Strange Angels Fanfiction

Code: Vaga

Sharp blades cut the air and the flesh of the suckers surrounding the beautiful woman who whirled at high speeds, her malaika snapping through the air dangerously. Black blood splattered onto trees and staining the ground. High pitched screeching could be heard all around as a battle of seven suckers and svetocha fought tirelessly. Out of the corner of her eyes Dru could just barely see Ash as he worked his way through one opponent to the next. Her companion rarely ever went anywhere without her these days.

Irrelevant thoughts scattered and hid from Dru's mind just like they did every time she indulged in battle. Not just the practice battles that Christophe insisted she do to improve her skills but the life or death battles with the ever present suckers who were out to kill her. It was the only time she could find some peace in her new life.

No thoughts of the awkwardness with Christophe floated around or the grief of not hearing from Graves for the last year and a half, much less about the constant battles with the suckers.

Fresh anger at the slip of thought of graves boosted Dru's speed, her body warm and her eyes coldly flashing in hatred at the things that she couldn't prove about what Sergej had done to Graves exactly, only her imagination could tell her what had happened and that was more of a curse than a blessing on this one.

Finally the last vampire fell and Dru nearly growled as she realized that she still had loads of pent up energy and that the relaxation that she had expected from the battle was far from claimed. Tonight's hunt had been an indulgence – usually Christophe organized a group of guards and plenty of other technical groupies to tag along on a hunt but Dru was becoming impatient and had decided that a fight with christophe where he sent her to her room like a naughty child to be punished was just what the doctor had ordered. The moment she had closed the door to her room she had flown through her wardrobe and gathered her weapons cache as fast as she could move. Not even two minutes later she was dressed and armed and out the window leaving the Schola towards the city. A little voice in her head told her that she shouldn't be doing this, that christophe was only trying to protect her, but the rest of her could only focus on his frigid attitude and cold indifference to her since Graves had left.

"you okay Ash?" the wolf turned boy looked up at dru with worry and nodded silently, waiting her next decision. The boy had been waiting for her on the edge of the forest lining the Schola, he had looked at her with a look on his face that dared her to deny his coming with her. He looked absolutely tired, that battle took a lot out of him along with the long days of guard duty and every third night of guard duty, he was absolutely wiped out. Frankly speaking it would be a task to get him back to the schola without anyone the wiser. And at the moment Dru wasn't exactly sure that she even cared about anyone noticing. Nodding at Ash to indicate for him to follow her she headed back towards that Schola keeping an eye on her charge the whole way.

They made it to the main office before ash slumped forwards- he didn't have any external wounds and Dru couldn't smell any blood on him so there was unlikely any external wounds. Lifting him up carefully and quietly dru walked the rest of the corridors in silent contemplation towards the set of rooms set aside for ash right next to hers.

Unlocking the door was easy since dru kept the key to Ash's rooms hanging around her neck at all times. After she had put him to bed and carefully closed the door she went to her own rooms her eyes down cast and inwardly reflected. She leaned against her bedroom door, her fingers nimbly unbuttoning her shirt and toeing off her her shoulders back accomplished releasing her Malaika holster from her back, hanging upon her elbows. Once the shirt was completely unbuttoned she dropped her arms and the Malaika in their holster to the ground letting the shirt follow.

It was as she was going for the button to her jeans that she noticed the figure sitting on her bed staring at her in complete calmness, just waiting, bright green eyes watching her in complete ease.

Dru's eyes clouded with pain as she realized that what she was seeing was nothing more than a shadow of what her heart wanted desperately; she was dreaming. If he had actually been there she would have smelled him, he would still smell the same right? Even after all this time he would smell the same. Taking a deep shaky breath in she eased her pants off her nearly frozen legs; it was march and the nights had been chilly and bitingly cold.

Walking over to her dresser dru pulled on one of Grave's old t-shirts that he had left behind and a pair of sweat pants. Picking up the pack of Winstons that she had managed to pick up earlier in the week she popped one out of the pack and lit up as she reclined out on the window ledge, letting the smoke fade away out on the breezes, her memories of him still clear as daylight and yet just as fleeting. She spent every damn night thinking about him and every day dreaming about him. It would only seem natural that she would now start seeing him as more than figments of her imagination, that she was going crazy. She had expected it to happen sometime- everyone who was part of the Real World went crazy some time. Just as the light was beginning to bestow upon the horizon line dru closed her window and blinds and locked them. Her glock forty-five sitting on her night stand was checked and rechecked for ammo before she sat down on the bed and curled into a ball to sleep, as far away from the figment of her imagination that was watching her with very carefully blank eyes, scrutinizing her every action as she fell into a troubled sleep.