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Recap:

The fighter glared at me, "Where is she? Where is Luna?"

A small, cold smile graced my features for the briefest of moments before it disappeared. "I am Luna."

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Chapter Two:

Several vampires around me laughed out right at my confession. A few told me off while others threatened me with bodily harm. I closed my eyes as I let their insults sink in. Then I moved.

I called my sword to my hand and attacked with ease, but not one vampire fell to the thirst of my blade. I tapped each vampire with the side of my katana before I came to complete halt out of a spin with the sharpened edge of my blade at a man's throat.

The man, or rather vampire, is the leader of the coven. He wore his blood-red hair in a high pony tail and bore a cross shaped scar on his left cheek. He is the Battousai, the one that the Elders wished was in an urn in their office instead of on the streets.

I held my position for a long moment before shifting out of the lunge and into a more relaxed stance. I flicked my blade in chiburi out of habit before sheathing it in one smooth motion. The Battousai's eyes were on me the whole time but I refused to look into them, preferring to hide behind my raven colored bangs.

I breathed deeply before I offered my katana to the Battousai with both hands. A quiet hush had fallen over the gathered vampires at my sudden outburst of skill and had remained until now, no one wanting to earn the Battousai's wrath.

The Battousai moved slowly, as though afraid to scare me into attacking him as he picked my sword up with both of his hands. I watched as he slipped it through his waistband to rest beside his own weapons. I closed my eyes as I shut my emotions into a back closet of my mind, breathing deeply.

I almost didn't notice when the Battousai moved but I did feel the sharp pain in the back of my head before I fell forward into darkness.

I woke up slowly and with the usual stiffness of using my magic. I'm not one to be overly dependent on one aspect of my strength and so developed my magic along with my sword skill. Both activities helped me develop my ki sense and I cast it out cautiously.

I opened my eyes to a darkened room that was finely furnished with a rich carpet, floor-length drapes, and the soft, overstuffed couch that held me. I sat up slowly so as to not disturb the headache forming behind my eyes.

I rested my feet on the soft carpet and found that my shoes were missing. Sighing quietly I rested my elbows on my knees and cradled my forehead in my hands, absently massaging my temples.

A door opened and I looked up through my bangs to see the rooster-haired vampire from before with a woman that was carrying a tray. I sat up a little straighter as they approached me slowly, almost cautiously.

"I'm not the one that bites," I spoke with a slight wince at the pain the sound of my voice caused.

The woman chuckled a little as she returned, "You have a point. Here is some food that should suit you."

The mention and smell of food had me cringing into the couch with one hand on my stomach and the other holding off their approach. "Thank you, but I can't stand any food at the moment."

A surprised look crossed their features but I was too busy trying to keep down my nausea to notice. A cool hand touched my cheek and had me jerking slightly at the sudden contact.

"Easy, tanuki, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a doctor, well, I was until rooster-head turned me into a vampire," she smiled wryly but a different light touched her eyes.

"I'm not sick. It's just the aftermath of using magic. I'll be all right after a while," I tried to reassure her so that she would leave me alone, ignoring the raccoon nickname for the moment.

"Magic shouldn't affect you that way. Do you deny your gift?" asked the rooster-haired fighter as he leaned against the closed door.

I shook my head as another wave of nausea constricted my throat. The doctor woman fluttered around me, trying to figure out a more physical meaning for my queasiness. Her hands ghosted against my skin as she asked questions that I refused to answer on the grounds of them being too personal for my taste.

Finally, I had enough. In one movement I had flung her across the room and into the rooster's arms. I called on my magic to throw them out of the room and then to bar the door. The sudden rush of my magic filling me made me giddy, but as it dissipated I sagged in exhaustion.

I don't even remember lying back down on the couch before passing out.

The swim back to consciousness was twice as hard as it was before and a sense of dread accompanied my other senses as I struggled to open my eyes. I looked blearily around for the reason behind my unease and my gaze settled onto amber eyes that glowed angrily at me from across the room.

I sat up slowly so as not to tick him off any more than he already was and found the tray of food still sitting on the low table in front of me. I closed my eyes as the nauseous feeling swept over me once again before pushing it aside and meeting my captor's gaze once more.

We remained silent for long moments, each of us content to wait the other out. Finally, I couldn't stand the building tension any more and asked softly, "What do you want from me besides my head on a silver platter?"

"Why did you throw my people out and bar the door?" His baritone voice was like hail raining down on my ears but it was just as low as my voice had been.

"They wouldn't leave me alone," I returned with a shrug.

A fiery brow raised and I elaborated, "If I use magic, I get nauseous which means I refuse to eat. Your little pet doctor would not accept this as an answer and decided to poke and probe me until a more plausible answer presented itself. It did, I decided to get them to leave me alone."

I shifted in the seat to put my feet on the floor and cradled my now throbbing head in my hands as I tried to massage the pain away.

"If you ever use your magic against my people again, you will regret it." His voice dripped malice even though it was pitched low.

I didn't respond as a vision hit me like a ton of bricks. A collage of images assaulted my eyes as sounds pounded at my ears and smells my nose. I could feel fire burn my skin as the vision finally left me trembling in my seat on the couch.

A pair of burning amber eyes met and held mine mere inches above me as he growled, "Did you hear me, little Hunter? I don't like to repeat myself."

I gasped for breath as I dropped my gaze to my hands where burns could be seen on my palms. The vampire towering over me jerked me up by my shirt front and shook me to regain my attention.

I met his gaze and saw confusion flicker briefly in his eyes before he all but threw me back onto the couch. I yelped as pain coursed through me but he didn't pause as he headed for door.

"Do you know anyone that resembles a mummy?" I asked the question before his hand closed on the doorknob. Something inside me urging me to pursue this vision's meaning.

A cold, calloused hand closed over my throat and lifted me up until I was even with his burning amber eyes. His voice was low but not for my benefit, he was beyond pissed. "What did you say?"

I clawed at his hand as I fought for oxygen beneath his iron grip. I managed to gasp out, "I s-saw it!"

He dropped me like I had burned him but the return of oxygen to my lungs was enough for me to look past my treatment, but he would pay for his actions before I drew my last breath.

"It's time you told me everything that you can do, little Hunter." His tone brooked no argument, not that I had the strength to fight him; the vision having stolen the last of my magical reserves.

"I'm not sure what I am. I'm a Seer, a Sorcerer, and a Swordsman. My visions aren't by choice and I can't control them. I've trained my magic but it always leaves me weak and nauseous afterwards. And you know how I became a Swordsman."

"Tell me about your vision."

I closed my eyes as I pulled it back into the front of my mind, "Burning red eyes, wrapped in bandages, the smell of burning flesh and gunpowder. His laugh is like fingernails being dragged down a chalkboard."

I opened my eyes to meet a wall of red bangs. "What else did you see?"

"I-I'm not sure. My visions aren't always clear. This one hurt though."

His eyes flashed at me as he asked, "You feel pain in you visions?"

I wordlessly showed him my burned hands. His eyes narrowed before he turned and left the room without another word, leaving me with more questions than answers.

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