpse, an urge met with a sip from a blood pouch. Like he explained to his companion, he wasn’t too thrilled with drinking from another since Asuka saw how out of control he was, but the reflection had to wait, the others from that man’s troop were attacking the envoy, prompting Xavior and Fujiko to action.
Getting on all fours, Fujiko didn’t need to guess, she knew to follow the man as he became a solid before striking one of the dark soldiers. Leaping into the air, the blacksmith unsheathed her blade, taking one’s arm and aiding a knight. Fujiko couldn’t know that a dark soldier started to come behind her, raising his blade, getting set to strike, but she turned, letting her blade meet his in a stalemate. “You think you have me?” the feline asked, a bit of strain in her voice, followed by a cat howl. Any normal swordsman might fail, she admitted, her senses and reflexes already had him where she wanted him, letting both of her feet get the man off balance, letting her flip him, adding a scar to his face, which probably might make him look better, she wasn’t an expert on that though.
When the fighting ended, the guards with the envoy looked at each other and their queen, wondering who these two were. It didn’t get past them that Xavior and the feline could be spies sent by queen Beryl, one fact having the prince of Earth approach the two. “I guess we should thank you, but in these times, we are very wary of people.” the young man said in a distasteful tone as he peered over them, like he was condemning both.
As Fujiko’s ears twitched, she stopped preening the blood off her claws before answering that with a remark, but before she could, her friend stopped her. One thing Xavior couldn’t stomach were false conclusions, dragons knew he heard his far share back home, causing him to sigh before saying, “Spies, really? If we didn’t come by, you might’ve lost your girlfriend there.” There were more things he wanted to say to that affect, but Blackrose could’ve been in his ear, controlling his temper because he quit.
Oh, the prince wanted to reply to this stranger’s remark and show how wrong the man was that Darien could feel the words on his tongue ready to come forward, it ate at the young man. “Prince, I think we need to give these two thanks, don’t you?” a woman said as she came up behind him with guards, a younger woman who could be her daughter, two cats and five women, maybe warriors. Though the older woman didn’t need to say it, all knew why she stopped the prince in his tracks, nothing needed to be said, having the woman look at Xavior and Fujiko intently, as if weighing their worth.
Being looked over in this way made a cold way climb both Fujiko and Xavior’s spine, making one want to speak, but they just stood there. By the look of this female, something told the vampire to kneel, which given the questions he had in his mind, kneeling was the last thing he would do. Again, his wife may have been by his side because Xavior took his helmet off and got on a knee, motioning his companion to do the same.
Even though the smith followed his silent command, Fujiko’s gaze never broke from the human who spoke disrespectfully to them minutes earlier. She knew that the prince, and it needed to be said that term for him made her want to cough a hairball up, might be a problem, getting her to make a mental note to watch the man closely. Sure, the blacksmith always had a rule to not resort to violence unless words couldn’t resolve conflicts, even then, she hated fighting, but she knew her friend and lord needed to be watched, and that human could become a thorn that she may need to remove.
As the older woman looked at the two, little was needed to tell her they weren’t from anywhere around the kingdom, and perhaps spies, like the prince thought. No, they couldn’t be, how they seemed to carry themselves, especially the man spoke volumes, having her nod, telling them to rise. After they stood and she looked at them, it didn’t take any time for the woman to deduce they had to be from a land far from the moon kingdom, a fact that would be a flag against the two, but how they seemed to be put her at ease in a sense.
“Thank you for your assistance against Queen Beryl’s soldiers, we are in your debt.” the elegantly dressed woman said kindly while looking at Xavior and Fujiko. Even though she knew it might seem odd or crazy, but the feeling that this man was a king came over her, telling her something before she added, “I’m Queen Serenity, ruler of the moon kingdom and this is my daughter Princess Serena, advisers Luna and Artemis, also these four are my daughter’s court.”
Sheathing the Kahimoto, a nudge told Xavior not to reveal himself to be a vampire, like he needed some force to make that obvious, having him debate his next course carefully. As much as he wanted to, or at least he felt his nature preparing words, Blackrose’s husband couldn’t just demand answers, tact was needed, an omission silencing that voice inside. Even though still unsure of what to reveal and what to leave out, Xavior had to speak, making the vampire extend a hand before he said, “I’m Xavior and this is my vassal and friend, Fujiko. We are from a kingdom far from here.” calmly and diplomatically, hoping what he said wasn’t too much.
Standing by him, the feline knew what her lord said was a half truth, something that could’ve come back to bite the two, but they couldn’t say more. As Fujiko went to shake the queen’s hand, she noted the prince’s cold look, backing up the need to keep an eye on him. The blacksmith had no idea if the man would cause trouble for her and her lord, that went without saying, but his blatant disrespect moments ago and now the way he looked said a lot had Fujiko’s fur standing up, making her want to howl at him, but she saw Xavior’s look, having the urge leave her.
