The Awaited Duel

After the so called Agent Fury dropped me off in this remote section of road and few buildings at night, my nerves began to hum to life. The Hunt. It was always something I found empowering once I became a half-vampire freak. How my darker half came to life and bled adrenaline through my veins. My eyes burned brightly into the somewhat lit road as I sniffed for anything… well, unnatural? I never hunted a God before! This was a whole new ball game for me and I was excited. To hunt a being of unknown power and test myself against him; as well as get my own revenge against him just left me tickled!

With my fists in my jacket pockets I walked through the area and sniffed several times again and kicked the ground. I wanted to assess the area I was in. Wide, few cars, and dead silent. Not even the sound of crickets met my sensitive ears. It was like the area itself was under a hush. A 'quiet before the storm' as it were. No doubt because of the presents of (not one) but two supernatural beings! Well, I guess the God of Mischief is more under mythical lore, where as I am the supernatural; but hey, who's paying attention?

I stopped when an odd scent hit my nose. It was a mix of cold wind, male musk and black licorice. I also detected a faint sent of metallic that sent my senses to the roof. Blood. So, the idiot's been wounded eh? I thought with a dark smile. Can't wait to grab a taste! I immediately followed the trail, my feet gaining an extra spring along with my excitement. I got a few yard down the grassy side of the road when the phone I was given suddenly rang. Raising an eyebrow, because it hadn't been twenty minutes since coming here, I pulled it out and flipped it open to my ear. "Yes?" I asked rather moodily.

"Hi there, Gothic girl and all-round bad ass chick from New York," A cocky male voice replied from the other end. "I'm sure you want to get acquainted with Mr. Greenhorns real soon, but I just wanted to ask you one question." I let the silence linger before the question, "How do you feel about adding any other color to that bleak and sexy wardrobe besides red?"

I didn't really know how to respond to such a question nor figure out who was on the other end of the line. All I knew was that he was irritating and interrupting my hunt! I gave a frustrated sigh before saying; "Don't bother me while I'm hunting." Then I hung up and put it on silent before stuffing it back into my coat. Shacking my head from the 'awkward' call I started down a small hill towards a promising building that looked to be abandoned.

Stark smirked to himself as he pressed the hang up button on his smart phone. The others looking slightly modified and yet un-surprised at him for disobeying Fury's orders about 'not' contacting Dampire C by hacking and tracing her whereabouts with the phone she had on.

"Do you really think that was a good idea?" Banner asked him rather dryly.

"Course he doesn't," Clint replied sourly. "He's a fanatic for people like her."

"Not really," Stark replied smoothly as he pulled out his high tech notepad and started doing whatever on it. "To be totally honest; Her kind, scare the living crap out of me."

"Admitting to your fears, Stark?" Natasha smirked at him lazily from across the table, "I didn't think you would have it in you."

Stark rolled his eyes as the Captain intervened. "If C is on her way to confront Loki, then why are you provoking her now?"

"To see what she's like," Stark smirked as he made an image appear on the wall. It resembled a high camera view from some building or street lamp for it held the time and date in the right corner.

"We're gonna watch her fight Loki?" Banner raised an impressive yet worried expression at Stark as an image of the Dampire walked by.

"Why not? I mean, this is the fight of the year!" Stark pointed out in mild excitement. "The said messed up divine vs the half messed up supernatural." He snickered as he switched cameras for a more opened and bird's eye view despite the night vision. "This has got to count for something."

"You really are an asshole," Clint sighed but the rest just watched the wall of the street camera's view of the somewhat quiet area. Thor looked more on edge than the rest of them and for good reason.

As I neared the building I began to whistle 'Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone,' (well, I replaced dog with god, but you get my drift) and then I sensed a powerful presence leering at me. It was obviously the fallen God. Who else, besides a demon that is. But I would know if it was a demon. Fortunately, he didn't smell of rot and grime stone; regarding to my previous scent of his musk.

Whistling and walking while my eyes shined and passed by each window and door of the complex I began to hear a heartbeat. It was strong but it started to pick up a little as I neared. Typical act of pray being hunted by predator. I stopped when I figured I was just a few yards away from him.

"You might as well come out now," I voiced rather moodily. "I can smell where you're at. So, you gonna be a gentlemen or do I have to drag your ass out of there myself?"

"I don't recognize you, dark maiden," A voice immediately responded and he sounded rough, worn and also a bit peeved. "Though I imagine quit well who sent you. The Avengers was it?" He hissed from within the darken corridor, but I can see a bit of movement. "Or was it the leader of that other group of weak humans?"

"They gave me a tip on your location," I spoke honestly, my hands still in my pockets, but near my guns should I need them. "Other than that, I don't work for them. I'm just here for my own slice of revenge."

