Here is a new fic that was written with the help of my good friend Daz. He is not a fanfiction person, but he has some good ideas. Anyway, Claymore is in no way owned by be and is copyright to the original owners. Enya is copyright to me.
Leave a review and let me know how this chapter is and if there are any major flaws with it.
EDIT: I know I made her name unprounceable, so I changed it to Enya
Chapter 1
Enya was slowly trudging along the forest path. Her small legs were no longer able to carry her, she had never walked so far in her 12 years. Her golden eyes were clouding over with exhaustion while her clothes were tattered and travel worn. She had on a brown tunic held together with clasps and brown boots. Over all of that was a red cloak sewn at the bottom by her mother so that it could be let down as she grew. The strangest thing about the girl was that under the red hood, she had wolf like ears on her midnight black chin length hair. They weren't just for show, they enhanced her hearing well past that of a normal human, in fact all of her senses were far greater than a humans.
Enya had many scrapes and scratches from her journey through the forest. She had been traveling for days running from the women that had massacred her entire clan. They had called them Yoma, evil monsters that killed and ate humans. But her clan did no such things. They never hunted humans as, even though they were easy to catch, they always tasted too chewy. Compared to deer, cows and other such fauna that were in the wilds, humans were on the bottom of the taste list. Her clan lived in the high mountains where they cultivated the land and hunted in the forest's surrounding their village. They had loved there for hundreds of years before they were unjustly murdered.
The lack of food and water had severely drained Enya mentally and physically. Her body finally collapsed as she fell through the bushes, somehow she had stumbled onto someone's camp, not even noticing the scent of food until she was less than two meters away from it.
Enya heard the sound of boots on the ground moving closer to her and felt her hood being lifted from her head. Shortly following that was a gasp and a call of "Teresa- san." The voice was of someone close to Enya's own age and female.
"What is she…" The voice of Teresa questioned. "Get back Clare." She warned.
"But she's hurt." Clare replied.
"Even still-" The elder woman's voice was drowned out when Enya finally faded into blackness.
Enya was surprised that she had reawaken. She was sure that she was going to die after her collapse outside the small camp she had stumbled upon. But here she was, not dead. Her wounds were actually bandaged up and she was lying on a bed role. Her cloak was hung up on a low hanging branch. As it was her only memento of her mother, she struggled to reach it, but she did indeed reach it and clung to it like a lifeline, the soft fabric bringing with it the warm and familiar scent of her mother.
A rustling behind her alerted her to the presence of another person. Quickly turning Enya was faced with a girl near her age. This must have been the Clare from last night. She had bright green eyes and was wearing a tunic in similar fashion to her own, with matching boots and arm bands. In her hands was some fruit. Sitting down next to Enya, the girl Clare placed the fruit down, indicating that it was for her.
Enya was hesitant, but she slowly reached out and took an apple and bit into it, watching Clare all the time. Not realizing now hungry she was, Enya devoured the apple, core and all, leaving nothing behind. When she was finished she noticed Clare reaching out to her. Her hand slowly came to rest on her wolf like ears, as she began to stroke them. It ticked which caused them to twitch, Clare smiled at the sight before Enya batted her hand away. Before she had time to move onto the next piece of fruit there was another rustling and movement of someone approaching.
"I see you were very hungry. You collapsed from dehydration more than hunger." It was Teresa's voice.
As Enya turned to greet the new companion her heart stopped when her gaze fell upon Teresa. She was one of the Silver eyes, the same people that had killed her entire clan.
Leaping to her feet, Enya attempted to run, to flee as fast as she could so she wound face the same end as her parents. But due to her weakness and fatigue she barely got a few steps before her legs gave out.
"Be more careful." Teresa scolded "You are too week, and you'll injure yourself further." She walked over to the girl and lent down to pick her up when something white flashed in front of her vision. Teresa had just enough time to react and jump backwards and avoid any serious injury.
Enya brought her knees to her chest as a bone like tail with a sharp point designed to impale and slice, the end of which was attached to the girl herself who bared her sharp elongated canines at the Claymore.
"Are you going to kill me as you did my clan?!" The girl cried out, her ears flat along her head.
Teresa drew the sword for which she was named and pointed it at the girl "I don't know what you are, but I have only kept you alive at Clare's request."
"You Lie!" She shouted. "You people came to my home, and began to slaughter us one after another, calling us Yoma. My parents hid me in a tinder box, saving my life at the cost of their own." Tears were flowing down her face. "You're all the same. All EVIL!"
"STOP!" Clare screamed at Enya. "Teresa's not evil. She's kind, she let me stay with her, when I had no one!" There were tears flowing like rivers down her cheeks now. "And she even killed people, just to save me…Even her own kind."
Enya was shocked, a blond, silver eyed, attacking its own? From what she knew of them, it was unheard of. Before she could think any more on it Clare rushed forward and threw her arms around the girl still on the ground. She hadn't noticed that Teresa raised her sword, if Clare hadn't rushed forward, the blond warrior would have taken Enya's head.
The Claymore was unable to attack the strange girl with Clare in the way. "I really am going soft." She muttered to herself sheathing her sword.