Queen Serenity felt they had more to what the man told, but something, possibly the timing of their arrival had her push that aside, at least for the time being. It wasn’t known if she knew if Fujiko and Xavior could help in the fight with Queen Beryl, certainly she wouldn’t force them into it, but looking at the man, something in his eyes spoke to her. “Those knights you two fought served Queen Beryl, ruler of the Negaforce.” the woman said softly but firmly, looking at the two warriors with a bit of respect and thankfulness upon her face.
“Negaforce, Beryl?” Xavior asked himself, trying to wrap his head around all of this, failing at best. Okay, from what he could gather, the queen and the group standing before them were at war with this negaforce, only an idiot would miss that, but who or what brought the two there and why still escaped Blackrose’s mate, making Xavior want to ask, but something, probably curiosity had the vampire wait to hear more. In the years studying Kumarian, having the martial art show him there were ways to ends without using combat in some cases, but being a ruler, it was wise not to get answers by force, a fact Xavior knew Fujiko would agree with, making them follow the group.
As she walked beside her friend, the look the of the Earth prince still bothered her, having Fujiko want to lick or scratch herself. The smith knew Xavior picked up on it as well, he was staring at the human when the gaze was cast, but if this prince, and again, that word for him made her want to cough up a hairball, what problems could he cause was the pressing question, one that she’d love to get the answer too. People are always weary of others who show up and offer assistance in time of war, thinking the worst, a fact she witnessed time after time in her lifetime, so it could be possible this guy thinks that of them. Possible, and Fujiko hoped that was it, but that gaze had ice all over it, enough to warrant her blade if necessary.
Walking with the group, the two never missed the stares from guards and others in the group, making Xavior watch them closely. There were reasons they were being watched, some might have never seen a cat person who used two or all four legs to walk, or they’re suspicious of them, one strong possibility he knew Fujiko felt as well. For now though, Blackrose’s mate knew they needed to follow this path to see if it leads to a way home, a choice getting Xavior to focus.
When the envoy reached the palace, no doubt home of these people, words had no way to describe the sight of the structure, having the vampire and his friend at a loss to say the least. They wouldn’t say it felt like Daltauria before Lord Blood, the mage who darkened it by his touch, a corruption Blackrose’s husband swore when he put the vampire in the coffin to regenerate, he’d break. No, Daltauria was a nice place and will always be home, this place however would be a second, but looking around, both Xavior and Fujiko couldn’t miss the signs of war, they weren’t hard to miss, making them wonder if Queen Serenity summoned the two to help.
Given the current state, it did stand to reason that was what happened, making Xavior sort of angry. Oh, the vampire and his friend couldn’t just go demand to be sent back home, even though every part of the man’s nature roared at him to do so, forcing him to sneak a drink of blood so it might be silenced, at least for a time. If what they think did cause them to get transported there, then going at the queen with demands wouldn’t do any good, both Xavior and Fujiko knew this, having them stay on this course, though the two weren’t really sure how to help.
Once they walked into the palace, it became clear the people try to get their minds off of the fact war could strike any one of them down by throwing parties, one way to keep the reaper away a day longer, Xavior admitted. As the two walked around, Queen Serenity’s two cat advisers, Luna and Artemis came at the man and Fujiko’s feet, giving them a look, a look Blackrose’s mate told the two to follow them, which the vampire and blacksmith did without a word. Whatever the queen wanted to speak to them about could work in their favor or blow up if not taken lightly, Xavior knew this and prepared for it, the best he could of course, but he hoped the vampire within would stay low while here.
Licking her arm fur, it didn’t get by that her friend worried about his nature, the man’s body language said a lot, having Fujiko put a hand on his shoulder, trying to ease him. “If it comes to it, let me speak on our behalf.” she said softly as they went into Queen Serenity’s meeting area. The feline was no diplomat, she had no love for that path, in fact she hated diplomats, calling them useless, but she saw Blackrose and Xavior use it in cases with success, besides by what she saw minutes ago, he might need her to explain their side if need be.
As the two fell to a knee in front of the ruler, both felt her eyes upon them, though this time it seemed different, trustworthy perhaps. “I know we have no right to ask, but my advisers and I have decided to ask you two to fight the Negaforce and Queen Beryl alongside us. In exchange, I’ll find a way to send you home.” Queen Serenity said kindly, though a hint of regret couldn’t be missed in the tone of voice, maybe due to the fact that she knew dragging the man and his vassal seemed like an awkward move, it wasn’t their fight after all.
After what he heard, it proved their theory, the queen may have summoned them, having the man feel his vampire nature knocking harder, trying to burst out to give her a dressing down, perhaps that was too nice of a term to describe the situation, forcing Xavior not to speak. It wasn’t known if her eyes looked in her friend’s general direction, Fujiko was using her leg to scratch her ear, but after she said, “I speak on behalf of my lord when I say that we aren’t sure what we can add. However, we will do what we can to aid you, majesty.” calmly and diplomatically as possible, covering some facts about her friend’s nature. Right after saying those words, it couldn’t be denied that the feline felt the Earth’s prince lock his eyes on her, making Fujiko howl under her breath.