"Revenge," He breathed out and his hollow laugh echoed from inside, making it sound creepy, but I stayed cool. "And what, my lady, have I done to provoke such intent upon one such as I?"

"How about my home city for starters?" I growled, placing my hands on my firm hips. "Now. Get your Godly ass out here so I can shove my boot in it!"

"Ah, that's the reason. I suppose I do not blame you," He said and I heard footsteps coming closer to me and soon his shadowy form came into the dull light shining from a nearby lamp post. He looked just like his mug shot, only more tired and worn. His cloths certainly looked like something from a Renaissance Fair, with a nice evergreen mix of gold like armor. He didn't have a helmet covering his greasy black hair; as I was assuming to be his trait, but his green eyes told me that he was unhappy to see me. How ironic. "However," His voice spoke more dark and clearer now that he was in the open. "I'd be forever grateful if you'd reconsider by sparing my life. As you can see I am in no condition for a duel with such a frightening looking thing such as yourself." He struck a pose at his dirty outfit and bleeding lip. I even spotted a cut on his right leg, but he didn't seem to be too bothered by it.

"Flattery don't make points in my book," I spat on the ground between us. His eyes went down to the discussing act before looking back up to me. "You trashed my front and back yard! And for what? To show off your so called supreme power?" I quoted with my fingers in the air and then returned them to my hips. "Seriously? Are you just asking to die a painful death?"

He just smirked the whole time I spoke. Man! What an arrogant bastard! "Fascinating," He spoke smoothly and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Of all the beings I've met you are by far the most miss guided."

"And why would you say that?" I lowered my tone as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Something was off, but before I could figure it out a sharp pain and tearing into my back made me gasp in slight surprise. The image of the convict I was after suddenly disappeared in a haze of gold smoke before a breath appeared next to my ear.

"Because! You are ignorant and weak just like the rest of your kind!" He hissed as his knife dug even further into my spine.

"NO!" Thor shouted; for he was suddenly reliving a familiar scene. He was about to head to the door to confront his brother himself, when Fury surprisingly appeared in front of him.

"At ease, Thor," Fury spoke calmly as the rest looked disturbed and horrified at the sight of the vengeful God killing again. "This fight has only begun."

Stark and the two Shield agents were the only ones that weren't concern, although still looking unnerved of the terrible act as Fury convinced the God of Thunder to turn back to the camera view of the two beings.

I hissed in pain as the God grabbed my right shoulder and twisted his blade around so I could feel more. He chuckled darkly as his hand squeezed, threatening to break my clavicle. "Still think you can take your revenge, maiden?" He spoke darkly as I stiffened and my other half granted me strength.

"Yep," I growled and elbowed him hard into his gut. Besides hitting his armor, I heard his surprised gasp at my strength as I wiped around and gave a good left hook to that perfect chin of his. It was satisfying to see his green eyes widen in shock as he fell on his armored ass. He kept holding his chin, as if not believing the amount of strength I had in that one punch. Standing over him, I had him watch as I reached for the knife still embedded in my back, and easily yanked it out. As I healed he looked on in slight fascination as I eyed the blade in annoyance and then turned to him with a frown. "And don't call me maiden."

With that I tossed the wretched weapon and quickly aimed my right foot into his still abused gut. He grunted as he flew several yards backwards into a cement stair wall off to the side of the abandoned building. I heard a crack and some vine like cracks appeared on the structure as he fought to get on his feet. I quickly walked to him as I cracked my knuckles of my fists. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this!" I hissed as I showed my fangs through my black lips. He saw and I saw a glint of fear in his eyes. How nice! Though I saw another blade he had slipped out of his sleeves as I neared; probably thinking that I hadn't noticed. But I did. When I was close enough he swung and I dodged once. He swung again but I caught his wrist and he grimaced as I began to squeeze, giving him a taste of what I had felt earlier with my shoulder.

"You know," I spoke as his lips stretched over his teeth to the point that he was in serious agony from my grip. "I'd thought you'd be stronger, what with being a God and all." His knife fell from lack of blood to keep up his grip and that's when I threw him again. He slid on the hard ground quite some ways away as I went to him again. "Come on already! Get up!" I taunted as he began to crawl on his hands and feet. "I came here for the blood of the maniac that had the balls to stomp on my resting place! My territory! My little corner of the world where I can find some peace on this dismal rock! And you – had to – ruin it!" I kicked him each time I took a breath. He hollered and rolled away again. "Oh my God! Your pathetic!" I growled out angrily as I felt my eyes burn red.

He continued to crawl away from me as I neared his backside, intending on giving him a good kick. "You should have stuck to your pranks, little god."

