Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Resurrection.
"He's here! He's here!" Riza yelled frantically throughout the mansion. It was unusually clean, since she had been cleaning it for the last two days. Reiri had left the mansion for the time being, until Riza gave her the signal to come back, who was now standing at the front door, staring at the man being led to it by Flandre. He was very tall, about three times the size of the android, he had short brown hair and a goatee. He wore a brown trench coat and was chewing on a cigar. The wooden leg that replaced everything under his right knee clacked with every step. This was her uncle, the great warrior Warg Wildman, or as the vampires might know him, the Grim Reaper. His power succeeded that of regular werewolves, which is why she dreaded this visit. She was in a relationship with a vampire, and didn't know which was stronger: the love for his family or his hatred for vampires. Her thoughts were interrupted by the clacking drawing closer. He had almost reached her, and smiled through his cigar.
"My dear child." He hugged her and then held her at arms length. "Huh..."
"What is it, uncle?"
"For some reason I feel angry all of a sudden." Damn, I probably didn't get all of Reiri's smell off of me. "It's probably nothing. But look at you. I haven't seen you in years. You sure have grown."
"Thanks, uncle. Uh, please come in."
"Thank you." They walked in.
"The others are upstairs."
"Uh-huh." He mumbled, looking around, probably distracted by the faint vampire smell. She led him up to the usual gathering room, where the others were waiting.
"The blonde is Hime, second daughter of the Royal family, the brown haired dude is her blood warrior, Hiro, and the maid is his sister, Sawawa."
Warg then propped his arms in front of himself in X-shape. "I am Warg Wildman, son of the great warrior Vorack Wildman. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"The Royal family welcomes you." Hime said coolly.
"Shall I take your bags to your room?" Sawawa offered.
"Not necessary." Warg denied. "I didn't bring any. I'm fine with living with what I have on me."
"Very well. Then shall I prepare dinner."
"Please do." Riza replied. Sawawa left the room. Warg then started walking around the table, but suddenly came to a halt at Reiri's seat, and started sniffing around.
"Something wrong?" Hime asked.
"I don't...know. Something's agitating me, but I can't make it out."
"This mansion is very old. So a heightened sense of smell might get agitated."
"Yeah, old things tend to...pick up weird smells." He started walking again. "So, Hime, I heard you moved to this place because your old mansion was destroyed by zombies."
"Correct." Warg continued to look around.
"I can understand why the Royal family doesn't allow them. I faced them once, lost three of my best men, truly horrible creatures."
"Indeed." His agitation ended when an intriguing smell came from the kitchen.
"That smells nice." He left the room, Riza following him.
They went down to the kitchen and sat down, waiting for the food.
"I heard Kiniski's dead." Warg said.
"Yeah." Riza replied. "Became the blood-warrior of Hime's older sister, but didn't get any more blood."
Warg scoffed and ran his hand over his wooden leg. "Was that really the same man that killed my father? That took my leg? On the other hand, he was a vampire, so that's actually a fitting death."
"You think so?" Warg looked at her. "I mean, sure. In this particular case, the death was fitting, but I don't think all vampire's deserve such a death."
"What are you saying? That's like saying all werewolves don't deserve an honorable death."
"Not all werewolves are honorable."
Warg just looked at her in disbelief. "What the hell are you going on about?"
"I've seen werewolves, who had become blood warriors." She looked down. "They acted disgraceful, they didn't even introduce themselves. They were just..."
"Sometimes..." She looked up at Warg. "Even werewolves can't resist the temptation." A faint pink tainted Riza's cheeks, since she felt a connection between his words and her relationship with Reiri. "Some succumb to greed, due to our human side. Others fall to basic urges of the beast within. I have always done what honor dictated me to do. But you, your behavior indicates something else. And so does your scent." He said as leaned over to her and inhaled deeply. "I knew it. There's no mistake. That's the stench of bats."
Crap! "Umm, yeah, we recently had a battle with..."
"No!" She jumped at his shout. "That scent is not just sticking to you temporarily, it's permanently burnt into your skin. Something only two things could achieve. Years, many years of combat, more you've lived. And, the only one possible for you, intimacy."
"I-I..."
"Please, tell me the truth. Do you have an intimate relationship with a vampire?"
Riza felt as if her throat was shut tight. She couldn't speak, she could barely breathe, so she just nodded. Then something happened, that she didn't expect. He laughed.
"Oh my god. When the thought first crossed my mind, I thought it was ridiculous. But you, I can understand that you would think I would want to stop this."
"What? Does this mean you don't? You understand?"
"My dear child, you're the one who doesn't understand. You think this is a mistake, right? But you're wrong. It's an opportunity. We can unite the blood-lines and create peace between the two races."
"You want that?"
"Riza, there are many truths about warriors. One of them is that they all grow tired of fighting. It's not even war anymore, it's just senseless slaughter. Riza, we must take this chance."
"Umm, uncle?"
"Yes, what is it, my dear?"
"The truth is, she's been banished from vampire society."
He stared at her for a couple moments, then only spoke one word. "She?"
"Good day." Reiri, who had been called in by Riza, introduced herself. "My name is Reiri Kamura, it's a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand, but Warg just stared at it. Then he looked up at her, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
"A girl." He said in disbelief. "And not just that, but an outlaw."
"But..." Riza said. "As you said, this is an opportunity."
"An opportunity to get us all killed!" He snapped at her, making her jump back in shock. "Mating with an outlaw, that will just fuel the hatred the vampires bear towards us. What is this? It's an outrage!"
"But, uncle..."
"No "buts"! I cannot allow this. It's things like these that started the war in the first place. I would be fool to allow this."
"Uncle, please."
"No, I forbid it!"
"You..." Riza could barely speak out of shock. She just looked at him, then at Reiri. Looking at her, she made her decision. "I forbid it."
Warg looked at her confused. "You forbid what?"
"That you forbid me."
"What?"
"That's right. I forbid that you forbid me."
Warg then understood what she was saying. "Do you know?" He asked, propping himself right in front of her, casting her in his shadow. Admitted, it did impress her. But she had made her decision.
"That's right. You can't tell me what to do."
"Riza." Reiri whispered in surprise.
"Very well." Warg said, turning around and walking away. Just as Riza thought she had won, he turned back around and changed into his werewolf form. "I accept your challenge."
"Huh?"
A/N: I believe that the thing with the werewolf blood-warriors only happened in the anime, but it seemed to fit. Anyway, R&R.
