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-Well this is my second chapter and I hope you enjoy it. To answer a quick question that might be on some minds a Lycan is a Werewolf. It is merely another term for it. I like it for some strange reason. lol. If there are any other questions you can let me know or post them in the reviews. Thanks again for reading my fanfic and being patient. Hope to see some more reviews.


Captive

In a dark room a soft groan was heard. Eyes opened to survey surroundings of cement walls and objects of torture. How long had she been here? Two days? Three? Probably going at least three now. Moving her arms her muscles screamed with protest as pain shot through them. Then a copper taste began to form in her mouth and she knew it all too well. Turning her head she spat out the blood in her mouth. As she moved around little darts of flames seem to pierce through her skin. Feeling the burning sensations she realized there were cuts and gash wounds all over her body.

-Bastards.- She thought, bled her to make her weak as a child. Shaking her wrists knowing then they were cuffed to a part of whatever object she was resting on.

-Great..just great.- With little energy she had she lifted her head to see she was in torn clothing,severe bruises on her legs and burn marks shaped in crosses on her thighs. Had she been unconcious all this time as they did this barbaric process to her? Luckily a window was overhead so she could see that it was nighttime and that the moon was in half of its waxing stage. -Damn- , if it was full she could have at least a bit more power from her Lycan blood.

Then she heard laughter from a distance and turned her head to the direction. She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose as the stench wafting in reeked of alcohol and drugs. The door to the room she was being held in busted open and a tall, scary looking muscle man walked in. Well actually he stumbled in because he was doped up. He leaned over her smiling all stupid like, with his eyes glazed and not even really focusing clearly. A hand rested on the top of her head and she shook her head regretting it quickly as a white streak of pure pain cut through her skull.

"Now now..don't struggle. (hiccup) We're just going to have some "fun" with you and then let you die easily." Oh how comforting that sounded! To her horror his hand began to slide down towards her breast. If he dare did what she thought him doing he would pay for it in the living and afterlife. She snarled at him as he roughly squeezed her breast and laughed at her as she struggled with her bonds. To her luck he had leaned down low enough to where his neck was over her mouth. Obviously the stupid fuck was too drunk and high to remember she was part vampire. At that exact moment she hauled all the strength she had and dug her fangs into his skin biting hard.She drankthe blood that was flooding into her mouth, it was tainted, but she had to drink something to regain enough energy to mend the wounds on her body. He yelled in agony and tried to get away but the pain from her inserted fangs was too much for him to move. But all too soon a blow to her left cheek caused her to let go and he scrambled away from her. Instantly her fangs receded and she also wished the stars she was seeing would recede too. Another blow to the face connected and she groaned with pain.

"Vampire bitch. Harry you dumbass! You know she was dangerous even in her state!"

"Yeah but I-"

"Oh shut the hell up. We have to go ahead and kill her now before your blood makes her strong again."

The man known as Nathanial pulled out a 6 inch wide stake and with it a small steel hammer. "This will make sure she is dead for good." Still stars waltzed in and out of the woman's vision and she couldn't focus on anything. But from the sound of his voice she knew something bad was happening. Then a pointy object was placed just above her heart and she tensed with every muscle stilling in place. Oh God....they were going to stake her, she was going to die painfully just like her father did.

Tears came to her eyes as she remembered the vision still from that day. It was not her own sight but her father's as he looked to the three people standing over him. He was paralyzed due to sunlight and they placed the evil wooden object over him. Powerless to do anything he screamed out her name as they plunged the hammer down upon him. -No!- She wouldn't die! Not like this! "NOOOOOOO!!!!" She pulled her wrists forward and the cuffs snapped and she whopped the nearest person to her. They went flying across the room and slammed into the wall making a huge crack in the cement. With all their effort they tried to restrain her back into her bonds but the end result was them being kicked in places that never met with such violence and were subdued in minutes. Her chance had come and she raced towards the open door and leaped up the stairway and nearly tripped but quickly regained her balance.

"Nathaniel! She's getting away! The bitch!" Harry roared in anger but was still rolling around in pure agony as his sensitive area throbbed with pain. "Let's summon the Shadows!"

"For once Harry you have a good idea." Nathaniel got up and hobbled over to a far off corner and opened a black leather book with pentagrams and upside down crosses adorning the cover. Slowly he ran a finger along a certain passage in the forsaken book and read aloud.

" From the shadows thee is called, do our bidding as you are told. I, Nathaniel Conraid, command the demons known as Kilians to take down the being with the blood of Lycan and Vampire and make her suffer for the deeds she has done. Arise Demons of the Shadows!!!!"

With these words ungodly shrieks were heard and shadows moved from dark corners of the room and formed into three figures. Each figure had scraggly dirty brown hair, empty eye sockets, and skinny bodies that revealed bones under their ash-colored skin. They all looked at the man who summoned them and he merely pointed upstairs. Even without eyes they looked towards the direction and ran with supernatural speed to catch the target their master had requested.

Making her way through the empty building she kicked open the front door to come face to face with a barrel of a shotgun. At that moment she didn't know which was more terrifying, the gun or the man wielding it. His hair was silver, icy blue eyes looked on her, and a grin took on his face. "Hello Aya Sanada." With a blink of an eye he wrapped a free arm around her waist pulling her to him. Then he took aim as a Kilian snarled and leapt for him. A single bullet took out the fearful demon and he blew the smoke away. "Didn't think they would have demons on their side. Hypocritical sons of bitches." He turned around with Aya in his grasp and another Kilian appeared from nowhere and leapt for them. Aya gasped and thrustedher hand outright past Dante's cheek and shouted. "Freeze in hell!!!" Bright blue flames rushed from her hand and engulfed the demon making it freeze in its place. A shrill scream was heard before the demon's ice flame prison cracked and shattered into thousands of pieces. Dante whirled around to face a third Kilian and dodged a blast of dark violet colored energy spears from its chest. It released a hideous croaking laugh. Taking this moment Dante shoved the front end of the shotgun into the mouth and grinned wickedly. "Meet my non-humorus friend." The Kilian shrieked in horror as Dante pulled the trigger and the force caused the head to explode making one hell of a mess. "Oh c'mon, is that all?" Dante shook his head and chuckled. A soft weight against him made him turn his attention back to the limp figure in his arms. "Damn.."

Gently he picked her up in his arms and walked over to his 2004 Cadillac CTS and placed her in the front seat making sure she was secured. His eyes took on a dark shade of rage as he saw the awful wounds on her pale body. The thought of the men doing that to her was sickening and made him want to do more than just put a bullet in their skull. Slowly Aya opened her eyes and glanced at him and looked at him more closely. A thought crossed her mind then. -He..looks almost like Maki....no. That's just wishful thinking.- She closed her eyes tightly as a disappointed sigh escaped her lips. Hearing this Dante looked over to her. "Are you alright?" His voice was rich and soothing to her ears. Opening her eyes she looked at him and nodded. "I-I am. Just....really hurting like hell." "I'm amazed how you got through all that without going insane...or..worse..." His words trailed off and Aya was silent. She didn't want to let him know what she was if he didn't already know. All she wanted right now was rest and blood to drink to heal her wounds. As if reading her mind Dante shifted the gear into drive and they sped off like the wind.


Hope this Chapter was good for you. The kilians are weak compared to the usual demons Dante fights. The bad guys didn't realize this since they didn't know Dante was helping. But anyway it was funny with that third Kilian. lol. I'm so evil. I will update this fanfic as soon as possible. Thanks again!