“Majesty, I still think we should test these two and see where their loyalties are.” the prince said kind of gruffly, though the subject closed a bit ago. He didn’t trust them, that didn’t need telling, the proof was clear, but perhaps the Earth’s prince felt the presence of Xavior’s secret, his nature he was trying so hard to control, who knows. As he stepped forward, the prince added, “A duel between him and me…” in a sure tone of voice, secure that he’d flush out the truth that way when he won.
Fujiko’s ears twitched as she heard that, maybe adding to the fire she would spread, but her friend said, “I think our actions before proved where we stand, young knight, but test me if you wish.” in a disbelieving way as he stood, though he felt the vampire clawing to get free. Everything told Xavior not to push himself, the feline blacksmith’s eyes most of all, he knew he needed to drink blood to keep the vampire from getting out, though this child needed to be taught a lesson, having Blackrose’s mate take up a stance without the Kahimoto in hand. True, how the man felt at that moment made this a foolish choice, Xavior had no issue admitting that if anybody asked, however from the young prince’s look, the exhibition was over before it started.
“Is he mocking my challenge?” the prince asked himself as he drew, hoping it might make the stranger do the same, it didn’t. Needless to say, Xavior’s choice only fanned the fire burning within his opponent, compelling Darien to attack, swinging his sword blindly, attacks the vampire avoided easily. In no time, Earth’s prince found himself disarmed with the man looking down at him, one situation the young warrior found disgraceful.
There were a lot of things to say that would point out the young man’s flawed way of thinking, his temper being one of them, but all Blackrose’s husband wanted to do was to get home, having him give a bow towards the queen and her daughter and walk off, Fujiko following behind. Perhaps seeing movement out of the corner of her eye prompted her to act, the feline blacksmith unsheathed her sword with lightening speed and crossed blades with the young “prince”. Holding her ground, she knew it’d come to her having to put the man in his place, something within her vow to Blackrose when the feline vampire asked her to watch over Xavior, but there was another reason the Earth’s prince’s attitude made her want to hack a hairball up, a reason nobody, not even her friends knew.
“You’re lower than dust and you consider yourself a swordsman? A real warrior doesn’t let anger cloud their judgment!” Fujiko said in anger, the fire behind the words caused her to push Darien back. Eyeing the prince, the feline didn’t need to say what she was getting ready too, but added, “Before we were brought here, his wife, my friend nearly lost her life and now is in hibernation, but furthermore, their twin daughters had to be hidden away so the mage who ripped our kingdom away from my lord wouldn’t find them!” a howl followed the end as she switched stances to a southpaw. At this point, her anger that drove her told Fujiko to kill, at least injure him, and given her past this brought to the surface, she could, but it’d cause greater issues, forcing her to calm down.
Clouded by added anger, perhaps the fact that this Xavior needs his feline to fight battles for him, the prince came charging at the blacksmith screaming, “Your lord was too afraid to battle me fairly, disgracing me!” swinging his blade, again finding the floor, but this time Fujiko set up for a deathblow, stopping at the last second. It didn’t need to be said that seeing her blade at his throat made his life flash before his eyes, the man’s expression spoke to that, having his mind clear.
Twirling her sword before sheathing it, Fujiko said, “If I hadn’t stepped in, the anger Xavior feels would’ve had him kill you, human.” semi calmly, though a bite could be noted in the statement. Licking the fur on her arm, she knew the vampire within her friend was ready to get free, that was the pressing reason she acted, but the first and foremost was her past. Walking on all fours, she went outside to find Xavior because it was time to tell the secret which haunted her all these years.
Walking out from a shadow of a pillar, the fact that the man about downed nearly all of the blood containers so apparent, making him look away. Words wouldn’t cover the tongue lashing Blackrose would give him if she were there, Xavior could hear her in his head, but he said, “It isn’t like you to lose your temper my friend. Truth be known, I sensed something on your mind before we were brought here.” Though being undead came with mind reading abilities, Xavior could tell something wasn’t right with the feline even without using his power, having him add, “Come, tell me.” kindly.
The man could always read her like a book even without letting her know, a fact making the blacksmith come and sit next to him. Though every way she could tell her story to one of her closest friends had been going through her mind for years, there was no other way to open the scar, having Fujiko sigh before asking, “Do you know about the Kentarian, a nomadic tribe of cat people?”in what sounded like remorse. She knew how that question was void, because Fujiko knew Xavior had a passion for reading about ancient races, even when he was mortal, having the feline hang her head in shame.
From her question and the way his friend worded it, Xavior knew whatever bothering her had to do with that tribe. As he looked up at the stars, he said, “They were the tribe that settled at the base of the Misty Mountains, but traveled to the west every month to trade and sell what they made.” calmly, recalling what he read from memory, but how the whole race just disappeared ate at Xavior’s curiosity.