I heard as well as saw his fists clench in anger. Oh? He doesn't like that? I wonder why? I guess no one would like to be referred to as the 'runt of the pack' even if it is true. I thought as I cracked my neck free of strain. But as soon as I was a foot away, he rolled on his back and shot another of his knives at me. It hit my throat and I felt the hilt under my chin. Sheesh! How many of these fucking things does he carry?! I thought as I tasted my own blood coming up my throat. He still looked livid as Hell as I pulled the dagger out. His gaze then morphed into fascination as he saw my blood stop flowing and the puncture he made heal quickly. Gargling what was left of the spilled blood in my throat I spat it out beside me and turned to him with a glare. "Now that was naughty." My voice turned darker as I tossed the weapon away and grabbed him by the collar of his centuries old clothing. Still surprised at my strength I let out my famous growl/hiss as my fangs were nearly inches from his face.

"What – are – you?" He gasped more from weariness than fear as I easily danged his tall form a good few inches from the ground. Hell. I've dealt with criminals being taller than him! As well as heavier! But since I was still pissed; which fueled my super inhuman strength already, I wasn't going to become too distracted in the moment.

"What's the matter? Never heard of a vampire before?" I grinned as his hands struggled to free himself from my grip. Is it just me, or is he just too tired to fight? Oh, great! Dealing with a weakened god does not make my night any better! Yet he still had the damn decency to look confused. "Well, I'm a half-vampire breed but you should still get the idea of a living 'dead' person!" With that I flung him right into somebody's crappy, dark blue Camaro. His impact made a nice dent to the driver side door as he landed hard. His head bore a nice cut as he tried to sit up, but not before I heard him muttering some gibberish in his own language.

I froze as the Camaro, he had hit, suddenly came alive with a roar of its engine. He then made a sweeping motion with his arm towards me and the wheels burned some rubber before coming straight to me. "Nice trick!" I smirked as I knew exactly how to avoid it. As soon as its hood was close enough, I hopped on and ran up its window over its back and down its trunk so fast, it'll might as well have looked like a casual quick-walk as my boots touched ground. I didn't even look behind me to hear the crash of the poor vehicle hitting some light post. I smiled as his eyes looked impressed but still annoyed that he had yet to shake me off.

"Got anything else besides more knives, or should I call this a night?" I called to him as I came closer.

"I – admit," He started to say in a weaker tone, "I did not expect to encounter such a being with skills as unique as yours."

"Comes with the pack set," I said sarcastically, smile gone, as I pulled out my pistol and took the safety off. Then I pointed the barrel at his face. He didn't move nor change his expression into anything as those green eyes stared into the barrel of my weapon and then to me. "You know, it's a damn shame the person who asked me to come, asked 'politely' for me to spare your life. But I think he's an idiot to let a piece of filth like you live!"

"Then – by all means," He huffed out as his eyes looked so tired, I had to wonder if he was silently pleading at me to take his life! "Do the deed. Take your revenge! Just commit to your cursed ways and KILL ME!" He hollered the last words as I just stood there. I really do want to pull the trigger and kill this fool. But then popping him off wouldn't go well with the others, and besides; there are other ways to get my revenge on him. I just have to think of one.

"Well. This sucks," I said and he looked slightly confused by my statement. "I thought I'd be fighting a God! Not some dirtied up, has-been!" I then lowered my gun and stuck it back into its holster on my side. "Besides, don't you have a brother?"

He sneered at me as he averted his eyes from me to the right side of the ground. "Or a mother? Or a father?" I pressed on but he only looked even more hateful at me. "I don't have such luxuries and yet you spit at them? Man alive! But! Of course it's none of my business, right?" I put my hands on my hips as he still acted like the silent child. Wooow. He's over a thousand years old and still acts like a spoiled brat!? Oh boy! Would I love to have a chat with his mother! I sighed as I rubbed my face, this moment becoming more awkward by the minute than the sweet revenge I was envisioning hours earlier!

"I – apologize – if I have disappointed you, - my lady," He huffed out and yet had that arrogant smirk back on his face. I frowned at him as my eyes grew harder. "You see, I have traveled far and my powers have been weakened greatly." He continued in an honest tone, but I kept my guard up. "But I assure you," He sighed as he sat up more comfortably on the ground. "Had I been fully prepared to face a being such as you, the tables would indeed be turned."

"Somehow, I very much doubt that," I huffed out at his arrogant. "You obviously didn't do your research on this world enough. There are more things living in the darkness and shadows, besides me. And some are a whole lot meaner than me!"

"So I'm - beginning to - understand," He lightly chuckled and then flinched and reached to hold his left side. "Strength of an inhuman, and yet - you live like a human. I wonder? Who is the greater fool here tonight?"