Clare had noticed the blade being raised but was afraid that Teresa would be in even more trouble, so she threw herself onto the other girl to save her from Teresa's blade.
"What are you?" The claymore asked knowing that she wasn't going to be able to kill the thing with Clare around.
"My name is Enya. I'm a Hellhound." She told them both, the reaction causing the brown haired girl to release her grip and back away slightly.
"Why should I not kill you where you lay?" Teresa continued her questions.
Enya glared at the blond woman "Silver eyes like you came to my village and began killing everyone. They called us Yoma. But we aren't. We don't eat humans, though we could if absolutely necessary. But you all taste bad. Hellhounds eat mainly meat. My village was on a mountain, cut off from the rest of the world." Her eyes became clouded with memories of the past. "In the past, Hellhounds would offer protection to people, families and villages. But as time passed people became either too fearful or too dependent on us. So many of the clans left. You see, when a Hellhound offers protection it is a lifelong bond. The strongest aside from a mate.
"Anyway, You silver eyes thought we were Yoma and you came, cutting us down. It was horrible. The smell…" Enya shivered at the memory. "Hellhounds have much better senses then humans. We can see perfectly in the dark and can memorise scents for tracking. But now…. I am the last, I don't know if there were any more clans like ours." Distraught, the girl brought her arms around her knees and wrapped her tail around herself too.
Clare, once more, came close to Enya and brought her arms around her hugging the Hellhound close. "Please, don't be sad…"
"All right, enough excitement for today. You-" Teresa pointed at the Hellhound "-Finish your food. We are headed to the next town, you can leave then."
Doing as bid, Enya quickly ate the food and put her red cloak back on, hiding her bone like tail underneath. She felt very uncomfortable with Teresa and almost left when her back was turned. And she would have too, if Clare hadn't grabbed her hand and pulled her along.
As they were traveling, the Claymore was constantly looking over her shoulder at the Hellhound and her young charge. She wanted to be sure that the strange girl didn't attack Clare when she wasn't looking. It was strange, Teresa was able to detect the smallest traces of Yoki from both Yoma and Claymore's, but this girl was really something else. She had no Yoki at all and was 'inviable' to Teresa. If she attacked, the claymore would have to use her natural reactions to fight back.
After a few hours of traveling Enya stopped in her tracks her ears were twitching and turning, trying to catch the finite traces of sound in the air.
Teresa noticed the change in the Hellhound and brought a hand to her blade "What is it?"
"Don't you hear it?" Enya questioned "Four horses, one carriage, they are at least ten kilometres to the west."
"You can hear all that?" The Claymore was sceptical. Not even she could hear that far.
The child nodded and tapped her ears for emphasis.
It was lucky that Enya had given them advance warning, the horses had broken through the trees and they surrounded them. Atop the animals were four men, all dressed in leather armour, there were more in the cart that was pulled by two more horses. It was clear that they were bandits. The leader leapt off his horse and began to stride confidently toward them.
"Well, well. What have we here? A silver eye's witch, and two kids. Well at least two of them will fetch some money in the slave trade." He spoke in a bored droll, a sick grin on his face. "It has been too long since we had 'fun'. I wonder if the rumours about you Claymore's are true?" That earned him a few laughs from his men. "I already know that you are unable to kill humans. It's an iron clad rule."
One of the brigands walked behind Enya and attempted to grab her shoulder. Before he made contact something lashed out and slashed him across his chest, he stumbled backwards and gripped a large wound on his chest, staining his shirt red.
"What the hell IS that!" The man shouted attempting to stem the flow of blood.
Enya's tail was swaying side to side the tip was stained in red. "You smell bad. Like blood and sweat. It's like you are stained in others blood…" She was nearly in a trance, her voice was nearly dead as were her eyes. She was reliving the memory of her clans butchering. The smell of death that clung to the brigands kick started the memory.
"Whatever it is. I'm sure that someone will pay big money for a freak like that." The leader said drawing a blade.
The rest of the gang followed their leader's example and charged in not expecting them to fight back. Teresa, who was already on the Organization's kill list was easily willing to put some more name to the black book. She drew her claymore and with one easy, lazy flick of her wrist, felled one of the men, cutting him in half. Meer humans were nothing to a claymore.
On the other side, more bandits were reaching for Clare and Enya. One put a hand on Clare and Teresa shouted the girl's name, with that Enya snapped out of her daze. Flashbacks of her village on fire, her people being ruthlessly killed. And her not being able to stop it.
The hellhound growled and lunged for the bandit holding Clare and with her long canines bit into his throat. The force of her body sent them to the ground where she ripped out his throat, the hunk of flesh still in her mouth. Enya spat it out onto the ground and looked the man in the eyes.
"You taste as foul as you smell…" She whispered letting her instincts take over. Hellhounds weren't always bloodthirsty but when they are young, they let their emotions and instincts take over more easily. Enya was distraught over the memory of her clan being wiped out and her instincts were easier to deal with then the raw pain and sadness she was feeling.