"We probably both are," I said casually and he looked a bit unnerved at my answer. "But you see the difference between you and me?" I said as I walked up to him. "I compensate with my pros and cons. I don't take my issues out on innocent lives! AND!" I then kicked him hard in the face. He let out a loud gasp before falling on his back. He tried to move once before exhaustion kicked in and he stopped moving entirely. His green eyes closing as the impression of my heel remained on his chin. "You're the one unconscious, and I am not."

I stood over him for a few minutes though it felt like years. I groaned in irritation as I pointed my head at the sky and slowly shook it. Oh why, oh why, oh why! I thought as I knew I was in another fucked up situation! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! DAMN! Looking over the sad excuse of a god I huffed out another sigh and pulled out my phone. Well, no point in whining about it now! I hit the number on speed dial and waited for I to pick up.

"This is Fury," The Director's voice confirmed calmly.

"You can send that pick up now," I growled into the phone. "Oh, and bring a wheelchair while you're at it."

"It's on its way. Get cozy," He said before hanging up right away.

"Ya, sure," I spat a yard away from me as I put my clenched fists in my pockets again. Of all the nights I could have savored my revenge punch; this was the worst! I mean really!? REALLY!? I get asked to hunt down the scum bag that ruined my cheap ass apartment and all I get is a pussy of a god!? Just great!

Crossing my legs as I sat down besides the knocked out god, I rested my elbows on my knees and put my face in my fists. I was in a mood and I don't think even his blood is going to make up my disappointment. However, I was still curious how he would taste. Taking two of my fingers I wiped off a small sample from his forehead and brought it to my mouth. I think my eyes dilated a bit as his flavor gradually coated my tongue. Delicious! Downright mouthwatering too! Though I had to fight the temptation of plunging my teeth into his neck, and believe me! That was hard to do! I quickly shifted to my side so as to look down the road instead of the tasty god lying asleep beside me. Oh God! Just what have I gotten myself into now! I thought as I stared up at the sky as the sound of a plane neared me.

"Whoa," Clint commented first as they all witnessed what had happened on the camera. But they didn't hear anything seeing as the camera didn't have sound. Fury didn't say or looked as easily impressed by anyone else in the room. He never seemed to, but turned to Thor, who had almost freaked when C had pulled a gun to his brother's face.

"He's gonna be sore as Hell, but at least he's alive," He said as the God didn't turn to face him but nodded in agreement as he continued to watch the camera's video.

"C let him off easy," Stark pointed out casually and everyone turned to him questioningly. "Oh, come on! Didn't you see it? She took pity on the guy! She would have easily turned him into a meatloaf with horns by now!"

"No, no. I think I can agree with him on this one," Banner nodded as Stark showed him his fist. At first the doctor was a bit confused until he recognized the act as being playful and so lightly touched Stark's fist with his own. "A vampire can spill a lot more blood when angered. I mean; ya she looked really pissed off. But, whatever they were saying to each other she… kinda lost the urge, I guess?"

"Whatever was said she still got her revenge," Captain Rogers said sternly. "Didn't she?"

"Ya, no. I doubt that," Stark said as he looked at something on his smartphone. "When something as bloodthirsty as a vampire gets mad at someone; they don't just kill them! They let them live so they can suck the blood from their victim for as long as they want. And… I betcha a million bucks that 'that' is what C is going for."

"That will not be possible," Thor intervened rather sternly. "He must return to Asgard to face our father for trial. Regardless of what this 'she-devil' wants."

"Good luck with that," Stark shot back.

"In any case, Loki has been re-apprehended," Fury said as his voice gained everyone's attention again. "What C wants later on; I will personally handle it. The last thing I need is any of you picking a fight with her just because she had 'called' it early." No one said anything else as he turned to leave. "Just do me and yourselves a very good favor by not provoking her! She's coming aboard. For I'll bet she'll want to interrogate Loki even farther, once he's awake."

"Why?" Rogers turned to him, now even more confused. "What could she gain by questioning Loki herself?"

"Part of the deal we made," That was all he said before leaving. Thor looked troubled as the rest stared from each other in wonder and then back at the Director as he left the room. They weren't sure why, but suddenly the air started to feel thicker and downright uncomfortable. Let alone the presents of a half-vampire coming aboard the Helicarrier, they knew that this was going to be a whole new experience for all of them!

Back! Just like I promised! Although a week late. Sorry for that; but you know how it is. Lol…. ER HEM! Well! I hope you all like this so far for its only going to get even more interesting! Especially when the Avengers converse with my Dampire C! How do you think Stark or even Captain America see her so far?

Well, gotta rest for another work week and hope to be posting up again soon. REVIEW and REVIEW and I hope to see all your awesome comments soon!

Love to all; BR2