Teresa had already killed most of the men, only a handful remained. One kicked Enya off his comrade and she tumbled to the ground, but regained her balance with her tail, she was on all fours now braced for a jump at the nearest bandit. The one that kicked her charged sword heled high. As he brought the blade down, the girl leaped into the air and slashed with her bone like tail, impaling him with it. She unfortunately missed the vital parts she was aiming for which game the bandit a chance to swing his blade around, catching Enya on the back.
The blade didn't slice flesh as he intended. Instead it collided with some kind of armour. The girl quickly countered and using her sharp nails cut open his throat.
Hearing a noise behind her, the Hellhound turned to see a final brigand swinging his blade at her. She though all was lost till a large blade intercepted his, the man turned only to have Teresa's claymore buried in his chest. Enya couldn't help but show her surprise at the blond woman's help, before she could act upon the kindness she smelt the Claymore's scent. With her mind in its instinctive set she couldn't help but have a flashback of the Claymore that she saw killing her parents. Her face was burned into the Hellhounds memory, along with the sick smile and the Claymore's scent.
Not all Claymore's smell the same, but they all have some similarities.
Enya heard horses hooves on the ground, a single bandit was riding hard away from the one sided fight. The Hellhound was driven near mad by the bloodlust and memory of the Claymore's taking away her entire clan. She crouched and readied herself for a full out sprint, the secret to a Hellhound was not their strength, it was their speed.
Enya charged at the escaping bandit intending to rip him to pieces, as she ran she could just make out the sound of Clare shouting her name. She was easily faster than the horse and it didn't take long to catch up to it, so she leapt forward and tackled the man to the ground, whereupon she used her tail to pin his hand to the ground.
"I keep seeing her… Everywhere." Enya whispered. "Leave me alone, Go Away! Give them back and go AWAY!" Screaming she tore into the man's neck with her teeth easily perforating his neck and tearing away the meat. Her plan was to end his life as viciously as she could, she didn't see the bandit, she only saw the Claymore that sliced her parents in half, unbeknownst that she could see everything from the box she was hiding in.
Back with Clare and Teresa, the Claymore was surprised at the speed on the child. It was easily as fast as her, so making a quick decision she turned to her young charge.
"Clare, hold onto me. We have to catch up to her." Teresa didn't like the thought of bringing Clare with her to the clearly mentally unstable Hellhound, but the idea of leaving her where she was unable to keep an eye on her was even worse. Clare walked over to a red pile on the forest floor, it was Enya's cloak, she picked it up before heading to Teresa. So holding the child with one arm while she clung to her front Teresa of the Faint Smile sprinted as fast as she could after the Hellhound.
It didn't take long to catch up with her speed but the girl had covered a considerable distance in such a short time. She came upon the child tearing into the bandit with the ferocity of a wild animal. Hearing something behind something behind her, Enya's instinct was to scent the air first to identify her surroundings. Smelling the Claymore she dropped her attack on the dead bandit and turned to Teresa.
"Murderer!" she shouted, lunging at the blond warrior "Give them back!"
The attack was too straight forward and clumsy, something that Teresa was easily able to both dodge and allowed her to catch the child in a grip that restricted her movements. She wasn't going to let her go until her mind was back to normal and if that was impossible… she was going to end her life.
Clare was unfazed by Enya's screaming and flailing, she saw the same pain that was evident in both Teresa's eyes and her own. So gripping the cloak tighter she strode right up to her and held out the red cloak.
When the scent of her mother that still lingered on the fabric hit Enya's nose she began to calm taking deep breaths. The sudden onslaught of emotions was too much and she began to cry. Teresa sensing that the girl was calmer let her go but refused to let her guard down. The Hellhound slowly reached out and brought her arms around Clare, burying her face in the cloak that was still in her grip.
"There all gone. There all gone…" She kept whispering over and over.
Enya cried into Clare's shoulder for what felt like a long time, the other girl stroking her hair comforting her as if she were some kind of puppy, she even went as far as to scratch her behind her ears. The Hellhound committed the Clare's scent to memory taking deep breaths with her nose, finally when she was sure she had the girl's scent she turned her head and licked her cheek as a dog would to show affection. Clare was surprised at the action but made no comment.
The group of Teresa, Clare and Enya were standing in on the precipice of a cliff, the Hellhound was looking down at her shoes, she was going to leave the group.
"Please." Clare whispered, holding onto Enya's hand. She had grown close to the girl in the short few days that they had been together and was saddened to hear that she wanted to leave.
"I can't stay, Clare. Even though Teresa saved my life from the bandits I can't trust someone from the same organization that demanded the slaughter of my clan. And you saw how I became feral. I can't control my instincts, I am not safe." She told Clare, trying to pull her hand away. She laid her ears flat against her head at the other girl's expression. "I am sure we'll meet again. I have your scent memorised, if I come across it again ill find you." Smiling encouragement to Clare she finally managed to dislodge her hand.
Enya turned but was stopped when Teresa put a hand on her shoulder. "Just remember kid, not all Claymore's are ruthless killers. And I hope you have a safe journey."
With a small semi forced smile to Teresa, the Hellhound put her hood over her ears and left the duo of Clare and Teresa. Wandering West.
There you have it. This was the first chapter of my new Claymore fic. Ill try and update whenever I have time but college is keeping me VERY busy.
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